#anyway they were building our bed and said. *a king sized bed for me and my.. partner. my minecraft partner.* and IM.
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Holy fuck. Okay I'm shaking. I.... like.... I like tjem.... allot. Aaaa
#minecraft dates are so fucking good <3#anyway they were building our bed and said. *a king sized bed for me and my.. partner. my minecraft partner.* and IM.#I am fucking. shaking.#I just.! aaaa#what the fuck why is. ugh#they're so fucking cute#I'm going to cryyyyyyyyyy#/pos#Hollow
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there are two ways we can do this (i know which would be more fun)
Happy day 4 of @sjmromanceweek, everyone! Venturing a little outside my comfort zone with this one and I hope you enjoy<3
shoutout to @c-e-d-dreamer for the title and @creativepromptsforwriting for the prompt!
Summary: Eris and Azriel are traveling for work, but the hotel theyâre staying in has a mixup with their rooms, and theyâre forced to share a bed.
Read on AO3 here!
âĄâĄâĄâĄâĄ Eris
âThereâs no way thatâs possible,â Eris said.Â
âYouâve got to be kidding me,â Azriel said at the same time.Â
Eris and Azriel worked for the same consulting firm â Night Industries â and had been forced to travel together for the project theyâd been working on for half a year. It had been bad enough dealing with Azrielâs snark mostly through a computer screen, but dealing with the other man had been a true test of Erisâ patience. He was huge, he was even ruder in person, and who the fuck needed that many muscles in the first place?
Whatever. Eris had very much been looking forward to decompressing in their very much separate hotel rooms, but through some kind of mistake, it appeared the hotel had placed them in the same room.Â
âIâm very sorry, sirs,â the man working the front desk replied. His name tag read Kallon, and he did not sound very sorry. âThereâs been a mix-up with the booking, and thereâs nothing I can do.â
âI will give you a hundred dollars to make this go away,â Eris offered, ignoring the dirty look Azriel threw his way.Â
âI canât accept that,â Kallon responded, bored. âBut even if I could, there arenât any other rooms available. Thereâs a convention going onââ
âFive hundred,â Eris interrupted, more than ready to be done with this conversation. He wasnât above flaunting his wealth to get what he wanted, and what he really wanted was to be away from Azrielâs brooding presence.Â
Kallonâs hands continued moving across the keyboard as if he hadnât said anything at all. âLike I was saying, youâll be staying in room 902. Breakfast starts at 8, and you have full access to all our amenities. Here are your keys.â
âThank you, Kallon,â Azriel told him. âHave a good night.â
âYou too,â Kallon chirped back with a self-satisfied smirk.Â
Eris scowled at Azriel, but took the other hotel key anyway. If he couldnât get a nightâs peace, at least he could take a nice shower and relax in the hotel bed while pretending Azriel wasnât there.Â
âYou know, it costs nothing to be kind,â Azriel said once they were in the elevator. Eris saw the way Azriel was smirking and braced himself for the incoming dig. âBut Iâm glad you think Iâm worth at least five hundred dollars.â
âDonât flatter yourself, Velasquez.â Eris leaned against the elevator walls and resolutely ignored the way Azriel filled out his dark blue suit. âThe only reason I offered that much is because money isnât a concern.â
Azriel snorted. âWhatever helps you sleep at night, Vanserra.â
They didnât speak again until they reached the hotel room, and Eris sped up so he could be the one to open the door. Azriel snorted from behind him, but Eris didnât care what that smug bastard thought about his admittedly-petty antics. As long as Eris came out on top, anything Azriel had to say about it didnât matter.Â
The room was gorgeous as usual, and Eris was pleased to see theyâd been placed in one of the suites. The second he stepped into the bedroom, though, any goodwill heâd managed to build up in the last thirty seconds disappeared as he realized there was only one bed.Â
Granted, it was a king sized bed, but it was only one bed. For two grown men to share.Â
âYouâve got to be fucking kidding me,â Eris exclaimed at the sight. He let go of his rolling suitcase and turned on his heel, fully intending on marching back down to the front desk to complain even though he knew it wouldnât accomplish anything, but Azrielâs body stopped him from leaving the room. âAre you seeing this?â
âI see it,â Azriel replied coolly. He looked down the few inches that separated them and raised a dark eyebrow. âAre you really going to go complain about it?â
âYes,â Eris hissed, ignoring the incredulous look on Azrielâs face. âThis is absurdââ
âYeah, but itâs damn near midnight,â Azriel cut him off without missing a beat. Eris scowled at the interruption but allowed him to keep talking anyway. âI donât know about you, but Iâve been ready to get out of this suit for hours. We can get it fixed in the morning.âÂ
âButââ Eris spluttered, still riled up.
âEris,â Azriel said seriously. Azriel so rarely said Erisâ actual name that it made it more difficult than Eris cared to admit to stay focused. âJust take a shower and get in the fucking bed. Weâre grown men. We can handle sharing for one night.â
âIâm going down to complain first thing tomorrow morning,â Eris grumbled. He turned and reached for his suitcase, bringing it over to the right side of the bed. âAnd Iâm complaining to Rhysand about this.â
âDonât tell me youâre that mad about having someone in your bed,â Azriel responded, his tone turning slightly mocking. âI know itâs rare for you, but surely itâs happened before.â
Eris contemplated throwing one of his very expensive shoes at Azrielâs head, but he didnât think it was worth scuffing the leather. âOf course itâs happened before. Donât be ridiculous.â
Granted, it had been a while since Eris had let someone warm his bed, but Azriel didnât need to know that. He decided to retreat to the bathroom before Azriel could come up with another way to insult him, detaching his briefcase from his carry on and rolling the tiny suitcase into the bathroom with him rather than waste time digging through it for his toiletries.
Once he was safely behind a locked door, Eris took his time in the bathroom just to be a dick. The shower was huge and the hot water was endless, and by the time he finally emerged in a cloud of steam, a muscle in Azrielâs jaw was working overtime.Â
âTook you long enough,â Azriel muttered. Heâd loosened his tie and taken off his jacket altogether, and Eris had to force himself to look away from the borderline obscene way he was leaning back in his chair. God, didnât he realize how he looked, sitting there with his legs spread wide enough for someone to crawl in between them?
âItâs been a long day,â Eris said cheerfully, forcing himself to pay attention to the conversation instead of letting his mind wander further. âI earned it.â
Azrielâs expression suggested he exactly what heâd thought Eris earned, but he just rolled his eyes before disappearing into the bathroom. He took just as long as Eris had, if not longer, and Eris used the opportunity of the empty room to get himself situated. He hung up his clothes for tomorrow, organized his nightstand just the way he wanted it, and even went to fill up the ice bucket so his water would be cold.
When Azriel came out of the bathroom, Eris was doing his best to appear nonchalant while he relaxed against the headboard. He definitely didnât notice the way Azrielâs thin undershirt clung to all that golden-brown skin, and he certainly didnât take another look at the way the other manâs thighs flexed underneath his loose shorts.
âLetâs just go to bed,â Eris said shortly before Azriel could. Azriel thankfully just nodded, and after a few minutes of Azriel shifting around his side of the room, he motioned for Eris to turn off the lamp.
Eris shifted under the covers while Azriel did the same, the two of them laying in complete silence for a few minutes. Eris felt like his mind was traveling at a million miles per hour between all the things he had to get done tomorrow and the way he was sharing a bed with someone he honestly didnât know very well outside of their limited, albeit snarky, interactions.Â
âStop moving,â Azriel growled from his side of the bed.Â
Eris stopped his fidgeting, stunned into compliance for a few moments before he regained his composure. âFuck you, I have a lot on my mind.â
âIâm trying to sleep,â Azriel snapped. âI donât care whatâs on your mind. Stop fucking moving around so much before I make you.â
âWhat are you going to do?â Eris snapped right back. Even though he could feel those hazel eyes on him, it was much easier to be bold with the lights off. âCuddle me into submission?â
To Erisâ complete shock, thatâs exactly what Azriel did. Eris cursed under his breath the entire time, but that didnât stop those ridiculously muscled arms from reaching out and physically dragging him to the other side of the bed. Eris let out a completely undignified noise at being manhandled so easily, but Azriel either didnât hear it or didnât care.
âWas that so hard?â Azriel practically purred into Erisâ ear.
Eris could think of something that was going to be hard if Azriel kept this routine up, but he thankfully had the presence of mind not to embarrass himself further. âNo.â
âThatâs what I thought.â Azriel tightened his grip across Erisâ waist, his hips grinding into Erisâ ass as he tried to make himself more comfortable. At least, that was the only reasonable explanation for what Azriel was doing. âStop thinking so loud.â
âIâm trying,â Eris ground out, âbut itâs a little hard with your dick on my ass like that.â
Azriel just chuckled lowly, the sound doing way more for Eris than he cared to admit. âSounds like youâd rather it be somewhere else.â
âI never said thatââ Eris stammered out, his face burning. Azriel was ridiculous, that was absolutely not what Eris was intending, and he was just trying to rile Eris up as per usual. âWhat are you evenââ
âYou think I donât notice the way you look at me?â Azriel interrupted Erisâ protests. âYou canât decide whether you want to hit me or fuck me. Itâs adorable.â
âThatâs idiotic,â Eris snapped, ignoring the low chuckle Azriel issued in response. âYou donât know what the fuck youâre talking about.â
âI donât?â Azriel asked. He sounded like he was enjoying this way too much. âTell me to stop, then.â
Eris choked on his next breath as the hand Azriel had wrapped around his waist began a slow descent toward the waistband of Erisâ pajama pants. âAzriel.â
âEris,â Azriel replied, teasing. His hand slowed as he played with the waistband of Erisâ pants, fingers dipping shallowly underneath. âIf you donât want this, tell me to stop.â
Eris did no such thing, and if anyone noticed Azriel walking funny the next morning, they were at least too polite to say anything about it.Â
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Ch 2
I look up and see...
Tony FRICKIN' stark
"Oh my goodness sir you are just amazing, I've read all of your books that they have at the library, this is amazing"
"Hmmmm ill take her" he says to the warden lady
"Are you sure you even want her, shes a use less idiot who wants to keep her nose stuck in books" the warden lady says
"Ill take her anyway"he said and threw $10,000,000 bucks at the warden lady
"Let's get going kid" he said walking out the door
I grab my one belonging and follow after him, we leave the building and i see a helicopter in the parking lot, he steps on and i follow we sit in full silence wile were on our way to stark tower, when we get their he shows me my amazing room i had a huge calaphornia king sized bed and a closet full of beutiful cloths i even had my own bathroom, he said i can wonder around untill its time for dinner but i stay in my room to not be more of a bother than i already am, after looking around at the amazing and pink new room im called Down for dinner and i see Tony sitting at the table next to this beautiful boy he has doe brown eyes and the fluffy est looking brown hair i just want the ruffle his luscious curls but im to small and petiet to reach after i stand their for a minute staring at him brake out of my trance and sit down and we finally strike up a conversation and get to know watch other
"I'm tony stark as you obviously know, i mean who dosent"
"I'm peter Parker mr. Stark's personal intern"
" i guess i should introduce my self, i-I'm Kate-lyn, tony stark's new daughter?"
"Ohh so that's your name" tony says
"Y-yeah"
"We'll its nice to meat you cate lin"
"It was nice to meat you to"
And with that i head up to bed, as it's been a long day and I've got a lot of those ahead of me
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Bon Voyage: Into the Sea - Chapter 3
BTS fantasy AU. OT7 x reader. werewolf!Namjoon x werewolf!Hoseok x werewolf!Jungkook x siren!Yoongi x vampire!Jimin x vampire!Jin x whatis?Taehyung. This is the "vampire chapter" :'D
Thank you for all the love on this random nightmarish story lol. This extra update is for all the readers who made it my most popular post! Thank you! <3 Also this is my contribution to the start of the spooky season :D
Warnings: Hi, remember when I said this was horror? This chapter in particular is pretty horrific, you have been warned! blood, fighting between m/w, blood, graphic violence, blood, imprisonment, blood, blood, blood, minor character death, vampires doing vampire things including noncon blood drinking, human imprisonment, mind manipulation, stockholm syndrome, dubious consent, slut shaming, anal, degradation, foursome, orgasm control, orgasm denial, what a ride, you must be over 18 to ride this ride, scary scary scary
Word Count: 22k
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âScared, y/n?â Jiminâs face sends you a wicked smile.
You look back and forth between the men, uttering an unconvincing âNo.â
Seokjin speaks again, âYou should be.â
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âSo did you get the answers you are looking for?â You sit up, jolted out of your sleep, Hoseokâs words echoed softly in your mind.
Seokjin moved so fast, his striking face in front of you in an instant, his red eyes centimeters from yours, delicate lips curving into a smile over his fangs as water splayed around where he stood. That was the last thing you remember.
He smiled down at you sweetly and held you by the neck, putting pressure on your vein until you passed out. It all happened so fast your scream remained halted until this moment. The response came out of you abruptly, as fleeting as the memory.
And now where the hell were you? It looked like the room of an old bed and breakfast; large bed, writing desk, love seat, high windows; but to your captors the breakfast on the menu was you.
The first thing you notice is how the curtains are drawn together blocking the sunlight, but you know itâs there, just out of reach, as evidenced by the small line of light that trails its top edge. The room you found yourself in was dark, from the wallpaper to the furniture, the stillness unsettling, you listened as your own rapid breathing filled the silence.
You were seated right in the middle of a king size bed. They left you atop the cleanly-made white bed sheets, a treat placed in the center of a platter. You shiver, your clothes still remained damp from the night before, cold and stuck to your skin. That is why you shiver, you tell yourself, because you donât hear them, but you feel them...watching you...
You build up enough courage to scan the room, and thatâs when you see two pairs of red orbs staring back at you from the cornersâ shadows, glowing in the darkness. Eyes of beasts, watching you, studying you.
You try not to react, not show your captors how scared you are, but every mechanism in your body betrays you, and the pair immediately pick up on your rapidly beating heart, the sweat on your brows, your unsteady breathing-
âGood morning, y/n,â Seokjin says, walking out of the shadows. Jimin stays hidden, but you can hear his soft laughter.
Those answers you wanted, where are they?
Seokjin slowly moves to the edge of the bed. âIt seems like our friends have taken quite an interest with you and I want to find out why. Is that okay?â
You purse your lips, keeping your eyes trained on the thin strip of light showing at the top of the window curtains. You sit in silence. Has your breathing always been this loud? The shaking of Seokjinâs legs, a sign of his growing impatience, rattles the bed and your resolve.
He clasps his hands together, finally saying âIf you donât want to speak to me,â he leans in slightly and whispers the rest, âI can always let Jimin pry information out of you, but I donât think youâd appreciate that very much.â
The pounding of your heart and the uneasiness in the pit of your stomach makes you feel like youâre going to become sick at any minute, but you manage to form a coherent sentence to ask him, âWhat do you want to know?â
âFirst, I want your permission to find out,â he speaks softly, placing a gentle hand on your calf, but you flinch away anyways. Thatâs a loaded question if you ever heard one. You wonder if itâs all an act, the same way Jimin fooled you. You stay silent.
Seokjin sighs again, looking over his shoulder, âJimin?â
âNo!â you yell. âNot Jimin! You...you, okay I give you permission.â
âThank you, y/n.â He smiles, âIâll be gentle.â
You yelp. Seokjinâs cold hand travels down your leg, wraps around your ankle and pulls you down the bed closer to his body, and in an instant his lean frame is hovering over yours. This close, his beauty is intimidating alone, but his eyes feel like they are piercing through you, digging inside, seeing all the ugly secrets you try to hide from even yourself, you feel like you could catch fire the way his gaze burns you.
He holds you down loosely by the neck, fingers searching for a pulsing vein, eyes focused on you with the concentration of a doctor performing surgery. Seokjin wipes away the tears that begin spilling from your eyes and smirks, âDonât cry Dove, I promise this time will be the least pain youâll experience from now on.â His words are devoid of any real sympathy, a false comfort, a looming warning.
You consider fighting back, but in this position there is no way you would be able to reach for your dagger (hidden away in a secret pocket in the front of your corset) without Seokjin stopping you, and even if you were lucky enough, thereâs still Jimin, waiting in the shadows.
So you choose to wait, and try to find comfort in Seokjinâs twisted words. It could be worse. A tiny voice inside you reminds you it will become worse. Youâll just have to escape before then. You take a deep steadying breath, preparing yourself.
Donât cry.
Seokjinâs lips latch onto your neck, soft and full as he rolls his tongue harshly over your pulse point. Goosebumps bloom across your body, and you try to focus on the sunlight rather than the vampire above you and his overwhelming aura, that sliver of light that you pray wonât dim.
This could be worse. This could be more painful. This could be Jimin.
Seokjin can feel the jumping of your pulse against his tongue. The vampire wants to know your story, what is it about you that riled Jimin up more than heâs ever seen him. But with your sweet scent enveloping him and the cocktail of emotions Seokjinâs keen senses could smell: fear and anger and mounting arousal, you smelled better to him than the finest wine and he canât stop himself from teasing you a little longer, drink it in just a bit more and savor the moment.
Seokjin still understood the importance of âlivingâ in the present, he enjoyed taking his time with things. Others would have gone mad by now with the infinite amount of time, but not Seokjin, he used it to his advantage. Your warm body, your addicting smell, the softness and saltiness of your skin, the shifts in your breathing, Seokjin took his time to savor the gifts of life that he still missed.
You try not to react to his sensual touches, tensing your body under him, until you feel two sharp pricks on the surface of your skin. Your reaction is involuntary, you grip the bedsheets with your fists and let out a soft cry, moving against him. His bite hurt for only a second, like a pin prick, but Seokjin in his precision had nicked an artery for optimum bloodshed. With each gasp of breath you take, with each pounding beat of your heart, you feel your blood drain as it escapes the punctures in your neck and into Seokjinâs waiting mouth.
Seokjin groans against your skin, sending fire through your veins, pressing himself harder into your body. The vampire is better at keeping his physical responses to blood drinking at bay than Jimin, but he hasnât had a new taste in awhile, and youâre so responsive.
When he pulls away from you you reach to cover your neck and stop the blood, a reflex in an attempt to save your own life, but Seokjin grabs your wrists before you can, pinning you to the bed, studying, his red gaze challenging you.
You gasp as the blood rushes out down your neck, over the sheets, seeping into your clothes. âTheyâll underestimate you...â Yoongiâs words replay in your mind and you stay still. No matter how much you want to fight back, this time you have to be smarter, you have to believe in Yoongiâs words.
Jimin has stayed quiet for this long, staying in the shadows, but your whimpers and grunts of pain are music to Jiminâs ears, the blood pouring from your body like an offering to him. His groans can be heard from the shadows.
He holds himself back for now, waiting for his turn. Jimin wonders where all that fight went, he had expected a show, for you to thrash away from the older vampire like you did the merman. He canât help but feel a little disappointed. When itâs his turn, he thinks, youâll become more entertaining then.
You watched in silence as Seokjin licked his lips clean of your blood. The red liquid that he had stolen from you, that was now steadily seeping from your wound and covering the white bedsheets underneath you, like a Rorschach picture mapping your life. âYouâre strong,â he grins, speaking too tenderly for the brutality he was inflicting. âStop fighting and it will end sooner, y/n. Let me into your mind.â
What does that even mean?! In your blood loss the tips of your fingers begin to feel cold like your captorâs, your head pounds and your vision blurs with each passing moment as the blood drains from your artery, you donât want to give in, but if it will end this torture...
You shut your eyes tightly, and turn your head to expose your bleeding neck further to the monster above you. When Seokjin lowers his lips to your neck, you try to think of sweet Jungkook instead, his warm body instead of Seokjinâs cold one. You didnât dare wish to be with him again, you didnât dare think you made a mistake, that you should have stayed. Now all you can do is hope you can save him and yourself from this horrible island. Jungkook doesnât deserve to be imprisoned with the likes of them.
Seokjin drinks the warm liquid pouring from your throat. You listen to him gulping down your blood, How much longer, until he finds what heâs looking for? You feel your fight escape you with each swallow, you feel yourself slipping away. It reminds you of drowning, it reminds you of Yoongi and how he kissed life into you instead, but this was the kiss of death.
âYoongi,â you close your eyes and think of him. And then you felt it, the pull inside your mind. Your current circumstance falls away in shambles, your memories are pulled out of you through the cracks, the images race through your mind as Seokjin bears witness to it all.
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Yoongi sits at the table, hair and clothes dry, turning his head to see you awake.
The relief that softens his features as heâs walking to your side.
The delicate way he places the hairpiece back in its place.
The way his eyes melt at your words.
Why hadnât you seen it before? Seokjin saw it all. The way Yoongi screams at you, the rage and embarrassment in his eyes as he tells you how much he canât stand you, the way he licks his lips when you yell back. His eyes studying you when you yank him closer, full of anger and full of-
You weakly push against Seokjin, you donât want to remember, you donât want to miss him. You canât stop it, you canât stop the memories flooding through your system.
You suddenly remember Jungkookâs sparkling round eyes watching you, wanting you, the crinkle of his nose when he laughs, the pink flush on the edges of his ears when you talk to him, the muscles of his arms flexing as he cages you under him, his deep groaning in your ear, the vein in his neck when he pushes into your wet heat, the truth in his voice when he says heâll protect you.
You feel Seokjinâs hands travel down your body the same way you remembered Jungkook. You curse him in your mind, but your body couldnât tell the difference, your stomach tightens and youâre no longer cold, warmth spreads over you to the tips of your toes.
You want to scream, scream for Jungkook, but youâre frozen, lost in your own thoughts, confused by your senses. Jungkook feels as real as Seokjin, but you know heâs not really there, no matter how much you wanted it to be true.
You remember Hoseokâs harsh looks, the growing anger in his eyes, the hurt in his eyes, the pain in his eyes, the pain still present in his eyes even in his wolf form when he howls and cries at you. Heâs begging you to stay, heâs telling you he canât bear to lose someone again. How could you leave them? Why canât they be enough for you? Hoseok will treat you better, if you just stay with him, please. You understand his barks and howls now, because Seokjin understands. Tears well up in your eyes and you try to move away, but Seokjin is too solid, too powerful, and unyielding in his search.
Namjoonâs eyes are on you as you eat next to his brothers at dinner, filled with nothing but warmth and happiness. Those brown eyes, you miss them. You feel dizzy and helpless, you canât take it anymore. You grab a fistful of Seokjinâs hair to try to pull him off of you.
âWhat have you done to Jimin? What have you done?!â Namjoonâs voice roars in your memory. But itâs not any memory you remember having. Before you realize what you are doing, your hands hold on tightly to Seokjinâs hair, pulling him closer and holding him to you so you can see more.
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âIt-It wasnât me...â The tall vampire is covered in blood. Some of it is Jiminâs blood, yes, but the majority of blood that drips down his face and hands, that covers his clothes, belongs to five other men. Dead men. Men who beat the broken man in his arms to the brink of death.
Seokjin found his dear friend screaming in pain. He saw them over Jiminâs bleeding body, blood Seokjin treasured just as much as he treasured his bond with the compassionate and playful man. His friend, Jimin, who wailed for Seokin, for Namjoon, for Hoseok, for Taehyung, for anyone to help him, while his bones cracked, lying in the dirt, choking on his own blood, precious blood.
Seokjin explained to Namjoon when he saw them laughing, like hyenas over a carcass, spitting hateful slurs down at Jimin, he couldnât control himself. Seokjin tore them apart one by one. He chased each one down like the pathetic animals they were, and tore the limbs that touched his dear friend straight from their bodies.
Seokjin had been weak, he had become too accustomed to the harmonious life he and Namjoon had created for themselves. Had it been decades before, he would have endured, but living with the pack had softened him too much and he couldnât stand the pain of losing Jimin, so when he found a weak pulse he gave Jimin as much of his venomous blood as he could.
Namjoon simply nods at the information, his weary eyes examining his two friends, friends who were like family to him. He didnât want to lose Jimin either. âWe need to take him somewhere safe...to the island, before he wakes up,â Namjoon places a hand on the trembling vampireâs shoulder.
âWhat if he doesnât wake up?â the vampireâs voice shakes, he notices the cuts on Jiminâs face and body have yet to heal themselves.
âThatâs not something you should be worried about,â Namjoon runs his hand through Jiminâs tangled hair, gently placing the dark strands back into place, his eyes filling with tears, âitâs when he wakes up, we need to make sure he doesnât hurt anyone.â
Seokjin nods weakly.
âGo now. Iâll clean up the mess, brother.â
Your hands fall, the blood loss making you too weak to grip onto Seokjinâs hair. Seokjin had taken more blood than he intended, lost in his own memories.
The vampire pulls away from you, even as the edges of your vision blurs, you see his eyes, glowing red and glassy with unshed tears, staring at you with a mixture of pain and surprise. He shakes away his bewilderment and rips into the flesh of his wrist, placing the cut across your lips as you can no longer hold consciousness.
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When you wake again itâs night time, the light behind the curtains has left you.
Your body aches. You run your fingers along your neck, searching for the punctures, and you can only feel smooth skin crusted in dried blood. Your head feels like itâs splitting. You groan in pain.
You see Jimin before you hear him, and even then youâre not sure if your brain created the sounds to ease your mind as he stalks closer to your waking form.
âFinally! Now what could you have possibly done to Jin?â Jimin says, contemplating the reason his friend holed himself up in his office, refusing to speak to Jimin or even look at him.
He jumps on the bed, shaking your already pounding head. âHe refuses to let me bite you,â he whines, âExplain now, pet.â Jimin prods you with his foot. âExplain what memory of yours Seokjin pulled.â
You just groan back, turning away from Jimin, burying your head into the cold pillows of your bed, one of the few things not soaked in your blood. Everything is so cold you canât stand it. Jimin places a hand on your shoulder to make you face him. Cold fingers touch your skin, everything is cold.
âDonât touch me!â you pull away from him, yelling.
Your face stings. Jimin had slapped you hard, you come to the realization only after the fact, the skin he touched burns hot. It makes you laugh, because you wanted warmth, didnât you?
Jiminâs eyes narrow on you, âSay that again, I dare you.â
You bite back tears and ask, âWhat the fuck happened to you?!â
âSo youâre back to being a disrespectful brat. Youâre not on the same level as me, human. Learn to behave.â
âNo! What happened to you to make you so heartless? What changed you?â How did the bleeding man you saw Namjoon cry over in Seokjinâs memories become this monster? He was human at one point too, you wouldnât have believed it if you didnât see it for yourself.
Jimin rolls his eyes, âDonât act like you know anything about me, bitch.â
You take a deep breath trying to calm your temper. Not only had you seen Seokjinâs memories, you had felt his emotions. His pain lingers in you still, beside the fear and hatred you feel, you look at Jimin and feel...sorry for him. You have to look down, the emotions are too much and too overwhelming. It was easier when all you knew was the monster before you. Jimin takes your silence as obedience instead.
âNow can you be a good little pet and answer my question,â he says, tapping you on the head hard enough to make your headache roar back to life. You flinch and search the eyes of the man before you. Or rather the shell of a man, you think bitterly.
And what a beautiful shell it is. Jimin is stunning, bright white hair pulled away and styled so you can see the delicate features of his face. He holds himself gracefully, like a dancer, his elegant figure hiding his true strength. You wonder what he was like before turning into a monster, what kind of man was he? Someone whom Namjoon cared for.
âIt wasnât my memory...you. I saw youâŚâ You whisper, knowing Jiminâs sharp senses can hear you loud and clear, âI saw Seokjin turn you.â Silence falls over the room again, a silence so deafening you start to hear the pounding in your head becoming louder.
The vampire stares at you, soft features stoic. He looked lost in thought, you pictured his face full of cuts, bloody lip, black eye, human, and Seokjin so unsure, scared, worried, trembling, so unlike themselves now.
âHow did he turn me?â It surprised you how genuine Jiminâs question sounded. Did he really not know?
You keep your mouth shut, you donât think it would be wise on your part to tell him. Jimin seems like the type to shoot the messenger. Unfortunately, unlike Seokjin, Jimin had little to no patience. His expression changes like lightning, full of anger. He pulls you by the hair dragging you off the bed and onto the floor.
The vampire crouches over you and grabs your face, holding you down to the wood floor, pressing his sharp nails into the skin of your cheeks making you yell.
âAhh thereâs your voice! Tell me.â
âWhy donât you ask Seokjin?!â
âBut I rather you just do as I say,â he says playfully, as his fingers dig harder into your skin, cutting the flesh and drawing blood.
âWhy donât you just bite me, then?!â You spit the words out through clenched teeth.
You watch the vampire lick his lower bottom lip, thinking it over briefly as he pulls your face closer to his, you struggle against his painful grip. âHow impetuous...â he watches you squirm like an insect stuck in glue. âYouâre rather dumb, arenât you?â
Should you reach for your dagger now? Should you try to kill Jimin?
Every time you thought about hurting him, you remembered Seokjinâs crying face, and you wanted to cry as well, what was happening to you?
âJimin, leave us.â Jin stands in the doorway to your room.
Jimin stands up in a huff, letting you go. You fall back onto the hardwood floor. He balances on his heels, ignoring you and scrutinizing Seokjin. He wanted to question the older vampire, he has so many questions now, but decides against it. What does it matter anyways? The idea of being a weak and powerless human revolts him. âIâm getting impatient,â he says before he leaves, slamming the door and making you jump.
âT-thank y-you.â You try to calm your breathing.
Seokjin looks at you with a frown, extending his hand out to you. You hesitate and place your hand in his and he easily lifts you to your feet. You watch the older vampire walk slowly around the room, drawing his fingers along the furniture he passes. You stand awkwardly, you donât think making a run for it would gain you any favors right now.
âIâm hungry,â Seokjin says. He doesnât even look at you when he says it, continuing to meander around the room, waiting for your response.
You clench your jaw. So this is what youâve been reduced to, you think, a late night snack. âAre you going to just keep me trapped in this room? Iâm hungry too, I havenât eaten anything-â
âDinner's already passed. Before I let you go roaming around, I need to make sure youâre going to behave yourself, do you understand?â
No, you donât understand at all. It sounds like heâs going to starve you into subservience, and you have to get out of this room, you have to find the portal.
âI will do as you say...please...â you walk over to where heâs standing, trying your best to seem meek. âIâm starving,â you reason, âIâm sure you know how it feels to hunger for somethingâ you say, turning your head to stare at the windows, curtains now open to the night sky, extending your neck to the vampire. His eyes are pulled to your attention, following the lines of your shoulder. You roll your neck, loosening the stiff muscles, moving close enough to him that your chest bumps into his. You look up into Seokjinâs eyes through your lashes, âI-I will behave.â
Seokjin smiles, bringing his head down into the curve of your neck, lips skirting across the skin. Your fingers reach up to caress the back of his head. You can see the pair of you in the bedroom mirror. Another myth proven wrong, you think, as you study your seduction, how his lean frame bends closer to yours, his arms wrapping around the lower part of your back.
In truth, Seokjin wasnât hungry. He had taken more than enough blood from you this morning already, but Seokjin wanted to see if lightning could strike twice. Never had the pull been so strong for him that a human had been able to enter his memories, not even when Jimin was alive. He needed to learn more.
Seokjin licks your face, tongue tracing the cuts Jiminâs nails left behind. You hold your breath, trying to act like you enjoyed it. You hated it, you wished you could stick Yoongiâs dagger into Seokjinâs cold dead heart and be done with it already.
Seokjin trails kisses back to the place he bit you before. He keeps kissing your sensitive skin until his lips reach your ear and he whispers, âIâm not Jungkook, little Dove, youâll have to do better than that.â
You stumble backwards but itâs too late, Seokjin already has you in his clutches.
He pulls you into a tight embrace, walking you backward even more. His bite is precise, you suspect perfectly precise to where he bit you this morning. Your arms are locked tightly in between your bodies as he holds you to him.
Thunder roars in your memory, you feel yourself drowning. Your muscles ached, your lungs burned. You feel Yoongiâs hand on your ankle, pulling down, hand on your waist, pulling down, hand on your neck, pulling you closer, his lips on your lips-
You cry and yell against Seokjinâs grasp. Cold turns to warmth as you see Namjoon, Jungkook, and Hoseok laughing around the firepit, and Seokjin, and Jimin, laughing too. Yoongi sits with a calm expression on his face, his lips curved upward, and a man you donât recognize sits next to him-
Seokjin yanks his mouth away from you and you fall backward, back hitting the bed while you struggle to breath. You cover the holes on your neck with your palm to stop the rushing blood.
âHow?â is all Seokjin can say, shaken by the happy memory that even he had forgotten about.
You stare up at the high ceiling dazed and too weak to move, âDo I...â you can feel the blood spill between the gaps of your fingers, âlook...â you gasp, âlike a vampire expert...to you?â
Seokjin moves to the window, his back to you. He watches the waning moon and lets his mind wander to his old friends. If they were off the island, he could see a scenario where you and he would meet at a bar, laugh over drinks, but the ending would always be the same. âYou look,â he looks over his shoulder at you, âlike you could use a drink,â his lips curving into a half smile.
âAre you,â you gasp, âoffering?â
He walks over to you slowly, bringing his wrist to his mouth, and then extends the sliced skin to your mouth, waiting expectantly.
You take his offering bitterly, gulping down the metallic liquid, the wounds burn like fire as they heal over. The pain is nothing like youâve ever experienced before. You shut your eyes tightly, you want to cry, or scream, but like Namjoon said, no one can help you here. You feel fingers intertwine with your bloody fingers, pulling your bloodied hand away as you weakly protest. The room spins, even if your wounds are healed, your blood is still gone and youâre feeling the effects of two feedings.
Seokjin brings your hand to his lips and licks away the blood, tongue circling your fingers. âThis can hurt or it can feel good,â he says slowly.
You laugh, delirious from hunger and blood loss. âI wonder, that memory,â you gasp, still laughing, âdoes it bother you to be reminded of your humanity? Does it hurt you?â
You probably shouldnât have said that, but the blood loss is doing funny things to you, or maybe you just really wanted to get a reaction from the guarded man, no, guarded vampire.
If your accusation angered Seokjin he didnât show it with any emotion, instead he sighed and bent over you, biting down hard on your shoulder. The searing pain makes you scream. You cry out, not expecting the sharp and throbbing kind of ache from his bite as Seokjinâs teeth stayed deep in your flesh.
Seokjin pulls another memory out of you, and you curse your luck in remembering Jungkook again, remembering his tanned and muscled body next to yours. Jungkook kissing your knuckles and telling you how heâs yours now. Jungkook kissing down your body. His head between your legs, his mouth feverishly licking at your folds. The more you try not to think about him the stronger the memories feel. The pain in your shoulder dulls as your legs tighten around the vampire's sides.
Perhaps it was your bloodloss mixed with Seokjinâs bloodlust seeping into your consciousness, the memory of Jungkookâs length buried deep inside you and feeling of Seokjinâs growing bulge pressed against your stomach makes your head spin and you just want to feel more. You hear Namjoonâs deep authoritative voice whispering dirty things in your ear, it makes you shudder, a moan escapes your throat-
Seokjin pulls away from you abruptly at that, his eyes are deep red, so dark they look black. He watches as your body twitch in pain, as he focuses on calming the storm of human emotions, your emotions, running through him, as he tries to forget the compromising memory of his old friend. He bites down on his bottom lip until he draws blood, his blood mixing with your own blood in his mouth, and he presses his lips on yours.
You realized how passionate Yoongiâs kisses were compared to Seokjinâs. The merman was distant, but his actions were full of feeling, whether they be good or bad. Seokjin was cold in body and mind, a hard shell, you felt like you were kissing a statue as you choked on his blood, the liquid metallic and sweet.
You can feel the punctures in your skin closing, it hurts so much worse than when he bit you, you distract yourself by licking into his mouth, feeling his tongue against yours.
Seokjin jumps off of you the second your wounds are healed and leaves without saying a word. You can hear the door lock in your daze.
You scoff, what was up with him, you wonder, dining and dashing like that. The blood loss has you quickly falling asleep despite wanting to use the time alone to plan your escape.
---
They both leave you alone all day until night again. You wake up hungry and weak. When Seokjin wordlessly stalks towards you that night you tell him so.
âI still canât trust you to play well with others.â
âI need food! I need to eat! I am not a goddamn vampire like you! I canât survive off your blood!â You throw your pillow at him. Should you have done that? Probably not, but youâre too hungry to care.
Seokjin pauses, looks at the floor where the pillow lays at his feet after coming in contact with his chest. âIâll bring you food later tonight, now lie down, Iâm hungry too.â
Ugh.
---
There were so very little things now that intrigued Seokjin, and this connection had become a mystery he wanted to solve. The strength of his pull on you was so intense it had become almost addicting to feel for Seokjin.
A vampire's pull had always been one-sided, but this pull acted like a wave, crashing onto the shore of your consciousness, pulling back and forth, dragging his memories along the current too.
Promised food, you comply, lying down against your better judgement. You glare at him as he lies next to you, and he smooths your furrowed features with his fingers instead of matching your anger. It makes you feel self conscious, the way he watches you with searching eyes. âWell? What are you waiting for?â
âSo demanding, do you want me to bite you that badly?â
Is he teasing you? âNo. I donât. At all!â
âOkay then.â he lies back down, his arms underneath his head.
You sit up to look down at him. âIs this a joke?â
âIâll wait, I donât mind. I can wait for days, the question is can you?â
If you tried to stab him now he would definitely be able to stop you. Too bad. âI think I canât stand you.â
âYou barely know me!â
âIâve seen enough,â you scoff.
âIâve lived a long time,â Seokjin says, serious again, âyou donât care to see more? Who I really am?â
âWho are you?â
âLet me bite you and find out,â he winks.
'Well, he seems to be in a better mood,' you think. You wonder why he is even bothering to ask you, youâre his prisoner, after all. âSo this is not just about feeding anymore?â
âIâm a vampire, of course it is.â
You sigh, youâre hungry and tired from blood loss. âOkay, bite me, but choose some place else,â you rub the sensitive spot on your neck and shiver. âNOT THERE!â
Seokjin stops pushing your legs open. âBut there is an artery in your leg-â
Your face goes hot, you shove your wrist in his face. âHere then!â He sighs and lies back down again, pulling you over his body easily. You sit awkwardly against his lap as you watch his fangs prick your inner wrist. The blood loss this time wasnât so bad, but it still made your weak body sway, your free hand bracing yourself against his chest.
He does the same thing to you again, pulls memories of your life. You saw memories from before the boat wreck to your childhood, and you saw glimpses of Seokjinâs life as well. You learned at one point in his very long life he stopped being a complete monster and became a part time bartender.
For decades he moved from taverns, to pubs, to bars. The perfect career, and as his beautiful looks were admired everywhere he went, he was never short of meal options. You woke in the morning and you laid on clean sheets, there was water for you and bread and butter and jam, an apricot and an apple, food not found on an island. The portal.
Tonight. This night you will be ready for Seokjin. You quickly realized you werenât just remembering with Seokjin, you were feeling, and he was feeling too. If you could distract him well enough with a memory, you think youâd be able to escape!
---
Tonight Jimin walks into your room instead.
âWhereâs Seokjin?â
âYou didnât miss me?â He holds a pear in his hand, throwing it up in the air and catching it easily. âHe is busy, the others were feeling neglected by him-â
âThere are others? Other humans?!â
Jimin smirks at your wide eyes. âYes, pet, did you think you were special?â You swallow, keeping your questions to yourself. So Seokjin really meant it when he talked about playing well with others. Who were they and how long have they been here? Could some of them be your friends? Maybe you werenât the only survivor on your boat! More humans, more people to help you fight against Seokjin and Jimin, if you could just meet them and somehow convince them...
Jimin heard your accelerating heartbeat, could see the happiness dance across your features. âWhat ever you are thinking, I suggest against it. Actually, go ahead and try, I havenât punished anyone in so long.â
âAre you going to bite me or not?â
âOh, so now youâre eager for it, itâs always the same.â
âStill not allowed, huh? Must suck to be you. Ha! Get it?â
âDo you think youâre being cute? Jin said I canât bite you, he didnât say anything about not hurting you.â Jimin throws the pear in the air again, âWhat? No clever retort?â
âI donât know about Seokjin,â you speak softly, âbut you used to be human, why do you act like this?â You watch as Jimin drops the pear on the ground and steps on the fruit with his feet. You bite your lip. What a waste. You consider pulling out your dagger just for that.
âBeing human?â Jimin runs a hand through his hair, âI donât remember anything about that. I canât imagine being so weak and foolish.â
âYou really donât remember?â You look at the pear, squished into a pulp. âCan you do what Seokjin does, with the memories?â
âWhat makes you think I want to learn about your pathetic life?â
âNo,â You idiot. You sigh. âBut maybe you want to learn about your pathetic life?â
You scream, Jiminâs nails were digging into your skull, a handful of your hair in his fists. âCall me pathetic again,â he threatens lowly.
âPathetic,â you say bearing your teeth. Jimin smiles, because in that moment you reminded him of someone. Heâs going to enjoy breaking the bones of your body and watching your limbs reassemble again. He grabs your forearm, pulling your arm closer to your face. You wince as his grip tightens, struggling against his tight hold on your hair. âCall me pathetic again,â he sings, his eyes sparkling with delight.
You weigh your options in that moment.
âSeokjin!â you scream.
Jimin laughs, tightening his grip even more so you are sure to have bruises, âDo you think he really cares about what happens to you?â
âJimin was a regular at your bar! Wasnât he?!â You had seen the younger vampire, only briefly, you barely recognized him with dark hair, but you knew it was Jimin the way you felt your own heart soar when Seokjin glanced at him for the first time.
You screamed louder than youâve ever heard yourself, making the vampire wince at your volume, because in that moment Jimin snapped the bone in your forearm. âEven if you donât remember,â you cry, mumbling out the words through your pain, âyou were human. Just. Like. Me.â
Jimin grabs your upper arm this time, and squirm in his hold. You start to cry harder despite trying to hold the tears in. The door to your room slams open. Seokjin looks furious when he steps towards the both of you.
âJimin leave!"
âWhat?â The white haired vampire loosens his grip, but stands his ground. Seokjin doesnât speak again, only gives him a look, and Jimin relents, breaking his stare with several blinks and releasing you. The younger vampire canât hide his emotions as well as Seokjin and you see the hurt twist his beautiful features.
You sit on the ground grimacing in pain, holding your broken arm to your chest. Outside your room you hear the familiar crash of glass and scrape of wood and you suspect Jimin is not taking Seokjinâs orders well. Seokjin looks much more unhinged than you ever recall seeing him and then impassiveness washes over his face again, much to your disappointment.
âHe is usually not like this. He can go months without drinking blood, it seems my ban has just made him all the more obsessed with you,â he sighs.
âGreeat,â you wince, âLift the ban then, might as well.â If you were being honest with yourself, you were curious what would happen if Jimin bit you. Maybe then he wouldnât despise you so much.
âThe ban is not to protect you, naive little dove.â He sits down on the floor next to you. You find the sight comical, Seokjin in an expensive suit sitting on the dusty floor.
You roll your eyes. Of course. âYou care a lot about him,â you whisper softly. He nods. You turn to him, âDo you remember why you started caring? Do you think who he is now still acts in the same way that made you care so much for him?â
âYou think Iâm a fool?â he laughs softly, âI know Jiminâs...lost his way...â You sit in silence as you struggle to take your mind off the pain in your arm. âFor us, time, is infinite. This is only a small stretch of time compared to what Iâve been through. Jimin will come back around, I know it.â
âWell I think heâs a lost cause,â you mumble.
âHeâs not, no one is...This is going to hurt a lot, if you donât mind, I can make it quick.â His hand traces your jaw and turns your head to face him, eyes glancing towards your lips.
âAm I going to have to get used to this, you fixing the pain he causes-â
âAm I going to have to get used to you both provoking each other all the time?â
You bite your lip, he started it, itâs not your fault he freaks out over every little thing you say. You change the subject. âAre there really other prisoners here? Other humans like me?â
Seokjin tuts disapprovingly, âHouse guests, y/n! They can stop being in service to us whenever they want, we provide them all with a choice.â
âOh, and what are the options, be your personal feeding supply or die?â
âAhh see, you catch on quickly, and Jimin calls you stupid.â
Your eyes narrow on him, âNot much of a choice there.â
Seokjin leans into you, âit comforts them, when they think they have some control. You know, you would all be at the bottom of the ocean if it werenât for us.â
You pull your legs closer to your body, itâs hard to look at him, much less listen to the disturbing things he says, âWhy are you telling me this? Am I supposed to be grateful?â You shuffle your body, trying to get comfortable despite the throbbing pain of your broken arm.
âPerhaps,â he scrutinizes your body, âAt least donât provoke Jimin. Ready?â
You hum, âYeah, Iâm ready for my medicine, Doctor.â
He looks down, nodding. âNo anesthesia for this surgery Iâm afraid.â
He motions you closer, bites into his wrist and fills his mouth with his own blood. Youâre careful not to jostle your arm too much as you move in front of him. His long fingers hold your head still as he presses his mouth onto yours, feeding you his blood. Even when you scream in pain he holds you to him as your bone readjusts itself and heals back together, your body in excruciating agony. He holds you tightly, his mouth swallowing your screams until the process is complete, until you pass out in his arms.
---
You wake up to clanging silver. The light feels warm on your face, and then you feel nothing as the curtains are drawn. You open your eyes, ready to protest.
âOh my god!â
The woman before you jumps at your words. âYour breakfast,â she motions to the tray.
âYou're real, oh my god, itâs true! Help me! Please, we can escape together!â The woman stumbles away from you as you desperately try to hold on to her.
âWhat?â Why is she looking at you like that? Why is she acting like that?! She pushes you away as she opens the door. Youâre too stunned, too hurt by this stranger who you thought could help you to question her when she says, âThere is no escape.â She closes the door, locking you inside. What just happened?!
Now that youâre alone again you search the room from top to bottom, desperate now that youâve realized youâre up against so much more. All the drawers are empty, not even a pen and paper in the desk. The window opens but that doesnât help you because youâre several floors up. The bathroom has running water and the prettiest bathtub youâve ever seen, so you give up and spend the day soaking yourself, in your clothes. The dress floating and surrounding you reminded you of a certain man, well, merman. No one visits you that night.
The day repeats itself six times. You try different approaches to try and convince the older woman to help you and every time she refuses or ignores you completely.
You donât get it, you donât understand, and her behavior disturbs you. You had asked her, âDonât you want to see your friends and family again?! Do you have children? Or a spouse?â Her answer was, âI donât think so.â
âI donât think so.â She couldnât tell you how long sheâd been here either. The implication scared you.
You sit at the door, your ear to the wood all day. Sometimes youâll hear footsteps, you know itâs not Jimin or Seokjin, because they donât make any noise when they walk. Sometimes you yell and bang on the door waiting for a response that never comes.
One day you yanked down the drapery, opened the window completely letting all the sunshine in, and soaked it in like a cat. Before you woke up the next morning everything had been set back the way it was. It was maddening.
So one day you flooded the bathroom, just to see if anyone would come to stop you. They didnât and the next morning the tub was gone. You cried all night.
For six nights youâre alone. The fifth night you dig into your dress pockets to find the tiny shell Yoongi gifted you. You tap it three times and wait, holding it to your ear.
âY/n?â His groggy voice fills the sea noise. You canât bring yourself to speak, or you would really break down. Hearing his voice was enough.
---
Before the sun sets on the seventh night there is a knock on your door. Youâre already so close to the entrance you can hear the soft click as it unlocks and you swing the door open to see Jimin.
He smiled down at you, a picture of sin. The young vampire wore casual loose-fitting clothes, shirt hanging over his shoulders. He dresses so relaxed, so opposite to Seokjin, who wore his shirts buttoned up to the collar. All you wanted to do all day was talk to someone, be heard, but with Jimin here you feel like an animal cornered in a trap, and you want to hide.
He gives you a cocky smile and drapes his arm over your shoulders, dragging you back into the room. âLook at you! Perfectly fine, Seokjin always overreacts,â he whines, âIâm tired of waiting. I can trust you not to tell on me, right pet?â
The vampire presses himself against your back and wraps his arms around your waist, locking you to him, chin digging into your shoulder. You stand frozen against him, Jimin is excellent at making sure you feel like youâre trapped and powerless when youâre around him.
His nuzzles your neck, lovingly like a lover would, inhaling your scent. You craved human contact, but this man isnât exactly human now, is he? Your stomach turns as the familiar feeling of fear bubbles inside you.
âAnd if I donât?â you whisper, and his grip tightens around you.
âYou tell me, what do you think will happen, if you donât?â he mumbles against your neck, teeth grazing your skin and he moans softly. He wrapped himself around your body, caressing your curves, it confused you at how affectionate he was being, or was he just a snake constricting his prey?
Your stomach tightens, you were stronger than this, right? A week in time out didnât work on you, right? You couldnât stop the sounds escaping your lips every time Jimin shifted against you. You blame Seokjinâs fondness for him that must have rubbed off on you. You try to step away but Jimin pulls you in closer.
âI thought I was a disgusting human, are you the one who missed me, Jimin?â You ask him softly.
âThere are things about you that are only barely revolting, I guess.â He can feel the shift in your mood as annoyance bristles through your body, it makes him smile. You are so defiant for being so scared, it makes him want to break you even more.
Youâre scared, but deep down there was a part of you too curious for your own good, that just wanted Jimin to bite you, just to see why and what Seokjin was protecting him from. It would only be to your advantage, if that was the case, right? You stretch your neck to the side slightly to see what Jiminâs reaction would be. His fingers dig into your hips. âWhatâs this?â Oh no.
Jimin pulls the shell hidden inside your pocket. You grab at his hands, but heâs too fast, dancing around you as he pushes you away, pushing you to the ground.
Somehow you always end up here on the floor, at Jiminâs feet, probably exactly where the vampire thinks you should be. Youâve never seen him more excited, it twists your insides.
Jiminâs cold fingers inspect the tiny shell, tutting. He mouths the words, âbad girlâ silently. Tapping the tiny shell, he brings the shell to his lips.
âYoongi, I know youâre there. Do you want to hear y/n?â He crouches next to you, lifts your chin so your eyes meet his, smiling as if you were playing along on an inside joke. âDo you want to hear her cries? Do you want to hear her moans?â his sinful voice sings tauntingly.
The younger vampire promised Jin he wouldnât touch you, but Seokjin has so many rules, and this just proved you couldnât be trusted, that you needed to be taught a lesson. Seokjin will forgive him, Jimin thinks, he always does.
âCâmon, Yoongi wants to hear you, y/n! I bet he misses you. Let him hear your pretty voice.â You just glare at him, staying silent. Jimin didnât seem angered by your defiance, in fact, he seemed happy.
He pulls your hair, moving your face closer to the shell, his nails dig into your scalp, and you feel them pierce your skin. The pain causes you to let out a strangled cry. âThatâs it!â You hold back tears as you glare at him, Seokjin is wrong, Jimin canât be saved.
âIâm not afraid of you anymore,â you grit out, scratching at his hand.
âOh, no?â He releases your hair. You jump up but Jimin pulls you down to the ground again. Even as you kick and hit him, itâs obvious itâs not hurting the vampire. He easily pins you down, caging you in with his thighs, his knees pinning your arms to your sides. His fingers wrap around your neck, holding you tight as you grunt against him. Youâve become a mouse, trapped by a snake.
âAfraid yet?â You know he wonât kill you, it seems like torturing you is just too much fun for him. Jimin may be stronger than you, faster than you, but heâs as caged as you are, stuck on this island, leashed by Seokjinâs rules, acting out like a child.
âNo.â He lets go and you heave in air, coughing. âSeokjin will find out, even if I donât say anything. He said-â
âJin,â he bares his fangs, âsays a lot of things.â He brings the shell to his mouth again, âWhat bone should I break first?â
Jimin laughs, and you wonder what the merman said to him.
Jimin grabs your jaw, tilting your head to the side, reveling in your struggle. He places the tiny shell next to your ear. You try to silence your heavy breathing. âYoong-g-gi?â You hear the ocean, the rumbling of the sea, and you hear-
âY/n!â Yoongiâs voice rumbles through the tiny shell, he calls out to you, words rushed and worried, full of concern that has your heart dropping, âJimin has a weakness, Itâs T-â Jimin crushes the tiny shell between his fingers.
Jimin pouts, âI thought he would have used the opportunity to confess, now heâll never get the chance.â
He moves away from you, âWell, arenât you going to make a run for it? I didnât lock the door.â He lifts his eyebrows up, nodding towards the door.
You lie on the cold hard ground stunned. Yoongi's gone. You think of a scenario where you rush towards the door, only to be stopped by Jimin as he tackles you again. No, you wonât do that. Jimin takes and takes, you're going to make it your mission to take from him. You stand up on shaky legs and walk towards Jimin.
âActually, I rather you just bite me instead.â Youâre not confident that heâd really go against Seokjin, so might as well egg him on. âUnless youâre scared of Seokjin?â
Jimin scoffs, jaw clenching in annoyance and eyes narrowing. âAny other cute little means of communication you tried to sneak in here, hmm?â He yanks you close to him again, his hands pull at your dress, wandering over your thighs, skirting dangerously close to your center. He smirks down at you as you pretend to act unaffected by the way his hands glide over your ass, kneading the flesh. His hands run up your corset, getting closer and closer to your dagger.
You run your hand over the front of his pants. It was the only thing you could think to do to distract the vampire before he found your dagger and really killed you. It worked. Jimin stops you, digs his nails into your wrist, but he doesnât pull your hand away.
So without many other options, you send your quarrel with the vampire off into a whole other direction as you grab for the bulge in his pants. You feel the weight of him in your palm, your mouth drops a little at his size. Jiminâs jaw tightens as you rub up and down his bulge.
Youâre stuck in a staring match with the vampire. Two stubborn beings, challenging each other to see who breaks first.
Surprising you, he spins you around and starts undoing the straps of your corset.
No, no, thatâs the opposite of what you wanted! âWhat are you doing?â You try to wiggle your body to face him again, âJust fuck me already!â
Jimin cages you against his lean frame, crushing your body to the closest wall with his own. He inhales into your neck. He can sense the torrent of your spiraling emotions, he feels your hatred for him radiating off your body stronger than ever as he slows his advances down.
âYou are acting more stupid than usual, pet.â
âYou wanted to play,â you say, âWell, letâs play then.â
Heâs never played this kind of game before, and youâve enticed him, he has no problem calling your bluff. His hand runs along your cleavage, kneading the flesh.
Jimin pulls your dress up slowly, his cold hand running up your leg. You rest your forehead on the wall, shuddering when he drags his fingers across your center. âYour hands are cold.â
He pushes two fingers inside you, deep, you were barely ready for the stretch, crying out from the sudden intrusion and cold sensation. Jimin groans as you whimper against him, âForget what I am already?â He licks your neck, fingers pumping in and out at a dizzying pace.
âHow could I ever forget?â you whisper.
âI regret destroying that shell, I would have liked to let Yoongi listen to what a whore you are.â
Your body tenses and Jimin leans his body harder into yours, pressing another finger inside. âWhat would the dogs think, knowing their bitch is so wet for their enemy, hmm?â Making you angry is too easy, he thinks, and makes you smell so much better, sexier. Jimin is used to fear, heâs grown accustomed to desire, but your rage makes him ravenous. If Jimin wasnât so consumed by his carnal desires, he might question himself as to why he wants someone to hate him so much, but all he can think about is how heâs going to drive you to madness with just his fingers. He resists the urge to bite you by sucking harshly on your neck, pulling the blood closer to your skin and leaving dark marks behind.
Before you have a chance at release he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you empty and holding up the evidence of your arousal, the clear substance clinging to his fingers as he licks them clean, moaning in your face. The sight is depraved, and you canât look away. He smiles smugly at you as he smells your lust surround him.
âI knew you wouldnât bite me.â
âWe will get to that, weâre playing a game remember? Or do you want to stop now?â
âAll this talk and I still havenât been bitten or fucked, are vampires impotent or something or is it just you?â
Jimin laughs, yanking your body to face the wall again and pinning you to him. âIâll make you forget everything but my dick while Iâm fucking you, you wonât have a single other thought in that pretty little head of yours other than giving me all your pleasure.â
âOh yeah? Well, Iâm waiting.â
Jimin laughs again, pressing three thick fingers deep inside you again, you legs go weak as he holds you up with the force of his body against yours. He drags his fingers out and higher until heâs circling your other opening. His digits press into both of your holes, filling you up completely as you cry out. You havenât had someone give attention to that part of you in so long, you tense at the unexpected stretch. His thumb works against your clit expertly as he rocks his hand against yours. You feel so full and overwhelmed by Jimin. âSo close already? Beg me to make you come, pet.â
âIâm not your pet.â
You take his torture silently, hold in your moans as he brings you to the brink of release and stops short of satisfaction over and over again. He thrusts his fingers in and out of your holes, until the tight stretch goes away, his fingers easily gliding in and out of your wetness, until the ache is replaced with a need for more. Your entire core pulsates as he slowly and torturously circles your swollen bud, changing the pressure just enough to drive you crazy by ghosting over your clit when you needed more and rubbing even harsher circles when it all becomes too much, his touch making you feverish and sick with desire. When you clench around his fingers, closer than youâve gotten to release since he started this torture, he pulls out of you completely, pressing his hard cock, straining against the cloth of his pants, into your sore center.
âYou smell so good,â he moans. You donât want to think about Jungkook, you donât want to taint his memory, but Jiminâs words are so similar. Jungkook is nothing like Jimin, but they are more similar to each other than to a human like you. Perhaps you are just as weak and pathetic as Jimin says, a human can be no match for a vampire, and youâll never be able to win against him.
âPlease Jimin...just let me cum...â
âBeg me.â His usual airy voice drips with arousal, and he presses his bulge harder into your wetness.
You donât do as he says, you canât, so he continues his torturous little game, until youâre moaning loudly, head thrown back against his shoulder, whimpering every time he stills. He pulls his fingers out of your dripping core, focusing his attention on your ass, thumb rubbing harsh circles into your throbbing clit, you feel so empty and painfully full as your sensitive walls clench around nothing and his fingers stretch your rim open for him. Your entire body vibrates, but youâd rather stay unsatisfied than say please to Jimin ever again.
Finally, as the sun sets and the last bit of light around the curtains disappears, Jimin realizes he can play his game no longer and pulls away from you completely. Your legs give out as you slide down the wall, mind finally free from the haze of lust Jimin kept you in.
âSo weak,â Jimin tuts.
â...impotent...dick...â
âPathetic slut.â
âI thought about Seokjin the entire time,â you whisper.
â...liar.â
---
You must have fallen asleep, you feel a hand cupping your cheek, and you open your eyes to Seokjin, blonde hair, red eyes, suit buttoned to the collar. You let out a small laugh, and then groan once the pain in your joints wakes you fully.
Jin carries you back to your bed. You tug on his sleeve.
âPlease take the pain away,â you ask softly.
Seokinâs eyes search the expanse of your skin, âThere are no cuts on your body.â
Groaning, you sit up and kiss the vampire who freezes against you. So you take the opportunity to straddle Seokjinâs lap, and start unbuttoning his shirt, kissing, licking, biting his smooth skin. Jiminâs harsh words replay in your mind and sting you. Screw him, let him think whatever he wants, let him hear you. This had been a part of your plan anyways, first Seokjin, and then youâll worry about him, might as well have some relief too.
âWhat happened?â Seokjin asks as you rut into his body, tearing his shirt open. He doesnât look upset that you popped the buttons, does he ever get upset anymore? You hastily unbuckle his belt. His hands cover yours, repeating his question, âWhat happened, y/n?â
You grab his hand and move it under your dress. Seokjin stills as his fingers come into contact with your thigh, slick with your wetness from hours of Jimin's teasing. His hands travel up your shaking leg.
âYouâre so wet,â he groans, â...Did Ji-â
You silence him with a kiss. âFuck me, I feel like Iâm dying.â
Seokjin laughs against your lips, âHumans are so dramatic,â but heâs already pulling you closer, turning you around to lie on the bed. He bends down to your core, pushing your dress over your waist, you spread your legs wide open for him.
He licks your arousal from your inner thigh, fingers massaging your aching center.
âUgh fuck, stop teasing me,â you whine. Seokjin fills you with two long fingers, pushing inside you to the knuckle. His teeth bite down on your inner thigh, it stings but your lust somehow lessens the pain. Your body tenses, you clench around his fingers and he speeds up, pulling more blood from your veins.
You flinch when you see Jimin again, reliving the memory from Seokjinâs mind. Heâs half naked, kissing a beautiful woman who is fully naked, right in front of Seokjin.
Jimin looks so different, dark hair, flushed skin, tenderness in his eyes.
The girl lowers her body between the men, and fills her mouth with Seokjinâs hardening length. You feel yourself become wetter. Seokjin moans against your feverish skin, biting you for a second time, higher up your leg. It stings again, but youâre too busy trying to get off on his fingers to care about anything but release. Seokjin bites the mound of flesh close to your center, his tongue pressing against your hood, your vision goes white and then-
You see Yoongiâs sharp eyes above you, his naked body on top of yours, cold and wet, hard cave rocks against your bare back. You see Namjoon, a younger version of him, long hair pulled back into a low bun, across the room in bed with another woman. The room is small and empty. Two beds, two couples, Seokjin watching his friend fuck the random girl senseless.
You feel jealousy, watching Namjoon through Seokjinâs eyes. He looks so different, so feral and savage. The bed creaks loudly underneath him as he grips the headboard, and thrusts into her wildly. Jin pumps his fingers inside you in time with Namjoon's thrusts, it makes you feel like youâre going to burst into a thousand pieces. Namjoonâs eyes glow yellow as he gives Seokjin a wicked grin and youâre scared for the first time of Namjoon as he growls, releasing into the woman.
âDonât make a mess,â he drops the spent girl on Seokjinâs lap, who caresses her face. Sheâs breathtaking, you feel inadequacy course through you, you feel jealousy, you feel turned on when her full lips envelop Seokjin's thumb. Namjoon pulls the sleeping naked girl from Seokjinâs bed, tapping her check to rouse her awake.
Seokjinâs arousal is overwhelming you. He slams into the womanâs body from behind, chasing his high while holding her face down into the bed, and then his fangs pierce her back as her screams are muffled. You donât want to come to this, to the feeling of her blood filling his mouth, arousing him and arousing you. Namjoonâs grunts and sounds of sex fills your mind again and you come undone in a silent scream around Seokjinâs fingers.
---
Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit.
You run around the room, darting around Seokjin who watches you rather calmly for the unfolding situation. The rest of his body frozen, the blessed dagger lodged in between his vertebrae, stopping his regeneration.
Once you came, thighs snug around his head, you pulled the dagger from your corset and stabbed him in the back. You kicked him away from you before he could attack and he fell backward, the dagger piercing deep into his back, and thatâs where he was currently, frozen on the floor, watching you as you run around the room in disbelief that you actually managed to stab a vampire.
You trip over him by accident and he lets out a soft grunt. âFuck! Are you okay?â you sit next to his frozen body, âLike, relative to being stabbed, I mean? Donât answer that...because you canât. Oh fuck.â You put your head down, resting it on his chest, you donât hear anything but your laboured breathing. âBelieve in yourself, y/n! Yoongi believed in youâŚâ
You gather yourself up once again and you move to the window, jiggling the handle. Itâs still unlocked! Youâre too high up to escape but...
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry,â you whisper, âI really am sorry,â you grunt as you heave the immobilized vampire to the window, inch by inch, Seokjinâs body like a sack of bricks. You place him against the wall and crouch down so you can look him in the eyes, patting down his messy hair, tousled in your struggle to move him, âIâm sorry,â you repeat again, âbut youâre a vampire right?â You say encouragingly, and you give him a couple of pats on the cheek, his eyes dart down to watch the action, âTechnically, you canât die.â
With every ounce of strength you have left inside you, you shove Seokjin out the window.
---
You quietly lock the door to what had been your room and prison cell behind you, quickly walking through the halls. Youâre not sure what you expected, maybe a gothic interior fit for Dracula, burning candlesticks and red velvet drapes, but you got electricity and mid century modern eclectic, the walls were colorful with art pieces, deep emeralds and golds and blood red. You open the first door you come across.
A young woman sits on a large bed reading a book, looking up at you. Is that how you looked to them? A more disheveled and unpleasant version of her? She looked happy, until she noticed you, and then her smile fell, disappointed you werenât Jimin or Jin. You slam the door shut and lock it again.
You race as quietly as you can through the halls, you have no idea what youâre looking for, quickly peeking into each room you come across. Strangers, stop what they are doing to look at you, waiting like obedient lap dogs. You have yet to find an empty room. Four doors youâve opened on this floor, no empty rooms, and you begin to feel hopeless.
You open the fifth and final door and youâre assaulted with the loud sound of moaning. The moaning comes from a woman specifically, her cries almost as loud as the slapping of her skin against Jiminâs naked body. Jimin had needed an outlet after his time with you, specifically, someone to use and bite that wasn't 'off limits.'
You stand frozen in shock, it feels like all the air has escaped the room, filling the womanâs lungs instead as she screams in ecstasy. He is standing next to the bed, fucking into her at an inhuman speed, holding her hips in the air as she struggles to hold the rest of her torso horizontal. You canât look away, because her body, her stomach, her large bouncing tits, itâs all covered in blood. You almost scream, almost, but the small huff of air you let out instead is enough. The bed stops creaking as Jiminâs movement stops and you meet his surprised eyes.
You shut the door, lock it and run.
You run down the stairs, you see the entrance and you almost run out the door, but you instead run down the hall, flinging every door you see, praying you find something. There's a kitchen, a dining room with the longest table youâve ever seen, and an empty room! It looks like an office! You run inside. You run to the desk, looking over the papers. Weird markings litter the pages, it reminds you of the markings on Yoongiâs bag. You have to be getting closer to your objective, you have to be! You scatter the papers around, yank open the drawers, hoping to find something useful. Thereâs a bookcase behind the desk, and you start pulling down books, nothing is catching your eye. You pull on the bookcase, you run your hand across the wood frantically, searching for perhaps a trap door-
âWhat are you looking for? I can try to help.â
You jump, almost screaming. You hold your heart, it hadnât stopped, to your surprise. You had no idea someone else was in the room with you. You stare back at a calm man with messy brown hair, he looks at you timidly. âSorry, I didnât want to scare you. I just wanted to help, and it took me a while to organize those books,â he laughs softly. The man shuffles back to the wall, you hear metal clanging and look at his feet, they have chains around them, his hands too.
You look down at your feet, papers and books are all around you âI-Iâm sorry. I was just-I didnât know-â You had no idea how much more time you had to spare so you cut to the chase. âIs there a portal here?!â
The manâs eyes go wide, âNot here,â he speaks softly, âOne level lower.â He gave you the answer you were looking for without any hesitation, was this a trick? You look at him more closely, his clothes are loose, like pajamas, and heâs barefoot, he looks at you happily, like you didnât just storm into his room and destroy his things. The innocent expression on his face reminds you of Jungkook.
You remember why he looks so familiar, âYou were sitting next to Yoongi!â
The man tilts his head confused, and then he stares at the door, âyou need to leave now,â he rushes towards you, âGo down the stairs to the right.â He finds a pen on his desk. âThe portal is in the basement, in Seokjinâs office. Youâll need this to open the door, it will only work once.â He grabs your hand and writes a long looping character on your palm, it burns gold and then disappears, while you stand still in shock.
Before you can question him the door bursts open. Jimin stands in the doorway, looking at you and the other man. His anger is replaced by an expression you donât quite understand. Heavy silence envelops the room. The awkward tension is cut when Jimin speaks to you calmly saying, âCome here. Now.â
The man steps between you and Jimin. âStay here, he canât come inside, just like I canât leave.â The man leans against the desk, his long legs blocking you from leaving, his chains clanging again.
âY/n, come here now.â That was the first time Jimin said your name. You look between the men.
âWhy would I go to you? Youâre going to kill me!â
Jimin runs a hand through his hair, rolling his eyes to the side, âI promise you I wonât kill you if you come here right now.â He says the words as sweetly as he can in his growing irritation, trying to coax you to him, but to you he sounds patronizing and angry.
âJiminâs lying,â the man next to you whispers, confirming your suspicions.
âTae, just bring her to me!â the vampire screams.
âNo, I donât want to, youâre going to hurt her.â
âTae, he said. Is this Taehyung?â The same man you saw next to Yoongi, the same man Namjoon warned you about, the man who is protecting you and gave you a way out of this hell of a place?
âCanât you just do the right thing for once?!â
âYou havenât come to visit me in how long, Jimin?â
They yell at each other like an old married couple. You stare down at your hand, it looks perfectly ordinary, you think you might have just imagined it all, what Taehyung did, but you realized on this island nothing was impossible.
âA-are you a wizard?â you interrupt the menâs arguing.
Taehyung turns back to you surprised and gives you a bright smile, âNo, I just learned from one. He didn't call himself a wizard, thoughâ he laughs, âI think the correct term is warlock?â
âOh, okay, good to know,â you mumble. Jimin quietly seethes at the doorway.
âWhy do you have chains on if you canât leave this room?â
âYeah, why do I have chains on, Jimin?â He turns to the vampire accusingly.
âJust wait until Seokjin comes,â Jimin mutters, and he pulls the dagger you used on Seokjin out of his back pocket, holding the handle with a handkerchief. âNice trick, by the way, y/n. Seokjin is still healing himself from the fall. Youâre going to regret not coming to me when I asked.â He glares at you.
âSo thatâs what fell!â Taehyung roars with laughter.
âI said I was sorry,â you mutter, biting your lip. How the hell are you going to get out of this situation now? As if you summoned the Devil himself, Seokjin appears next to Jimin.
You hide behind Tahyung out of instinct, grabbing onto his chained arm. Taehyung holds in his joy while the two vampires' expressions darken.
âDonât fucking touch him!â Jimin seethes.
You let anger get the best of you and wrap your arms around Taehyungâs waist instead, glaring from behind his shoulder.
âY/n-â âDonât,â Taehyung interjects. â-get away from him,â Seokjin warns.
âWhy?! How do I know you both arenât going to murder me as soon as I leave this room?â
âIs there not a spell we can use to get her out?!â Jimin turns to Seokjin ignoring you. You grind your teeth. Two can play that game.
âWhy are you locked in here? How do you know Yoongi and Namjoon?â
âYoongi? We all met him when we came to the island.â Jimin screams Taehyungâs name to silence him, but he ignores him easily. âYou should have seen Seokjin and Jimin, he got them all wet and they vowed to make sushi out of him!â he laughs, turning his body around in your arms to face you instead of the pair.
You look over to the two vampires who have gone quiet. âAnd Namjoon?â
âTaehyung..â Seokjin warns.
âWhat? Iâm not even allowed to talk about it now?â Taehyung whines.
âEnough! Y/n come here...please.â You hadnât expected a request from Seokjin. âI swear, I wonât punish you for what youâve done, just come here.â he holds out his hand for you, you can see the magic swirl around his fingers, burning his skin. He winces, but doesnât move his hand away, even when his tips begin to turn black with char.
âWhat about Jimin?â
âYes, fine, I wonât punish you, just hurry the fuck up,â the younger vampire looks anxiously at Seokjinâs hand.
âY/n, please no! Iâve been here by myself for so long, I canât stand it! Youâre the first person whoâs visited me. I donât want to be alone,â Taehyung whimpers, a high pitched whine as you hesitantly make your way to Seokjin. He reminds you so much of Jungkook. He paces around you, begging you to stay.
âI-I donât want to be locked in that room anymore.â
âOkay! Just come here!â Jimin yells.
âHow can I trust you? How do I know you wonât go back on your word?!â
âThey will, y/n, please! Look, Jimin promised he would visit me, he lied!â
Seokjin pulls his hand away, completely burned black and puts out his other arm instead. âYouâre just going to have to trust us, like we will have to trust you not to pull any more stunts. Weâll trust each other, okay?â Seokjin pleads with you.
âI-Iâll come back to visit you,â you say to Taehyung. âRight?â You turn to Seokjin who relents and gives you a hasty nod.
âNo!â Taehyung whimpers, âThey are going to lock you away! Please believe me! Youâll never be able to escape.â
You reach for Seokjinâs hand, but Taehyung jumps in between you, holding out his chained hands. âLook at them! Look closely, what are these made out of, y/n? LOOK!â You study the metal, it looks shiny and silver. Itâs silver.
Seokjin lurches forward quickly, his suit catches fire, his warm hand grasps onto yours and pulls you out of the room and away from Taehyung and everything goes black.
---
You wake up in a different room. Youâre not alone. Another woman sits on the bed next to you, she jumps when you wake up. It makes you jump, âfuck why is everyone so jumpy here?â you think holding your head in your hands to calm your nerves.
You try to scoot away, and you feel a tug on your ankle, so you pull the covers off of you. Youâre in a new dress, all white, like the sheets, like the womanâs dress next to you. You see a chain connected to your foot that reminds you of Taehyungâs shackles but darker metal. No. âMy clothes!â
âThey made me, I-Iâm sorry, I had to give them your clothes. The necklace wouldnât come off, I-I didnât tell them,â the woman pulls at her sleeve. âI kept your secret, but I canât promise you they wonât find out, Master might look into my memories.â Your hand traces the gold watch chain around your neck, calming down.
âOkay...thank you.â You whisper uneasily. âH-How long have you been here?â
The woman thinks, humming to herself. âI lost count, Master did give me this on our Fifth Year Anniversary!â She shows off the blood red jewelry dangling from her ears.
Ugh. âThatâs nice,â you say and get out of bed. The dress is tight around you, covering your arms and flowing down to your ankles, the one place the fabric doesnât touch is your neck, the hemline sits off your shoulders and plunges into a deep V. You scoot your way to the door until you canât take it anymore and reach for the bottom of your dress, pulling the fabric until it tears.
You hear the woman let out a soft, âoh no.â
The chain stops you from reaching the door, even if you stretch out your legs you canât grab the handle. âAre you fucking kidding me?â
You wheel your body back around, âHey, whatâs your name?â
The woman thinks, humming to herself. âI donât remember.â
âListen, Iâm going to need you to-WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DONâT REMEMBER?!â
The woman flinches from your volume. âWell Master calls me his little doll and I like that name a lot, and I just, well, forgot my other name.â
You take a deep breath as you try not to be sick. âWell Dolly, your MASTER IS A HUGE FUCKING ASSHOLE. YOU FUCKING LIARS!â
---
The group in the parlor turn their heads to the small voice echoing through the halls, Jimin winces, hearing your words clearly, moving one of the women off his lap. âSheâs awake.â
âIâll go-â
âIt seems you failed at controlling her, brother. Why canât I just try?â
Seokjin scoffs, âYou can barely control yourself.â
Jiminâs jaw clenches. âIâll-â he coughs, â-use restraint. I wonât hurt her.â
---
âMonsters!â
âOh no, theyâre going to be so mad.â
âTaehyung was right! I swear to God-â
âSo so mad, oh no, oh no no no.â
âI wonât let you get away with this! Liars! Bastards!â
âMaster!â
The door opens and Jimin stands against the door frame, ignoring your irateness and addressing your new roommate with a smile, âHey Doll.â
Jimin standing in front of you had extinguished some of your rage and replaced it with apprehension, halting your tirade for now. âYou fucking lied,â you glare at him.
âItâs not locked, Iâm not forcing you to be here,â He looks over your shoulder, âRight Baby Doll?â The woman nods enthusiastically back. âThe chain was a precaution, Iâll remove it, I promise. We just need to set some ground rules, okay pet?â
âI am not your fucking pet!â
He moves around you, like a buzzard circling itâs next meal, âYou look so much better in this instead of that ugly sea dress.â
âDonât I look pretty?â you hear the womanâs tiny voice ask Jimin.
âOf course!â
You rub your temples, âJimin, just take this chain off me.â
âAfter everything youâve done, and youâre still trying to make demands? Do you know how incredibly lucky you are? Canât you just show a bit more gratitude like her?â
Jimin kisses the woman and she moans against him, deepening the kiss. You rub harder at your temples. You're chained, a captive audience to what ever the hell display is happening in front of you, becoming more uncomfortable and annoyed with each passing minute.
âSeriously?â
He drapes his arms around the womanâs shoulders and stares at you, âJealous?â
You scoff. You think back to the version of him in Seokjinâs memories, with the other woman. You remember the tenderness in his eyes as he watched her and you swallow down the lump forming in your throat. You are not jealous! And anyways, Jiminâs tenderness is all gone now.
âShe doesnât even remember her name anymore.â
âShe doesnât seem to mind,â he winks at her, and the woman giggles at your exchange.
âHer entire life has been taken away! What happened, itâs worse than death.â You hug your arms close to your body. Was that going to become you if you stayed here?
âWorse than death?â Jimin echoes your words and you notice him stare at his reflection in the roomâs mirror. You stand in silence, watching him as he runs a hand through his hair, pushing back the loose strands while the woman softly hums to herself a sweet melody. She doesnât sense the looming danger all around you and it makes your chest tighten in anxiety.
âYouâre right y/n. Come here.â He holds out his hand for her.
He pulls her into a kiss, she smiles against her lips. You awkwardly shift at the exchange. She seemed happy with Jimin, even if she couldnât remember the person she was anymore. It makes you wonder if she had resisted in the beginning or had always been this irritatingly agreeable...or maybe she even loved him, maybe her love was the only thing left in her.
Jimin holds her face in his hands, dragging his lips across hers, a spectacle of two lovers. Sheâs beautiful like Jimin, they fit perfectly together, a rose and a thorn.
It happens so quickly you stand stunned, you donât have time to scream or stop him. Sheâs on the ground, neck twisted, dead.
Youâre so stunned you canât even cry, you just shake, fallen to your knees, staring at her beautiful lifeless face. Her red earrings dangle from her ears catching the light.
âWhat have you done?â Your voice sounds tiny and high, like hers.
âI saved her from a fate worse than death, according to you. Isnât that what you wanted?â
You canât speak. He moves closer, putting a hand on your cheek, the same way he had held the womanâs head a few seconds ago. His cold finger wipes away your tears. When did you start crying?
âWe arenât liars. Iâll unchain you. So, will you behave now?â
---
You walk the halls during the sunlight. You stop by Taehyungâs door knocking four times, opening the door an inch. âI found this in the kitchen!â
âIâm...allergic.â
âAllergic to chocolate?! I-Iâm sorry,â you mutter, though it doesnât stop you from enjoying the bar yourself.
You lean forward into Taehyungâs room, he puts his chained arms over your head, and gives you a hug. He reminds you of Jungkook so much, sweet and gentle. But heâs not warm like him, heâs still a stranger to you, always dodging your questions. Namjoonâs words constantly play in your mind not to trust Taehyung. Even though out of everyone here, you trust him the most, you like him the most. Being able to spend time with him, even if your conversations are shallow and lighthearted, is the best part of your day.
âY/n?â
âHmm?â
âWhy havenât you escaped?â He whispers.
You play with the hem of your dress as a distraction, âI donât know.â
He always asks you the same question and you always give him the same answer, but today Taehyung persists. âThey wonât catch you if you go now! Isnât that the whole reason you let yourself get caught?â Even though you hardly know anything about Taehyung, he knows so much about you already.
âIâm...Iâm scared.â
He pats your head, you shake his hand away, lightly shoving him back. âIâm not a dog!â
Taehyung laughs, âYeah, youâre a scaredy cat.â
âHow dare you!â you hit his leg as he giggles.
âI want to show you something! It will help you when you finally escape!â
You cover his mouth with your hands, shushing him. Looking around to see if there were any others lurking around you, but no one ever comes around Taehyung. âWhat is it?â
âWell, um, youâll have to come all the way inside.â
â...I canât.â You move away from him again and lean your head against the door frame.
Taehyung sighs. âI knew youâd say that!â he whines. âDo you do everything Jimin says now?â
You roll your eyes, âNot even close,â you mutter. âAnd itâs not just Jimin...â
âWhat do you mean?â
âIâve been told not to trust you...and you havenât been very open with me, have you?â you look down at your hands, intertwined with his, you trace the gold markings along his chained wrists.
âItâs complicated,â he whispers.
âI canât see how it could get more complicated than being a werewolf trapped in a house full of vampires.â
âItâs much more complicated,â he pulls on your arm, staring at you with pleading eyes. âLeave a shoe outside and they wonât notice youâve come inside, I promise!â
You hum, searching for a compromise. âHow about this,â you scoot over the entrance, sitting closer to Taehyung while making sure to keep your legs outside. âTechnically, I am inside and also outside.â
âBut the magic wonât work unless your body is fully inside here,â Taehyung pouts. âThe spell on the room will clash with mine and who knows what will happen then!â
âHow do you know so much about magic?â
âI canât sayâŚâ Taehyung whispers.
Your expression turns sour, âWhat can you say...â you think. âWell canât you just like, Houdini yourself out of here?â
Taehyung shakes his head regretfully. âNo, if only it were that simple. And please donât ask me to explain,â he teases. Taehyung scoots behind you and pulls your body onto his lap. âLetâs stay like this for a while.â
âOkay,â you hum.
âLet go of each other!â You wake up on the floor with Taehyung cuddled to your side, one lone foot of yours still remains outside the door. Jimin pulls on your foot before you can untangle yourself from Taehyung, dragging the rest of your body into the hallway. Taehyung grunts, waking up as youâre pulled from his embrace.
You blink away the sleep from your eyes, face-to-face with Jimin, his head hovering over yours, eyes bright red with anger.
âLeave her alone, Jimin!â
âI-I am allowed to talk to him,â your words come out small and high when you finally speak and you hate it, the way your fear strangles your voice.
âOn one condition, just one.â Jimin hisses.
âW-well, t-technically-â
"You're being so unfair!" Taehyung yells. "Do you like her that much?"
âTae, enough!â He slams the door in Taehyungâs pleading face.
There is a bang on the door, only once, so loud and strong it shakes the entire connecting wall, the picture frames wobble and dust falls from the ceiling, the sound so abrupt and booming it makes you, and even Jimin, flinch.
---
âJimin told me you were in a...compromising position, with Tae today.â You and him watch the stars from your bedroom window, now locked.
Your stomach tightens. âTaehyung is lonely, maybe if Jimin spent time with him I wouldnât have to,â you mutter.
âDo you care about Taehyung?â Jinâs eyes study your features, his sharp hearing picks up your heartbeat, waiting to hear any lies in your answers.
âNo, I just-Heâs the only normal person here.â
âPerson? Normal?â Jin quietly laughs.
âA werewolf is a person too.â
âAhhh, so you think Tae is a werewolf.â
âHe is, isnât he?â You spin around to look at Jin but his poker face is as strong as ever as he smiles down at you.
âIs a vampire a person too?â
You chew on your bottom lip, âI guess so,â you side eye the man next to you, âDeep down. Somewhere.â
Jin kisses your lips softly, carrying you back to your bed and placing you beneath him. Youâve managed to latch onto Jin since that night, a lesser of two evils. The vampire truly was a forgiving man, and even if parts of you were weakened by fear, your mind had impressively blocked Seokjinâs pull since that night as well, so he had deemed you his personal pet project, his puzzle to solve, keeping Jimin an armâs length away from you.
Jin was nice, sometimes. And sometimes, you enjoyed his company too.
You play with his soft blond locks. You know the pain is coming eventually, so you do everything you can to distract yourself, admiring the vampireâs beautiful features before you. He pulls the deep neckline of your dress easily down your body, exposing your chest to his piercing eyes. His eyes stop on the gold piece nestled in your cleavage, like always, he ignores it. He knows what it is, what he doesnât know is why Namjoon gave it to you.
The cold air and Seokjinâs cold fingers kneading your breasts sends you into a bout of shivers, when he drags his tongue across your skin you arch your back and push your chest closer to his soft lips. Heâs so gentle with you now. Sometimes, you wish he was rougher, like the Seokjin you witnessed with Namjoon.
âWonât you let me in again, Dove?â Namjoonâs watch falls into the dip in your clavicle, replaced by Jin's fangs as he bites the flesh of your breasts, his fingers pull at your nipples distracting you from the pain. He doesnât drain you unconscious anymore, instead Seokjin likes to covers your skin in lovebites, taking all night with you.
âI-I canât control it.â
âLetâs practice control,â Seokin smirks, lips stained red, and he moves his hands down your body.
He takes time stretching you full with his fingers, his lips never leaving your chest, steadily building up the pressure inside you with each quick stroke of his thumb against your core until youâre tightening around his digits. âDonât cum.â
You tense around him, unable to successfully hold in your moans. âI canât. Iâm going to-â
âJust try, Dove.â You would hope heâd stop moving his fingers, at least slow down, but heâs steady and relentless, his digits pushing inside you in the most perfect mind-numbing pace. Thereâs no way you could stop your impending orgasm, but you try to hold it off, just two more three four five agonizing seconds longer. Seokjin sucks on the sensitive skin of your breast, mouth pulling as much of the mound as he can fit inside while you pulse around his digits. You feel his teeth sink deep into your flesh and his name escapes your lips in a strangled moan.
His usual dull eyes look up at you shinning with desire. âLetâs try again.â
---
âI brought biscuits.â You hold up the sweet cookies in front of Taehyungâs confused face.
âThank you, y/n.â Taehyung gives you a bright smile and hugs you extra tight when you peek your head into his room.
âReady to escape?â
âI-I donât know.â
Taehyung pouts. âYouâre-I'm-â Taehyung struggles to say the right words, âWeâre running out of time, y/n.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI just need a couple minutes with you, please. I have everything ready!â Taehyung runs to his desk, pulling together a stack of papers. âYou want to see everyone again, donât you? You friends and family?â he pleads.
Your family, youâre ashamed to admit you havenât thought about them. It wasnât even purposeful, your mind just had stopped wandering to thoughts of them.
Yoongi, Namjoon, Jungkook, and Hoseok, you couldnât bring yourself to think about them anymore either, it hurt too much. The small traces of their personalities that Taehyung reminded you of had become sufficient enough as you tolerated living. âW-What do you mean weâre running out of time?â
âI think I have just enough magic to fill your necklace,â he whispers, âbut if I remember correctly, that model only holds twelve weeks worth of time. How long have you been on this island, y/n?â
Your fingers clutch at Namjoonâs watch resting against your heart. Could you really rewind back time to when you never got on that damned boat! âI-I just need to take off a shoe?â
Taehyungâs face lights up. âYeah, or something that has your scent that they can still sense, just in caseâ
âSo the more I leave the less noticeable it would be?â
âWell, I guess so?â
You look around at the hallway, still empty like always, and pull off both shoes from your feet. âDo you have a shirt I can borrow?â You begin to shimmy out of your dress. Taehyungâs eyes go wide, and he wets his drying lips, then he springs into action, searching his closet for something to cover you. You pull his large sweater over your body and take a hesitant step inside.
Taehyung wraps you into his arms in a proper hug, holding you close. âIâm so happy you found me, y/n. Iâm so happy.â He whispers.
He holds you tight to him, you're ashamed how affected you are by his kind gestures, you shouldnât feel this way about someone who Namjoon told you to stay away from, it felt like a betrayal. âDonât forget about me once you escape,â Taehyung whispers.
You melt into his embrace. âI wonât. Isnât there a way to break the spell on the island? There just has to be! There has to be a way to save you and Yoongi and-â
âYou like him,â Taehyung pouts.
âWhat? Who? Yoongi?!â Your face flushes hot.
âI donât like sharing,â Taehyung mumbles into his sweater currently draped over your shoulders.
You swallow thickly. âTae?â
He pulls away, holding you loosely, searching your eyes. During your interactions, you usually kept your attention around Taehyung, unable to focus too long on his intimidating aura and good looks, worried you'd start feeling too much for the mysterious man, worried you'd disappoint Namjoon. But now Taehyung is all around you, and his magnetism is too strong for you to resist. âTae-â
His kiss is brief, however no less impactful, the way he pours his desires into you until your lost in a haze, following his lips as he pulls away, entranced by the small smile he shows you.
When he lifts his chained arms over your head, he pulls your necklace off as well. You were surprised how easily he removed it, when even Jimin couldnât pull it off you (much to the vampireâs annoyance). You watched intently as Taehyung turns the watch's dial and whispers a spell in a language you canât understand. âThere, it worked, I set it to the full twelve weeks. youâll know when to use it.â He places the watch around your neck again, his fingers cupping your cheeks and he rests his forehead against yours, content. Your face burns hot, Taehyung is so affectionate and sweet and treats you like glass.
This close, you can peer into his deep warm brown eyes, irises twinkling back at you so beautifully, it looks like gold swirls in them. âJust one more thing, and then the world is ours,â he says.
---
You sit up in your bed abruptly. Your fingers search for Namjoonâs watch as you try to steady your breathing. The hard gold feels comforting against the tips of your fingers as your eyes adjust to the darkness. Youâre reminded of the night you first arrived. But gone is Yoongiâs colorful dress, the clinical white fabric of your new dress, sits tight around your body like a straight jacket and blends in with the white bed sheets.
Werenât you just with Taehyung, what happened? You remember he told you you were running out of time. Then what happened?
You have to go find him!
You leave the bed and search out his room again. Jimin passes you in the halls, as quiet as a cat, startling you so much you almost fall if it weren't for his fast reflexes. âThere you are, ugh I figured youâd be headed to Taeâs room,â Jimin frowns, âLetâs go.â
âWhere are you taking me?â You fight against his grip as he pulls you in the opposite direction.
âI havenât fed in weeks, and my favorite meal is gone because of you.â
You shut your eyes tight, trying to push away the images of the woman who haunts your dreams.
âSo youâre taking her place.â
âWhat?!â You're doing what now? âJ-Jin said-â
âAre you his parrot now? Well lucky for me, tonight Jin went to go speak with Yoongi,â he says smugly.
You step into Jiminâs room. The dresser was covered with random items that donât seem personalized to the vampireâs taste at all. Unread books, countless jewelry pieces, and a plethora of knives.
âDonât even think about it, pet.â Jimin warns as he sees your eyes stop on the sleek blades.
âI wasnât,â you mutter. It was the truth.
Thereâs no window in his room, no mirrors, just wood furniture, covered in scratches and dents of aggression. The areas of his room, like his dresser, are littered with things, so many discarded things. The room is soulless, like Jimin, it feels like a lavish prison cell.
âSo,â you donât look at Jimin, instead you look at his things, trying to find some sense of his personality, âI guess youâre going to finally prove to me you arenât impotent after all?â you mock. You know you shouldn't poke the beast, but Jimin is like an annoying itch you can't help but scratch.
Jimin scoffs, âSlut, can you go a night without getting fucked?â
âCan you?!â
Jimin smirks. âI'm almost going to miss that.â
You take a step away from him at his words. âWhat are you going to do?â
âJin is too sentimental, he only skims the surface of his powers now. There is another aspect to a memory pull, itâs much more fun. Can you guess what that is, pet?â
Youâve been guessing and trying to make sense of everything since that night. âThat woman's memories, you took them, right?â
Jimin claps his hands, slow and mocking at your right answer. âItâs not a simple task, but she was particularly compliant,â he bites his lip in memory. âShe was much more willing to part with her past, her previous life wasnât so great if you were wondering...some would see what I did as a blessing.â
The vampire stands in front of you cupping your cheek. âBut Iâm sure you...â his hand follows your jaw, â...will put up an impressive fight.â
You let out the breath you've been holding, if you can do what happened to Jin, maybe you can find something you can use against him. Maybe his torture wonât work on you...!
âYouâre going to regret this,â you say, pulling your head away from his hand.
He laughs, âI regret not doing this sooner.â Jimin was tired of Jin's special treatment of you, all these new rules, all the things you've gotten away with when he wasn't even allowed to drink from you, follow his most basic of urges, it was annoying, you were annoying.
You feel exposed under his penetrating stare, you turn your head and hold your wrist out to Jimin, âWell? Go right ahead.â You think the inevitable has been dragged out long enough.
He looks at your wrist, lips rolling over his tongue as his fingers glide over the thin skin, and then he pulls you closer so you stumble into him, yelping. He looks up and down your body, his hair brushing against your forehead, the strands ticking you. You're supposed to hate each other, but the way he holds you and touches you, itâs too intimate, too rough and too soft for you to make sense of it.
âDo you have to ruin all the dresses we give you?â He noticed the slit you cut into your too long dress.
âWhy are they so tight?â you say, watching his eyes as they roam over your exposed skin, feeling hot from his attention. You try to keep your thoughts calm, pure, so he doesn't notice what he's doing to you. âI can barely walk around.â
âThen maybe you should stay on your back,â his voice low and taunting. His free hand reaches for the torn fabric and as quick as a flash Jimin tears the slit higher up to your hip bone.
Your hands attempt to pull the slit closed in vain, and Jimin takes the opportunity to pull at the neckline of your dress, ripping the line even lower, exposing your cleavage to him. You slap him across the face, like you would have done any other man, but Jimin is not just a man, not anymore. He turns his face around and you see his fangs against his curled lip, he looks delighted, like you gave him just the reaction he wanted.
He grabs you around the waist and you feel vertigo as you're thrown across the room. You land on his bed, sinking into the mattress, and before you can scream Jimin is hovering over you.
âYour foreplay sucks.â
Jimin pulls your head back, laughing down at you.
"Get it?" you struggle to speak, âbecause you're a-â
You scream as Jimin finally bites the column of your neck, his body weight pressing down on you. Pain erupts and you can barely breath. His bite is somehow even more painful than Jin's, you hit his shoulders, pull at his shirt, trying to push him away to release you.
---
âWhatâs your name?â You can barely hear Seokjinâs voice over the trumpets of the band.
âJimin.â He yells back.
âMilitary man,â the bartender nods to his uniform, âThis one is on the house.â
âThanks, um?â
âSeokjin.â
Jimin pulls his bottom lip in, studying the handsome stranger. âThank you Seokjin.â
---
Jimin pulls away from your neck, breathing heavy. You laugh, and laugh, feeling exhilarated, eyes meeting the vampire while you laugh again. Did you just beat Jimin at his own game?
Your laughter stops when Jimin flips you on your stomach. His fingers dig into your hair, bending your back up to meet his chest. You grunt, jaw slack. âStill waiting to see what you've got, Jimin.â
Youâre confusing. Jimin doesnât even smell fear on you anymore, even when he tightens his grip. You must be feeling overwhelmed, like Jimin, who is trying to make sense of the long forgotten emotions coursing through him right now.
For the first time in a long time, Jimin feels uncomfortable, struggling to make sense of your taunts and why you arenât submitting. Something unpleasant inside him stirs. Heâll make you regret acting like this, heâll break you in half until you beg for mercy. Heâll do it. So why isnât he doing it?
âWell?!â
âFuck, youâre annoying,â he hisses into your ear.
âSo Iâve been told, military man.â
Jimin knows you're goading him, yet still, blind rage courses through his veins, stinging his chest. He rips the back of your dress, tearing it down the center.
Was Jimin fulfilling a twisted fantasy you had ever since you saw Namjoon and Seokjin fuck that nameless woman senseless? Could you admit that to yourself as you feel your core become wetter as he presses his hand down onto your bare back.
You push up on your elbows, but Jimin uses his strength to push you back down, holding your head down. His sharp hearing can hear your muffled moan and the unpleasant feeling in the center of his body twists again.
"You like this?" He groans, affected by the smell of your lust. âFuck, you act like such a desperate slut.â He palms his dick, needing a release. His moans fill your ears as his stokes himself to the state of your body.
You feel his spit hit your skin, his hard length running along your center, covering his member in your juices and his saliva. His tip teasing your entrance, you push back into him seeking more, and his hands hold you down, making you all the more feverish.
Your arousal hits the vampireâs senses in waves, affecting him more than usual as he tightens his grip to keep you still, focusing on the blood blotting your neck. His cock runs up your slit until he rests over your second hole. You look over your shoulder, prepared to taunt the vampire even more, but his dark expression, filled with carnal desire, slightly unraveled, entirely captivated by you, sends your thoughts into a tailspin.
Jimin pushes his thick length into you, stretching you over his cock, inch by inch until your whole body spasms.
Jimin stayed pressed up against you, a small kindness, his fingers circling your aching core. âDonât-â you moan, and he stills against you, âd-donât hold back.â
"I wasn't intending to."
And he doesn't. Your orgasm wracks through you, you feel so full and empty as your walls clench down on nothing while he pounds himself into you relentlessly. You start to shake in overstimulation. His thrusts are wild, your neck is there, you smell so delicious and he's so close to release.
When you come close again, at the peak of arousal, he bites down on your soft skin. You yell, clenching around him even tighter.
âThis is your fault.â
You see Tae laugh, so unlike his usual sweet boisterous laugh, he chuckles deep, fighting against the chains around him, his wrist markings glowing gold, then deep orange like fire. âNo, this is your fault. You were supposed to kill Jin, we could have had everything we ever wanted. How could you betray me like this?â
Jiminâs hands go lax around your waist, so you put yours over his, holding on as tight as you can.
You see Seokjin and Jimin under a street lamp, you and Jimin watch the way the flies dance around the bulb.
âYouâre a vampire.â
Seokjin tenses, so Jimin continues, âI saw you with that girl, the regular with black hair.â His eyes scan the man beside him.
âAnd what are you going to do now?â Seokjinâs words come out low, almost menacing. Jimin laughs.
âWould you believe me if I said youâre not the strangest thing Iâve seen?â Breaking the awkward silence, Jimin brings an arm over Seokjinâs broad shoulders, pulling the man into a headlock. âI forgive you for always ditching me for lunch.â He teases.
Jimin releases his mouth from your neck.
You shift beneath him to look up at the vampire. Jiminâs bite wasnât as meticulous as Seokjinâs who knew how to expertly pierce an artery, so you werenât profusely bleeding, but the wounds still ached. Seokjin has the precision of a doctor, Jimin is messy, wild, his entire front is covered in blood. Jimin's eyes were unfocused, you could tell he was lost in thought.
âJimin?â
âEnough,â his voice shakily commands you. âIâll just take the part of you that keeps doing this.â
He pierces your exposed flesh once more concentrating harder.
---
Jimin is tiny. His head reaches the older womanâs knee as he hugs her leg. He points to the butterfly, wings fluttering back and forth slowly as it sits on a leaf Jimin found.
âI fixed it, see!â
âMy beautiful son,â she kisses the top of his head, laughing at his cuteness. She looks weak and fragile, sunken eyes and skin pale.
âIâll fix you too, Iâll learn!â He hugs her leg tighter. She soothes her little boy, knowing itâs already too late for her.
âGrow up to be a doctor, heal people.â
---
He pulls away from you. His eyes look wild, like an animalâs, caught. âStop looking into my mind!â He screams.
âI canât control it!â Youâre just as stunned as Jimin, you never expected to see a version of himself so innocent.
Jimin holds you down by the neck, he doesnât squeeze your neck enough to stop your breathing, even though he should, he thinks, he canât do it, he canât bring himself to tighten his grip.
âDo it again and Iâll fucking kill you,â he lies.
âI said I canât control it, asshole!â you struggle against his hold, âMaybe if you werenât so weak-minded-â
Jimin roars. Pressing his weight back on you, his fangs strike at the sensitive flesh between your collar bone. Your first kiss was so special to you, you could still remember it to this day. You were young, awkward and shy, he was your first crush, a cute boy, his features reminded you of one of your favorite idols at the time, who was-
What did he look like? What was his name? When did he kiss you again? It was after school, you think, you canât remember. How did he kiss you? Thatâs right, it was an awkward kiss, because you and him were...friends? Werenât you? You canât remember, you canât remember what had happened, it was so special to you and now itâs gone.
Jimin sucks harder onto your skin, pulling more blood out of you. He took it, your first kiss, you know he did. Jimin, if that sweet little boy could see himself now.
You start to cry. You cry for your stolen first kiss.
His teeth sink into your neck again, pulling more blood greedily, trying to silence the memories he found with the steady beating of your pulse instead. He drags his fangs across your skin, more blood releases, so much blood lost already that everything spins around you. âJimin!â
He covers your mouth to stop your protests. Jimin seems determined to lose himself again, ravaging your body with more bites. So you close your eyes and your thoughts drift to the young boy.
âGood job!â the soft voice of his mothers fills both your minds. Jimin holds a syringe full of milk to a tiny kittenâs mouth. âYou have to take care of her now, remember, treat her gently. There you go!â
âSheâs so cute, momma, I love her.â
âYou both have to watch out for each other when Iâm not around, okay?â
You can hear Jimin whimper into your neck.
You feel sadness wash over you. He could have been a doctor, he could have been a healer. He is, in some twisted way, he been given the gift of healing, and yet he uses it to inflict pain. Even if he wanted to pretend he didnât experience it, you felt the love that he held so dearly for his mother as a small child. You can hear his laughter, he had the same laugh as his mother.
âJimin, Iâm going to save you too.â
---
You wake up healed, your head pounding. You look around, Jimin lies next to you, heâs out like a light. You both look like youâve been in a massacre. Your clothes shredded and blood everywhere. You move away from him, his features look angelic, but his skin is covered in dried blood, like a killer. What the hell happened? You take a step and your legs buckle, you cry out when you knee hits the hard floor. The vampire next to you sways, moves across the bed until he falls completely out of it, groaning.
You crawl your body to the other side of the bed where he is still lying on the floor.
When you look at him again, meeting his eyes, you come to a realization. You know his secret.
âOh Jimin...â
âY/n...â his voice is shaky, he covers his face with his hands and his soft cries fill the room. You struggle to get up, everything feels tilted on an axis. You sway and hit furniture as you make your way to the door.
Thereâs a ringing in your head that wonât leave. You follow the halls down to Seokjinâs office, a place Jimin has been so many times before, retracing his footsteps from a memory of his.
Taehyungâs spell worked just as he said, opening the door to Seokjinâs office, the bright markings glowed and then burnt away from your skin, leaving a trace of ash. âTaehyung,â youâll have to deal with him later, you think. First you need to get away, as far from the island as you can and try to find Jiminâs family.
Thereâs a large door to the right of his desk, wood an alien shade of purple. The high pitched ringing in your ears makes the room sway again, but youâre able to grip the handle and fall through to the other side.
---
You sit on the floor of a tiny shop. Thereâs intricate gold pieces; statues, vases, piled high on countless of glass shelves, every inch of the shop is filled with items, it reminds you of someone but you canât remember who. You canât even remember how you got here. Where the hell are you? It feels dangerous, it feels wrong.
You move to a corner and hug your knees to your body. âWhere am I? Wait, who am I?â You try to remember anything, any memory from your childhood, from your adulthood. And the past five minutes replays in your mind instead. Gold jewelry in glass cases and the feeling that you shouldn't be here, and a deep voice in your head whispers, ây/n.â
Y/n, is that your name? Your hands skim over the fabric of your torn dress, looking for pockets, looking for anything that might explain something to you. You need to get out of here, you need to leave, but you donât even know where you are.
You hear a ding, a bell alerting an opening door. You hear a man speak to another. You run out the door while the man behind you lets out a surprised yell to come back.
You run and you run, past buildings past people. Youâre barefoot, your clothes hang off you. Eventually you stop. Eventually you decide to ask an old couple who looks unthreatening where you are while you unsuccessfully try not to burst into tears. The old woman holds your hands and strokes your arm to calm you while the husband calls the police.
At first they suspected you were a victim of abuse. They took you to a hospital. The doctors performed several tests on you, each one worse than the last. You had no old memories, and all your new ones were horrible. Clinical, painful, strangers prodding and poking your body. Your dreams were filled of palm trees and warm sunshine on your skin, a sparkling blue ocean, laughter, happiness. So you slept most of the day.
Then one day, detectives came with nurses and they told you who you were. That it took so long because you had been pronounced dead over a month ago. Your parents were on a flight to come get you. You listened to them explain the events hoping to have a jog of memory but nothing comes. They talk about the boat, the crash, no survivors. Always another horrible new piece of information. When will it end?
When your parents picked you up, a lovely man and woman who you tried desperately to remember, the hospital staff gave you a bag with the clothes they found you in. There was a gold pocket watch, an item you didnât remember having, but you didnât remember anything, so it didnât surprise you. You told them to throw everything away, but you kept the watch with you.
You have to stay with them, everything in your life had been reduced to a few boxes they had kept. You lost your home, your identity, you had no money, no job, the only thing you acquired during this whole time was a death certificate.
You start remembering your childhood, slowly at first, a memory here and there, a fall and cut knee, a tea party with stuffed animals, a school field trip, and then years at a time.
You found yourself again. You remembered who you were, your entire life up until you didnât, the memories fracturing at the end, and the harder you tried to remember how you could have ended up in a different country across the world, your mind would construct horrible images instead, blood, drowning, and death. You couldnât bare to think of it.
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âY/n!â you make your way into the coffee shop, you reconnected with some old childhood friends now that you were back in your hometown.
âHey, oh my god, who is this big cutie?â Your friendâs dog barks excitedly while you fluff the black fur on his head. Heâs so cute, his ears flop to the side with each happy bark.
âY/n, are you okay?â
âHuh?â
âYouâre...well youâre crying?â She looks at you concerned.
You touch your wet cheeks. Why? You donât know when it started, but as your friendâs dog nudges his head into your palm for more pets, your heart aches.
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One night, a crazy thought enters your mind. You want to go back to that shop. You want answers. You leave a note for your parents telling them your intentions and pack your freshly made identification cards and travel documents into a suitcase.
So here you are again, in a foreign country, alone again, filled with purpose that seems to pull you in despite how terrified you are.
You scroll through your phone while you lie on the hard foreign hotel mattress. You open a map of where you are on your phone, and zoom out until you see water.
There's islands around the peninsula, you zoom into each one and search each name on your phone, learning each habitat, who lives there, if it is accessible. You do that to pass the time until you fall asleep.
âItâs too dangerous.â
You reach for the merman, grabbing at Yoongiâs shirt and pulling him closer, your eyes meeting his. âExplain.â
Yoongi is taken aback, licking his lips trying to think of a good way to start. "We made a blood pact to protect this island from the outside world, it's indiscoverable and once anyone does come here, they can't leave."
"Why..." you let go of his shirt, but he stays close, "Why would you do that?"
"Think, just think what you humans have done to the world...the others needed some place safe to go to and I-" the merman huffs, "At the time, I thought...well, they were...at the time I didn't mind sharing the island with them. "
Your fingers roll over the bracelets Yoongi put on you. "That was nice of you." The merman glares at you in return.
"You know, they'd come here, we all spent time together." Yoongi's stare is faraway and distant. "In the beginning, at least."
"I-I'm sorry." You hold his hand, and he stares at your fingers only briefly before shaking you off.
"Whatever, I'm surprised they didn't start trying to tear each others throats out sooner," He mutters. "We had portals of course to leave when we wanted to, but one day Namjoon and those dumb dogs destroyed all the portals-"
"What?! Why would they do that?"
"I don't know all the details, but I believe Namjoon did it to protect the rest of his pack. I can respect him for that...but the problem is they trapped us all here like idiots!"
"Is that why you're helping Jin and Jimin?"
"What? To get back at Namjoon? Pfft no. Jin came to me with a deal. He looked off, sick, and he offered me anything I wanted, so I helped him. That's it."
"So technically you can leave the island?"
"I can swim the waters, but I can only go so far, the magic always pulls me back eventually, it's useless to try," he mutters.
You hum.
"Anyways, what Namjoon doesn't know is Jin used some leftover magic and created a portal. Jin has lots of friends that serve him, owe him favors, he uses it as a delivery system."
"So you think if I?"
"That's the only portal I know of, but the magic is dangerous, the vampires put so many protections on their house, they won't even go through it themselves, there has to be a reason, right?"
"I...I'll take my chances."
"They wont even chance going through it, and you will?"
"Yes! And what if I can find a way to break the spell? Then you can finally leave! Yoongi, you have to let me at least try!"
"You're going to get yourself killed one way or another," Yoongi scoffs.
"No, I refuse to believe that."
"You're impossible to understand."
"I'm going through that portal. Then I'll come back for you."
"Wait, you'll come back?" Yoongi asks.
"Well, yeah, if you help me, a deal is a deal. Yoongi please, help me come up with a plan and I swear to you I'll come back with your payment. You're the only one who can search the ocean, you just have to find me again, so what do you say merman?"
"I'll find you again."
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Your alarm wakes you up. 'What a weird dream,' it felt so realistic. Like all your dreams, the more you think about it, the less you remember, but that man's scarred eyes, whose name you forgot already, they stay with you.
You brush your teeth and wash your face. You notice something as you rinse off your skin. 'What the hell is that?' You inspect the gold writing behind your ear. Taking some more soap, you work to remove it but it doesnât come off, the glittery ink is permanent. You rubbed your skin raw trying to take it off, it didnât look like a tattoo, but nothing you did would get rid of the gold markings. You pace around your hotel room, things are getting weirder and you start to feel a nagging sense of dread, but there's a voice inside you that says to keep going until you find the answers you are looking for.
You don't walk right into the shop at first, instead casing out the place. You drink coffee at a nearby restaurant and keep watch on the shop. There are not many visitors, and those who do enter are not who you would expect. You would think maybe some older people who were looking for vintage items would decide to enter, or eccentric younger people, but it was almost always a intimidatingly large man entering, bringing items in rather than taking items out.
Youâve gotten into the habit of playing with the gold chain around your neck, the gold pocket watch had become a permanent accessory.
It's almost closing time for the restaurant, so you reluctantly make your way to the shop, and walk in after a group of tourists.
The shop looks different than what you remember, new items litter the shelves. You hide behind the large cases, studying the objects, until you come across something that makes you hesitate. A necklace with a large red gem hidden behind a thick glass case with a lock.
âYouâre that girl! You...you came back.â Your head turns into the direction of the voice, a very old man stares back at you. He looks at you incredulously while you can only stare back dumbly. âC'mon, letâs go,â the old man says, he grabs your elbow. âSeokjin should be awake by now.â
âLet me go! You canât keep me here!â You pull away from his grasp, your hand tightens around the amulet.
He laughs at you amused, giving you some space. âYou walked into my shop, did you not? You donât want to talk to Seokjin?â
âIâŚâ Do you?! Would he know what happened to you, why does it make you shiver hearing his name.
Wait...you look down at your hand, to make sure you didn't imagine it, and there you see the necklace in the middle of your palm, heavy in your hand, you hide it behind your back, looking over your shoulder to the empty case, the shock of it makes you freeze.
The man looks at you cautiously, âWhy are you here, girl? Are you here for Seokjin?â
Seokjin. That name fills you with dread. A vision of a man flashes across your mind only briefly, âI d-donât know.â The old man raises an eyebrow at you. âStay here, girl. I'll be right back.â
Where is he going? What is he going to do with you? Your mind spins and the skin behind your ear stings. 'Now y/n. Do it now.' that deep voice is back. You panic when the old man comes back with two others.
'Use the watch, y/n. Use the watch. NOW!'
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âOn one condition, just one.â Jimin hisses.
As you lie on the ground you feel like the weight of the world just crashed upon you. Your chest feels like itâs going to explode, thereâs a ringing in your ears, the skin behind your ear still burns hot.
Jimin noticed the sudden shift in your demeanor, the way your heart begins to race as you start to break down. Every day, starting on the night your boat was capsized, replays in your mind as you start to remember your time on the island. You see Taehyung, who looks at you and then his eyes go wide, realizing the situation, eyes ablaze with growing excitement.
âIt worked, didnât it?â Taehyungâs deep baritone voice breaks the silence. You can only take in shaky breaths as your tear filled eyes try to focus on where you are. You traveled back in time, precisely twelve weeks to the second, youâre back on the island, thrown back into your nightmare like you never left. The only difference now is your left hand clutches a second pocket watch, now broken, and your right hand clutches the amulet.
Jimin looks between you and Taehyung. âWhat have you done?â Jimin accuses Taehyung, whose eyes havenât left yours. Taehyungâs lips curve into an encouraging smile, he holds out his chained wrists to you. The vampire whips his head in your direction, but itâs already too late. You throw the amulet into Taehyungâs awaiting hands. You didnât want to give it to him, but as if Taehyung had pulled strings around your body, you complied to his silent request. The minute the gem touches his skin, the gold markings around his wrists burn away.
The explosion knocks you back meters, everything is broken, everything is dust, you canât see and your body aches. You hear screaming and yelling and groans of pain. You crawl through the debris searching for a way out.
Red light flashes through the smoke. You choose to crawl towards it, hearing Jinâs loud booming voice.
Taehyung pulls you back, his body behind you like it just materialized out of thin air. "Câmon y/n. Letâs escape."
âThis...This is all your fault!â He looked surprised by your reaction.
âWhat you think you know, youâre mistaken.â He lifts you to your feet easily.
It feels like the air around you is vibrating, your body feels lighter in Taehyungâs presence.
âPlease let me go,â you cry.
âDonât worry, once we escape, weâll be fine again.â His hand holds your hip tight to his body as he drags you in the direction of the portal.
Seokjin crashes into you both, knocking Taehyung away from you. You hear their struggle, and youâre back to crawling away through the smoke helplessly. Your fingers hit the hard cold gem of the amulet, and you wrap the chain around your fingers.
You canât remember how you found the stairs, the wood half shattered, or the exit, blown wide open by magic, you canât remember leaving the mansion, you just remember once your bare feet hit the soft grass outside you ran and you didnât stop running, until you heard the sounds of waves. You ran until water hit your feet and then you screamed.
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YAY I FINISHED THIS MONSTER OF A CHAPTER (Get it? Iâll shut up). Thank god, I felt as trapped in this chapter as y/n in that damn room :â). Okay, but now weâre getting somewhere! What do you think is going to happen now? Looks like this story might finally be headed off the island :D. Iâm excited!
Questions to ponder for the next chapter: What is Jiminâs secret? Looks like there was a good reason for keeping Taehyung locked away, so what is his ultimate goal? What did Taehyung do to you? And why are Jin and Namjoon no longer friends?! Those are just some of the questions floating around in my mind as I am writing the next chapter, now do you have any questions you want answers to? Let me know! <3
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fic rec: On the Way Down by BewareTheIdes15
fandom: Supernatural
pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
word count: 17k
Is it explicit:: yes
Bottom line: you may not think you need weecest wingfic in your life but trust me on this you really, really do
Nobody does repressed yearning like BewareTheIdes15 does repressed yearning. This isnât my favorite fic of theirsâthat would be Fear the Sunless Lands, which is way more ambitious in scopeâbut itâs the distilled essence of BewareTheIdes15: UST that builds and builds and builds until you think youâre going to die of blue balls.
I love how bloody single-minded this story is about cutting to the chase: We donât actually care how Sam got cursed, just that heâs sprouted wings as a consequence; or why John wants the boys to hole up in a cabin, just that they do. Now the stage is set for Dean to take care of Sam which he hasnât had the opportunity to do much lately what with Sammy being, you know, a teenager. Playing nursemaid to a groggy/injured Sam predictably awakens other feelings in Dean.
Dean is bewitched by Samâs wings. Theyâre terrifying but Deanâs not repelled by them bc nothing about Sam could ever repel him (he calls it his âitâs not gross because itâs youâ policy). He sleeps draped in feathery softness on the king-sized bed sprawled next to Sam. He obtains a book on the âcare and keeping of birdsâ and actually reads it for pointers on how to clean Samâs wings. Spoileralert WHADDAYAKNOW this involves Dean combing through each and every individual feather:
It's weirdly sensitive, just this side of painful so all Sam keeps getting is that bizarre 'too much' signal from his body. But Dean's being gentle, careful, mapping out the whole area with his fingertips like it's essential that he memorize the terrain.
and
It feels good, the preening, the touching, the attention.
Exactamundo itâs not even physical touch itâs being on the receiving end of Deanâs undivided ATTENTION that is so intoxicating. Later on Sam compares the reverent posture Dean adopts wrt to Samâs wings to 1) the way Dean cleans guns and 2) the way Dean cleans the Impala. I meanâânuff said.
I love that BewareTheIdes15 strikes that tricky balance between being in the charactersâ heads and being in their bodies.
a small dot of wetness against one fingertip where a tiny drop of blood forms in place of the plucked feather. Before he even thinks about it, heâs leaning in to press a kiss to the space between Samâs shoulder blades. Itâs the same thing he used to do when Sam was little whenever heâd have to wrestle the kid down and brush his hair. Sammy was always tender-headed, all those baby-fine waves that would get kinked up around each other. Sam would whine and whine that Dean was hurting him and then turn around and snivel and burrow into Deanâs arms
I am a FI E N D for every âthis intimate quasi-sexual act is actually just like this other thing they used to do when they were kidsâ callback.
Anyway hereâs our accidental nighttime mutual masturbation session with an added novelty side of WINGS:
Next to him, Sam shifts in his sleep and the wing moves right along with him, silky feathers dragging over the wet head of Dean's cock while a whuff of the body-warm air trapped between them washes over him. It smells thickly of both of them - night sweat, and summer heat and the thick smell of solo-sex - but more so of Sam; that heavy, slightly musky scent that a couple of years ago edged out the baby-soft aroma Dean grew up with.
See what I mean about UST being BewareTheIdes15âs wheelhouse?
Somewhere between blowing his wad spectacularly all over the inside of Samâs wing and remembering how his lungs work well enough to actually suck in some air, it hits Dean like a sledgehammer how really, really badly they need to get rid of this damn curse. Because this, right here? Looking at Sammy across the space of six inches of heated breath and shared pillow, with his wings spread out all over Dean, warm and soft and so full of the mixed-up scent of home and sex, dawn light catching on the random blond strands in his hair and turning them gold? It makes Dean ache for things he doesnât even believe in, things his mother promised him back when he was little enough to have faith in them just because she said so.
Aaaaand thatâs a wrap thatâs Dean Winchester done for. Sam is it for him. Always has been. Because of course itâs not the sexual intimacy that is going to be these boysâ ruin.
So upon rereading this fic I do find I wish it had leaned more heavily into Samâs monstrosity, his insecurity about being a âfreakââhowever thatâs defined. Even in this halcyon pre-canon era before the manifestation of psychic powers and demon-blood addictions etc, Sam still struggles with the competing impulses of wanting to be ânormalâ and wanting to be top-flight at whatever heâs doing (whether thatâs hunting or academics). Otoh the âSam Winchester: Monster Or Not?â debate is probably not something that 17k words can treat with any justice, and I adore the fic that we did get, in which Samâs wings are a vehicle for Dean to officially promulgate the aforementioned Itâs Not Gross Because Itâs Sam policy.
Fret not, children, because BewareTheIdes15 is as reliable about resolving the UST as ratcheting it up to 12. Iâm not a person who necessarily cares about thatâiâll dive into a WIP even if itâs 100k and the main pairing havenât even held handsâbut I am wary of publicly reccâing that kind of thing at all yâall who may, understandably, desire your stories be capped by some sort of romantic resolution. In this fic we get a bonus scene after the wings are gone and the spell broken, Dean and Sam barebacking it for the first time on a blanket under the stars:
Dean runs his tongue over the rough-smooth of healed skin, uneven under his mouth on a slow, wet kiss. It still kind of bugs him that Sam has to live with the slightly jagged marks because Dean couldnât quite get them neat and even from the way the skin was broken. A year down the road since they came off, but whatever it was that made the spots so sensitive when the wings were attached has never really worn away. Deanâs not about to admit how much he likes that. Just like he doesnât admit to the little bundle of brown and grey feathers neatly rolled inside of his duffle, even though heâs pretty sure Sam knows.
Oh my god he kept a few feathers!!! As a momento!!!!! It kills me that Dean blames himself for the scarsâjust, his whole overdeveloped sense of responsibility when it comes to Sam is my entire kink.
He gets another, âDean!â this time a snap of it over Samâs shoulder, dark ravenous eyes on him. This whole fucking his baby brother thing really hasnât done much to discourage Dean from doing his best to get on Samâs nerves, not when it gets him that same look
And:
Sam gives up a library-whisper of a groan and nods, clutches at the hand Deanâs got splayed out beside his head. Thereâs just enough space between them for his amulet to bump fitfully from Samâs skin to his own and back again, horns catch-dragging on scar tissue to make Sam hiss and drive back into the next thrust.
It does not get any hotter than this. It does elide some of the rawer aspects of Sam/Dean, but not every fic needs to scrape your heart out of your ribcage ok (I say, mostly to remind myself). Like, this fic juuuuuust skirts this side of capital-R Romantic âRomance as in the publishing genre, not Romance as in Lord Byronâand if it had been even a smidge more explicitly Romance as a genre Iâd have found it difficult to suspend my disbelief. But thatâs totally a me problem! You all can go read as many undercover-as-a-couple AUs as you want! After youâve read this wingfic.
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A/N: Just something short I never posted. It probably sucks, but I thought I'd share anyway. WE OUTSIDE YALL. (Please be outside RESPONSIBLY. COVID is still a thing. Please get vaccinated and or wear a mask.) Love Y'all.
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âMy King,â Okoye called, handing TâChalla a bag he forgot. âNext week.â
â I know Okoye. I promise I will be ready to leave.â Okoye nodded before reboarding the jet. The king watched before beginning the short walk up to his friend's front door.
He rang the doorbell before staring up at the building. Itâd been years since heâd last been in this apartment. Freshman year of college to be exact. Anayaâs parents had invited him to spend Thanksgiving with them after finding him and their daughter studying together on a surprise visit to their daughter's dorm. They werenât in the room, lucky for them, but it seemed that her parents were invested in a dream that wouldnât come true. Not that either of them was ready to admit they couldnât be together either. At least that early on.
So much has changed since then. They graduated. Got two Ph. Ds respectively and then moved on. Anaya became a celebrated fashion historian and critic, and TâChalla a king. Halfway across the world, theyâd reconnected by chance in Paris and hadnât let go since. Somewhere TâChalla had been holding on to a silly notion that maybe he and Anaya could give being together another go, but he knew it was a fruitless endeavor.
Same as his ringing of the doorbell had been. Worried, the king began knocking on the door. âQuit your racket! Sheâs not here!â An elderly woman crooned from her front porch. âPardon?â
âShe ainât here! The baby called.â The woman chuckled to herself, âRan outta here like a firecracker. Her two friends following close behind.â
âShe was pregnant?â
âDonât know how you missed it sonny, big as a blimp, carrying high though. My bets on a girl you know,â she paused to size up the young king. âAnd you must be that no good bastard babyâs father. Walking out on her like that you know I should-!â
âMaâam, I promise you I am not him. As much as I wish I could have been,â the king mumbled the last part.
âWell then nowâs your chance son. The real father ainât here, and I hate to see that child grow up without a father figure. Whatâs keeping you from claiming that child?â
âA lot more than youâll ever know..â TâChalla looked up, despair written across his face. The woman's gaze softened. âYouâll never know till you try. At least go and see her. I mean you came to her house. All dressed up with flowers and a bag of gifts. You must really care for her.â
âI do.â
âSheâs at the university hospital.â The old woman instructed. âThank you,â the king nodded. âAnything to see her happy, ever since her parents died sheâs been sitting up in that house all alone. Make it right.â
Two hours and four phone calls later, TâChalla pulled up to the hospital in his hired car. The driver opened the back door of the SUV to allow the king and his baby present out into the air. He nodded at the driver before making his way up to the reception desk. âHi, how may I help you?â The woman looked up from her computer. âYou must be looking for our maternity ward. This your first?â She nodded at the gifts. âYou could say that,â TâChalla chuckled.
âMay I have your name and the patientâs?â
âTâChalla, and Anaya Johnson.â
âGreat, Ms. Johnson is in room 408 in the maternity wing. Go down the hall, on the left, there will be an elevator. Take that up to the fourth floor, make a right and it should be the fourth door down. You canât miss it.â
âThank you,â the king smiled hoisting up the big teddy bear, careful not to crush the flowers and various other bags. âWould you like an escort Mr. TâChalla?â
âI believe I can handle this one,â The king insisted. âVery well, and congratulations.â
The king frowned. âThank you.â
Four floors up, and three doors down, TâChalla finally stood outside of room 408. He took several steadying breaths before knocking. âWho is it? A familiar voice called. He heard footsteps on the other side of the door before it carefully creaked open.
âTâChalla?â
The king smiled in surprise. âTella? Hi.â
âHey, what are you doing here?â The brown skin woman beamed, opening up the door, her eyes widening slightly as she saw all of the gifts.âShe said she hadnât heard from you in months.â
âYeah, I was on my way to visit Anaya and her neighbor told me she was here, having a baby.â
âYeah, um come in. She and Jean went for a walk, the doctor said it would help with contractions.â Tella grabbed the bear from TâChalla and moved to set it in a corner, while he found space to set down his other gifts. âSo howâve you been? We used to get status updates from Anaya for you. Then you just vanished.â
âWell, there is a lot I havenât told you all. Wakanda is a monarchy, and my father, and his father, and his father, and his mother, and her father, and his mother, and so on, have all ruled our country. Now it is my turn.â
âTo rule?â
âTo rule.â The king nodded. âSo you vanished because you became king?â
âI vanished because there was a coup, an attempt on my life, which was almost successful. The coup sent my country into a civil war,â The king explained.
âTâChalla, this doesnât even sound real,â Tella interrupted. âI mean, how is anyone supposed to believe you?â
âMay I see your phone?â TâChalla stopped her.
âTâChalla,â
âJust let me prove it to you. I did not ghost Anaya by choice. I still want to be with her.â
âAfter all this time-â
âPlease, I know it seems implausible, but let me show you,â the king reached out a hand.
âFine TâChalla-â Tella handed over her phone. âAsk siri,â the king instructed.
âSeriously?â Tella frowned. âJust ask her.â
âSiri, who is the king of Wakanda?â
Her phone glowed before responding, âTâChalla Udaku was crowned King of Wakanda after the passing of his father last summer during a United Nations Assembly. I found this article online from the New York Times and several other sources.â
âTâchalla if this is true, I mean since this is true, the prospects of you and Anaya getting together is now even more impossible. Why are you here?â
âBecause she is my friend, and I love her. She is having a baby, and I will support her.â
âYou are not its father!â
âDonât you think I know that? Do you know how much it hurts me to know that Iâm not? That I may never be the father of any of her children.â
âThis isnât about you T.â
âI know, but the childâs father is not here. I am. Even if he was, I still would be, because she is my friend too Tella.â
âI just do not want to see her hurt. Donât give her false hope TâChalla.â
âOn the contrary, I believe it is she who gives me false hope,â the king sighed. Tella pulled him in for a hug. âJust give it time, and who knows, youâre a king now arenât you?â
âThat I am,â TâChalla nodded as the roomâs door squeaked open. A nurse helped Anaya back into the room and T'Challa couldnât help the way his eyes widened at Anayaâs pregnant form. His heart erupted in butterflies, imagining if that had been his child. Tella slapping his arm startled him back to reality. Tella jerked her head towards where the nurse was trying to help Anaya and maneuver the IV stand back into the room with her. TâChalla hurried over to wrap an arm around Anayaâs waist and grab her other hand. The nurse smiled in thanks and surprise. No surprise could top Anayaâs expression. She gaped as TâChalla shot her a smile. âLong time no see,â The king teased as he helped her further into the room and onto her bed. A grimace stole her smile as another contraction hit.
âIâll grab Dr.Ben and sheâll be right in to check on your progress, Ms. Johnson.â The middle-aged black woman smiled at the expecting mother. âThank you,â Anaya smiled before turning back to her best friend. âWhat are you doing here?â
âI came to surprise you, only to find out from your neighbor that you were in labor,â The king smiled.
âMrs. Patterson told you where I was?â
âI guess so,â the king frowned. Anaya and Tella laughed. âWhat did you do to her? Mrs. Patterson doesnât like anyone. Especially men.â Tella explained.
âShe did almost try to beat me up when she thought I was your âbastard babyâs fatherâ.â TâChalla told the two women who groaned. Anaya grimaced her way through a contraction and TâChalla stepped over and offered her his hand. The mother smiled at his touch and threaded her fingers through his as the contraction dissipated.
âIâm gonna go find Jean in the gift shop,â Tella excused herself, leaving TâChalla and Anaya alone. âWhatâs been going on with you King TâChalla,â Anaya teased as she tried to push herself into a seated position.
âNothing much. The world of politics cooled off for a while and I wanted to apologize for being awol these past months.â TâChalla helped rearrange the pillows so she could sit up. âWhat about you soon to be umama?â
âWell, this has been my life pretty much, still donât know how Iâm going to manage working at museums and shows towing this one around.â
âWhereâs the father?â TâChalla asked softly. A tear formed in Anayaâs eye, âHe doesnât want to be involved. We were drunk that night and you knowâŚ..â
âYou donât have to explain,â TâChalla squeezed her hand. âThanks,â she murmured. âWhat are you having?â The king inquired, sweeping some box braids back over her shoulder. âI donât know. I wanted to be surprised.â
âYour neighbor thinks itâs a girl,â TâChalla laughed. âSheâs been telling me about me carrying high since it became visible I was pregnant.â Anaya laughed. âI guess weâll find out today or tomorrow.â TâChalla chuckled. His face quickly fell as she slipped into another contraction. He tried to help her breathe the way heâd seen on television but ended up making her laugh. âYouâre really bad at this,â Anaya reclined back onto her pillows rubbing her stomach absentmindedly. âThanks for the vote of confidence,â TâChalla smiled. âItâs two quick ones and long out. Not in out in out,â Anaya explained. âIâll do better next time,â TâChalla promised.
âHow long are you visiting, you donât have to stay. It could be another day or so before I give birth.â
âIâm here for the week, until next Tuesday. And Anaya I want to stay. Besides, I can give Tells and Tonya-Jean a break to walk around.â
âThanks,â the pregnant mother smiled. Her face contorted as another contraction washed over her. âThere you go,â TâChalla soothed as she squeezed his hand. He helped her breathe through and eventually, she settled back. âAt this rate, itâll only be a couple of hours until theyâre here with us,â the mom to be sighed. âThen Iâll be here as long as youâll let me be here,â TâChalla kissed the back of her hand. Sweat had gathered on her forehead and he reached for something to dab it away. âI want you here as long as you can be, distract me.â
âWhy? You are not enjoying the miracle of life.â
âSays the man not currently pushing a baby out of his body.â
âFair enough,â he raised his unoccupied arm in surrender. âTell me about Wakanda and being a king,â Anaya asked, groaning through another contraction.
âWell,â TâChalla started.
Eight hours later, the room was silent. Tonya and Tells had gone home to catch up on sleep. Anaya was sleeping off her exhaustion and the king of Wakanda sat rocking a sleeping baby girl. Well, she was sleeping. Sydney Iesha Johnsonâs big brown eyes fluttered open and stared at the man holding her. She stretched out her tiny body and TâChallaâs heart soared at the feeling of her moving around in the swaddle.
âHi pretty girl,â he whispered. âHi,â he cooed, smiling as she yawned. âYou are so beautiful, just like your mommy. She was the most beautiful girl in the world and now sheâs tied with you.â He rocked the infant softly. âTâChalla?â Anaya croaked. âHey,â the king stood up and walked the baby over to her mother. âShe was fussy in the crib, and the nurse suggested I hold her, I hope you donât mind,â he rambled. Anaya laid a hand on his arm and shook her head. âItâs fine. I love seeing you with her.
âYou know Iâm here for you right? Both of you now,â the king searched her eyes. âI know Iâm not her father, and Iâll never try to be that for her, but sheâs a part of you and that makes her important to me.â
Anaya teared up and nodded.
âI want you to move to Wakanda.â
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Serpent Of Sparta
Ivar The Boneless x Reader
PART ONE
Requested by @childishhoe
Summary: Ivar Lothbrok meets his match when he is introduced to Y/n Artròmitos, the daughter of a bloodthirsty Spartan king. She is sent to fight in Ivars army, after making an arrangement with Rollo, the Duke of Normandy.Â
With matching rage and ambition, Y/n feeds into Ivars flame, igniting feelings that neither of them thought they were capable of. But fire can easily be burnt out.
Series Overall Rating: 17+
Word Count: 2k
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MASTERLIST
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TWO MONTHS AGOÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
 Your incarnadine wrap dress fluttered in the wind, fastened only by the golden broach of nobility at your exposed shoulder. Rays of early morning sun glinted off the wine glass that was being twirled between your fingers, as you watched the city from the castle of Mistras. A new batch of children were being piled into carriages, waiting to be sent off as slaves, to the city of Athens.Â
âYou cannot keep running from this marriage. I know you already rule Athens, but after the death of your husband, you must marry again!â You clicked your tongue and rolled your eyes at your fatherâs remark.
âI have no time for love. I had to sacrifice love for respect. You know this much.â You took a seat opposite your father, who was running a hand over his grey beard. âOn the contrary, the Athenians are weak. If I wanted to marry again, I would choose someone in a position of strength.â You said, rolling a grape between your pointer and thumb, making your father sigh.
âI know what you sacrificed, Y/n. What you had to do was terrible, but it was for the best. Both for you and your d-â
âAnyway,â You said, cutting your father off, âI am already Queen of Athens and the leader of the Spartan army. What use would a husband be?â
âCommander Y/n.â The doors of the hall burst open, revealing a puffed and red faced soldier. âThe Duke Of Normandy has sent you this.â He passed you a piece of tinted brown parchment, bound by the wax stamp of Normandy.Â
âLeave me.â You waved your hand, and the warrior promptly left the room.Â
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âRollo is bringing a great ally, from a place named âSparta.â Hvitserk said, standing beside his brother, Ivar, and King Harald. A fleet of blue Francia flags sailed towards them like great dragons on the dusky pewter ocean.
âI have heard little of this ally that Rollo is bringing.â Harald said, folding his arms across his chest. âBut, what I have heard is that he is a great and fearsome warlord, and that his soldiers are blood-thirsty demons.â Â
âShe. The ally is a she.â Hvitserk corrected Harald, watching Ivars expression turn into one of curiosity.Â
âWhat is her name then, dear brother?â Ivar asked, staring at the approaching ships with a new found excitement.Â
âY/n. But she is often referred to as the âSerpent of Sparta.ââ Hvitserk said, feeling uneasy about the glint in Ivars blue eyes. âAnd if I were you, I would stay out of her way. Her people basically worship her. They believe that she is a descendant of one of their Gods of battle. Ares I believe God was called.â
Ivar smirked. Not only was she apparently a great warrior, but she was also apparently descended from the gods?
âWell, I do look forward to meeting this âY/nâ. I would hope that she lives up to her reputation, otherwise I will be disappointed.â Ivar took one last glance at the oncoming fleet, before making his way back down the salt washed wooden deck, ignoring the âof course you do,â from Harald.Â
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Your nose wrinkled. The pungent smell of decaying fish grew stronger as you came to dock. After stopping in Francia to gather Rolloâs men, you and three hundred of your best Spartan warriors made for Norway. And after two weeks at sea, you were in a horrid mood. After an attempted assassination directed at you, you were pushed over the edge. Not only did you have to command your own men, Rollo had dropped out the day you were meant to leave, making you in charge of all his Francish soldiers. The problem other than the sheer amount of men to keep track of? There was a massive language barrier. You spoke Russian because you often went to Kiev, on trade deals, and you also spoke the language of the northmen. Not french.
Your days often consisted of making ludacris hand gestures to command the french, only to be laughed at by your own warriors. Though you only shared the same ship as your best warriors, the only person you could confide in was Freydis, a Norwegian slave that you had bought from Kattegat five years prior. She had taught you the language of Norway and you taught her Greek. Freydis had grown to be your best, and only friend. You had made her a free woman, yet she chose to stay by your side, through everything. She told you everything about herself and she knew almost everything about you.
âGet ready to dock!â You yelled, throwing thick reams of hemp rope attached to an anchor into the dark water, before climbing over the edge of the ship, Freydis and your best fighters trailing behind you. You were greeted by a large wooden dock surrounded by what looked like disheveled old fishermen.
âI thought these people would be made from tougher stuff.â You said in your language, making your warriors laugh, as you fixed the golden clasp of your crimson cloak. With one flick of your hand, your Spartan warriors started to march down the dock in a wild wave of red and gold. You were at the head, with Freydis and Araios, your second in command, by your side.Â
âCommander, I heard that this âIvar the Bonelessâ is a cripple. Talk about not being tough.â Araios chuckled. You did not not.
âSo what? One of our gods, Hephaestus was crippled, yet he was a great warrior. I would not so lightly throw that statement around with malice.â You gave Araios a stern look, before continuing down the dock.Â
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âI have been anticipating your arrival, Lady Y/n.â You came to a stop in front of the throne that King Harald Finehair was situated on. âWe all have.â He finished, before waving his hand at Hvitserk, a Northman you had met in France, and a dark haired Viking that you had not yet met.
âYou will address me as Queen or Commander Y/n.â You corrected King Harald. âTake your pick.â The dark haired Viking chuckled, before reaching out his hand.Â
âDo you know who I am?â He said, shaking your hand. Since he was obviously not King Harald, or Hvitserk, it was a simple enough equation to solve.Â
âYou are Ivar The Boneless. Ragnar Lothbrok's youngest.â You said, making Ivar duck his head with a grin.
âAnd you have met my brother, I hear.â Ivar pointed to Hvitserk, who refused to make eye contact with you.
âYes. I remember him. I had to put him in his place after he unsuccessfully tried to âwooâ me into bed.â You shot a look at Hvitserk, who was scratching the back of his head and glaring at his brother.
âWell, Queen Y/n, I am sure that we can thank the Gods that you and your men have arrived unharmed. Though, I must ask, where is Rollo?â King Harald said, moving from his throne to sit at a table with Ivar and Hvitserk, indicating for you to do the same.
âYes, I give thanks to Poseidon for a good passage.â You said, taking a seat opposite the northmen. âAs for Duke Rollo, he had urgent business along the Silk Road to attend to.â
âI am sure that you will fare well in his stead. But for now, make yourself comfortable. Tonight there will be a great feast to mark your arrival.â Â
* * *
Mushroom soup, bitter greens with tomatoes the size of peas, rare roast beef slices as thin as paper, dried salmon and whale in a green sauce, cheese you brought from Francia that melts on your tongue served with sweet blue grapes. The feast was certainly large and exciting. But it was not the type of food you and your warriors were used to. Usually, you had lean chicken breast and a small bunch of grapes, greens, bread and the occasional fish. All because a doctor in Athens had carried out research to conclude that those foods helped with building of muscle. The servants that the Northmen called âthrallsâ, were all young women dressed in greys rags, moved wordlessly to and from the table, keeping the platters and glasses full.
âWhy are your Spartan soldiers eating outside?â Ivar asked you, finding it odd that only the warriors from Francia and Norway were in the feasting hall.
âWe eat outside for the most part. You said, taking a sip of Mead. The drink of the northmen was certainly different to your usual wine, but it was a welcome difference. âThey also sleep outside in trenches. My people believe that it makes them stronger. Little girls and boys born in Sparta, are placed in a number of trials. They have to fight and fend for themselves. If they canât, they either are left on a hillside to die, or they are sent to the City of Athens as slaves.âÂ
âWe do something similar. We leave the weak out to die. But we do not test our children like that. Is that not too harsh?â Ivar said, leaning forward, making you chuckle.Â
âIvar, if you want to be the best, you have to have the best warriors. And because I am sitting here right now, proves that you do not have the best warriors.â You said. Ivar narrowed his eyes as he tipped his cup of mead back and placed it on the table.
âWe do have good warriors. We were just out numbered, because Bjorn had hired the help of the woodland fighters from Sweden.â Ivar crossed his arms, clearly annoyed that you would suggest his army was not sufficient. You had to laugh. Were these men being serious?Â
âForgive me, I forget that the warriors of your people are not on the same level as mine.â You smirked into your horn of mead, watching as offence flickered over Ivars face.Â
âAnd why would you say that?â Hvitserk said, trying to defuse Ivars switch.Â
âThe Battle of Thermopylae. Three hundred of my Spartan warriors fought against a vast army of the Persians. There were thousands of them, yet, we still won. Yes, we did have the advantage of land, being that we were on the high ground, but non the less. And you tell me that with a huge heathen army, you could not win because the other side had a couple hundred more warriors?â You said, making Ivar scoff.Â
âWell, then it was fated. The Gods were on your side, otherwise you would have lost.â Ivar said, making you frown.
âWhen my Spartan warriors fight, Ares grants us good will.â You narrowed your eyes and leaned forward. âBut are you telling me that the Gods donât favour you?âÂ
âDonât be stupid, of course the Gods favour us, afterall, they have allowed us to pull together an even bigger army.â Ivar said as he re-filled his horn with gritted teeth.Â
âIn any case, it is up to fate now. Hmm?â Harald said, standing up. âWell, I must go now and see where Astrid has gotten to.â King Harald took on the last swig of Mead, before weaving his way through the crowd and through a door at the back of the room.Â
âWell, it is getting late. I better go find Freydis.â You said and stood up. âHave a good night.â You ignored Ivars grunt and nodded your head at Hvitserks âfarewell,â before following the same path as Harald.Â
âWhat do you think of her, brother?â Hvitserk asked cautiously, very aware of Ivars clenched jaw and his blue eyes baring into your back as you left. Ivars silence made Hvitserk bite his lip. He did not think he could bear his brother complaining about you for the next few weeks.Â
âShe is arrogant and rather patronizing.â Ivar said, a smirk slowly curling his lip. âI like her.â
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âYou fight like a child.â You spat out a mouthful of salty crimson, swinging your bruised fist. Crack! The large white-haired viking toppled into the mud - for the third time. He had challenged you to a fight after he overheard you talking the night prior. But unfortunately for him, he just proved your point. You being half his size and a woman, he thought he could win the fight with ease. But you had only sustained a punch to the jaw, whereas he was sporting a broken and nose and multiple lost teeth.
âĂĂş eru witchr!â The man growled, stumbling up from the mud.
âNo I am not a witch.â You side-stepped out of his way, as he lunged towards you, only to miss completely and stagger back down into the mud with a thump. âI am just better than you.â
âWhen I asked you to come help fight, I did not mean fight my men.â You heard a voice call. Turning around, you saw Ivar, who was leaning against a blacksmiths doorway. He stretched out his hand and beckoned you toward him.
âWhat do you want?â You asked, annoyed that you were interrupted.Â
âI was thinking about what you said last night.â Ivar said, tapping his crutch thoughtfully.Â
âSo was he.â You pointed your thumb at White-Hair, who was still on the ground a few yards away. Ivar rolled his eyes and leaned forward.
âNot like that. I want you to train my warriors.â Ivar said, watching your expresion flicker.
âAnd why would I do that?â
âDo you want to win this battle?â He asked.
âI could win this battle easier without your men.â You retorted, crossing your arms. Did you not have enough to worry about?
âThen why donât you?â
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Part 2 coming soon.
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Boatem Pole Vigilante Au
Iâm sorry this took so long. I had no energy(literally none and was just happy to get anything written at all. Either writing block or just plain depression, I dunno)
ANYWAYS!! I promise I will not fall out of love with this series! Even with my dumb other projects
Thank you for your patience!
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âAre you sure this is the right place?â Out of all places, Ren wasnât expecting a simple, although abandoned looking, three story house. Once a rented place, now vacant. It was the only one up from the Revision Project - which was hoping to bring several homes and complexes up to date, as Hermit City was a much older city, but it never took off. Instead, entirely new buildings were made. People moved out, or moved on. Ren considered all the possibilities of why this place was a part of the Revision Project. Perhaps it was too far away from the city, or maybe a safety hazard, like old wiring, or black mold, or maybe there were bodies buried in the walls. Ren had to stop before he gagged.
Contrasting Ren, Cub was doing great. After checking the address, then again, and a quick triple check, he was entirely sure. âYup. This is the place. Never had a new address afterward, had a couple missing reports, but is presumed dead. He was around Poultry Manâs age.â
âThisâŚâ Ren mumbled, then sighed. His ears flickered, hoping to start some confidence that he normally had. A second past, and Ren went up to the entrance. He jiggled the handle, but found it locked. âDang, I thought it would be easy.â
âWe could try a window.â Cub said, motioning to a window that was opened on the second floor. âThereâs a balcony overhang, we can use that. Looks sturdy enough to hold our weight, yeah?â
Ren nodded, following Cub to where the overhang sat, perfectly aligned with the opened window. Ren got down on one knee, which Cub responded by fanning his face.
âOh goodness, Ren, I- this is all too soon.â
âI want a summer wedding.â Ren laughed, cupping his hands. âJust come here. Iâm gonna boost you.â
Cub stepped onto Renâs hands and was lifted up. The officer pulled himself onto the overhang, celebrating with a quick fist pump, then turned to offer his hand to Ren. The werewolf gladly took his hand, and he was pulled up. The second Ren got close to the window, the spicy smell of cinnamon immediately attacked his nose. Ren whined, covering it. Cinnamon wasnât a bad smell, per say, but it was potent. âOh my god, this guy needs a different candle choice. Cub, Iâm going to die.â
Cub patted Renâs shoulder. âYou can stay outside until you get used to itâŚ?â
âYou canât go inside without me.â Ren said before pulling up his shirt. âWe have no idea what this guy is capable of.â
âYou look ridiculous.â Cub joked, taking a step inside. âAnd what is the worst that will happen? We donât even know if he is home.â
Ren followed Cub, entirely unsure. The house was kept surprisingly clean, albeit with a bit of pizzazz. There were a few plants in the hallways, and a majority of the rooms on the second floor were locked. The officers silently agreed to go downstairs first. Ren cringed, for the cinnamon smell was much stronger.Â
They peeked into the living room, the bathroom, a laundrey room, and another bedroom with a king sized bed. They didnât intrude, for all the rooms were normal, clean, rooms youâd find in a house. Perhaps, they wondered, there would be something in the kitchen.Â
The officers immediately backed out when they saw the hulking figure standing with his back to them. He was home, and looked like he could bench the officersâ combined weight. This was bad, very bad. They needed information, not an untimely demise. The two officers scrambled to get upstairs, entirely unaware that the doctor had heard them, and was smiling.
Ren and Cub went into the third floor, the attic, or, well, what should've been an attic. The entire room looked like a home doctor office, with a curtain hiding a bed and a table with medical equipment already laid out. Ren could only recognize the scalpel and an empty syringe. For sedatives, he spooked himself into believing.
âOkay⌠wow⌠his name speaks for itself.â Cub mumbled, pulling open a filing cabinet.
Ren panicked. âWhat are you doing?!â
âLooking for info.â Cub stated, taking out files by random and setting them on a counter. âLook through those, see if any are what we are looking for.â
âHeâs gonna notice.â Ren warned, but began to search.Â
The first file was on things Ren couldnât understand, all sounding out of a science fiction movie. Anomalies on a molecular level, altered DNA, and even questioning the legitimacy of natural science, instead focusing on parts of nature that are âsupernaturalâ. The second file was about studies in folklore in Hermit City, back when it was a small village and not a roaring city. Then the next five files were about the vigilantes. More specifically, their medical records. Their legitimate medical records. They were referred to as more nicknames of their aliases, but it was better than nothing. âPearlâ, âGâ âImpulseâ, âMumboâ, and âScarâ. They were all there⌠their weaknesses too.
This was⌠too easy.
âCub?âÂ
âYeah?â
Ren held up the files. âWe got what we needed.â
Cub blinked, and set down the file he was about to take out. âOh! Cool! When the chief sees the info we got, heâs going to be ecstatic.â
âYeah, letâs go before we are found-â Ren yelped like a kicked dog when the lights turned on.
There he was. The doctor. âDocâ. Looking nothing like the picture Xisuma attached to the note. His face and body was covered in metallic bits, his arm was an entirely robotic one, and what was normal flesh now a dark green color. His dark red eyes narrowed, seeing the two officers, however, his expression remained unreadable.
After moments of pure silence that even the noises of the night could pierce. âAre you the ones X was talking about?â
âX?â Ren asked.
âXisuma.â The doctor clarified. The two officers glanced at each other.
âYeah.â Cub said.Â
The doctor pointed at Cub. âName.â
âCub FanâŚâ
âAnd yours?â The doctor pointed to Ren.â
âRen Dog.âÂ
The doctor nodded, slowly. âI condemn you for breaking and entering, although not unexpected from officers. I do, however, wish to commend your ability to break into my house at all. Iâm going to assume you went through the front without me or Baba noticing, because I know for a fact everyone out back wouldâve certainly alerted me.â
âOut backâŚ?â Ren mumbled.
âMy goats.â
âYou have goats?!â Ren quickly calmed himself down. âSorry, uh, I like goats-â
The doctor laughed a bit. âIronic, being a werewolf.â
Ren covered his ears. âDo not make fun of me-â
âI wasnât, I wasnâtâŚâ The doctor took a deep breath, sighing. âCome on⌠thereâs⌠much to discuss before the others arrive.â
âOthers?â Cub asked.
Doc nodded. âI believe you call them⌠vigilantes.â
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Keeping Up With The Hollands | 04
Summary: You and Tom were offered to document your life since you are both famous in the entertainment industry. Now as you got older you left the entertainment industry and head for the medical field. How difficult can it be? Also, did I mention that you have kids?
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Writting this made me laugh at some parts pfftt. Anyway let's pretend that Far Away From Home was shooting during the time the boys were of age (forgot their age ngl 2 or 3 somewhere there)
Tom woke up first, sensing something on his face. He opened his eyes and catch a small foot in front of him. In confusion, he turned and notice all of his children on his king-size bed. Slowly but gently, he removed the feet that belonged to Edward.
He got up and head to the kitchen. Preparing breakfast for the family. His girlfriend Y/N was on a press conference for her charity.
"So today, we are going on the set of Spiderman Far From Home. Um, I'm not really sure how I'm going to do that and take care of four children. I know Harrison said he will be there but... I'm scared" he said to the camera as he tries to flip the pancake.
"I actually tried hiring a babysitter, they only lasted a few hours. I think I had forgotten to tell them that there would be more than one kids. Anyway, Ed and Chase gave them hell so they all left." After flipping the pancakes, Tom separated them, one for each boy and three for him, with some whipped cream on them.
Finish fixing up breakfast, he goes to wake up the boys, seeing as they are on a time limit. When he got there, he saw Jake up, trying to wake up his brothers.
Tom smile and ruffle the boy's hair, "Morning bud, you slept well?" Jake gave him a toothy grin and nodded. Jake got up and jumped into Chase's body making the boy yell, which woke up Max.
"Get up" Chase got up and pushed Jake down the bed, the two starting a fight. Jake's leg accidentally kicked Ed in his face, making the boy cry. Tom pulled away Chase from Jake and grabbed Ed, trying to soothe his nose.
"Alright, alright, it was an accident okay? You're okay" Once the boy calmed down, he picked up Maxton and carried him to the kitchen, as his two other ducklings followed.
Chase and Jake climbed into their highchair while Tom put Ed and Max in there's. He grabbed the prepared plates and gave them it.
Tom sat down in front of them, trying to feed each of the boys, "Chase is the only one who could fully feed himself, so I have to help the others."
Max took a piece of pancake and gave it to Tom, when Tom saw what he was doing, he opened his mouth and let Max feed him.
"Thank you Max for sharing." Max smiled and nodded and continued eating. After the boys were finished, Tom took their plates and washed them.
When he was done, he went to get the boys dressed including himself.
They made it to the studio safely. Tom took out each boy and placed name tags on them. He took Chase hand's who was holding Ed, then Jake's then Max and walked towards the entrance.
"Pa where we at?" Questioned Ed as he looked around the building.
"Well, we're at my work. You get to see Ironman, Thor-"
"Do we get to see Batman?" Tom looked at Max as if he just asked the weirdest question. As he was going to answer, Ed beat him to it.
"No stupid, they have Captin America"
"Aye! Don't call your brother stupid!" Ed pouted but kept quiet. After checking in with security and handing the children their passes they were allowed to enter.
As they were walking, Tom felt something heavy on his foot. He looked down and noticed Maxton was on it, he let out a sigh and tried to get the boy off of him.
"Max let go, I need to walk"
"No"
"Max, come on buddy, I need my foot"
"No"
Tom huffed and bent down, then he grabbed the boy making him scream. He tried shaking the boy off his foot but he wouldn't move. Giving up, he grabbed back Chase's hand and dragged his right foot.
"Stay then. Bloody hell"
On his way to his trailer, he showed the boys all the objects that were on the walls, the posters, the banners, the pictures of people etc etc.
Tom had left the boys in the lounge area with his stylist, Rachael since she asked too. He was grateful for that, but what he didn't mention was that they were slippery. Literally.
The poor woman's attention was more focused on Jake and Maxton fighting to get the last box of juice, that she didn't notice that both Ed and Chase were missing. Somehow, both boys ended up by the set where Tom was shooting his scene for Far Away Home.
They watch as 'Spiderman' fought Mysterio. Wanting to go help his father, Chase quickly took off his clothes and ran onto the set and started hitting Mysterio.
(I'm sorry I had to laugh at this scene pffttt)
"Someone's Kid is on set!" someone shouted
"Tom's!"
"Whoa! Hey hey! Get me down!" Tom yelled when he notices what's going on. Jake who was playing as Mysterio, 'fell' onto the ground yelling, "Argh! You got me! Man down!" Giggles and laughter could be heard around the seat.
After they got Tom down, he quickly grabbed his son, and shield him, "Mate, I get you're trying to save me and all but you need to keep your clothes on"
Chase smiled at his father, dimples on display. Tom couldn't hold in his laugh and just started bursting out. Jake got up from the ground and head over to the duo. "I guess we have a new spiderman?"
The director yelled for everyone to take a break, Tom, Chase and Jake head over to where Ed and Jacob were enjoying themselves at the buffet table.
"Ed, I thought I left you at Rachel's? Why didn't you stop your brother?"
"He's older" "Yes he is, but you know sometimes he acts like a div and you're stronger than him, so why didn't you?" "I saw food" Both Jake and Jacob laughed at that while Tom let out a sigh. He picked up the other boy and carried them to who knows where. They spent a good few minutes looking for the other two Hollands. After giving him, Tom carried the two to the lounge area. Tom got irritated when he saw both Jake and Max sitting next to Zendaya and Angourie who was entertaining the two.
"You're shitting me right?" The four turned towards the voice, Max with his bag on his back and Jake running up to their father's leg and hugging him.
"Daddy said a bad word" "Pay the cookie jar!" Both girls laughed at their friend, watching as his children scold him for cursing. Tom squeezed into the girls and sat on the couch. Noticing that his brother was nude, Max goes up to Tom and turned around. The said man opened the bag and took out some clothes.
While he was putting on the clothes on his eldest son, he kept mumbling about how 'what's with you and clothes?' and 'I will glue them onto you' or 'You have some issues with clothes'
Both girls found the whole scene to be entertaining considering the eldest son was fidgeting and feeling squirmish. Zendaya who had Max on her lap, played with the boy's hair while Angourie tickled Jake. Ed kept on enjoying his juice box.
After finishing dressing the boy, Tom took out a juice box from the bag and handed it to Chase. "Now keep your clothes on okay?" The boy nodded his head in return.
"So what's his issue with pants? Is it too tight or something?" Questioned Zendaya.
"No. He just doesn't like clothes for whatever reason. We're trying to break him out of it but it's hard. The lad just likes to keep his bits cool" "Tom never say that again please" "I'm just saying"
As he was going to say something else Rachel burst into the room panting and sweating, gasping for air. Quickly Tom got up and handed her a bottle of water while Zendaya rubs her back.
"Are you okay?" questioned Angourie. After calming herself down, Rachel turned to Tom and quickly started spurting out apologizes, "I-I'm sorry, I got distracted by Max and Jake? I think and then I lost the other two and then I told the two that were with me to stay put but when I came back they were gone!"
"Rachel, love, it's alright. I forgot to explain hay they tend to wonder about so that's my fault. I shouldn't have given you four kids. They are a lot to handle" After trying to reassure the woman, he turned to his troublemakers who all gave him a cheeky smile.
"You should apologise for worrying Mrs Rachel."
"We're sorry" The woman nodded her head and left the room, feeling tired after all of the stunts that were pulled on her today.
Since Chase interrupted the scene, the director decided to call it a day and sent everyone home. After Tom changes out of his suit, he heads back to the lounge to pick up his troublesome children.
Once they got home, Tom took them to the shower, after doing that he dressed the boys into their nightwear with the extra stress from Chase.
Once they were out cold, Tom grabbed his phone and called his wife.
"Hey love"
"Hey, you sound tired, how was today?" He took his hand and rubbed his forehead. A minute had passed.
"It was alright until Max and Jake gave Rachel the slipped, then while I was shooting Chase ran onto the scene and started hitting Jake" "He what?!" "Oh! Not our Jake, I mean Jake Gyllenhaal" "Almost got me rilled up"
"Yeah no, we were shooting a scene and Chase thought I was being attacked so he started hitting Jake, it was cute and funny but it did give me the day off. I got them ice cream, so we had a good day, yeah"
"Well I'm glad you guys enjoy yourself" "Yeah.. I miss you. I'm going to bed alright?" "Sure, night, love you" "Love you too"
Tom hangs up the phone and heads to bed, as soon as he laid down, he heard yelling in the other room.
"You got to be pissing me!" He complained but head into the other room to try and get his trouble makers back to sleep.
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Why are You Here? Jotaro x Reader Pt. 1
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As a twenty-one-year-old mother, you opted to become a housewife. Taking care of household chores and your newborn baby, Jolyne while your husband, Jotaro worked as a marine biologist. Life for you was like that for about eight years till you thought about doing something else with your life. So after some thinking and debating with yourself, you decided to go to college and major in Veterinary Science. As a child, you had always wanted to be a veterinarian as your interest in animals and worrying about their safety was always prominent in your life. So bringing that dream to life after twenty years brought you joy and excitement. So here you were, up at 5:00 AM, laying in your king-sized bed alone preparing to get up for your first day at Palm Beach Atlantic University. Looking to the empty left side of the bed that was missing your husband left you a little dejected. You were hoping you would have woken up early enough to get ready with him. Yawning to yourself, you get up and heads toward the bathroom to freshen up. Setting the shower to the right temperature, you stepped instead and felt more awake than ever. While inside the shower, you started thinking about how college was going to be like. 'What if it's similar to high school? That was hell enough...' you thought in distress. Sighing to yourself, you fixated on finishing your shower and thought about getting ready to distract you from your nerve-wracking thoughts. After your shower, you quickly brushed your teeth and made your way downstairs to a big surprise. There he was, your husband, Jotaro in the kitchen making a cup of coffee. Now, Jotaro knew you were going to college as he helped pay for your tuition even though you said not to. He also knew you were going to one he was teaching at as he also recommended it to you. But what he didnât know was that she was in one of his classes.
âOh, Jojo! I thought you had already left," you exclaimed, hastily entering the kitchen to stand next to your husband. Grunting to himself his usual catchphrase, he looked at you before slightly grinning.
âI donât leave the house as early as you think I do you. Besides I was going to give you a ride because we are going to the same place.â Blushing to yourself, a quiet thanks left your lips before you gave Jotaro a quick kiss on the cheek. âOkay I need to make breakfast,â nodding to yourself as to agree with your thoughts, you started to make your way towards the stove to make a simple breakfast of eggs and bacon for you and your husband to eat.
âJotaro can you also make me a cup of coffee as well?â You asked, which in response you got a grunt that sounded like a yeah. After you finished making breakfast, you set up the dining room table with two plates of food while Jotaro brought the two cups of coffee. Both of you started to sit down and enjoy your meals. Even though Jotaro opted to eat in silence, you certainly did not. âJojo, I hired a nanny to take care of Jolyne while I go to college and she will be staying with us in the guest bedroom until then.â Humming in response, Jotaro continued to eat, not knowing what else to respond with. Slightly huffing, you were hoping your husband would give you a little more attention and talk to you a little more. âAsking questions will only annoy himâ you thought. Realizing your attempts would be feeble, she just decided to stay silent and finish eating. Once the couple was finished, you took the plates into the kitchen to wash them with Jotaro not too far behind you. While washing the dishes, you could feel your husband come behind and hold you gently.
âAre you nervous?â He asked, kissing your cheek. Blushing again just like last time, you looked up at Jotaro with slight confliction.
âJust a little Joots. I mean I havenât been to school in what? Eight years?â Sighing to yourself, you continued to wash the dishes. Rubbing your arms in response, Jotaro reassures you in his special way that she will be fine. After their little intimate moment, you check the clock to notice it's 6:15 AM and remembers to call the nanny. Detaching yourself from your husband, you made your way towards a wall phone in the kitchen and quickly dialed up the nannyâs number. The phone rang for a little while before the sound of the lady was heard. âHi Anastasia, I just wanted to let you know you can come over now.â
âOh thank you! I will be there in about ten-fifteen minutes.â Anastasia responded. Grinning to yourself, you quickly responded with a thank you of your own and a quick goodbye before hanging up. Turning around, you saw that your husband had left the kitchen. Confused, you leave the kitchen in search of your husband to find him sitting on the couch of their living room with papers in front of him. Slowly you walked up to him and sat next to him before latching onto his arm. âI got off the phone with the nanny, she should be here in a little bit.â Humming in response, Jotaro looks down at his wife for a few seconds before looking back at his disorganized paperwork. Noticing how unorganized the papers were, you offered to help but in response, you were given a quick no before he started to ignore you and continue organizing. Huffing slightly, you opted to make sure you had everything you needed before you could head out the door. Now noticing you left your bag upstairs, you quickly ran up the stairs to the master bedroom to retrieve it. Although before entering, you quickly checked your daughter Jolyne's room to check on you to make sure she was okay. Just as suspected, Jolyne was still in bed asleep surrounded by all you aquatic stuffed animals. Smiling to yourself, you quietly closed the door and quickly grabbed your bag from your shared bedroom. Running down the steps and looking through a bag probably wasnât the smartest choice for you. Causing you to miss a step on the stairs and trip. But surprisingly, you didn't fall and neither did your stuff fall out of your bag. Feeling hands on the sides of your waist, you look over your shoulder, you noticed a tall purple ghost-like figure behind you. âHehe, thank you star,â you giggled while walking down the stairs carefully. Finally reaching the living room from the stairs, you noted your husband staring at you intensely with concern.
âYou alright?â He asked with a raised eyebrow. Nodding slightly embarrassed by the small situation that occurred only a few minutes ago. Looking at the pastel blue clock in the corner of the room showed that it was 6:45 AM. âShit⌠Where is she?â thinking to yourself with slight frustration. Although not even 10 seconds after you âs little tantrum in your mind, she heard a knock at the front door. Blinking slightly, you quickly ran through the living room to the front door to see the one person she needed to be there.
âI am so sorry Iâm late, I got sidetracked a little.â Chuckling a little bit, you reassured her and invited her inside. Giving a quick tour of the downstairs of their house. A few compliments were thrown in for the decor and a few thanks before they reached the living room that held your cold and stoic husband.
âThis is my husband Jotaro. Jojo this Anastasia, the nanny.â Turning his attention to the short lady he gave you a little nod before picking up the rest of his paperwork. Blushing to herself, Anastasia hastily said hello trying to make herself look professional and also slightly seductive for the man in front of her. There was no doubt in your mind that the nanny would think your husband was hot. I mean almost every woman did. âAlright Jolyne is upstairs asleep so please wake you up around seven-seven thirty, please. There also should be a list of things for you to do in the kitchen on the counter. If you have any questions, my number is on the list as well.â Anastasia nodded taking in the information given while also taking small glances towards the big man standing up. âAlright, thank you so much again. Jojo, we should get ready to leave.â Humming in response the couple started for the front door towards Jotaroâs white SUV. Sitting in the passenger seat, bag in hands, you felt a flurry of emotions consisting of excitement, worry, and also determination. The drive to the university wasnât that long because they live close to the beach anyway. Unbuckling his seatbelt on the driver's side, Jotaro exited the car waiting for his wife in suit. Noting that she didnât he sighed out a âyare yareâ before walking to the passengerâs door and opened it for his wife.
âHey, youâll be fine.â Looking up at your husband, you sighed and got out.
âI know I know, just first-day jitters.â Receiving a hum in response once again, you kissed Jotaro quickly on the lips smiling,â Iâll see you during lunch?â Nodding, Jotaro reciprocated the kiss and started walking towards the university, with you not too far behind him. Entering the building, you noticed that your husband was nowhere to be found and she was left all alone. Opting to ask someone, you slowly walked up to a tall woman with fair skin and freckles. Red hair to your shoulders and green eyes that are as green as leaves on a tree. âUm, excuse meâŚâ you asked the fair lady. Turning to the voice that called out to you she looked down and smiled.
âYes, is there something you need?â Looking down for a second, you blushed in embarrassment,â Um Iâm new here and just needed some help finding some of my classes if that wonât be a problem.â Smiling again, the taller girl agreed to help, making the shorter girl happy. âHereâs my scheduleâŚâ Looking over it the taller of the two looked very pleased.
âAhhhh! Surprisingly weâre in some of the same classes. Looks like itâs your lucky day hehe. Iâm Esme by the way.â you smiled thankfully to meet someone nice before sharing your name. âSo it seems like our first class is Microbiology.â As if thinking for a moment, Esme continued to study your schedule before smiling softly. âAre you by any chance going into Veterinary Science?â Quickly looking up at her, you smiled brightly and nodded with excitement.
âYes yes! Iâve always wanted to help and take care of animals ever since I was a little girl.â Eyes lighting up in admiration and excitement, Esme grabbed you âs hands and jumped up and down with the excitement of a 6-year-old before saying, âAhhh no way me too!!! Animals are just so cute, it breaks my heart seeing them injured.â you nodded in agreement before looking at a clock on a far wall of the University. Almost not being able to read it, you read what looked like said 7:36. Eyes widening, you quickly ask Esme to take you to their class before they are late. Noting your rushing tone, Esme realized they might be late. Nodding in response, Esme led you to their first-period class.
Barely making it, both you and Esme make their way towards some seats in the back next to each other. Once they sat down, you took into inventory how the lecture hall looked. Very spacious, but also very bland. Grey walls with a basic faded carpet floor. Rows of long wooden desks with a set of wooden stairs in the middle.
âAhem.â Eyes forward you notice a man who looked to be in his 40s standing in front of the class in a nice white dress shirt, black dress pants, and nice black shoes. âMy name is Mr. Brando, and I will be your Microbiology teacher this year.â Feeling an elbow jab to my side, you quickly turned to see Esme leaning over to say something, âHeâs kinda hot.â Gasping slightly to yourself, you looked towards Emse with disbelief.
âDonât tell me youâre gonna try and fuck him or something.â Slightly taken aback, Esme scoffs while blushing.
âOf course not! Heâs just kinda hot..â Shaking your head, you turned to face Mr. Brando, only to find him staring at you intensely.
âAs I was trying to say, Iâm not going to be easy on you. This isnât high school anymore where I would take pity on you. If you donât have your homework, it will be an automatic 0.â Still staring at you with his intense gaze, he smirked and continued, âAny questions before we begin class?â âWhy is he staring at me like that?â you thought with a shiver running down your back. With no questions being asked, Mr. Brando started class. Two words went through your thoughts, âThis sucksâŚâ Sighing, she continued to take notes and tough it out till class was over. While taking notes she couldn't help but feel eyes on you every 5 minutes. Looking up, you noticed Mr. Brandoâs eyes are on you again before going back to looking at his notes. Noting your discomfort, Esme nudged you in a way to ask if she's okay. âGod this is such a high school thing but whatever.â you thought before ripping a piece of paper and wrote, âMr. Brando keeps looking at me.â Passing the note towards Esme, you looked at your face for any reactions. Going from shocked to disgusted. Looking at you with sympathy, Esme flipped the small piece of paper over and started writing your response. Once she was finished, Esme handed the note back and looked at Mr. Brando with intense dislike. Different from when she was practically gushing over his looks. Looking down at the note, you âs (E/C) scanned the paper reading, âYeah we have a few of those types of teachers. If he does anything, report him immediately.â Nodding to yourself, you continued listening to the lesson.
The class was finally over. âGod that was boring.â you thought before packing up quickly to leave.
âCâmon we gotta hurry to our next class,â Esme exclaimed. Nodding while giggling, you grabbed your bag and walked down the stairs towards the door of the lecture hall with Esme.
âI noticed that this is your first year of college. I hope you enjoy it~.â Freezing, you turned around to see Mr. Brando stared at you with red eyes and a small smirk on his light brown skin.
âUm, thank you, Mr. Brando...â Grabbing your arm, Esme dragged you out of the room, feelings of disgust running through her. Once out, Esme immediately gagged.
âGod what a weirdo. Why do the hot ones have to be creeps,â Esme whined. You weren't not paying attention to your newly acquired friend. Instead, you were more focused on why Mr. Brando kept staring at you in such an eerie way. Shaking your head to remove the bothersome thoughts, you continued walking to your next class.
Your next few classes werenât that bad and some were pretty enjoyable. So now, you are heading out to have lunch with your husband.
âHow was the first part of the day?â asked Jotaro. Feeling a small shudder shoot through your body, you looked at your husband with a slightly disturbed face.
âWell, I have a creepy Microbiology teacher. He stares at me a lot and says if I need any help ask him.â
âWhoâs your Microbiology teacher,â Jotaro asked with his grip tightening around his plastic fork. Staring at his fist, you responded with the name that your husband dreaded the most. In just a matter of seconds, the fork snapped in half and the gaze from your husband made you shrink back a little. âIf he does anything, and I mean anything, you tell me alright?â. With a nod, you continued to eat and talk about the rest of your classes she had so far.
Once finished, you kissed your husband goodbye and went to your second to last class. Entering the room of organic chemistry. Sighing, you decided to sit in the front so she could get to the door faster. âI canât wait for my next class,â smiling to yourself closed and closing your eyes imagining what might happen. A few scenarios were bad and some were good. Though she was just going to have to wait patiently.
âHello class, I am Mr. Kakyoin. I will be your organic chemistry teacher this year,â a familiar voice said. Looking up, your eyes widened at the sight of your teacher.
âNoriaki?â you asked. The said person turned towards you with wide eyes and a smile.
âY/N! It's good to see you! Letâs talk after class.â Nodding in response, you quickly started to engage in the lesson.
'My willpower to stay awake is scampering away... this is so boring.' You thought with disinterest. "And that concludes our lesson for today. Any questions?" Mr. Kakyoin finished with a smile. Noting the silence, he looked around to see almost his whole class looked bored. Sighing to himself, Mr. Kakyoin looked towards the class and said, âJust wait for the bell I guess.â Once the bell has rung, all the students except yourself have left the room to go to their next class. Walking over to Mr. Kakyoinâs desk, you grinned widely.
âItâs been so long Kakyoin!â Getting up from his seat, Kakyoin made his way towards you and gave you a tight hug.
âY/N, weâve been friends for years, call me by my first name.â Chuckling to yourself, you nodded in response. âSo how have you been anyways?â
âPretty good. Iâm majoring in Veterinary Science. I would have gone to college sooner, but I had Jolyne earlier than expected⌠But Iâm happy sheâs here regardless. A bundle of joy is what she is! Anyways how about you Noriaki,â you rambled. Chuckling to himself, Noriaki responded, âYou still havenât changed huh Y/N? Still a rambler. I have been well, Iâm married with a child on the way.â Eyes widening, you grab onto Noriaki in excitement, âCongratulations Noriaki! Iâm so happy for you! How many months?â
âSheâs about 4 months in.â The conversation continued on for what felt like hours before both realized you had to leave. âHere let me write you a pass. I had fun talking to you.â
âThank you Noriaki, here take my number. We need to hang out more. Bye bye!â You responded before rushing off to find your next to class.
Finally making it, you stepped inside and saw what you have been the whole day to see. Your stoic husband.
âWhy are you here?â Jotaro asked. Giggling to yourself you respond cheerfully, âThis is my last clasâŚ.â
âWhy are you late?â Feeling irked by being cut off, you respond again but this time with slight irritation, âI was talking with another teacher.â
âYare Yare, take a seat.â Listening to the simple order, you sit down in a seat next to a cute looking girl in the front. You sadly, missed the first half of the lesson meaning you were already behind. âGreat⌠Iâm most likely gonna have an earful after this class,â you thought to yourself. Feeling a tap on your shoulder, you turn to see the girl you decided to sit next to you staring at you intensely.
âUm, can I help you?â You whispered.
âI donât know how you guys know each other? but I want to let you know that heâs mine.â Rolling your eyes, you nodded in response before paying attention to the lesson. âDamn my husband and god-like appearance.â
Another class that was a bore to be in.
âDoes anyone have any questions?â Jotaro asked. Once again, a silence room of college students was what he received in response. Sighing in response, he waved them off and waited for the bell.
Once the bell had rung, everyone except you once again had left for the day. While you were still packing up, you jumped slightly to hands slamming down on your desk.
âWhy the hell are you in my class?â
âCalm down Joots, I just chose this class because I need another creditâŚ. and maybe because I wanted to see my husband at the end of the dayâŚâ Sighing in response, your husband looked at you before heading towards his desk and grabbing his stuff and heading out the door. âWaaaaah wait for me Joots!â You run out of the room only to bump into a muscular chest.
âYare Yare, letâs just go home.â
Heading towards the car, you both get into your respectable seats and head home. The car ride was silent, but you can tell your husband is still not so thrilled about you being in his class. But knowing you, trying to change your mind to choose a different class would be feeble.
Once home, you both entered the house and was immediately greeted with a big hug.
âWelcome home mommy and daddy!â exclaimed Jolyne. Smiling brightly you hugged Jolyne back before walking towards the living room seeing Anastasia with Jolyneâs homework on the coffee table completed.
âWelcome home Mr. and Mrs. Kujo.â
âThank you, how was Jolyne?â You asked.
âOh she was wonderful. An absolute sweetheart. By the way, I have made dinner and itâs in the kitchen if you want to eat.â Thanking her once more you head upstairs to your shared bedroom to drop off your school stuff and sit on your bed exhausted. Hearing the bedroom door open, you see your husband standing there as exhausted as you.
âLook Joots, Iâm sorry about me being in your class, but I'm not changing classeâŚ.â
âI'm not going to give you an advantage because you're my wife. I hope you know that.â Huffing in annoyance you respond with a quick yeah.
âThis is going to be harder than I thought.â
This is honestly pretty old and im probably going heavily edit it but i hope you enjoy the first part of this story.
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Fire & Desire (Ethan x MC)
Warning: NSFW, 18+
Summary: After the funeral, Naomi heads to Ethanâs apartment for comfort. Letâs pretend that 30 diamond scene in chapter 12 didnât happen, okay? I made up 95% of this.
A/N: Guys, I have an embarrassing amount of rewrites/drafts of this on my computer. Pls enjoy.
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In order to survive the past few days, Naomi has made it her mission to get through things one step at a time. Her first goal was to survive the toxin. She did. Then it was to just get well and be discharged from the hospital. The last step was to make it through Danny and Bobbyâs joint memorial service in one piece. Not only did she do that, but she delivered a eulogy flawlessly, while her friends and colleagues all fell apart at the seams and waited for her to do the same.
But now that itâs all over, now that thereâs no goal to work towards especially since Naveen wonât let her back in the hospital without clearance from a therapist, Naomi has never felt more lost or out of sorts in her life.
After the memorial, Naomi went home with her roommates and she regrets it. Jackie and Elijah can barely look at her without giving her pity glances, Sienna has been trying to feed her nonstop, and Aurora has convinced them all that sheâs spiraling due to her meltdown at Ethan earlier that day. So she hid in her bedroom, pretending to be asleep simply because she was tired of them.
But sleep evades her. Outside of a quick 15 minute power nap, Naomi hasnât been able to sleep, thoughts of being back in that hospital room never too far from her mind. Every time she closed her eyes, the fear took over, gripping her and refusing to let go.
So thatâs how she ended up here, in Ethanâs apartment, on his couch, nursing a glass of scotch. Being at home wasnât an option and thereâs no one else sheâd rather be with, so as soon as her roommates went to bed, Naomi slipped out and made her way across town to Ethanâs place. Ethan was shocked when he found her outside of his apartment at midnight, especially with the way their last conversation ended. He wanted to scold her for taking an Uber so late at night by herself, but of course he didnât turn her away.Â
âAre you hungry?â Ethan asks, opening and closing his refrigerator a few times, as if that will make food magically appear. âI didnât cook today, but I can probably throw something together.â
Naomi doesnât know if her appetite still hasnât returned or if itâs her mind playing tricks on her, as she can still taste the vomit in her mouth at the mere mention of food. âNo, Iâm fine for now.â
âYou sure?â
âPositive.â
âOkay.â Ethan wants to ask questions because sheâs obviously come here for a reason, but he doesnât want to push her. âItâs late and you must be exhausted though.â He walks back to his living room and holds out a hand, which Naomi grabs. He ushers her to his bedroom. âYou can sleep in here.â
His room still looks like she remembers. The king sized bed takes up most of the space, and he still has the most amazing view in all of Boston. The night is still young and bustling, the buildings all lit up.
âYouâre sleeping in here too, right?â Naomi asks.
âI was going to take the guest room, or the couch.â
Naomi shakes her head. âNonsense, youâre sleeping with me.â
Even though thereâs no light other than moonlight spilling into the room, Naomi can still see his cheeks tinge pink. âI didnât want to assume.â
âI think after our night together in the hospital, assuming will be safe. Itâs cute, but weâre grown and you wonât offend my virtue.â
âNoted.â Naomi watches him as he moves around the room, a sort of anxious energy radiating off of him. He rummages through a drawer until he finds something suitable for her to put on. âHere you go.â
Itâs a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt from a charity 5k because of course Ethan is the type to participate in something like that. Naomi rids herself of the jeans and sweater she haphazardly threw on in her rush to leave her apartment and slips on the t-shirt, forgoing the pants. Their obvious size differences make the shirt look comically large on her like a nightgown.
âFair warning, I donât have a scrunchie or anything to wrap my hair in, so I apologize if you wake up to like...a lionâs mane of hair in your face.â
âI think Iâll survive.â
Naomi pulls back the covers and slides into the bed, moaning upon contact. Oh, to be rich and have fancy high thread-count sheets and a memory foam mattress. âGod, I never want to leave this bed.â
âKeep making noises like that, and I wonât let you.â He doesnât climb bed behind her, opting to sit on the edge. âYou want to talk?â
âAbout what?â
âThe fact that youâre here right now, instead of your own apartment.â
âIs it not enough to say I wanted to see you?â
Ethan scoffs. Naomi is charming, but she canât bullshit him. âSure.â
She doesnât want to talk about herself. Thatâs all sheâs done for the past 48 hours, and sheâs tired of it. Itâs selfish.
She manages to turn the tables on Ethan. âYou look tired. Iâm sorry if I woke you.â
âYou didnât,â Ethan assures her. âI wasnât sleeping anyway.â
âI didnât have you pegged as an insomniac.â
âWeâre doctors, so it goes without saying that weâre all insomniacs.â Ethan sighs. âBut to be honest, I havenât had a good nightâs sleep all week.â
âI get it. With the toxin, and Bobby and Danny, and Rafââ
âItâs not them, Naomi, itâs you,â Ethan argues. âI spend all 24 hours of the day with you on my brain, worrying about you.â
âYou donât have to.â
âI thought you were going to die in my arms,â Ethan continues. âI tried to stay optimistic for you, but all I could think about was the fact that it couldâve been my last night with you. That night, after you finally fell asleep, I stayed up, analyzing your vitals. The only time I wasnât looking at you is when I was looking at your chart. And every night since, I lay awake, forcing myself to not contact you.â
Naomi frowns. Sheâs spent so much time wrapped up in her own head, she didnât take much time to think about how Ethan was affected as well. Sheâs sure sheâd be a wreck if the situation was reversed, if he was the one fighting an unknown deadly agent.Â
She crawls out the sheets and joins Ethan at the edge of the bed. âIâm sorry, I didnât even thinkââ
âDonât you dare apologize to me. Youâve been going through enough, I shouldnât even be burdening you.â
âItâs fine. We shared deathbed confessions, I think I can handle whatever else you throw my way.â
Ethan turns to lock eyes with Naomi, her expression open and earnest. âI meant everything I said in there. I regret putting us on hold, and Iâm sorry I wasted so much time.â
Naomi sucks in a deep breath. âOkay. So what are you saying?â
âIâm saying that Iâm done pretending that I donât have feelings for you. Iâm done trying to hold you at armâs length. I want you, Naomi.â
âAre you feeling like this because I almost died?â
âNo. I mean, sure it was a major wake-up call for me, but Iâve felt this way for a long time. The last time you were here, the night of the softball game, I kissed you, and instead of making my intentions known then and there, I put it off, and that almost cost me everything. I donât have all the answers, because Iâm your boss, and people at hospitals like to gossip, but whatever this is, I want to explore it with you.âÂ
Naomi doesnât say anything, her brain and heart trying to process all of this information. Ethan watches her, his heart pounding wildly. Did he seriously miscalculate her feelings for him? Did he pick the most inopportune moment to drop this on her?
âIt took you long enough,â Naomi says.
He laughs, his relief evident and he grabs her hand. âWell I appreciate you having the patience of a saint, Rookie.â
âItâs because I am a saint.â
He runs his thumb along the inside of her wrist, tracing a pattern into the warm skin. The steady thump of her pulse is enough to soothe the anxiety that lingers. Sheâs here. Sheâs with him. Sheâs alive.
His other hand grips the back of her neck, forcing her to look him in the eye. Ethanâs gaze sweeps across her face, his 11 years as a doctor having given him a keen eye for detail. Thereâs her long, dark eyelashes, her full lips, her pronounced cheekbones, her button nose that crinkles whenever sheâs smiling and laughing, a sight he hopes to see again soon. He doesnât know what emotion is more overwhelming: the relief that sheâs alive, or the fear that she was that close to dying.
Ethan is all too aware of the fact that he couldâve lost her. That he and Naomi would never share a quiet moment like this ever again. That sheâd never know the full extent of his feelings for her, because heâd been too much of a coward to be honest a long time ago. The thought of the hypothetical makes his insides twist uncomfortably. He canât dwell on it, not while sheâs here, looking to him for comfort.
Without thinking further, his lips slowly collide with hers, pulling the younger woman into a kiss. She wastes no time, kissing him back with an unrivaled fervor that borders on desperation, but Ethan isnât one to complain. He deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping her mouth until he finds her own.
The kiss sparks something inside of Naomi, a buzz building in the pit of her stomach, so potent and all consuming, it nearly startled her. For the first time in what feels like forever, the rest of the world fades away. Itâs just her and Ethan, and this magical little flame between them. So she clings to it, to him, to them, and swings one of her legs over, straddling him. One arm wraps around the back of his neck, one hand tangles in the hair at the nape of his neck as she pulls herself closer. He tastes smoky like the scotch they drank earlier, and she swears the kiss alone is enough to leave her intoxicated.
Desperate for any sort of friction, Naomi rolls her hips into his. She can feel him hardening beneath her, his erection straining through the thin layers of fabric preventing them from being completely bare with each other. Unable to help himself, Ethan breaks the kiss only to let out a low, âFuck.â
He needs to stop this. Logically, Ethan knows that putting a kibosh in this is the right thing to do. Naomi came to him because she needs a support system, and the last thing he wants to do is take advantage of her trust and manipulate her grief.
âNaomi, stop,â Ethan gently commands, hands gripping her hips in order to keep her still.
âWhat? Whatâs wrong?â
âWe donât have to do this tonight,â Ethan says. âLetâs just go to bed.â
âBut I donât want to go to bed.â
âBut you should.â
âNo. I want this, I want you.â
Her lips are on his jaw, kissing and biting, and itâs becoming harder for him to stay focused. âYouâve had a very long day, itâs been emotionally draining, and Iâm sure youâre exhaustedââ
âOh my God, stop!â Naomi exclaims. âI donât need another person explaining to me what Iâm going through or what Iâm feeling. Trust me, no one is more aware of my shitty life than I am.â She leans forward resting her forehead against his. âI get it, Iâm the one who barely survived an assassination attempt, and Iâm going to walk around with that for the rest of my life. For tonight, can I just be a normal girl who wants to fuck her boyfriend, or whatever the hell you are to me? Please?â
Despite the circumstances, his cock twitches almost painfully as soon as the word âboyfriendâ leaves her mouth. Heâs a grown ass man, he hasnât used the term since high school, and here he is, ready to dissolve into a puddle of goo. What the hell has Naomi Valentine done to him and who is this mess of a man that sheâs replaced him with?
Whatever sheâs trying to do wonât work. Pushing aside her grief and trying to avoid the problem with sex isnât a coping mechanism heâd ever recommend (not that he has any brilliant ones of his own, but still). Itâs not going to fix anything in the long run.Â
Naomiâs lips brush against his before giving him another teasing kiss before pulling away. âPlease,â she whines. âI want you, Ethan.â Ethan has always considered himself to be a staunch man who isnât easily swayed. Until he met Naomi. How can he be when sheâs looking at him with those big doe eyes of hers, weakening his otherwise tough resolve? It may not help her tomorrow, but who is he to deny her reprieve at least right now? Saying no to her has never been a strength Ethan claimed to possess.
Not giving any sort of warning, Ethan grips the oversized shirt sheâs wearing and forcefully pulls it up, barely giving her enough time to lift her arms and help with the process. Once the piece of clothing is discarded somewhere on his bedroom floor, Ethan flips their positions, Naomiâs back landing on his mattress with a soft thud.
He sucks in a sharp breath. Ethan considers himself to be a well traveled, well cultured man. Heâs seen the Eiffel Tower multiple times, visited the Christ the Redeemer statue in Rio de Janeiro, driven a Ferrari through the streets of Rome, drank wine while overlooking a Napa vineyard, and more. But none of those even comes close to the sight of Naomi naked in his bed, writhing on top of his sheets, her curly hair splayed out like a crown atop her head. Sheâs absolutely beautiful, and heâs a goner. Heâs always known it, but this moment right here, right now actually seals the deal.
âWhy donât you take a picture?â Naomi asks, jolting Ethan out of his thoughts. He feels her dainty foot running along the soft cotton of his pajama pants before traveling higher, lightly brushing his side.
He catches her foot, his strong hand wrapping around her ankle, and yanks her forward. âI donât need to take a picture because the real thing is just fine.â Maintaining eye contact, Ethan presses a line of kisses from her ankle to the inside of her knee, smirking as he feels the goosebumps pop up along the trail heâs set. âGod, it really doesnât take much to get you going, huh?â
âNot when it involves you, no,â Naomi replies.
Ethan drops her leg unceremoniously. His hands wander until theyâre hooked into the waistband of her lacy underwear, and he pulls them down quickly, deciding not to make a production of it. A hum of approval leaves his throat when he finds her already soaked for him. He runs a finger along her spreading the wetness around before pressing the single digit into her. âI like that answer.â
Her toes curl at the contact and Naomi grips the sheets beneath her. âOh, fuck.â
âChrist, youâre tight.â
âItâs been a while,â Naomi admits, panting heavily. âThe guy I was into ran off to another continent, and put us on ice.â
Ethan can tell by her tone that sheâs merely teasing, but his heart still hammers wildly nonetheless. He wasted so much time, and for what? He slides another finger into her, enjoying the moan she gives him in return. âIt appears I have some atoning to do, hmm?â
Naomi nods. âA lot of atoning.â
âVery well.âÂ
She feels him remove his fingers, and nothing makes her head spin more. Lifting herself up by her elbows, Naomi glares down at Ethan. âWhat are you doing? You canât just stop!â
âRelax.â Ethan forces Naomi back to her originally flat position. âI think you know better than anyone that Iâm going to take good care of you.â She chooses not to respond, because they both know the answer to that is a resounding yes.
He spreads her thighs and Naomi shivers at the gleam in his eyes, positively engraved by the way he looks at her: all lust and hunger. Desperate for Ethan to actually do something, she tilts her hips up, hoping heâll get the hint.
Ethan chuckles and places an open mouthed kiss on the inside of her thigh. She swears she can feel herself buzzing with anticipation, her insides on fire, and all she wants him to do is just touch her.
When he finally does, sheâs shocked she doesnât combust then and there. Her head tips back and a low groan tumbles from her lips, and her thighs clamp shut so tightly around Ethanâs head, sheâd be apologetic if she wasnât so far gone. Ethan doesnât skip a beat though, his fingers digging into her thighs and spreading them apart, and then heâs back to his original mission.
Ethanâs tongue glides through her folds with ease, stroking her up and down a few times before closing his mouth around her clit and sucking hard. Her hips fly off the bed and she grinds into him with a reckless abandon she hasnât felt in a really long time, but Ethan splays a strong hand across her stomach to hold her down, trapping her between him and his bed.
Trying to gain a modicum of power back, Naomi grips a handful of his hair and tugs at it roughly. Itâs an action that makes Ethan growl, his mouth vibrating against her.
Her little moans and cries do nothing to help the raging ego Naomi claims he has, instead they only fuel him further. He ups the ante, his two fingers sliding back into her, curling in a come hither motion and pressing repeatedly against the spot that makes her see stars.
He can tell by the vice grip she has on his fingers and the way sheâs undulating against him that sheâs close. And while heâs content to draw this out for as long as humanly possible, until heâs wrung every little ounce of pleasure from her that he can, Ethan is well aware that the woman occupying his bed doesnât have that type of patience.
Giving her a bit of reprieve, he takes his mouth off of her, only moving it slightly so he can kiss the soft flesh of her inner thigh.
âGod, Ethan.â
âSay my name again, Rookie,â Ethan commands. âI promise Iâll make it worth your while.â
Naomi obeys without as much as a second thought. It doesnât take much to get her to say his name again, the word coming out as a shout in between a broken cry. Ethan smirks, satisfied with his work, and his tongue finds her clit, stroking the tiny bundle a few more times until her orgasm zips through her with the intensity of a lightning strike. Her entire body tenses up as Ethan continues to lap at her, as she rides out the aftershocks.
When sheâs finally in control of her senses again, the first thing Naomi notices is how absolutely wrecked Ethan looks, eyes red and glossy, mouth and beard soaked, and she wants to do nothing more than kiss him. So she does, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him back on top of her. She can taste herself on his mouth and it makes her moan.
Impatient, Naomi reaches between their bodies and tugs at the waistband of his pants. Ethan receives the message loud and clear, and he breaks the kiss to strip as quickly as he can. She watches as Ethan flings his shirt across the room and kicks off his pajama bottoms. He isnât the only one with above average observation skills, and she notices the slight tremble in his hands, the anticipation as intense for him as it is for her. Sheâd be lying if she said reducing this great and powerful man to nothing more than a shaky mess isnât a turn on. Once his boxers are gone, Naomi looks him up and down, every part of him still as she remembered.
Her eyes zero in on his erection, painfully hard. She wraps her hand around him, stroking firmly. âMy my, doctor, if I didnât know any better, Iâd say you like me.â
The other four letter L-word rattles around in his brain, begging to be set free, and with more strength than he thought he had, Ethan manages to keep quiet. Heâd never forgive himself for such selfishness if he blurted out he loves her in the middle of sex. Naomi has enough to deal with already without that added layer of complexity.
Ethanâs thoughts are interrupted, a sharp hiss passing through his teeth as he feels her tongue languidly glide across the swollen head of his erection before taking him fully in her mouth.
He doesnât know what will kill him first: how good it feels, or the fact that sheâs staring up at him with those fucking Disney princess eyes again, feigning innocence like sheâs unaware of exactly what she does to him.
He allows her to get in one more stroke of her tongue before he grabs a fistful of her hair and pulls her away. One of her eyebrows raises in question. âWhatâs wrong? I was just getting started.â
He drags them back into bed before answering, âI need to be inside you. You can do whatever you want to me afterwards.â
She grins at the promise of a next time. Whatever she wants? âDonât threaten me with a good time, Ramsey.â
âItâs not a threat, itâs a promise,â Ethan assures her.Â
Naomi feels him, poised at her entrance and she arches backwards, too overly sensitive. Ethanâs hands are back on her hips, holding her in place, and inch by inch, he fills her. They both groan at the sensation, familiar territory but something new entirely. Her hands fly to his back, nails digging into the skin as sheâs stretched to maximum capacity, uncaring if she leaves marks.
Ethan is unsure of how long theyâve been like this, but heâs nearly shaking with the restraint itâs taking him to not thrust into her. He drops his head, kissing a line across her collarbone. âFuck, baby, I need you to let me know when I can move.â
The pet name wasnât intentional, spilling from Ethanâs lips before he could stop it, but Naomi whimpers regardless. She hooks her legs behind his back, keeping him just as trapped as she is. âPlease.â
He moves slowly, partially to give her a chance to adjust to his size, the other reason because he doesnât want it to be over as quickly as it started. This, being inside of her again, is overwhelming and Ethan canât believe there was ever a time he thought he could go without.
âYouâre incredible,â Ethan compliments.
âOkay, say it again when Iâm not in your bed. Like during a team meeting where youâre shooting down my ideas.â
âYou are,â Ethan insists.
He thrusts into her again, and Naomi cries out, nails raking at his back. Surely sheâs broken skin at this point, but Ethan doesnât care. Heâs never been one for pain in bed, but with Naomi, heâs willing to make an allowance, especially since it leaves way for pleasure. They move in tandem, hips moving against each other, both trying to coax out the release thatâs been building. Unable to do much of anything else, Ethan leans forward, kissing Naomi again. She meets him halfway, just as eager as he is.
Eventually she has to break the kiss, and she gasps in a large breath of air, her lungs constricting tightly in her rib cage. In her distracted moment, Ethan manages to free himself of her hands marking him relentlessly, and he captures both of her wrists in one fell swoop. He holds them above her head in one hand, pressing her as deep into the mattress as possible. The new angle catches her by surprise and she canât do anything but gasp into the air above her.
âPlease.â She doesnât even know what sheâs pleading for at this point, but itâs the only word her brain can comprehend so she chants it repeatedly like a prayer until sheâs shattering around him, mouth open, head tipped back, skin flush and warm. Sheâs perfect like this, Ethan surmises.Â
It doesnât take him more than a few more thrusts before Ethanâs own release takes control and he falls forward, leaning some of his weight onto Naomi. He doesnât trust himself to not say or do something completely stupid, so he buries his face in the crook of her neck, biting down on the sensitive flesh.
It couldâve been mere minutes that they spent in that position, or it couldâve been hours for all Naomi knows, but when Ethan finally pulls out, heâs kissing her all over: her cheeks, her nose, her forehead.
He wraps her in a solid embrace, arms circling around her and holding her close, their erratic heart rates trying to slow down. Ethan feels at peace doing just this, holding her close to him, feeling the rise and fall of her chest.
Do you feel any better?â
That isnât a question Naomi expects to hear right after sex, and it causes her to pause. After a few more moments of silence, she answers, âI mean, the endorphin release was great if thatâs what youâre asking.â
âItâs not what Iâm asking, and you know it.â
Naomi knew going into it that the sex wasnât going to soothe all of her hurts and be the magical solution to her problems, so she doesnât need some major âI-told-you-soâ moment from him. But for the first time in almost a week, she feels like herself again. Within the confines of these four walls, Ethan didnât treat her like some fragile little doll, and her mind was able to take a break from overthinking.
âIt was nice to turn my brain off, if only for a short time,â Naomi replies. âIt was nice to not be a captive to my trauma.â
Ethanâs fingers gently graze her scalp, massaging. âDo you think youâre ready to talk to me now?â
âNo.â
Sheâs as stubborn as ever. âFair enough. But if we were to talk about it, I would say that you went through something horrible and traumatic, and you have to allow yourself to actually feel and process whatever emotions you have. Iâd also say that you are incredibly strong, but your strength doesnât mean that you have to bottle everything inside in order to make everyone around you feel better, especially when youâre with me. Strong people have the right to be vulnerable too.â Ethan sighs. âBut since we arenât talking about it, Iâm not going to say any of those things.â
Naomi curls in closer to Ethan, comforted by his body warmth. âI think I would really enjoy hearing those things if this was a conversation we were having.â
âGood. Now whenever youâre ready to talk, Iâll be prepared.â
âThank you.â
âI think itâs what good boyfriends do. Or whatever the hell I am to you. Thatâs what you said, right?â
âOkay, I have an explanation for getting agitated about the technical definition of our relationship.â
âOh yeah? Iâd love to hear it.â
âI was impatient and horny.â
Ethan laughs, the warm and rich sound curling around her insides. It does more to help than sheâll ever be able to convey to him. âYouâre also very honest.â
âTo a fault at times, yes.â
A silence settled between them again, and Naomi feels her eyelids getting heavier. Maybe sheâll be able to finally get some real sleep, not the fitful unconsciousness sheâs been subjected to for the past few days.
âThank you for indulging me tonight,â Naomi says.Â
Heâs going to suggest she talk to a therapist. Heâs going to say it multiple times, until heâs blue in the face and sheâs tired of listening. But he'll leave her alone for tonight.
âYouâre welcome. Now, get some sleep. The sooner you get to bed, the sooner we wake up, and I can cook breakfast for you.â
âMhmm, sounds like a plan, Ramsey.â
Ethan can feel her falling asleep on him. He presses a kiss into her forehead. âNaomi?â
âHmm?â
âFor the record, I am definitely your boyfriend.â
~v~
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Book 2 Post Credits Scene: A New Year
I took a glance at the beautiful Japanese girl sleeping by my side. I smiled and combed her hair gently. She looked so elegant, even when sleeping. She looked at peace, and looking at her state now, nobody would've guessed how rough we pleasured each other last night.
I gently covered Mina's naked body with the blanket, then I stood up slowly, not wanting to wake her up. I wore my boxer and shirt, before moving swiftly to the showers. I cleaned myself up and got dressed. As I wore my jacket, Mina turned slowly, groaning.
"AâAnsel... You're... Leaving already?" she mumbled.
I chuckled and climbed the bed softly, kissing her lips. With her eyes still closed, Mina smiled and kissed back.
"Happy New Year, Sweetheart," I whispered. "Happy New Year, Love... You're going?" she asked me again. "Yeah. Gotta take care of some paperworks at my new office," I said. "Oh... Alright..." she mumbled again, sounding disappointed. I chuckled. "Don't worry. I'll be back in no time," I said.
She nodded and rested her head on the pillow again, going straight back to sleep. I chuckled and softly kissed her forehead. She must be so tired. Understandable, really. I did fuck her like crazy last night. A pity that she still couldn't take it from behind.
I went out of the bedroom and closed the door softly. I walked to the kitchen, brewed myself a cup of coffee, picked a sandwich from the fridge, wore my coat, and went outside. As soon as I stepped out of Mina's apartment, I took a deep breath.
"Ah... A new year," I uttered.
It was the first day of the new year, and honestly, I was excited. I knew I had to resign from SM Entertainment because Momo and Mina didn't sign the contract, but I also knew that without the confines of the company, I could work more freely. Much more freely.
I walked one block away from Mina's apartment to my car. Shit. I had to do something about those bullet holes and knife scratches, or else Mina would notice it inevitably. Should I just change cars altogether instead? But I loved this car! This black Acura sedan was so slick, not to mention how powerful and agile it was, being able to maneuver the tight angles of the parking lot so swiftly like that.
I entered the car and cursed again as I saw the backseat. Shit. I really should just change my car, shouldn't I? Those blood stains he left on the seats won't just disappear. How did he survive being shot at from close range like that? And those knives IU and Jennie threw at him, surely it did some damage to his body, right? Ah well... I was going to find out soon enough anyway.
I decided to just shrug this off and started driving. I could always ask him for a new car anyway. The drive to Incheon wasn't exactly long, and the roads were empty in this early new year's morning. In less than 30 minutes, I already parked my car in an old office building near the airport, where our hideout was located. A bodyguard approached my car curiously, but as soon as I opened the door, he stepped back and bowed respectfully.
"Ansel-san. Park-ssi is waiting for you in his office," he said.
I nodded and flung my eyes around the parking lot. A few other cars were present, so some of the others must be here. I noticed a dark silver Mercedes AMG coupe and I grinned. The owner of that car was someone I looked forward to meeting today.
I followed the bodyguard to the second floor, and a couple of other bodyguards opened the wooden doors into Manse's quarter for me. Sure, the building was old, but this particular room was large, decorated nicely and luxuriously. He had lived here for 1,5 years anyway, so I guessed he would want a nice looking place for him.
"Ansel-san! Happy New Year!"
Park Manse was sitting topless on his bed, a king sized bed with dark brown leather linens. I noticed that his tattooed torso was still bandaged heavily, as well as his right hand and his legs, but he was looking as strong as ever, like a wounded lion.
Beside his bed, stood three older gentlemen. I chuckled as I noticed that they stood side by side in order of age. Nearest to me was the youngest among them: The thin Naver director Lee Chung Hee. Beside him, the Samsung executive Kim Tae Woo stood, looking silly with his bandaged nose. Closest to Manse was the eldest among them: The LG director Kang Sung Ho.
"Happy New Year, Hyungnim!" I bowed respectfully, before asking his condition. "How are you doing? Your... Wounds, I mean..." "Ah... This is nothing. The bullets went right through me, and the knives... Flesh wounds," he said confidently.
Manse chuckled as he stood up, immediately filling the room with his presence. The three directors shrunk in fear as Manse walked slowly towards me. He smiled wide, staring straight at me, not paying attention to the three old men.
"How's my favourite SM Head of International Legal Division doing?" he growled. I noticed Chunghee giving me the side eye. "Former Head, Hyungnim," he corrected him. "He failed," hissed Sungho. "Momo and Mina..." started Taewoo.
Manse turned, silencing them with his looks. The three trembled in fear, looking straight down at the wooden floor. I straightened myself and smiled at the old men.
"Might I remind you all that it wasn't my mistake that the two girls didn't sign with SM? I was waiting nicely inside the office, ready with the contracts, when suddenly one of the bodyguards called me and asked me to get Hyungnim out of danger," I said calmly.
Manse turned his attention to me and smiled slightly. He walked closer to me. I was slightly taller than him, but he was almost two times as muscular. He stared straight into my eyes, and honestly I started feeling my knees shaking a little. I took a deep breath to calm myself. Manse chuckled.
"He's right. I should thank him for saving my life. By the way, how's your car doing?" he asked me. I smirked. "Badly, Hyungnim," I said truthfully. He laughed and pointed at me. "See? This is what I like about this guy! Straightforward, no sugar coating," he said gleefully, then he roared at the three. "Unlike YOU THREE!"
The three men trembled, eyes locked to the wooden floor. I smirked, finding it satisfactory to see these three old farts getting reprimanded like that. I had no doubt that they were just talking about me when I entered, blaming their failure on me.
Manse turned to me and grinned. He slapped my chest with his left hand.
"Pick any car from the garage. I'll have your bloodied car destroyed today. No evidence," he said. I bowed down. "Kamsahamnida, Hyungnim," I said gratefully.
He chuckled and walked to his desk, a large, magnificent wooden desk near the windows. He took a cigar from a box, clipped it, lit it, and started smoking. We spent the next few seconds in silence, before Manse finally spoke.
"That whore Bae Suzy and her IPG bitches... Now Kim Yeoni is joining forces with them," he mused. "If anyone's to blame, it's them."
I stole a glance at the other three. They were exchanging glances at each other, not knowing how to respond, but I knew Manse wasn't waiting for them. He puffed a cloud of smoke and turned to look at me.
"You did well, Ansel. You did what you had to do with the J-Line. Momo's a slut to begin with, but you did well in securing Mina's trust. As for Sana... Well... It's not your fault the girl's a dyke," he said.
I nodded. Manse stared at me a few more seconds before turning to the directors.
"Although I must say... What a waste. She does give one hell of a blowjob. Right, boys?" he said to the directors, before roaring in laughter.
The three old men laughed nervously with him. So Sana had blown all of them at one point? This must have happened before she joined the IPG. To be completely honest, I felt my stomach turning hearing them laugh about my friend like that. But I kept my cool.
Manse took a long drag off his cigar, before staring outside the window.
"You shouldn't worry. We've made our next move anyway. Let's just hope Chunghee-ssi doesn't screw up this time," he uttered menacingly, almost to himself, but I could feel the fear in Chunghee's eyes.
Suddenly, the door opened, and a woman in a red leather coat walked in, stomping the floor with her stiletto boots. This was the owner of that Mercedes AMG Coupe I wanted to meet. She took off her sunglasses, and when I saw her eyes, I immediately knew that Chunghee did screw up. Manse smiled wide when he saw her.
"My pretty Chaerin! Good news from Dispatch, I hope?" Manse asked expectantly.
CL scowled at Chunghee, waving her phone in the air.
"What the fuck, Chunghee-ssi? This is not the news we asked them to publish!" she complained. Chunghee's eyes widened in horror. "WâWhat? BâBut I specifically asked them to..." he stuttered, walking towards her.
CL tsked, pressed a few buttons on her phone, and the screen that was on the wall lit up, showing Dispatch's website landing page. On it, a picture of Kim Yeoni walking hand in hand with Red Velvet's Irene, under the big letters of the New Year's headline:
'Breaking News: Blackpink Boyfriend Caught Cheating with Red Velvet's Leader'
"Are they fucking stupid or what? Can't they differentiate between Kim Jisoo and Irene? Who gives a fuck about him cheating with Irene? Of course he'd fuck his girlfriend's best friend!" complained CL exasperatedly.
Chunghee was shaking in fear. His eyes darted panickedly between the screen and Manse, who stood silently, staring at the screen. I looked at the screen. What was the news supposed to be anyway? Manse turned and looked straight at Chunghee. Chunghee fell to his knees.
"Hyungnim! IâI ... I'll go to Dispatch now! IâI... ThâThey made a mistake... I... I'll..." "SHUT UP!" roared Manse.
Chunghee immediately shut his mouth. His body shook tremulously as he looked down to the floor next to me. Manse walked slowly towards him, and with one simple move of his hand, he lifted the guy up from the floor by the neck. Chunghee's face was as pale as the wall as he chocked, gargled, and struggled to breathe.
"Imbecile," Manse growled. "Useless."
Manse yanked Chunghee's right arm powerfully, dislocating his shoulder from the socket with a loud pop. Chunghee screamed in agony, and Manse tossed the poor Naver executive to the side like a ragdoll. Taewoo and Sungho rushed to Chunghee's side, helping him.
"Get out of my sight, you three useless... Things," Manse said calmly.
Chunghee was still screaming, holding his dislocated shoulder as the other two pulled him outside, shivering in fear. Manse snapped his fingers and the few bodyguards who were inside quickly left the room, closing the door behind them. With only the three of us left inside, Manse stared at me.
"Go to Dispatch now. 'Speak' to the Editor in Chief. I paid for the New Year's headline to be about Yeoni and Jisoo's incestuous relationship, so tell him that I dislike this... Creative freedom he took, publishing a different story instead," he said, before taking a drag out of his cigar again.
I stared at him silently for a moment. His violence towards Chunghee didn't surprise me, for I knew full well what he was capable of doing since the moment I decided to join his cause, but honestly, I thought I had a better idea. But was this the time to express my idea to him?
"Hyungnim," I decided to call him. Manse stopped in his tracks and turned to look at me.
CL glared at me, as if telling me not to do it, but I thought I had a shot at this.
"What is it, Ansel-san?" he growled. "Why not we... Wait... For another day? See how this story goes. Kim Yeoni is very famous as the Blackpink Boyfriend and just how close he is with the Blackpink girls. The news about his affair with Ireneâanother IPG memberâmight actually be good enough to tarnish their reputations," I offered my opinion.
Manse stared at me for a moment, considering my words. He turned to look at CL.
"What do you think, Chaerin?" he asked her.
CL considered this for a second, before nodding.
"Ansel-san is right. Let's wait for a day," she said. Manse smiled and nodded. "Very well. One day it is. But I still want you to go to Dispatch tomorrow, Ansel-san. Tell him we don't tolerate this kind of behaviour from our people," Manse ordered. "Yes, Hyungnim. I will go to Dispatch tomorrow," I said, nodding my head.
Manse chuckled and rubbed his hand. His eyes now eyed CL lustfully. CL understood this and bit her lips naughtily. Manse walked back to his bed, sitting on it, before opening his muscular arms wide.
"Come on. We should celebrate the New Year! Chaerin! Come join me!" he said gleefully. "Ansel-san! Would you be so kind as to lock the doors?"
I nodded and walked to the doors to lock it from inside. When I turned, CL had stripped off her coat, revealing a sexy, black fishnet one piece lingerie. She was almost 40 years old now, but her body was still stacked, tight, and voluptuous, her tits big and juicy, her ass big, plump, round. I felt my boner starting to develop. I figured I didn't mind fucking a hot cougar every once in a while.
CL joined Manse on his bed and immediately pulled down his pants, revealing his giant penis. Manse's dick was at least 2 inches longer than mine, and it was definitely way thicker. Manse closed his eyes in pleasure as CL started slobbering his dick with her tongue. I stood there watching, unsure of what to do, until Manse opened his eyes and stared right at me.
"What the fuck are you doing there, Ansel-san? Take off that nice suit that you have, come here and enjoy Chaerin! You don't get to fuck idols every day, you know!" he said.
I chuckled, and a little embarrassedly, I started undressing. My dick was fully rock hard when I stepped up to the bed, positioning myself behind CL. Manse chuckled.
"You and your big black cock," he said, then he grabbed CL's chin gently. "You can take two big cocks, can't you?"
CL giggled.
"I've taken more than two," she said seductively. Manse chuckled. "Naughty girl," he growled, then he looked at me. "Come on! Don't be shy! You've fucked idols before, haven't you? If I remembered correctly you had just fucked Momo and Mina when I called you back then in Singapore, right?"
I nodded and smiled.
"YâYes, Hyungnim," suddenly feeling nervous at the mention of my girlfriend's name. CL caught this. "Oh, his conscience might be stopping him from joining us, Oppa," she said condescendingly. "He's in a relationship with Myoui Mina, you know."
Somehow, her mocking tone aroused me. I chuckled and slapped her big butt loudly, making her squeal.
"Don't worry, Chaerin-ssi. I fucked Kim Dahyun in Singapore two days after I got Mina as my girlfriend," I said boastfully.
CL let out a surprised gasp, while Manse laughed out loud.
"That's my boy!" he said proudly.
He pulled CL to a cowgirl position, and he lowered herself into him, impaling her pussy with his giant dick. CL wailed loudly as Manse went balls deep inside her, and then she perked her big butt up, inviting me to enter her from behind. I couldn't resist. I grabbed her thick butt cheeks with my hands, and with one swift thrust, I entered her asshole.
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Random facts about my fics
... that interest absolutely nobody beside myself but Iâll tell them anyway.
-> Mikaela from âRide into Obsessionâ is named after this woman:
Thatâs Dr. Michaela Quinn from  the tv show âDr Quinn Medicine Womanâ.
-> Adan (first appearance in âCurse my Nameâ) is basically named after the first word I liked in the elder speech wiki. His name means âdancerâ.
-> The little fact about Geraltâs broken ring in âTheatre of Painâ is something that kind of happened to me, just not that severe. I had an inflammation on my ring finger when my daughter was about 9 months old, and my fingers were still bigger than before due to the weight gain. I had to have a small surgical intervention on that finger, and they couldnât get my wedding ring off. They tried with soap then ;) The ring was not destroyed like in Geraltâs case, but I could never wear it again. It just doesnât fit anymore. My shoe size went up 1 number, but even if my fingers were ânormalâ again at some point, they were never again that small. I donât wear my wedding ring since 14 years now, thanks, daughter. :)
-> The idea for the explosion in âTheatre of Painâ occurred to me after I saw a Tumblr post about a Mandalorian episode with an explosion. I remembered how much I like that trope in whump (VERY MUCH).
-> Most of the ideas I have happen in my bathtub or in my bed, including the fact that in âRide into Obsessionâ Yennefer was at some point replaced with Emhyr - what was the starting point to try to write it down.
-> The fact that my very first smut story, âTurn the Pageâ, is set directly after âCurse my nameâ is due to my insecurity to write it at all. Geralt was still injured at that point, so I could avoid intercourse for the time being. Didnât last long, I eventually wrote the first ârealâ smut scene in âNothing else mattersâ.
-> âTheatre of Painâ is the first story (ever) in which I tried to incorporate different POVs (and I think itâs very good). We have the usual omniscient narrator but also Geraltâs, Emhyrâs, Adanâs POV and also short insights into Triss and the commander.
-> I find Eskel the hardest to write, which is why he is simply dead in âAll the Kingâs horsesâ.
-> The implied nightmares in âTheatre of painâ are taken from an unfinished fic, where I have a scene with Geralt awakening from one of those nightmares. I knew I would never finish that, but I wanted to use that part somehow.
-> Most of the stuff I write is made up while writing, which is why Geralt dies in âRide into Obsessionâ - it was a brilliant way to solve the curse, but it only occurred to me during the writing of that chapter.
-> I quote several songs in my fics besides the chapter titles. For example, I quoted a line from the Buffy the Vampire slayer musical episode in âCurse my nameâ, and I quote (âYes, Cosette, forbid me now to dieâ) from the following song in âCome be our beacon shining brightâ:Â
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-> Once I realized I could basically make up random names from German words and nobody would notice, I invented Johan Nisbeer for âIâll never wear your broken crownâ. His name literally means currant (in German: Johannisbeere).Â
-> The dumb workers in âCome be our beacon shining brightâ: Yes, that actually happened in my hometown. During the repair of a historic building, a load-bearing wall was torn down, creating a hole in the exterior wall. It was said that there were no plans of the building part - which is really strange, because this building is really historically significant in our city, it is the main station building. Â
-> My daughter and I developed the plot for âLightning strikes twiceâ while we were outside playing badminton.Â
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A Moment Apart Part 2 | Caspian x Reader
Warnings: None
Time/Era: After Voyage of the Dawn TreaderÂ
Word Count: 1.3k
Summary: Caspian appears in Y/Nâs world in hopes of finding his long lost lover.Â
Request: Would you ~possibly~ be able to do a part two to the caspian fic where he shows up in the readerâs world??
A/N: Thanks for the request :) Let me know what you think. I hope everyone enjoys! Please keep sending requests :)
Part 1 | masterlist  | read on ao3
âYour world is quite...loud,â Caspian states, looking around the room. He was sat on Y/Nâs bed, his hand in hers, looking rather confused.Â
âThereâs a lot more people and buildings,â Edmund responds. He was leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed. âNot to mention, horses arenât exactly used as modes of transportation here.â Caspian stuck out like a sore thumb within the group; he adorned his sword like normal and was dressed in his long, leather coat and mid-calf boots. Whereas the rest of the room was wearing sweater vests, clean pants, and knee-length skirts. Caspianâs finger traced the plaid pattern on the Y/Nâs skirt.Â
âHow did you get here?â Lucy asks, addressing the elephant in the room. Caspian sighs, looking a bit solemn.Â
âWell, itâs a bit of a long story,â He glances at the painting on Y/Nâs wall. âIs that the Dawn Treader?â
âYes, thatâs how we got to Narnia last time. It started spouting water and flooded this room,â Y/N pointed towards her desk, which was mostly filled with Lucyâs stationary supplies. âThatâs the chair that hit me.â
âIt flooded the room?â
âYes, it was quite scary.â Eustace enters the room, holding a book about the invention of flashlights. âHow are you here? Are we going back to Narnia?â
âHello, Eustace. And Iâm not sure. Aslan sent me here in search of you,â He looked over at Y/N and gave her hand a squeeze.Â
âMe? Why would Aslan need you to look for me?â Y/N got her first good look at his eyes for quite some time. They were a deep brown and had a kind sparkle in them; they made Y/Nâs knees turn weak.Â
âWell, Iâm set to be married in the next fortnight.â Y/N instantly let go of his hand and stood, walking away from him. Her face showed nothing but sadness and betrayal.Â
âWhat? How could you?â Y/Nâs voice trembled as she spoke, no matter how hard she tried. She could feel the tears well in her eyes before threatening to cascade down her cheeks. Caspian stood right after her and reached his hands in her direction.Â
âYou didnât let me finish! Since I am the only ruler of Narnia since the Kings and Queens of Old left,â He gestured towards Edmund and Lucy with one of his outstretched hands. âMy advisors decided it was in my best interest to find a queen to help me rule. Weâve been trying to become allies with a neighboring kingdom for much time now and they believe it will make the deal go by smoother,â Caspian takes a deep breath.Â
âWell, that makes some sense, I guess. I see where theyâre coming fromâŚâ Edmund comments, earning a death glare from his cousin. Caspian sends him a look before continuing.Â
âAnyway, they set up the wedding without my consent. In return, I talked to Aslan. He said that he knows there is a certain girl who I would be much happier ruling with and that I need to find her again.â
Y/N turned around and looked at Caspian. He was much taller than her, so his head was tilted slightly down to look into her eyes.Â
âSo, you found a way to come here.â
âWell, no, not exactly. Aslan provided that. He dropped me into a stone courtyard that was occupied by a ton of people. There were a ton of goods and food, and the people there were buying everything by the basket full! I didnât know food was so valuable in this world. I wasnât very interested in the courtyard so, I started walking in an attempt to find one of you,âÂ
âThe farmerâs market! I was about to go there!â Lucy exclaimed.Â
âFarmerâs market?â
âLocal farmers and vendors come to sell their goods. Itâs been a bit sparse due to the war, but itâs the cheapest way to shop for food.â Lucy forgot how much different Narnia was from her world. All of the Pevensies and the two Scrubbs had to remind themselves that Narnia natives didnât have the same normalizes as they did growing up.Â
âI see. Y/N told me much about the battle happening in this world during the long days on the sea. The people at this, so-called, farmerâs market didnât like my sword very much, which is odd. I thought they would feel safer.â Caspianâs hand fell to the hilt of his sword unconsciously.Â
âYeah, people here get a bit nervous around weapons, especially right now. Here, the weapons donât really mean safety. People think youâre going to attack them, rather than protect them.â Edmund pushed off the door and walked towards the newcomer. âIf youâre going to stay here, you need to get out of those clothes so you blend in a bit better.âÂ
âWhat? No!âÂ
âYes! You wonât be able to fit into mine, but maybe our uncles.â Edmund left and came back with a neatly stacked pile of old-man looking clothing. âI know itâs not great, but itâs better than what youâre wearing.â
âLove, the washroom in the second door to the right. Go change.â Y/N gently pushed the King towards the door. Once he was gone, Lucy turned towards Y/N.Â
âI think he wants you to go back to Narnia with him, Y/N!â
âWhat? No, he doesnât, Lu. This is just a weird set of circumstances.âÂ
âThink about it, there is a certain girl who I would be much happier ruling with. Y/N, thatâs you!âÂ
âWell, are you going to go?â Edmund presses, nearly tripping on Eustace, who was sitting on the floor with his book open.Â
âHe hasnât even asked me to go,âÂ
Caspian walked into the room dressed head to toe in an attire meant for someone in their 60âs. He wore a button-up shirt with stripes on it, a vest and red tie, a pair of gray slacks, and pointy dress shoes. The outfit wouldnât be that bad, but each article of clothing was about 2 sizes too big and did no justice for his body.Â
Y/N giggled, âYou look like my dad,â Caspian looked desparately at Edmund.Â
âItâs better than my clothes, they would be 2 sizes too small.â
âYou look great as always, Cas,â Lucy complimented. âSo, what did you mean by another girl to rule with you?âÂ
âI wasnât clear?â Caspian looked at each of their faces. They were staring at him intently, even Eustace tore his eyes from his book. Caspianâs gaze stuck on Y/Nâs, a small smile growing on his lips. âY/N, I wouldnât want anyone but you to be my queen.âÂ
Y/Nâs face turned red, all confidence drained from her body and was replaced with shyness. Her? Marry Caspian and become a queen?
âYou want to marry me?âÂ
âWell, of course I want to marry you.â
âWhat about the princess?â
âAslan told me to find you, so I doubt he would be bothered with you coming back.â He smiled a toothy grin, his white teeth almost glowing.Â
âAre you sure?â
âYes, Y/N. Iâm sure. Will you come back to Narnia with me and become my queen?â
Y/N looked at Edmund and Lucy for help, but both just held warm smiles.Â
âAlright, yeah, okay. I can do that.â
Caspian smiled and took his soon-to-be-wife into his arms. âGood, because in Narnia I donât have to wear itchy tweed trousers.âÂ
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CHAPTER 1
It was a normal day of work at the KlausMann Institute for Cristina Yang when she received a video call from her person, Meredith Gray "Hey, hi!" she said as she visualized the blonde's face on the tablet screen âHi! How are things going there? According to my calculations you should have recently arrived at the hospital "" Here everything is fine. In a few hours, I have an operation on a 15-year-old girl with heart failure. For the rest, my day today is very quiet. Did you do something interesting to tell me? " "Full day! Big accident involved a truck and three cars. A lot of blood and operating rooms! One of the victims arrived with a piece of door stuck in the abdomen, and Owen and Teddy had to ... "as soon as Meredith had said that name, the expression on Cristina's face darkened" Cristina ... "screams interrupted the blonde âCome on Shane come and get me! Run faster! " âCareful Ness! Don't run here, you could get hurt! " and immediately afterwards the two were in the office of the Asian "Excuse me doctor Yang, Vanessa today is a real earthquake. I was unable to keep her in the hospital kindergarten "Shane Ross apologized immediately after she broke into her room together with a little girl with unmanageable curly red hair" Are you still trying to send her to daycare? It is not the first time that she runs away and it will certainly not be the last, knowing both her parents and her daughter "Meredith laughed through the screen" Aunt Mer! " in a flash the baby girl was sitting on her mother's lap, smiling âHi Ness! Did you drive poor Shane crazy one more time? " "It's not my fault! I just wanted to do something interesting! â.
Ness talked to her aunt until she decided she wanted to explore every corner of the hospital her mother owns, taking Dr. Ross with her.
âTell me the truth Meredith⌠you didn't just call me to have a chat, did you? Tomorrow is our day, if it were only for this you would have waited another day. What really happens? " the general surgeon gaze became serious "Alex and Jo had a baby and ..." "Karev and Wilson ?! Seriously?! Wow how people change âshe knew she was also referring to herselfâ Yep! Anyway ... unfortunately the baby was born with hypoplastic left ventricular syndrome. Now he is attached to a respirator but if no action is taken in the next few days ... there is the possibility of death "" What exactly are you asking me? To come to Seattle, leave my hospital and treat Karev's son? " âI don't think you have that much choice. Alex doesn't let anyone touch him. He expressly said that no cardiothoracic surgeon will ever touch his son unless her name is Cristina Yang ... please, think about it " the cellular of the blonde started ringing as soon as she finished speaking, announcing an emergency in the ER "I assume I have to say bye. I'll think about it, okay? But I don't promise you anything. "" Okay. Bye Cristina ââ Bye âand the call was interrupted.
"Ready to go home, Nessa?" Cristina turned to her daughter as she arranged some signed documents on her desk "No night shift today mom?" the little girl put the book she was looking at in her backpack and got up from the sofa, taking her mother by the hand and walking out of the building with her "No darling ... I don't think I'll do it for a while - or at least not in my hospital" she thinks. The apartment they lived in was located close enough to her work place so, every morning, mother and daughter walked to go to the hospital. It wasn't very spacious, just the bare essentials like a kitchen and dining room, a bathroom and a bedroom with a king-size bed. It was built to accommodate only one person, maximum one couple, so Vanessa and Cristina shared a bed. Not that it was a problem, they weren't even taking up half of it.
Many things had changed in Cristina Yang's life, however, certainly cooking was not one of them. The best she could do was buy single portions of something to cook in the microwave - she in fact was now taking lasagna out of the oven that they would divide. "Nessa, mom has to tell you something so listen to me ... what would you say if we went to Seattle for a few weeks?" "Shall we go see Aunt Mer and Aunt Lexie?" the little girl's eyes had lit up at the thought and the heart of the cardiothoracic surgeon melted just seeing her âSure! And you will also be able to see where they work, how the hospital is built, but then you will have to stay in daycare without running away, okay? " "But what if I'm bored?" "You will not be bored because there will be many children your age with whom you will be very comfortable" the woman knew that her daughter would not believe it until she experienced it for herself and in fact, the uncertainty was reflected in her blue eyes so the same to those of her father "Owen ..." she whispered to herself, perhaps only realizing in that moment that she would see the love of her life again, that it had moved on and as far as she knew, he now had a good life with the smallest of the Shepherds. âMom?" Vanessa did not understand why her mother had become sad all of a sudden. Wasn't she happy to be able to see Aunt Mer again? Didn't she want to go back to Seattle? Or was there something she didn't know? "Nothing important. Come on, let's go to the room to pack your suitcase, will you? " "Yes!" she luckily was able to distract her right away, she thought as he watched her disappear into her bedroom.
It didn't take long to prepare everything: they took everything they needed for about two months - you never know if there are any complications or anything else - and, after placing the suitcase in a corner, they finally got under the covers.
While Vanessa was already sleeping, excited for the following day, Cristina took a while to fall asleep. She had already broke the news in the hospital before she left and Shane would take care of it for the entire time of her absence. She knew that this boy was capable of it.
Her last thought before sinking into the world of dreams was how she would hide the truth about her daughter.
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The Bitch With Daggers
TITLE: The Bitch of Daggers CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Three AUTHOR: i-would-kneel-for-loki ORIGINAL IMAGINE:  Imagine there being someone else like Loki in the Avengers and them meeting, that could never go wrong, could it? RATING: NOTES/WARNINGS: noneÂ
âI think you should go for it.â Oliver stated. I had just got back to them and informed them about Furyâs offer. âI mean, yeah weâd stop fighting together, but you have a chance to do something greater. Go for it.â
âI have to agree with him on this.â Origen said. Laying on the couch staring at the ceiling, I just sighed, confused as to what I should do. I know theyâre only being supportive, but still wasnât 100% sure about it. âWeâll always have your back. If you go in then decide you want out, weâre here, forever.â He walked over and sat down on the chair facing me. âYouâve already given so much awayâ, his tone turned soft, âdo something that benefits you.â
âBut what we do benefits me!â I argued. âThe fact that we kill those who are a threat to fragile and vulnerable people benefits me.â
âIt pleases you.â Oliver corrected with a look. He came, sat by my feet and looked down at his hands in his lap, then looked up at me. âMaybe itâs time one of us does good with the lawâs protection. You know? The kind of good that would be recognised and acknowledged.â
They had a point. For almost three years, weâve been eliminating monsters who feed on peopleâs weaknesses and fears. Weâve done it behind the governmentâs back, we had to fake our deaths in order to never be suspected and captured. Had many close calls, some failed missions, lots of blood on our hands. This group, this team, my family, was all I had for three years, and I wasnât sure if I was ready to let go of what kept me sane.
The sun began rising, pink etched into the sky with splatters of purple, the need to decide was overwhelming. So with a glass of whiskey in hand and a phone in another, I rang Fury, âYouâll be pleased to know that Iâm accepting the offer. But keep in mind that Iâm doing this for Flora.â
âIt doesnât matter to me why as long as youâre in.â He stated. âBe at the compound in an hour, see you then.â With that, he hung up. The guys were still asleep and I didnât have the heart to wake them up and tell them that Iâve agreed, so I grabbed my packed bags and wrote them a note before leaving.
The ride was short, but emotionally difficult. Upon my arrival I was questioned, until Nick came and approved my entrance. Whilst walking along the corridor, he began, âThe team is waiting to meet you. Though I have to be honest, theyâre not exactly⌠ecstatic to meet you.â
âWouldnât blame themâ, I sighed, âDid you tell about any of my past works?â I smirked, fully aware that he hasnât.
âYou know me, Iâd rather leave that honour to you.â He laughed. âOh andâ, he stopped and turned to me, âYouâre gonna need a superhero name.â
âA what now?â I laughed. âCome on youâve gotta be kidding me. Really?â I said in disbelief, âA superhero name?â
He resumed his walk with a laugh, me hot on his tail, âWell everyone on the team has one, so you gotta choose.â
âGod thatâs fucking dumb.â I muttered under my breath and shook my head. We took a right and into view came a room with glass doors, inside it were the avengers, sitting around a table. Well, most of them were sitting around the table.
Fury opened the door for me then got in, closing it behind him. âAvengers,â he began loudly, âThis is OcĂŠane, the new recruit.â
Everyone turned to me with blank stares, I just smiled. Then one of them came over and put his hand out, âNice to meet you kid, nameâs Clint Barton, or Hawkeye.â I shook his hand with a smile of my own. The room held all the avengers â Tony, Steve, Bucky, Sam, Natasha, Clint, Bruce, Thor, Scott, Wanda, Vision, Rhodey and Peter Parker.
âNice to meet you Clint, heard youâre the best archer there is out there.â He inclined his head to the side with a laugh.
âWell I wouldnât say so. Director told us you have some experience in that arena.â
âWell���, I began with a laugh, âNothing compared to your skills Iâm sure.â Everyone came forward and introduced themselves, not that I didnât already know who they were. The last one was a new face; someone I didnât recognise although seeming familiar. âAnd which hero are you?â I directed my words to him. His eyes green eyes were a stark contrast to his pale skin and black hair. I had seen him before but couldnât place a name on him.
âWell I am no hero to begin with.â He said with a smirk and a glint of mischief in his eyes, âI am simply here as an act of redemption for my past faults.â
âAct of redemptionâŚ?â I trailed off, brows furrowed and concentrating on who this might be, when it clicked. âAh, you must be Loki, the God of mischief and lies.â
âSo youâve heard of me.â He was grinning like a Cheshire cat.
âYes, I have,â I chuckled, âWell I must say it is lovely to meet you.â
âLikewise, lady OcĂŠane.â He flashed a dazzling smile and walked over to where he previously stood.
âHow old are you kid?â Tony began the interrogation.
âIâm twenty-three.â
âDo you have any siblings?â Steve carried on with the questioning.
âA sister.â I answered curtly. âSheâs five.â
âSo how long you been on the loose?â Rhodey asked, making me chuckle.
âAbout three years now, I had to run ever since SHIELD decided to intrude.â I said with a small smile. âYou know that they took my sister from me when my parents passed away and they knew of my powers, right?â
âOh.â Rhodey trailed off quietly, âNoâ, he said looking at Fury along with everyone else, âNo we didnât know.â
I turned my face to him, âItâs cool, Iâve grown accustomed to it.â I looked behind him to notice Loki had a hard a face, glaring at the Director. Steve had his arms crossed, also glaring. Tony had a pitiful look on his face, Bruce seemed sad, Thor appeared conflicted, unsure on how to feel. âAnyway thatâs why Iâm here,â I continued in hopes of killing the sudden tension. âFury said if I join, I get to have custody over her again.â
âHowâd your parents pass away?â Wondered Bucky.
âCar accident, a drunk asshole hit âem.â
âAlright,â Fury clapped his hand on my back, âNow that youâre all familiar with each other, Iâm leaving.â Then turned to me and said, âThere are others that arenât here.â
âLike whom?â I frowned.
âThereâs Doctor Strange, but he permanently resides in the New York sanctum and King TâChalla â the Black Panther â stays in Wakanda.â I nodded in understanding, and with that he left.
I turned back to the team, âSo whoâs gonna show me where Iâm staying?â
âI will.â Loki volunteered.
âNo you wonât.â Natasha cut him off while looking at me with an amused smile. He clenched his jaw at that.
âYou can accompany us.â I suggested, making him smirk and nod, following us out. They led me to another part of the building and took me to the 6th floor, we were on the 4th.
âDid the Director say anything about when you would see your sister?â The handsome God asked. His cheek bones could cut diamond in half and I was finding myself getting lost in his enchanting, sparkling eyes.
âNo he hasnât.â
The Russian assassin guided me down a hallway and gestured to a door on the left. âThis is your room.â It was quite a vast room, a queen-sized bed in the middle, a walk-in wardrobe, shelves on the wall for me to stack my books up and a connected bathroom. âYouâre free to decorate it whenever and however you feel like it.â
âAlright then, thank you.â I sent her a smile and she left me and Loki alone. Walked over to the window and looked down at the busy street. The spacious room was empty, it felt lonely. âI hope itâs soon, I long to see her.â I said looking back at him, âIf she remembers me, that is.â I muttered quietly.
âIâm sure she will.â He tried to reassure me. âIf not, you will simply make memories with her, get her used to you.â
âYeah, youâre right.â I said with a half-smile. He smiled back and patted my back, but I leaned into him, hugging him. He seemed shocked however didnât give him enough time to react before pulling back with a small smile.Â
#Loki#God of Mischief#Others#Imagine#Submitted fic#submission#i-would-kneel-for-loki#chapter 3#the bitch of daggers
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