#at one point a woman helped us and hid us in a random hole in the floor filled with pictures of jesus christ

[snail-rea]

I had a dream that was like american arcadia but I was there trying to help mr rtgame daniel flee but we were running around aimlessly just breaking into random houses and he kept staring at me like this

[lovesanmotion]

yandere!ateez 99 & 00 liner reacts: seeing s/o kill for the first time

💌. This is: requested | 98 liner reaction here 

TW: blood and gore 

Yunho: 

The thought originally came when Yunho let you borrow his playstation controller while playing an rpg game. Situated in the living room, he made himself comfortable besides you on the couch and watched how you strategized and kill your enemies through the screen. And then the thought came into him, what if you kill with him? Slowly his mind drifted into the new found thought and kept pondering about it besides you. 

“Are you okay, love? I said I finished the game and look!” You smiled as you pointed at the screen with the words YOU WON. He smiled and placed a kiss on your cheek before turning off the controller and helping you cook dinner. 

When the following week came, Yunho was on his way home from the groceries when someone he knew particularly bumped into him. 

“Watch where you’re going man. Jesus.” He sneered at Yunho before going back to whoever he was talking to on the phone. That particularly person isn’t just a random stranger, it was your ex boyfriend who dumped you for a random girl he met online. Yunho stopped on his tracks, pondering in his thoughts before putting the paper bags inside the car and walking over to some place else. 

“Y/N look what I have for you!” you went over to where you heard Yunho was and it lead you to the living room, in the middle of the room is a man tied onto a chair with a sack covering his head. 

A smile still plastered on his lips as he hands you a metal baseball bat. You blinked twice before taking it in your hands. You were using the same kind of bat while playing Yunho’s game. He was sensing your hesitation before he went behind you and whispered in your ear. 

“This is your ex boyfriend. He bumped into me the other day, wouldn’t it be nice to take your revenge?” And with that, a thousand of horrible memories came flooding into your head. There are good memories with your ex, however, they were overshadowed by the bad ones. Gripping your hold on the base, you swinged the bat and continously swung it over his head. Hearing a few bones cracking and watching as the white sack turn into bright red. You wouldn’t stop not until Yunho wrapped his arms around you from behind and took the bat away from you. 

“That’s enough, darling. You did so well today. Done beautifully.” Sensing his smile, he wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face on the crook of your neck and hearing the thud of the metal bat onto the floor. 

Yeosang: 

“Do you love me, Y/N?” 

His voice ran chills down your spine. In front of you is the love of your life, staring deeply into your eyes while a third party whose hands and ankles are binded, hid behind Yeosang’s back and body on the floor. And this was no ordinary person who’s binded and laying pathetically on Yeosang’s basement. It was your old college dormmate, now all botched up, who tried to take Yeosang from you. 

“If you love me” Yeosang says, taking your hands in his before placing a small pointed metal with a wooden handle into your hands. An ice pick. “you would kill for me.” He ends his sentence before moving away, his eyes never removing from you. Yeosand’s smart and you knew why he chose this weapon. Once stabbed, the victim doesn’t die immediately, rather, the stab wounds would turn into injuries forming blood clots until slowly the victim slips into their death. Making the victim look like they died from blood clotting, internal bleeding or aneurysm. 

You slowly kneeled down besides her head, watching as her eyes gloss with tears. 

“Please Y/N. Were friends” she chokes out before breaking into a sob. You softly cooed at her, brushing a few hairstrands away from her face. 

“This will be quick” raising your right hand and then stabbing the ice pick onto her forehead, burying the metal surface deeply into her skull, twisting the weapon and then swiftly pulling it out of her. 

Yeosang’s giggles broke the silence of the room as he takes the ice pick from your hand, placing it on top of the table before wrapping his arms around you. 

“I knew you love me too, Y/N!” He chirps. Seeing him happy made your feelings swell and warm your insides, you raised your arms and slowly wrapped them around his nape, hugging him back. 

San: 

You and San are not in the best of terms as of the moment. You had raised your voice at him and disobeyed him, causing him to leave the shared home, only to return home with a random girl he picked up from the streets and started to have sex with her in the living room. You took your earphones and mp3 player from your desk, playing a random song just to block the girl’s annoying autotuned moaning from your ears. You couldn’t care less if San was dicking her down, you knew you were bound to die in this place before you could even see San in a different light. 

And everything was going fine until your bedroom swung open and a shirtless San barged into your room, grabbing your forearm and then dragging you into the room next to yours. 

“Let go of me you manwhore!” You tried yanking your arm away from his grip only to fail. You were expecting to see a naked woman on his bed, whoever it turned out to be the opposite. The woman, still fully clothed, has her arms and ankles tied onto the bed posts. You were confused, you looked at San for an answer. 

“Do you think I’m a manwhore when I dedicate my whole life to you?” He says, walking closer to you, eyes staring straight into your dark brown orbs. “Kill her, if you hate her presence bothers you so much.” He says before taking a hold on your shoulders and spinning you around. The woman shook her head, pleading for her life. But all you did is grab onto the pillow and watch her suffocate while struggling. When she was no longer struggling, you immediately let go of the cushions, your back bumping into San’s hard rock chest. 

“That’s my baby.” He whispers softly, hugging you from behind and placing his chin on top of your shoulder. 

Mingi: 

He doesn’t see the point of you still working in your corporate office when all your boss does is humiliate you in front of your co workers. For all he knows, your boss should keep his mouth shut or else he’d kill him. Kill. The word rang into his mind. What if you, the love of his life, kill your boss? It sounded like a good plan. Better even. That night, he stepped out into the night and kidnapped your boss who is easy enough to locate. 

Your self esteem went lower and lower as your boss would continue to humiliate you inside the office. But when you heard that he didn’t come to work today, you were wondering where the devil is he. It wasn’t until you clocked out at 6pm and went straight home. 

“Hi Y/N!” Mingi smiles, waving his hand happily but with your boss all tied up into a chair. Your eyes widened in surprise making you drop your handbag. 

“I can’t let this fat fuck run his mouth and talk shit about my baby. So I did the honors for you.” How could he still smile in a situation like this? He kidnapped your boss and he’s happy about it? 

“And so, to end my baby’s pain, she gets to do this. One time big time only.” He hands you a jagdkommando knife. 

Your breath hitched. “H-how do you have this?” you asked, your voice coming out merely a whisper. Mingi takes a step closer to you, cupping your eyes as he looks into your eyes brimming with tears. “Don’t ask questions like that now, jagi. What matters here is that once we, well you, kill him, all the money he has will be wired into my account and you wouldn’t have to work for that damned office anymore. Don’t you want that?” He leans down and places a kiss on your forehead. 

You turned to face your boss whose wailing around his seat, his pants dampening with his pee. Raising your hand, you brought the knife down on his neck. Hearing that squelching sound before taking the knife out, raising your hand and bringing it to his stomach and pulling it out. Your work clothes stained with his blood, watching your boss bleed out through the large holes you’ve created on his skin with the knife. 

“Don’t hurt yourself now.” He whispers, taking the knife away from your hand. “How was your day today, jagi? Let me run you a hot bath before we have dinner.” He says, taking you upstairs. 

Wooyoung: 

He got a little carried away torturing a guy who confessed to you the other day for liking you. He was having his own little fun by purposefully making him trip on his own feet and stab his legs, dodging him whenever he would lunge at him and then hit his head on the wall. That was what he was doing until you came home. 

“Hear that, idiot? She’s home.” He says, leaving the basement with a mood shift. Happily skipping to the living room to greet you. “Darlinggg~” he flings his arms around you. 

“What’s got you so hyper right now?” You chuckle softly, turning to face him. Instead of replying, he took a hold of your hand and lead you the basement. To your surprise, you see a man whose lying on the floor, pants bloodied and covered in sweat. 

“It’s your turn to get into the fun!” He smiles handing you a russian roulette with only one bullet inside. “I already had my turn with him and I reserved for you the grand finale.” He says, hugging you tightly in his arms. “Think of this as his final dying act. When he dies, the curtains will close and the people will praise you.” He places a big kiss on your cheek. 

You weren’t skilled like Wooyoung, but you hoped that this bullet would go into his head. You took a deep breath and pulled the trigged. And as you wished, the bullet pierced through the skin of his forehead and into his skull. 

Wooyoung clapped and stood up from his seat like a standing ovation. He walks up to you and takes your hand in his. 

“What a natural.” 

Jongho: 

Staring at you is something that Jongho will never get tired of doing. Even when you get embarrassed, Jongho will never keep his eyes off you. If his eyes were his stomach, they would feel so full just by looking at you. Only he can stare at you how he wants to. No one else except him. Not until his next door neighbor accidentally discovered you when you opened the door. 

He was furious at you and at his neighbor and dragged both of you into his basement. Before he left, you pleaded not to let him leave you alone. Seeing the tears in your eyes were his ultimate weakness, he hated the feeling that it was him who made you cry. But you broke a rule, and it is only fitting that you receive a punishment. 

“Wait here” he says, ascending up the stairs and going somewhere. When he came back, he has a 7 needle gauge in his hand. 

“You broke a rule, darling. You shouldn’t have answered the door. If you want me to forgive you, stab his eyes.” He says, your breath hitched. Never once did you imagine yourself killing someone. Let alone be an order from a person. When you sat closer to his neighbor, you quickly pierced the needle into his eye. Letting out a blood curdling scream, your heart raced. Swiftly taking the needle out, the man lets out a cry before screaming again as you did the same into his left eye. 

When he was no longer moving, it was your turn to cry. Tossing the needle away as you brought your knees close to your chest, sobbing. Jongho’s footsteps could be heard behind you, slowly he lifted you up and carried you bridal style. 

“It’s over now, sweetheart. I’m not mad at you anymore.” 

[chibikochannumberone]

The Heroes are here

Yandere Enji Todoroki x [Fem] reader x Yandere Toshinori Yagi

Characters are around 25 years old

Reader’s quirk: can heal up to two people at a time. Mainly minor injuries like cuts and scrapes. She can heal major injuries like broken bones and the such, but it takes a long time.

⚠️TW: Swearing, kidnapping,  blood, mentions of nsfw stuff, there might be more that I missed and I’m sorry if I did ⚠️

--

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You dreamt of becoming a big rescue hero, then living out protecting people. You even went to UA with All Might for christ sakes! You, Toshi, and Enji were the best of friends. You promised to always be friends with each other. 

But then you all graduated, as Enji’s and Toshi’s careers took a boost, yours was starting to take a turn for the worst. No one hired you, always a second too late in anything, and house payments. You were going to ask Enji or Toshi for their help, but they had their own lives and hero things to worry about. 

With seemingly all other options out the window, you went to villains. Yes, villains, not any major ones, just loan sharkers. It was at first a tiny, well maybe big loan that slowly built up over time. You fearfully went to sleep one day and awoke in a strange place. Long story short, you became boss’ bitch. 

It wasn’t all that bad. He fed you and gave you nice clothes, and all you had to do was sit on his lap and look pretty. He never really made you do anything uncomfortable. You didn’t really regret not paying your loans sooner. Currently, you were gazing out the window as he was finishing up some paper work.

“[Y/n], come here,” you look over and the boss, Seji, was patting his lap. You obiently walk over and sat on his lap. You carefully cuddled into his side. His hand started to delicately pet your head.

“[Y/n] tomorrow were going to a villain meeting. I want you to accompany me,” Seji demanded. His breath caressed your neck before he placed open mouthed kisses to your neck.

“Just do the normal routine, stay close to me at all times, do you understand my little pet?” Seji asked and squeezed your sides gently.

“Mmhm,” you hummed and nodded into his shoulder. He patted your butt.

“Okay, now go to sleep. We have a big day.” You got up and pecked him on the cheek.

You wouldn’t lie and say you didn’t enjoy Seji’s presence. How could you not? Everything was handed to you now. No more struggles at all. To be honest, this life started to feel better than becoming a hero.

-

You were dressed in a nice red slit dress. Next to you was Seji wearing a tux. You gripped his arm tightly as other villains drank in your appearance. 

“Hello Seji! So good to see you again! I see you brought your toy with you,” the woman said towards Seji and smiled a wide crazy smile towards you.

“Yes, I felt like she needed a walk,” the two villains made small talk and ignored your presence entirely. You favored staring at the ground than listening to the conversation any further and just stood there stiffly. Your embarrassment came to an end when the meeting was called to start.

Seji gently guided you to the table and sat you down on his lap. He was petting your hair, smoothing you.

“I’m glad you could all make it here. Let’s begin with the main-” the host of the event was cut of as a hole was smashed in the side of the building. 

“I am here!” A loud familiar voice rang through the meeting and the villains all sat there and fearfully stared at the heroes, mainly Endeavor and All Might. Then there was chaos as all the villains started to activate their quirks. Seji immediately stood up and started to drag you towards the back where the car was. Unbeknown to the two of you Endeavor and All Might shared a look and followed the two of you towards the back.

“Seji! You’re going to fast and you’re hurting me!” You yelled towards the man. Tears were flooding your eyes. You couldn’t tell if it’s from the pain he was bringing to your wrist or the fear of seeing probably the disappointment in your two old best friends from UA.

“I’m sorry [Y/n]! But we need to go quickly!” Seji yelled loud enough to hear while looking ahead. You faintly heard him said, “how the hell did the heroes find us? And why the fuck are there the two top heroes?”

The car was in sight, all the two of you had to do was run out of the alleyway and get in the car. But nothing could ever be that easy could it?

Hope flashed into your eyes for escape, but then a loud thud was infront of you and your back was suddenly ten times warmer. You nuzzled more into Seji’s back. You peeked a little from behind Seji’s back. All Might’s eyes widen when he saw you.

“[Y/n]?” He asked shocked. You quickly hid back behind Seji’s back again.

“[Y/n] do you know them?” Seji asked and you nodded.

“Don’t freak out, okay?” Seji said and you gulped.

“I trust you,” you told him and he violently tugged you forward. His arm turned into a blade and he placed it right on your neck. You shook in fear, this is not what you expected from him.

“Take a step closer and I swear I will cut her pretty little throat open,” Seji said in a cold tone and pierced your skin ever so slightly. A little bit of blood fell from your throat. You closed your eyes tight.

“Let her go now,” the commanding, deep voice of Endeavor rang out from behind you. You sunk back into him further.

Please, just let us get into the car, please please, you chanted into your head.

“Tut-tut Endeavor, get a step closer and her throat won't be [s/t], it’ll be a beautiful red,” and he emphasized his point by cutting more into your neck. You took a deep exhale out. You trusted Seji to not actually cut you. Seji pulled you slightly towards the car. Both you backed out towards the car while your old friends watched you get pulled away.

Seji practically threw you into the back and jumped into the driver’s seat and sped away. Once you two were far enough away, you slowly brought your hands alight with [f/c] wisp towards your neck. You slowly healed yourself as you could hear Seji’s ragged breaths.

“[Y/n], are you okay? I’m sorry to have hurt you badly,” Seji said as he finally calmed down.

“I’m alright, I can heal myself.” You gently said as you finished healing yourself. Seji started to laugh as he gripped the steering wheel tighter.

“Shit, that was scary,” he said while chuckling a bit more.

“But we got out, that’s the good part” You said and Seji hummed his agreement. He put the car into park as you guys got close to the base. You both stepped inside and he slowly unzipped your red dress and pulled it slowly off your shoulders. As he slid the garment off he peppered your skin with light kisses.

--

You expected to wake up to Seji’s arm the next day, especially after such a long and heated night with each other. However, you were not in just one pair of arms, but instead two. They were much larger than Seji’s arms too. You slowly open your eyes to be met with a chest. You slowly looked up to see Toshi’s face. You shifted slightly and behind you was Enji’s face. Both men were pushed tightly against you.

You sucked in a breath as you slowly untangled their tight grips from you. You sat up and tipped toed away. But you shivered from the cold air. You noticed that you were still naked.

They must’ve gotten me after we fell asleep, you thought as you pulled on a random shirt from the pile on the ground. Then you grabbed a tan pants from the closest and a black belt. As you were about to walk out you heard the bed creek.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Enji’s voice demanded as your hand was right on the door handle.

“I..Where am I?” You asked, not wanting to meet his eyes. Then you felt two strong arms envelop you.

“You’re in a place where your safe.” Toshi said. You sucked in a breath before asking your next question.

“Where’s Seji?�� You heard Enji start to growl.

“Don’t mention that man ever again,” Enji grunted out. You felt him get closer because it slowly got hotter and hotter.

“He’s in jail,” Toshi answered and you teared up.

“Are you going to send me to jail too?” You tentatively asked. Both men shared a laugh. You shook in the hero’s grasp.

“If we were really going to put you in jail, then you already would’ve been [Y/n],” Enji said.

“Plus, you didn’t do anything wrong. He was just pulling you into the darkness-” Toshi said as he leaned down to place his head on your shoulder.

“but do not fear we’re here” Toshi whispered into your ear.

[igotanna]

Heyy bb!! I hope you're taking care of yourself and aren't too busy🥰 So I thought of this and I wanted to ask if you could this: GOT7 reaction to dating someone who is very polished and polite (elegant even) in public but is very adorable and rambly when they're alone together. Do it only if you're free and willing, no pressure love💜

Ah honey thank you so much for this request! I know it took me looong but I really enjoyed it (also appreciate the open hand date tysm)💚💚 it was refreshing ~ also I hope I maintained to stay on topic bc this was a bit tricky😅 if not then sorry for that🙏

Mark

“MaRk!” you cried out of your bedroom with the highest level of despair.

“Yeah!” sounded Mark from the other room, not shortly after looking at you, standing on the doorstep.

“I can’t find my purse,” you pouted and threw another pillow on the floor hoping your tonight purse is hidding between the sheets.

Mark chuckled and shrugged, sat down on the bed you were currently digging a hole into.

“What are you laughing at? This isn’t funny!” your voice got all lost between the blankets and pillows. Mark laughed and pointed down under your vanity table “Did you tried to look there?”

As soon as you endend another episode of Mark’s fav series - you searching for your lost things - you headed to the award night. In the car with two of other members you kept the conversation floating nicely and maintained all glossy, Mark had to laugh as he just remembered how you looked few minutes ago.

“What is so funny?” Bambam noticed his amusement. Mark shook his head and held your hand tighter “I remembered something.”

You felt he’s implying to you and you turned your head to face him, raising your eyebrow.

“Nevermind.”

Bambam and Youngjae wouldn’t leave him get off that easily but they had to get out of the car. Just before it was your turn you faced him again “What was that?”

“Oh nothing,” a soft apologetic kiss on your cheek “You just give so mature and even bossy vibe when we’re out, but when I shut the door at home, you-”

“I turn into a child??”

“You turn into the most adorable lost sweetheart I saw.”

JB

You knew JB sometimes doesn’t know what he wants himself. You got used to that sometimes he prefers you as elegant powerful woman, and sometimes he wanted to be the one seen and he wanted you to back a little. You had to learn when to do what.

After one night on public, just after you kicked of your high heels, high enough to see top of JB’s head, he leaned on the door and asked very random question “Where is this two sidedness coming from?”

You just put down your earrings from which your head was aching and turned to him “What do you mean?”

JB kept observing you like it’s the first time actually seeing you.

“What?!” you incited him with shaky voice. You felt like he was reading your mind. When he didn’t answer at once you sighed and turned back at him, starting to unzipp your dress as you made your way to the bathroom.

After a while he came in to lean on the doorframe and watch you getting ready to go shower.

“Can you just pretend we’re not alone?” his voice was at least disturbing.

You shook your head “I’m really tired - can you talk normally?”

“I wanna see your lady self.”

You blinked and got to the shower, giving him blank looks through the glass.

He changed position to see your face better and played with the hem of dress you left on the basin. A thought came on your mind that maybe he’s preparing to say something he’d never say out loud because he thinks you can’t hear him through the splashing water. His voice was low and he sighed a little like he was picking up courage. A nervousness poured you over with cold sweat.

“You...’ve got such a presence.. and power.... and beauty...I never told you... how proud I feel...when we’re on public and you’re so.. impressive.” and he gave you surprisingly long look “I just wish you’d sometimes be your lady-self before me as well so I know ‘m also worth your effort.” how he paused between the words and barely looked at you when he talked you knew he meant every line. And your heart dropped as you felt his emotions through his hesitating voice. He thought he’s not worth the effort!

You turned the water off and looked at him properly, this time with the softest look “Babe I thought you wanted me to be like that on public. I  did always what I thought you needed at that time.”

“Come here,” he pleaded with cracked voice so quiet and tender eyes. His hands were opening to you like a invitation for the warmest hug ever.

JACKSON

“...and so when I got there I drank all his coffee by mistake!”

“By mistake? Jacks how can you drink somebody’s coffee by mistake?!” you cried with laughter. Actually you were rolling on the sofa laughing your ass off because Jackson was just finnishing his story from the other day.

Jackson was maintaining his poker face, but corners of his lips were dancing zumba. He always got so happy when he saw you enjoying his stories and jokes. Ofc you were all about his stupid sense of humour.

That stands until you both are facing cameras, reporters or other celebs. Jackson was still the same, throwing jokes, unrequiered stories and weird looks to make someone laugh. But he gave up on making you laugh on public long ago.

“Why aren’t you laughing was it not funny?” he asked the first time you gave him bitch face on public. You shook your head and because knowing others can hear you shrugged “Maybe next time.”

He got used to that when he makes joke on public you are far from amused and he has to earn your attention. He called it your “jinyoung time” with the distinction you actually never cracked once you decided to be your sassy self.

Jinyoung himself sometimes even praised you for being so calm with Jackson on public (he didn’t know how you were really loosing your shit when you’re alone).

“Stop that Jinyoung crap now I really need a support tonight, please?” Jackson squeezed your hand while you got out of the car. You knew this time he has no friends around since it’s foreign music festival and he is insecure af. You pecked his cheek “Okay maybe you’ll make me laugh today.”

JINYOUNG

“Okayy soo.. I guess Bahamas??” your face went from nervous to quizzical. Planning holiday was on you and Jinyoung got specific reason for that. He loved how hesitant and insecure you were given that big task. It was funny watching you wandering finger on the map in front of you and not being able to make a firm decision.

“Oh I don’t knoooow,” you cried and rubbed your forhead.

“Do you want to go and have some sun or not?” he tried to help but held back laughter. He knew it’s not going to be any help.

You threw hands “I want both! I want to sunbathe and swim but I know I get fed up with heath after few days so unless you want to fly around the Earth with me for the whole 3 weeks I suggest you to YOU choose the destination.”

“Oh nono no you’re not making your way out of this. We agreed.” he gave his  uncompromising serious face and pointed at the map you were leaning away from “Go on.”

“Oh screw it.” you closed your eyes and randomly stick your index finger on the map “MADAGASCAR!”

Jinyoung held this memory before his eyes the whole family dinner you were currently having with his family.

As all of them were admiring his girlfriend’s determined spirit. His mum was asking you what are your plans for future after you finnish your post graduate. He held his breath as you gave her detailed plan you were obviously making up on place. He knew very well you have no plans bc the same question by him was unanswered the day before. Next his father praised you for being so sure of your steps in life and asked whether you’ve always been so sure and mature.

Jinyoung didn’t held it this time and burst out with laughter he quickly covered as cough. But after dessert time he catched you in the kitchen alone and took you by your hips to face him “What was that?? I didn’t know you are going to be a lecturer!” he laughed.

“Stop it you know I was obviously lying!” you tried to get out of his embrace but he had to get a kiss before he let you go with “And I was obviously enjoying that.”

YOUNGJAE

Youngjae had to move aside as you threw your high heels away “dAmn YoU!”

“Stop it - look Coco’s scared.” he warned you and picked his dog up. You threw the other shoe to through the hallway and cursed more.

“What’s wrong anyway?”

“I hate high heels!” you hissed and tried to get rid off those riddiculous dress as well “I hate walking in those I hate being in those! So unstable.. I’m all woblly and.. going to fall any minute. I’m just waiting to cause you some scandal like stumble over my own feet on the stairs and showing everyone my underwear! I feel so stupid when I wear those!” you practically cried the last words.

You burried your face in your hands with your dress halfway unzipped and your hair messy. Youngjae held his breath while you were talking.

You’re so stunning on high heels! He never knew you feel that way. He put down Coco and softly held your shoulders, fondling your naked skin.

“You never told me.”

When you didn’t reply he hugged you tightly “If you would I could tell you how elegant you look on high heels and how you seem like you were born to do it.” his words were half lost between your collarbone as he rested his chin there “I love it how you handle being in the spotlight.”

“Ohkay,” you sobbed and smiled a little “But I still prefer socks.”

He laughed “Oh, who doesn’t?”

BAMBAM

“Yes this is Dior’s fall 2020 season gown,” you nodded to the interviewer who just admired your dress “It’s actually the one’s that..” and you went into deep detailed story of the gown as Bambam proudly held your hand and smiled all around.

He had in mind the first moment he gave you these very dress.

“hoW mUcH?!” you freaked out when he showed you the most beautiful expensive looking dress you ever saw. He laughed and repeated the price he payed for those.

“whY?!” you were afraid to even touch them. He had to take your hand and let the fabric slipping through your fingers.

“Love that’s..” you gasped when you saw the bag in which it arrived “tHat’S FuCKinG DioR! BaM ThoSE Are FucKInG diOR’s DResS!”  and the whole evening went with you freaking over those, being shy, embarrassed, grateful and not being able to express wheter you’re glad he did something nice for you or angry he spend so much money on dress.

He just had to smile how serious and elegant you were now. No one could tell you know only what he tells you about the current fashion and that you were even scared to put the dress on. And exactly that’s why you were his queen.

“Oh tell me more when’s the new fashion week darling?” he pressed his cheek on yours and laughed to your ear.

“Shut up you.”

YUGYEOM

“I knooow honey it’s tough!” you nodded with your voice dripping with empathy as your friend was almost breaking down on a face time with you. She was sick to death of her busy life and you gave her almost hour of advices and support what to do when she’s stuck at home etc.

“Thank you y/n, I really appreciate that... see you soon.”

“Take care love, bye!”

You sighed at how desperate she looked. You knew Yugyeom is in the living room probably watching some series. But when you got up to go and do something his voice stopped you “Is she okay?” his head appearing in the door, peaking to see if you’re finnished.

“Yeah I hope she’s better now.”

You both agreed on what you’re going to cook for lunch and Yugyeom helped out a lot. But after he ate last bite he disappeared to his studio to do some work. You managed to kill time with tidying up after cooking, but what to do next? Feeling urge to do something productive you wandered around the flat. You had the “do nothing and everything” mood and it was exhausting.

Yugyeom came out of his room like three times to use bahtroom, get some water and so on and every time he saw you going from nothing to nothing. Everytime he smiled to himself and went back to work.

You hated this state of mind but you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t start anything and you felt desperate for keep yourself busy. Finally a sleep came like a solution and you passed out on the couch.

“Babe sorry it took me longer.” Yugyeom woke you up with soft kiss on your cheek. He snuggled down almost at you and digged his head on your chest.

“What’s the time?” you mumbled looking around.

“About 5pm..”

“Oh shit haven’t done anything!” you started to move quickly trying to get up.

“Stay still.. it’s fine, let me rest a while and your duties are done for today.” he hugged you tight to stay down “also you were adorable today.”

“What do you mean?” fingers runnng through his hair.

“Just like an ad for cuteness. Wandering around not knowing what to do.. you were just adorable,...” he almost whispered his words as he was falling to sleep “you just gave a whole therapy session and there you are.. not knowing .. what to do with yourself.. so cute.”

[darth-mendax]

Mendax and the Wolffe: One-shot Fic

A/N: Yes, I made this a while ago, yes it’s dirty, and yes I did it for my enjoyment. I am sorry for making this.

WARNING: It’s a dirty fic, man. You know what you gotta watch for. Stay safe bois. Also, the clones are being nasty lil boys, especially Wolffe being feral

Word Count: 5k-ish

Pairing: Darth Mendax x Commander Wolffe, OC x Wolffe

Ahsoka, Maul and his new, previously Jedi love Eli, weren’t resting on the random forest planet when evening was approaching. Eli had decided to try and save a few new clones from the wrath of this new Empire born from Sidious. Cody was their first target, and were going to supposedly deliver him to Kenobi. I felt it wasn’t wise to bring Maul on that adventure, but Eli argued against my opinion. Wherever Eli went, Maul followed. Now, I was stuck sitting near a growing campfire and surrounded by a couple clones and their downed ships acting more as shelter. I’d only learned their names when we first got here a few days ago.

The clones were relatively easy to tell apart, thank the Maker. The only blonde there was Rex, formerly Captain of the 501st. He had a blonde buzzcut, a clean shave but stubble was close to growing in, and his legs looked like they could kick her head clean off.

 Next was a brash clone of the 501st named Fives, easy to pick out from the tattoo of the number five on his temple. He had short hair like Rex, only he had black hair, as well and a goatee like beard. He’d been injured badly, but he was healing relatively fast.

 Jesse was next, almost like a child of the 501st group (based on personality). He was playfully flirty to me at times, but overall, was like sunshine after rain. He had a large tattoo of the previous Galactic Republic on his bald head, and a 5 o'clock shadow. Like Fives, he was injured badly but was healing. 

Gregor, one of the few who survived relatively unscathed and a republic commando, was a bit shorter than his brothers. He had longer black hair that was neatly styled, and stubble growing in like Jesse. Rumor had it that his hair was much longer once. He was built like a boulder though, with large shoulders and seeming a bit thicker in build than his other brothers. His gentle nature contrasted his look greatly. 

Kix was probably the most average looking of all the clones, and their medic. Once in cryo after some mystery mission, got rescued by pirates a good while ago, now helping the injured that survived the Order. He had a short sort of haircut with black hair, and friendly brown eyes like the rest of his brothers. Only, his eyes seemed to be able to comfort anyone and managed to speak in the calmest voices possible. 

Echo had a messy sort of story, and his appearance made that possible. His skin was slightly lighter than the deep tan of his brothers, and he had darkened eye sockets, like he was constantly sick (though he was perfectly healthy). Multiple scars could be seen on his head in a particular pattern, and black hair was coming in like the crew cuts of Rex and Fives. He had a handprint on his armor, which made him stand out. He was also practically stuck by Fives’ side at all times, including around the campfire. 

The last one was Wolffe, the one clone I knew before the mess Order 66 had caused. He was very different from his brothers. He had a pink scar going over right eye, and in the eye socket was a white cybernetic eye (it made him almost seem like he was blind on that side). He had short black hair like many of his brothers there, but it looked most similar to Kix. He was probably the tallest, even if it was by little over an inch. He had a stubble shadow, like Jesse and Gregor. Like the wolves on Lothal, he was built to fight and it showed. His biceps were certainly the second largest, outranked by Gregor, and thighs able to crush skulls (if he wanted). Without his top half of armor on and relaxing in his blacks, there was the clear outline of abs on his waist. I wasn’t sure I picked that detail up. He nearly killed me when I first arrived with Maul, Eli, and Ahsoka. My eyes remained focused on the fire in front of me, memories flooding my brain.

It was done, the Order initiated and finished in only what seemed like an hour. My clothes were dirtied by dust and almost ratty. Maul was in his usual sith robe attire, minus the usual cloak that hid away his features. We were sitting at a small table in what was like a casual living room. Eli and Ahsoka were whispering to each other nearby, wiping away a few stray tears. This Order had killed many of their friends, and clones alike. Families were shattered and Sidious was to blame, me and Maul knew that for sure. Ahsoka nodded to Eli, and then walked up to the bridge of the ship. Eli fixed her neutral colored Jedi robes and turned to Maul. 

“Lucky for us, our ship is arriving at the safety rendezvous soon. I’d be wary of a few clones, they may think you’re against them so. . . don’t act too aggressive.” Maul leaned on the heel of his hand and gave an expression similar to someone raising an eyebrow. “Eli my dear, I’m constantly fueled by anger, driven by spite and revenge for years. Being aggressive is my personality.” I didn’t care to speak or include themselves in conversation. I simply hid in the hood of my Sith robe and remained silent. Eli turned to me, “Hey Mendax, there’s one guy who you’ll know once we arrive. Though I’m not sure he’d be the most happy to see you. Not the biggest fan of Sith still.”

“Don’t humor me. I’m not looking to make friends.” 

Eli scoffed, then rolled their eyes. “Alright, fine, sit and brood. But you better not say anything that will make you end up with blaster holes.” I chuckled, then looked Eli in the eye, “If that were to happen, I’d consider it a mercy.” The Jedi turned away and went to join Ahsoka Tano on the bridge. Maul sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“I know you’re still hurting, I can sense it. . .”

“I just don’t understand. . . It feels cruel to live. To live in such darkness as overpowering as this. All the death he brought, to us, to the Jedi-”

“I know that’s not the real reason you’re upset, Mendax. . . Savage would want you to live on. He loved you, so dearly.” I was silent, then leaned on Maul’s shoulder. Maul slowly placed a gloved hand on my head. He wasn’t one to regularly give comforting touch, but this. . . this was nice. 

“Things will change now, and we’ll move past Sidious’ plans.”

When we were introduced, almost all the clones had aimed their guns at us. Wolffe seemed a bit hesitant to aim at me though, instead aiming at Maul. A few good sassy remarks were thrown, but we all agreed no more killing was needed. Wolffe still kept a close eye on me as days went on, however.

Jesse’s laughter tore me from my thoughts and into his conversation. All of the clones seemed happy, or amused. I glared at them and asked, “What’s so funny, boys?”

“Oh, nothing Mendax. We’re comparing body count and the comments made about us.” Body count? Was this a sick count of all the enemies killed? Fives made an impression of what sounded like a moan, then said, “Oh Fives, you know just how to please me!”

“No way! There’s no way you can please a woman with as rough as a hand like yours!” Nope, definitely not an enemy body count. 

My face felt a little hot once I’d realized. I guess I should’ve known that soldiers like clones had needs. They weren’t Jedi so sexual acts were more. . . allowed? Wolffe was the only one who wasn’t talking about who fucked the best or how many men or women they spent a night of pleasure with. Feeling a little bothered plus warmed by the fire, I removed the cloak from around my body. 

Fives was the first to try and get Wolffe to join in. “Hey, Wolffe! What’s your body count, hmm? I bet it’s a high one, what with the ‘rugged charm’ I’ve heard some women say about you.”

 Wolffe grunted, taking a drink from a small cup he held in one of his hands. Fives went on, “Grunting is not usually an acceptable answer to a question, Wolffe.” 

“It is now,” Wolffe replied, eyes landing on me as I sat across from him by the firepit. His gaze seemed to soften, and then he went back to staring at the contents in his cup. Fives decided not to push further, but rather turn to me. “And what about you, Mendax? Did the great Sith lord ever get any love?~”

“As much as I admire the Sith and their passions, we never really see many who use passion in a sense that they fight for someone. Most use passion more as ambition, seeking power and their way.”

“I asked if you had a boyfriend once, not your philosophies,” Fives said, rolling his eyes. I scoffed, and glared at him, “No, does that satisfy your curiosity? I had no one. All I had was Maul to oversee my progress and Savage to. . . to make me feel less lonely.”

“Define less lonely. . .” 

Jesse shoved Fives, “Shut up. She’s obviously never had a boyfriend.” Wolffe turned his gaze to me again; I couldn’t tell what emotion was behind his eyes. A few of the brothers muttered to each other, then turned to Wolffe. He caught on to the staring and sneered, “What?”

“So are you going to tell her, or. . .?” Wolffe gave a low growl at Kix. He practically barked at him, “Know your place, soldier. And stop your insane claims.” Kix held his arms up in surrender, and smiled, “Just saying, Commander.” Rex rolled his eyes, then lightly shook his head. Clearly, the captain was getting just as annoyed as Wolffe was at his men. I couldn’t really blame him. Darkness was swallowing the forest around us; Rex added more logs to keep the fire burning. 

“So, what’s the sleeping situation, boys? Since the generals and Maul are gone?” Gregor had asked, his meek voice coming through with the brief silence. Echo wrapped an arm around his shoulders, “I already figured it out for you.” He pointed at one of the ships, the largest one of them all. “That one will hold me, Fives, and Rex,” he said. Echo then pointed to the smaller ship next to it, saying, “That one there will be for you, Jesse, and Kix.” The smallest ship there was a simple cruiser, but good enough for a few people to live on, and it was the one Echo pointed to next. “That ship there is where Wolffe and Mendax will be,” he concluded. Rex started to snicker to himself, and tried to cover it with one of his gloved hands. “Something funny, Captain?” Wolffe asked. Rex replied, “No no, it’s nothing. Just laughing at the arrangements.”

“And why is that?”

“You’ll have a ship alone with Mendax. And I don’t want to ruin the moment for the two virgins.” 

Wolffe growled loudly at Rex’s comment, clenching the cup tightly in his hand. His voice lowered dangerously low, “How about you shut it, Captain? I’m sure you men would hate to see their leader suddenly get a black eye and busted lip.” Rex squinted at Wolffe, “You think your strength could save you there? You believe that you can take on the Captain of the 501st in a fist fight?” 

“Oh, I know it would. My squadron regularly fights in the dirt, so what makes you think this will end with you winning against me.” The two brothers got up and stood in front of each other, Wolffe glaring slightly down at Rex and teeth bared. Rex seemed relatively calm, but a sneer was forming on his features. “How about you prove it, Commander?” Rex challenged. Wolffe stiffened and clenched his fists tight. The two of them raised their fits, ready to fight then and there. Hearing enough banter, I got up and decided to stop the impending fight.

“SILENCE! If you keep bickering, I’ll give you all a good reason to shut up!” The flames of the fire flared, and burned bright for a few moments. Silence followed my shout, besides the cracking of the firewood.

 All the clones looked at me in shock, Jesse’s, Kix’s and Fives’ faces all slowly turned to smiles as they looked at Wolffe. He was staring at me, eyes wide and blinking as if he was processing what had happened. I could only imagine that my eyes changed, a little side effect of being Sith. If I was angry enough, they looked just like Maul’s. Rex sat down next to his men, “Sorry Sir.” I huffed, calming down and rubbing the back of my neck. Wolffe made a rumbly noise in the back of his throat, before stomping off. Gregor called out to him, “Where are you going, Wolffe?!” 

“To relax! And hit the refresher!” The rest of the clones made attempts to bring Wolffe back, but it was in vain. He’d already entered the ship, and disappeared from view. I sat back down by the fire, hearing the clones burst into some sort of shanty, and had their arms around each other’s shoulders. It was touching, to see them still act like family even after everything. It was almost like Order 66 didn’t happen. But it did. 

The moons of the planet were well in the sky, and it’d been nearly an hour since Wolffe went into the ship he and I would supposedly share. The fire was dying, as was the nightly commotion. There was less energy, less blood flowing through the clones’ veins. Growing restless of being quiet while the clones talked amongst themselves, I got up and put my cloak on. I mumbled, “Heading in for the night. . .” before trudging over to the shared ship. I stretched my limbs and back, beginning my walk towards the beds. There were at least five rooms, each one with a decently sized space and bed. Making my way down the hall, I passed by the way leading to the refresher. I paused, hearing that it was still on. “Wolffe must like long hot showers,” I thought to myself. I was about to walk on, when I heard quiet grunting, then what sounded like mumbling. 

“Mendax-” I heard, barely heard over the water running in the refresher. A few curses followed, and I felt a bit of panic. Did he hurt himself? Did he know I was here? I slowly walked through the small locker room, seeing Wolffe’s armor and blacks resting on a bench. Moving past them, I peeked into the refresher room.

 It was a line of refreshers in glass stalls on the opposite wall from the entrance. The floor was tile, leading into the locker room. Only one of the refreshers had their door closed, somewhat clouded up with steam. The amount of steam in the room made the air humid, and I was sure that my hair was starting to puff up with it. There was a towel on a hook nearby said refresher. Moving closer, but out of view, my face heated up as I looked at what was in front of me. 

Wolffe was still in the refresher, but certainly not injured. His eyes were screwed shut, brow furrowed and biting his bottom lip. He was naked of course, water washing over him and moving down his body. Leaning against one of the tile walls of the refresher, one of his arms rested against the wall he leaned against, and his other was in front of him. He had hair on his chest, leading down to a nice trimmed happy trail leading down to his cock, where his hand was a bit. . . busy. He groaned again, his hand wrapped around his cock and moving faster. Wolffe’s head leaned back against the tile, his mouth slightly open now as a soft moan past his lips. He was close, very close.

“Fuck- Mendax~, I want you so bad~. . . Make me feel so good.” Wolffe’s voice was lower by an octave or two, rumbling and lustful. 

I’d be lying if that didn’t cause some sort of feeling between my legs. He was so vulnerable, and definitely not bad to look at. We had had our differences before and were becoming something of friends, but this? It was a little unexpected. 

Scrambling to get away, I made the mistake of kicking his helmet. It made a clatter that echoed through the whole of the locker room. Ashamed that I’d be caught. I hid behind the small wall of lockers in the middle of the changing room. The noise of the refresher being on stopped, and there was silence. Very tense silence. I heard the sound of bare feet walking on the tile, moving to where Wolffe’s armor was. They stopped, and the silence returned. He was behind the lockers, where I was hiding. Suddenly the footsteps sounded like they moved away and out to the hallway. I quietly breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. Slowly, I moved around closer to the refresher room and towards the edge of the locker wall. I peeked around, and looked for Wolffe. He wasn’t there, but his armor was still on the bench. That was odd. . . I turned back and collided with something solid and damp. 

I pulled away and found myself staring into a pair of eyes, one an amber like brown, and the other a pale cybernetic white. I froze, and felt immensely flustered. Wolffe had a towel wrapped low around his hips, the happy trail disappearing under the soft white cloth. A few droplets were still moving down Wolffe’s body, and he felt very warm, even just by being so close to him. His cheeks were reddened, and a blank expression on his face. I gulped, swallowing down my nervousness and composing myself. 

“What are you doing in here?” Wolffe asked, his voice low and rumbly like he was in the refresher. I cleared my throat and crossed my arms, “Was wondering why you were taking so long in the refresher.” Wolffe didn’t seem to buy my reasoning. He leaned down, trapping me with his hands on either side of my head. 

“Really? And you didn’t hear anything?” I shook my head, not bearing to look Wolffe in the eyes. “Liar,” he growled out. He knew, of course he knew. One of his hands grabbed my jaw and forced me to face him. 

“Look at me in the eye.” My eyes moved back to lock on Wolffe’s. His human eye was blown with lust, brown being swallowed by inky, hungry black. I found myself looking at his lips, and the feeling between my legs returned. Wolffe tilted my chin up, “I’ll be honest with you. When you said you’d give us a reason to shut up, my mind went to. ..  less than innocent ideas. And I couldn’t sit with them all when you were right there and looking so . . . delicious.” I let out an exhale through my nose, and dared to ask, “Like what? Hmm?”

Wolffe let out a guttural growl, and the hand holding my chin moved down to my neck. He gave a light squeeze as his lips moved to whisper in my ear. “I want you to shut me up and kiss me until I forget my fucking name. . . I want to swallow all of your moans into my mouth, know the taste of your lips. I want to feel your tongue, and maybe stop your snark for once.” My thighs were twitching with his words; he didn’t even stutter. My hands found their way on his back, and I raked my nails down the muscle. “Would you like that? Would you like to have me?” he asked. I quietly replied, “I’ve never wanted anything more than that right now. . . but I don’t know what to do. . .” 

“Then I’ll show you. . .” Wolffe’s hands found their way to my thighs and he picked me up with ease. He carried me down into the hallway and opened one of the doors leading to a bedroom. I was carried right to the bed, and the door closed behind him. It was doubtful that anyone would come barging in, so there was not much reason to lock it. He was already trying to take off my robes as he carried me, rushed kisses being pressed to my jawline. Wolffe was desperate, and the desire coursing through him was infectious.

His lips crashed against mine once my back hit the bed, and my legs were wrapped around his hips. They were softer than I anticipated, and much more intoxicating than I believed kisses should be. I felt drunk, limp as Wolffe pushed his tongue into my mouth and hands explored under my now messy robes. He made quick work of the top half of my clothing, almost ripped them in the process. Wolffe’s lips moved down to my neck; my head moved to the side so he had better access. A rumbling noise went through his chest like a building growl and  he bit down into the flesh of my neck. He bit hard enough that I whined at the pinching pain. My feeble attempts of squirming were stopped by the weight of Wolffe moving on top of me: one of his thighs between mine, and hands pinning my wrists down. The gesture of biting and leaving dark bruises on my neck was repeated until my neck and collarbones were littered with the marks like a night sky, varying in size and color. Taking his time and kissing back up to my mouth, Wolffe gave me a tender, sweet kiss.

When he pulled away, I felt cold and my lips felt like they were buzzing.  “I’ve wanted to do this for a while, in honesty. . .” Wolffe muttered, eyes looking over my face and his handiwork. His hands cradled my face lightly, like a feather caressing my skin. The innocence and purity of the gesture was lost when his thumb brushed over my lips and lightly tugged my bottom lip down. I opened my mouth and he pushed his thumb in, groaning as it was coated in my saliva. “Such a pretty little mouth,” he mumbled. 

Wolffe pulled his hand away, then moved to pull off my pants. He started breathing heavily once he had a glance at the mess between my legs. “Fuck, you’re soaking,” was what he said. Without another word, he pulled me to the edge of the bed and knelt between my legs. Moving them so they rested on his shoulders, Wolffe began to mark up my thighs just like my neck. The feeling between my legs was starting to become unbearable, and I was aching to be touched. “You know, you could stop teasing and get to the point,” I grumbled. Wolffe responded by a smack on my thigh, looking up at me. The scene in front of me was sinful, and I thought it was all a dream since it seemed too good to be true. 

“You want me to get to the point?” I nodded. 

“Then I won’t stop til you’re begging,” he replied before moving his head down. 

The feeling was heavenly, Wolffe’s tongue working through my folds and up to my clit. My hands found their way into his thick hair, tugging on his short black locks. He groaned at the action, then focused on working my clit. My body was twitching, and my back began to arch off of the bed. “Fuck- Oh Maker- Wolffe~!” were just a few of the words that spilled from my mouth out of pleasure. I tried to push him even closer, digging my heels into his muscular back and my thighs squeezing his head. It was almost embarrassingly fast how close I got in a matter of seconds, and my orgasm came with little warning. The pleasure was white hot, I felt like I was floating and my moans filled the room. Wolffe worked through it, and even a moment after I’d come down from the blissful high. My legs were twitching, and in the pale dim lights that were on in the room, I saw Wolffe look up at me with a smug look and my wetness on his chin. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, and hummed, “My assumption was correct, you do taste delicious.” I sighed and flopped back against the bed to catch my breath. 

“Maker above, that was nice. . .” Wolffe chuckled at my comment.

“It’ll get better.”

“Hm?” I looked down to see Wolffe taking off his towel and his cock ready for attention. He was big, as far as I could tell. Moving himself closer, Wolffe held onto my legs and I felt him nudge my core. “I’ll go slow, ok?” His voice was quiet and gentle again. I pulled him down into a quick kiss, and gave a soft smile. “I know you won’t hurt me,” I said. Wolffe gave a short nod and held onto my waist. He pushed himself in slowly, and his jaw clenched tightly as he did. A struggling groan came from his mouth, and was joined by a weak moan of mine. Once fully in, he was panting and practically laying on top of me. Wolffe was cursing under his breath, resting his forehead against mine. “This feels- mm fuck- way better than I imagined. . . Fuck me, you’re killing me over here,” he managed to rasp out. As if I wasn’t aroused enough, his praise pushed me even further. 

I held his face in my hands, watching as he looked at me with a half-lidded, dazed gaze. “You can move now,” I said. He didn’t move at first, and I was about to tell him again until he interrupted me. 

With a voice lowering a good few octaves, he asked, “You want me to move, pretty girl?”

“Y-yes.” My impatience was getting to me.

Wolffe gave a grin, “Then beg.” 

I could only assume I made a somewhat amusing shocked expression, because Wolffe chuckled. “You heard me, beg for me to move,” he said. I didn’t want to, at first. After all, I was a Sith and he was just a clone. I could’ve overpowered him and take control easily, yet I didn’t. My desire was getting the best of me, and I could barely move from underneath him. So I begged for Wolffe.

“Please- Please move, I need you.”

“Please who? What do you call me, sweetheart?” This was near torture at this point, but I went along.

“Please Sir. . . Please move~.” He smiled again, and pressed a quick kiss to my cheek.

“There’s my good girl~.”

 Wolffe moved slowly, but Maker did it feel great. The slow drag of him against my walls was enough to make me start digging my nails into his shoulders. He wasn’t patient though; soon he was sitting up and setting a brutal pace. I was moaning, loud enough to probably end up being heard from the hallway. Wolffe’s brow was furrowed, but the smug grin on his face told me that he was enjoying having power over me. “Moaning like a bitch for me, and I’m the only one who can do that, right?~ Only I can make you moan and desperately beg~.” I tried to growl at him, to try and show that I didn’t like the degradation. My body betrayed me, and I could only moan and try to move in response instead. He was growling and panting, keeping his pace and his gaze staying on me. “Look at you, covered in my marks and bites. Kriffing beautiful and all mine to look at~. All fucking mine~.” Given that biting seemed to be the way he showed his affection, it was no surprise that it came with possessiveness as well. When one of his hands came down to rub my clit, I was already close again.

“Maker- Wolffe, Sir- I’m so fucking close-”

“You close? You wanna make a mess all over my cock? You wanna beg for me to make you finish?” 

All of the pride and dignity I had was long gone by then, and of course I begged. Of course I said, “Yes, please! Please, Sir!” I was glad he was so merciful. He replied, “Now, you can finish.” And I did, shaking and grabbing at the sheets. I heard myself almost yelling, and I’m pretty sure I screamed out Wolffe’s name too. Wolffe’s pace stuttered, and began to get sloppy. Not a few moments later, he finished as well, spilling himself inside of me and throwing his head back in bliss. He made what sounded like a groan, or maybe he was biting back a moan. Either way, we were both very satisfied by the end. 

In a dazed and half awake state, we managed to fix ourselves under the sheets and get comfortable. I found myself clinging to Wolffe’s side, resting my head on his chest as his arm was wrapped around me. His thumb traced small circles into my back. A realization came to me that night; I’d fallen for him. Badly. I didn’t have the heart to tell him then, but I knew I would when the time was right. With fatigue pulling at my eyelids, I curled up next to Wolffe and slept soundly for the first time in a good while. 

Bonus:

The clones were heading to their ships for the night, but they made a decision to just crowd the ship farthest away from Mendax and Wolffe. In a crowded and simple room with bunks, the clones whispered to each other. “I told you it would happen, now pay up!” Fives whisper-yelled to Echo. Echo begrudgingly handed him a few credits, and huffed. Jesse was also passing credits in the dimness. Rex sat up slightly and rubbed his eyes, “Men, what are you doing?” Fives gave a half-hearted laugh, “I’m surprised you slept through it. Wolffe and Mendax just did the deed. I made a bet that they would do it tonight, so now the boys owe me. Well, except you and Gregor.” Fives looked over to Gregor, who was busy hiding his head under his pillow. “I think he’s scarred for life,” Jesse added. Kix interrupted, “Yeah yeah, you won. Now can we sleep?” “They should be done now,” Fives replied. Rex rolled his eyes and went back to sleep. 

“Go to bed, boys.”

“. . . Yes Sir.” 

There was a brief silence, and a moment of peace.

“. . . Should we tell them we heard?”

“No way, Jesse. They’d kill us.”

“. . . What if we told Maul and Eli when they get back, Fives?”

“They’d kill them, well, Maul would.”

Another silence.

“. . . Who do you think started it?”

“GO TO BED, BOYS!”

“Sorry, Rex. . .”

[sarcastically-defensive17]

Red Desert - A. Irwin

original story by sarcastically-defensive17. Requested by the lovely @twinkyjohnson. Hope you enjoy, love! I finished this at 3AM so the ending sucks!

It had been a long time since Ashton was back home. Australia seemed like a whole world away from his life in L.A, but he was more than glad to be spending some time with the people he loves the most.

His mum met him at the airport and captured him in her vice-like grip the minute he walked away from baggage claim. He hadn't noticed the blonde woman bounding towards him until he was clasped against her shoulder and his phone was nearly knocked to the ground.

"My baby boy!" Anne Marie squealed, tightening her grip on her son, "I've missed you so much!"

He couldn't help but laugh and wrap his arms around the woman. His heart almost physically swelled at the feeling of his mother holding him, and he didn't even try to fight the smile that took over his face.

"Hey mama! How are you? How's Lauren and Harry?" His mother's blue eyes hold such a warmth that he had missed.

Calum had left L.A almost a week before Ashton to return home, and Luke and Michael were taking their respective significant others' on vacations to celebrate the well-earned break they had.

When Ashton learned of their time off, he knew exactly where he wanted to spend the next few months. His childhood home, with his siblings and mother. So, fresh off the stage after the last concert of their world tour, he booked a flight with no return trip in sights.

"You will see them at home!" she shushed him, before grabbing his wrist and adjusting her bag on her shoulder, "Come on, Mini's driving the car around because I refuse to pay for the price of parking."

His heart stalled at the name.

"Wait, why did you bring her?" He asked, but could barely hear the reply over the sound of the crowd. Anne Marie pulled him along behind her, much like she would when he was a small child and he chuckled at the nostalgia.

A blue jeep pulled up in front of the entrance, and Anne rushed him to get in before they were driving off.

The woman behind the wheel was possibly the scariest driver that Ashton had ever encountered and he kept a death grip on the handle above his seat.

"Whats up, Rockstar?" He heard her ask, and his eyes reluctantly darted to the front of the car.

Her own eyes were hidden by dark aviators, and he noticed the septum piercing that decorated her button nose.

"Hey, Y/N, how are you doing?" He could barely find his voice. He had always been nervous around her, his childhood crush getting the better of him even after years of being away.

He had never truly forgotten about his Mini-me.

Red, red desert, heal our blues, I'd dive deeper for you.

"Looking good, feeling good, Irwin."

He had never once been nervous around a girl. Not unless you count Y/N. They were best friends for so many years, until his career took off and she headed off to Uni. They lost contact. Now, the sight of her, matured into a woman when he left her as a girl, lips curled into a smile as she spoke to his mother.

It all came crashing back to him.

What a blessing to feel your love, Twilight moments with you.

They pulled up to the familiar house and Ashton scrambled out of the car as fast as he could.

Does that woman even know what a speed limit is?

A scoff sounded by the boot of the car and he turned to see the woman holing his bag out to him.

Rather than taking it, he took the moment to soak in the details of the person he had missed for many years. Despite the numerous times they had toured in Australia, their paths never crossed.

She hadn't gotten any taller, but the doc martens on her feet made her stand a few inches taller than her usual 5 feet. Hence the name 'mini'.

Her face had lost the baby fat, and it was if he were staring at a completely different woman.

She whistled sharply, snapping his attention from her half-covered face, "You gonna take your bags? Or am I your pack-mule as well as your chauffeur?"

"Uh, yeah, yeah. Sorry," he could have sworn he felt a spark when their skin touched, but it could have been his nervous state reacting to her warm hand.

He didn't know, but what he did know, is that he wanted nothing more than to hug his former best friend.

I've been asleep so long, I'm so far away. Visions I see are strong, I hear what they say

"I don't know about you, Irwin, but I think we have a lot of catching up to do," she smiled. The dazzling gesture that makes his knees tremble.

He unconsciously ran a hand through his red hair, pushing it out of his face.

"What do you say? Pizza, beer and trashy movies at my place tomorrow night?"

His eyes widened, "Of course! I'd love to!"

He sounded more enthusiastic than one normally would, but the idea of spending time with somebody who holds such a dear place in his heart was thrilling to his mind.

She chuckled softly as he bounced between his feet, a sign, she knew too well, that meant he was embarrassed.

"Cool beans. Catch ya' later, Rockstar."

She called out a quick farewell to Anne, before climbing up into her car and speeding away.

He watched her turn off of his street with a small smile on his face.

"You coming in, kiddo? Harry's waiting for you," Anne called. She could tell from the sight of her son that he was revisiting the memories with the woman. The woman he thought he kept his feelings for a secret.

He turned back to his house, wrapping his arm around his Mum's shoulder and bursting through the door.

He missed the Red Desert he called home.

Won't you leave all your fears at the edge of the world?

He missed his hometown so much, but he also found himself missing L.A while he was gone.

He planned six months in Australia, and he was sure as hell going to spend every moment he could with his family.

And with her.

He knocked on her door five times, in a rhythmic pattern that they used as kids. She was living in her childhood home, having been left the place after her mother had passed a few years back so his mother told him.

"Come on in," he hard her call from beyond the wood.

Her back was turned to him as he walked in. She had no jacket on, and he could clearly see a crescent moon tattoo inked onto the back of her shoulder.

"It's been a while, Rockstar. I'm surprised you still remember our knock," She had a smile on her face as she turned.

"How could I forget?" He laughed softly, eyes locking on the dimples that sunk in her skin. "When did you get the tattoo?"

"After mum passed. Wanted something more permanent to remember her by, y'know?"

He nodded softly. He hadn't known about her mother passing. Not until a few months after when he was on the phone to his own mum, and she shared the news.

From what she said, Y/N wasn't coping too well since.

"I missed this place," he accepted a beer she handed him, his eyes moving to the walls that lacked photos.

She had removed so much from the home. He noticed boxes piled up in the corner of the lounge room.

She didn't reply to his comment.

"What made you decide to spend the next couple of months here?" She didn't meet his eyes, instead she kept focus on the rings on his fingers.

A little item of wardrobe that he adopted along with his band mates.

He was hoping she wouldn't ask him that question, as he didn't want to admit it to himself more than he had.

She noticed his silence.

I've been asleep so long, wasting away.

She remembers seeing that look in his eyes when they were teenagers. He wasn't okay.

She put her beer down on the counter, and closed her arms around her best friend. He slowly wrapped his around her much smaller frame.

He always loved how short she was.

"You can tell me anything, Ash. Always," She finally met his eyes, and he could see the hidden pain just as she could in his.

"I, um, I just needed some time back home. Some time to heal and find myself again." He cleared his throat, "It's getting a bit bad at the moment. Too much drinking, too much partying. Just scared of it going too far."

She pulled him to the lounge, and curled into his side like they would do many years ago.

"I've got you, Irwin. Take as much time as you need to heal. You've always got me," she promised, grabbing his large hand softly.

"I know, Mini."

The pizza arrived a few minutes ago, and she managed to get Ashton raving about his last tour, only for her to raise her hand and silence him half way through.

"Hold on, I need to call the police," she hid her smirk well.

"What? What for?" His eyes widened in alarm, and he dropped his plate to the table.

"I need to file a missing persons report," She went so far as to pull her phone from her pocket and unlock it. The man simply cocked a brow and waited for an explanation.

A giggle fell from her lips before she halted dramatically.

"I need to report that your accent is missing. You're sounding like a real yank," she winked at him, and before she knew it she had a piece of pizza slung at her face.

Ashton's loud laugh echoed through the room.

Red, red desert, heal our blues I'd dive deeper for you.

Being home worked wonders for his mood.

Unfortunately, the months went by faster than he would have liked.

He still found himself pining over the same woman he had for many, many years. At this point, he was adamant that he was in love with her.

He loves the random tattoos she had over her body, the way her eyes shine in the daylight. The way she took pride in the country she calls home, going as far to support the aussie cricket team despite disliking almost every person on the team.

The passion she has for music, the kind heart that has her offering assistance to the Irwin family, whom she treated as her own blood. Even the way she answers the door is amazing to him.

He simply adores every fiber of her being.

His nerves around Y/N has lessened dramatically in the time, and it is simply a nostalgia trip of their childhood life. One that is coming to an abrupt end in a few weeks.

He knew he needed to make his move.

What a blessing to feel your love, Twilight moments with you.

He knocked on her door - five knocks - and it swung open a few seconds after.

She saluted him as she had since they were younger and he beamed at the sight.

"What brings you here, Mr. All-American?" She winked and he threw his head back, a sigh leaving his lips.

"You did not just mock me with my own song title."

"You can bet your firm ass I did."

He blushed at the comment but stalked to the lounge in an effort to hide it.

"Uh, I have something to ask you, Y/N, and I'm kinda nervous about it," he twisted one of the many rings in his finger. A thick silver band with a large 'A' decorating it.

She entered the room with two glasses of water in hand, not wanting to bother Ashton too much after his confession about his fear of alcohol addiction.

"What's up?" Her eyes were wide and curious. She held the innocent look of a doe, and he smiled at her before sipping his drink.

"I'm heading home in a few days..."

Tell me, would you pack up all your bags, stay true to North? You're the only one I'd do this for.

"Oh," her voice was quiet, her eyes dropping to her hands.

"But, I was hoping you would come to L.A with me. If you want to, that is. There's no pressure! But I would love it if you did!" He began to ramble, but halted when he felt her smaller fingers thread with his.

"Ash, why do you want me to come with you?" She laughs slightly, almost in disbelief. "Why not take your mum? Or one of your siblings? I know Harry would love it."

"Mum needs to take care of the kiddos and Harry goes back to school soon. But that's beside the point - I don't want you to come for a visit, Y/N."

"Then what are you -"

"I want you to come and live with me."

The room goes quiet, and the only expression he can read on her face is confusion.

"I know you're not happy here, in this house," he pulls her hands in his lap, holding them both in his as his eyes connect with hers, "and I can't stand the thought of not having you with me."

Her heart races at the thought of Ashton wanting her around permanently. She can't deny the influx of feelings that had overwhelmed her since he returned.

Hell, she distances herself from him all of those years ago because she started to fall for him, but she knew a confession would affect his career. She wanted him to follow his dreams, rather than chase after a girl they both knew he had been in love with for years.

"Ash, our friendship can handle the distance," a quiet laugh leaves her lips, "We can keep in contact better this time round."

"Don't you see, Y/N? I can't handle the friendship anymore!" His voice was raised, causing her to jump.

He grew frustrated at himself. If he had told her how he felt all that time ago, maybe things would be different. Maybe he wouldn't have needed the break from the famous life.

"What?" Her eyes were glassy, and his hands went to her face.

"I don't want friendship, because I'm in love with you," he all but whispers, and her mouth drops open.

Red, red desert, heal our blues. I'd dive deeper for you.

"You- what? You are?" She gapes, mouth opening and closing as she struggles to find the words.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that-"

She pushes her lips against his, wrapping her arms round his neck and holding him close.

They melt into the kiss, both of them longing for the simple gesture for so many years.

What a blessing to feel your love. Twilight moments with you.

She pulls away slowly, resting her nose against his.

"I can't for sure tell you that it is love at the moment, but I have been in the process of falling for you since you got back. I liked you all those years ago but I was terrified of holding you back, because we both know you would have done whatever you could to make me happy."

"Y/N, I don't mind if you don't feel exactly the same way as I do, I just don't want to be without you. As long as you're willing, I want to be yours," his eyes were pleading, and she could see where his natural hair colour is growing through the red.

She brushed a hand through his soft locks, and kissed him once more.

"It would be a blessing to feel your love, Ashton," she smiled against his lips, and he wrapped his arms around her waist tighter than they were before.

Pack up all your bags, stay true to North. You're the only one I'd do this for.

He broke the kiss this time, searching her eyes for the answer he was looking for.

"Does this mean-"

"Yes, I'll go up north with you!"

He let out a hoot sound, standing and spinning the smaller girl around in his arms.

He set her on the ground when she squealed.

"So, did your 'red desert' heal your blues?" She gestured the quotation marks with a teasing smirk on her lips.

"Oh I am so stealing those as lyrics."

Red, red desert, heal our blues. I'd dive deeper for you.

[southernpeach13]

Their Princess all grown up Chapter 5

Duke moaned as she slowly came to. She rubbed the tiredness from her eyes when she realized that her hands were not only tied behind her back but to someone. She scrunched up her nose when she was hit with the smell of a very pissed-off Alpha. Well, two actually but the one tied to her was absolutely livid. Duke looked up and saw a young man maybe her age, a couple of years older at most smiling like a mad man at them.

 Duke groaned as she remembered how they ended up in their current position.

 A few hours earlier 

 The small group landed in an underground subway of all things and soon learned that the ninja was mute. As the group continued to walk down the subway they ran into what looked like a modern version of a mad scientist lab.  Duke and Tunnel Rat were about to keep exploring when Roadblock grabbed the two and hid them behind a large barrier with the rest of the group.

 Tunnelrat was glaring daggers at the large Alpha but Snakeeyes pressed a finger to his mouth making a small shush motion as he pointed to the flooring above them.

 Duke looked up from their hiding spot and saw a young man talking to someone on a large screen.  She sniffed the air and soon realized the man in the lab coat was a beta.

He was telling the person on the screen to never interrupt him in the middle of work and something about making the person's replacement? What did he mean by that? Duke ducked as she saw the beta, turn around, and walk to the railing. She could feel the wheels in her head turning trying to place where she had heard that voice before.

 “I know,” he whispered.

“I know the teeming masses will call you unnatural, immoral.” he purred. Duke covered her mouth hoping to stop her heavy breathing. She had barely been in the room with him for a solid three minutes but everything about him.

 Just screamed wrong.

 “Even evil.”

 Her heart was pounding so loud she didn't even notice that Scarlet had already pulled up information on the man. She barely heard her say his name. 

 “Brian Bender. Goes by Mindbender.”

Duke looked back up at the man. Why did that name sound so familiar?

 “He’s wanted by the feds for multiple crimes against nature. Very intelligent. Also has the same less  than popular thoughts on Alphas and Omegas.

 But you’ll always be my babies.”  he said with contentment. As he stood up a wave of pheromones hit his nose that smelled a little familiar.

 Duke shook her head, quickly pushing that feeling aside.

“Okay, so we take him to the feds.” She said.

 “No,” Scarlet said, waving the recording. “I got what I need, let's head out.” Duke shot the woman a dirty look before she vaulted over their hiding place with her gun and snuck on the floor that Mindbender was on. Weems, Tunnel Rat, and Roadblock following her lead.

 Mindbender typed away on his computer and saw the reflection of a young woman with blonde hair and bright blue eyes holding a gun to his head.

 He glared at her and soon realized that the scent he had caught a whiff of earlier.

 He rolled his eyes as he realized where he had seen her before.

 She was some random teenager at the time in high school that the Commander had taken an interest in at the time.

 He took note of the Alpha and Beta behind her. She had obviously taken the lead.

 “Brian Bender, you’re under arrest.” She said with strong authority in her tone.

 It was honestly kind of hilarious. He couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the trio.

 The blonde looked shocked and lowered her weapon for a brief second before baring her fangs and raising it again glaring daggers at him. 

 Mindbender continued to laugh. After a minute he wiped away the tears and leaned closer to the keyboard behind him and smiled

 “Doubt it.” He said smugly as he pressed a button.

 As Duke glanced at the other members of her team sneaking up behind the deranged doctor a look of confusion in her eyes but her face determined but before she could give another order electricity coursed through her body. 

 Duke screamed.

 She could hear the other members of her team crying out as well but she could barely process it. Duke colloped to the floor, her breath shaking as her vision went in and out.

 She saw the scientist walk up to her but stepped over her. Duke weakly turned around trying to process what was happening but just as her vision went black she saw him press a button and a dark blue goop spewed from something in the ceiling that seemed to be trying to take a form but failed.

 Mindbender smirked as he turned to the group of soldiers on the floor. The Omega, the only one still semi-conscious. He walked up to the blonde grasping her chin, tilting her face up, turning her face side to side examining her before letting go of her face letting her fall to the ground, Duke letting out a small grunt of pain.

 “Maybe you grunts have some use after all,” he said in a chirpy tone. That was the last thing she heard as her vision blurred and slowly faded to black.

Now

 Duke's face scrunched up in disgust as she felt the strange blue goop pour into the humanoid shape hole she and Scarlet were tied up in. It landed with a gooey splat as it filled up just enough to where the two women could keep their heads up. It felt slimy and unnatural against her skin.

 She could hear Roadblock yelling at the crazed Beta about how he couldn't do this while Weems made a joke/plea to the ninja to Houdini them out of their current predicament.

 Mindbender cackled and smiled at the soldiers.

 "You see grunts. I can do whatever I want because Cobra lets me.” He continued to walk, letting his hand slide against the railing as he continued.

 “Once you five are recycled in my biomatrix, you will be reborn as the first group super soldiers for Cobra.”  He said excitedly. Leaning over the railing a  mad glint in his eye.

 He turned on his heel and threw his hands in the air.

 “No more pesky Omega heats for blondie. Nor ruts for Mr. Ninja, muscles and red!” He let out an excited laugh as he clasped his hands.

 “You'll actually have a purpose besides to breed!” He turned around and leaned over the railing once more, resting his chin in his palm.

 “How amazing is that. You will be the first unit in Cobra’s first Bioviper army!” Mindbender turned back around and began to fiddle with the machines to get it ready when he heard a screen flicker on behind him. He turned around and saw the familiar face of an older Omega woman.

 Her hair was deep black, almost purple cut into a bob that was a beautiful contrast to her pale skin, her lips painted red. Her dark brown eyes practically glared daggers into his soul as she adjusted her rectangular glass on her button nose.

 Mindbender huffed in annoyance at her.

 Anastasia, Better known as The Baroness, was the Commander's, right-hand woman. 

 “Doctor, I heard there was a security breach at the lab” She purred in a deep Russian accent. She was calm on the outside but he knew just how dangerous she actually was.

 She was the only Omega that he was truly afraid of. But given her history, it was wonder why the woman was so cold and calculating.

Mindbender smiled and waved his hand nonchalantly.

 “Handled it. Just a group of green shirts busted in and tried to arrest me. Go figure.” He chuckled.

 Baroness cut her eyes at him. “Then I expect to have a full report when you're done.” She said calmly before her screen flickered off.

  Nicky “Tunnel Rat” Lee was not having a good day.

 The small Omega crawled through the fabric pipework and looked for his team.

 He had been lied to by a superior, dragged into something he wanted no part in. Shot at. And now he was crawling through a literal mad scientist lab.

 Go figure.

 Tunnelrat almost let out a loud whoop as he finally spotted his team. He took out a small pocket knife and cut the thick fabric open and crawled out.

 “I know  I disobeyed orders, didn't want to.” He said with a laugh as he cut the rope that held Duke and Scarlet.

 Duke rubbed her wrist and smirked at him as she got herself up out of the slimy blue goop.  “Expect yourself to be a court-martialed soldier.” She said with a laugh

 Scarlet soon followed, elbowing the blonde as she chimed in. “I outrank her. You’re pardoned.” He was about to help Mr. Ninjaman and Weems but the Snakeeyes had already gotten out and was uniting Weems binds.

 Just as they were going to make a break for it a large gooey thing landed in front of them. Duke watched in horror as it sprung in the air twisting and turning until it took a very large humanoid form and roared at them.

 DUke grabbed a grenade that had been on TunnelRats belt and threw it at the thing once it lunged at them and it exploded with a loud boom.

 Her ears were ringing, but she couldn't worry about that now. She looked back up at the railing and saw the crazed Scientist run.

 Duke let out a growl and jumped on a dangling wire and climbed up it quickly.

 Mindbender saw the Omega coming up to him and fast.

 Her bright blue eyes were cold and icy as she glared at him.

 He couldn't shake the feeling that he had seen that exact same expression just moments ago.

 Duke made it to the railing and threw herself over it with a firm grunt. She spotted Mindbender running away from a computer and she could somewhat hear a  monstrous roar through her still ringing ears. 

 She turned to see her team fighting more of the blue slime things, but when she turned back around the madman was gone.

 Duke snarled “Where's Mindbender!” She snapped.

 She saw Snakeeyes bolt after a figure in a lab coat that ran into an underground train that quickly sped off.

 And just like that Mindbender was gone.

 Duke saw electricity spark into the vat that she and the other had been in and more of the monsters came out of it.

 “We need to shut off the power!” She hollered

 “It’s locked!” Tunnelrat screamed.

 Roadblock's eyes lit up as he got an idea.

 “How about we light up this factory-like the fourth of July!” He asked.

“How?” Scarlett questioned.

 Moments later everyone had grabbed a piece of tech whether it be an actual weapon or a cable that someone *Duke* had ripped off one of the machines and fought back while Scarlett and Weems dealt with the generator.

 As Duke stabbed another Bioviper and saw therest of her team begin to head for the exit. 

She heard Weems swear and saw him jump off the railing and head back to the machine he and Scareltt had rigged to blow.

 It had gotten unplugged in the scuffle.

 She saw him heading up the stairwell so she continued to head to the exit as well. 

 He has only a few steps behind her.

 She heard him let a startled yelp.

 She turned around and saw him yanked back by another Bioviper.

 She ran back, she had to get him out.

 Electricity was flying everywhere. She was on the stairwell now.

 But he only smirked and looked ot the Bioviperes holding him back.

 SHe didn't hear what he said to them.

 And then.

 There was the boom.

 “No!” She screamed.

 Duke felt herself be blown back in the explosion. 

Shards of metal bursting apart hitting and cutting into her arms. 

 She felt a large hand yank her by the collar of her shirt and thrown over a shoulder. She watched in horror as the machines around them were blown to pieces.

 At that moment all Duke could see was the fire.

 Roadblock ducked and rolled as they were hit with the last blast of the explosion in the air. He rolled on his back holding Duke tightly until the explosions ceased.

A wave of pheromones quickly hit his nose but he couldn't process that now as he saw doors open and people scrambling to get out, he picked up the Sargent and bolted for it with the others.

They were headed for the helicopter they had arrived but it was soon nothing but worthless hunks of metal as debris from the building hit it. 

 Snake Eyes quickly  “commerderd” a vehicle and Scarlett threw the doors open. Roadblock set Duke down carefully and went for the driver's seat as Snakeeys left it to check on the others before disappearing altogether once more.

 Scarlett looked at the blonde Omega. She was shaking. Scarlett felt guilt as she looked over the Sargent.

 Anyone could tell she was in distress.

 They all were.

 But Duke.

 They didn't know what was happening until it was too late.

 The flood of distressed and frightened omegas hormones quickly flooded the van.

 TunnelRat bolted to Duke who had begun to rock herself back and forth. Her head between her hands. Scarlett got up but Tunnel Rat snapped at her.

 “Back off!” He demanded.

 “She’s going into a stress-induced heat. We don’t need to make decisions that's going to do more damage to her in the long run cause you can’t keep your knot in check!” 

 Tunnel Rat carefully pried Duke’s hands from her hair. Her tight bun now in disarray, her cheeks stained with tears.

 “Sarge can you hear me.” Tunnel Rat asked her. 

 Duke nodded.

 “Okay, that's good. I need you to focus on your breathing okay.” He continued. Duke let out a shaky breath a choked sob finally leaving her throat.

 Tunnel Rat pulled the taller Omega in a hug. Duke buried her face in the crook of her fellow Omega’s neck inhaling his scent. 

 Tunnel Rat continued to take care of Duke shooting dirty looks in Scarlett’s direction until Duke managed to pass out.

 “Will she be alri-” “Not. A. Word.” Scarlett paused as Tunnel Rat turned to her.

 “You have lied to us and to who knows how many people.” He snarled.

 “We lost a man in the field cause of your secrets!” Tunnel Rat pointed at the sleeping blonde. “She’s most likely about to go into a stress-induced heat cause of this.” Tunnel Rat let out a hollow laugh.

 “And if she does she’s going to have to go through by herself cause her mate isn't here! And I am sure as hell not letting you guys- No offense Roadblock.” Tunnel Rat quickly added. The large Alpha had been nothing but kind and respectful to all of them. So it didn't seem fair to lu,p him in with Scarlett.

 “None taken.” He chimed. “I get what you're trying to say and you're right.” Roadblock glanced at the three in the back. He reached in his pocket and felt Weems dog tags against his palm. 

 They had been pulled off in the skirmish. Roadblock was lucky and managed to catch them before everything went so, so wrong.

 Duke let out a small whimper and the three silenced themselves. They could figure it out once they got back to base. Right now everyone just needed to rest.

Anastasia walked up to the now-destroyed building taking in the damage. 

 Under Control. Yeah right.

 Anastasia says Mindbender rummaging through the rubble. She would ignore him for now. RIght in this instant, she needed to salvage any footage she could find and maybe figure out who the group of soldiers were.

 She slid down the crater that had once been a lab with ease and took in her surroundings, closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath.

Her eyes snapped open. There once a mix of scents of course. Alphas, betas, and omega. But one, in particular, caught her attention.

 One she hadn't smelled in over twenty years outside of the tiny pink baby blanket that the cub had been placed in. That scent in particular going stale after all these years. But she wouldn't forget it.

 She couldn't.

 After all. How could any mother ever forget the scent of her own cub?

[dreamcatcherfication]

The Queens of London Part 3 - My Loneliness is Killing Me

Hello hello hello! Chapter three has arrived, and boy does this one have some developments in it. (I say that like action happens. It doesn’t really). This chapter is mainly exposition and worldbuilding for you all, but there is some good drama throughout and some action in there. Sorry for any spelling/grammatical errors, my dog ate my chromebook.

Writing Masterpost

NOTE: I know historically that Katherine Brandon is Maria de Salinas’s daughter, but for the sake of this story we’re going to pretend that they aren’t related. Otherwise, it would cause a lot of plot holes with Maria’s involvement with the queens that’s just way too hard to work out for how the story is being written. 

If anyone wants to send in prompts or requests, my inbox is always open, I love hearing from you all! Here are some prompts and asks if you ever feel like dropping by:

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Trigger Warnings: Vague mentions of sexual abuse

Part 1 | Part 2

The Queens and their ladies sat around the table listening to what Jane and Joan had gathered on Kat. “She was very uncomfortable,” Jane noted.

“Especially when I called her Brandon,” Joan threw in. “This girl’s hiding something, the only problem is we don’t know what.”

Cathy twirled a pen in her fingers. “Well this certainly complicates things.”

“Why don’t we just confront her on it?” Anne asked.

Maggie nodded along with her. “She can’t lie to all of us.”

“No,” Aragon sighed, “that wouldn’t work. She’d get defensive. If nine suspicious women surrounded you and demanded the truth, would you confess?” Anne let her eyes fall as her suggestion was rejected.

“Why are we talking about Kat as if she’s already a criminal?” Anna asked from her chair. She was leaning on the arm and had her leg up at an angle, a stance she put on to suggest that she had little stake in the conversation. Really, the others knew Anna had a big heart and was willing to intervene on behalf of any of them.

“She’s right,” Jane agreed. “I can keep an eye on her, like you all suggested, but other than that, we leave it be. Kat looks properly like a kid, we shouldn’t treat her like a hardened criminal.”

Cathy sat up and reminded the group, “She does supposedly deal with the Black Market, though.”

“Yes, we can’t forget about that,” Maria affirmed.

Rubbing her forehead, Bessie stood up. “I usually just let you do your thing, but this is dragging on. Let me just do a quick synopsis and then we can go home, kay?” When there was no objection from any of the others, Bessie continued, “Okay. Katherine Brandon, well known for her popular record label and dealings with the Black Market, has never been seen in public. Apparently, that’s because she looks like a seventeen year old. Although we don’t officially know her age, something’s clearly wrong with this whole situation. What I believe we’re all thinking right now is that Katherine Brandon is an alias.”

“Exactly,” Joan pointed at Bessie. “She flinches every time we say her name. Normally I would suggest that means she isn’t Katherine Brandon, but there’s no way anyone else could have gotten ahold of that note. Besides, what random person opens an envelope not addressed to them?”

Agreeing with Joan, Bessie finished the basic rundown. “We can’t directly confront her on this suspicion, but we can have Jane keep an eye on her. There will be no stalking,” she said this directly in Anne’s direction. “And things will continue as planned. Sound good?”

There was unanimous agreement among the group as they disbanded the meeting. As everyone got up, Anne pulled Cathy to the side. “Hey, is it just me or is there something familiar about Kat?”

The journalist frowned. “Not that I could tell. Why ask me?”

Anne shrugged and hid an embarrassed face. “You know the most, I figured if anyone would have any idea, it would be you.”

Giving Anne a kind smile, Cathy clicked her pen. “Well I’ll keep an eye out and tell you if I suddenly recognize her.”

“Thanks Cathy.” Those were the last words the queens exchanged before leaving for the night, set to return at the same time tomorrow.

Making it home, Kat immediately went to her old laptop and worked on getting it running. She had the thing from when she still lived with her father, but after being kicked out she was unable to get anything better. When the screen was properly lit, she typed in Jane Seymour Joan and waited for any information to pop up. First off, she got a bunch of photos of Jane at promotional events with Joan at her side. The two of them looked close, maybe even siblings. 

There was an article attached to one of the pictures, so Kat clicked on it and started reading. “Joan Meutas is the co-owner of the Seymour fortune with her close friend Jane Seymour. Okay, so not related,” Kat talked to herself as she read. “The two are rarely seen without the other and they deal with Seymour related activities equally. When asked about allowing Joan to control half of her fortune, Jane said ‘Controlling all that money by myself is for too much power. I trust Joan to handle it far better than I could all alone. We work together and that’s what works best for us.’” Kat couldn’t help but feel her respect for this woman grow.

Moving on, Kat did her best to find the other ladies she had never met. She remembered Jane mentioning the names Maria, Bessie, and Maggie, so she started searching. After no results were yielded from Anne Boleyn Maria and Catherine Parr Maria, Kat struck gold with Aragon News Maria. There wasn’t as much personal stuff on her as there was on Joan, but there was quite a bit of work related information. Maria de Salinas is the close friend of CEO Catherine of Aragon and works beside her as the CFO of Aragon News. It is unclear when the two of them met, but when Catherine inherited her business, Maria was immediately appointed the CFO beside her.

The process continued with Bessie and Maggie. Margaret “Maggie” Lee is the main supplier of alcohol to Boleyn owned bars. While she does not own any alcohol companies, Margaret is known for providing some of the best mixes from different suppliers. Boleyn talks about her in many interviews as, “the best of both worlds. She makes a killer cocktail and she’s the best friend I’ve got…”

The article for Bessie was particularly long, so Kat skimmed it. Elizabeth “Bessie” Blount is the spokesperson for Cleves Fashion. She organizes the company’s events and speaks at press conferences in the place of legendary designer, Anna of Cleves. The two have been close friends for years, Elizabeth even collaborating with the designer on some occasions. There was a period of time where Elizabeth left the company to work for Aragon News, but she quickly quit under mysterious circumstances.

As much information as the articles had provided, Kat couldn’t help but have more questions than she started with. There was so much behind these nine incredible women, and she was hiding herself in their group, pretending to be someone she wasn’t. 

Katherine Brandon is the owner of Darkrider Records and is known for writing many Number 1 hits in recent years. She appeared out of nowhere, taking the world by storm with her work and collaborations with rising artists. But perhaps the most interesting thing about Brandon is the lack of pictures of her. In fact, there is not a single confirmed photograph of Katherine Brandon, leading to some wild conspiracies surrounding her. Many claim that they’ve dealt with people under the alias Katherine Brandon in the Black Market, garnering Brandon an infamous reputation in the business world. Another one of the most famous conspiracies surrounding Katherine Brandon is that she is not a singular person, but rather a group of influential people pretending to be the figurehead of the company.

That was certainly quite the character Kat would have to play. Her only grace of good luck was the lack of information on Katherine Brandon. “Why am I doing this,” Kat mumbled under her breath.

The answer came clear as day, even though Kat didn’t want to accept it. Accepting her answer would mean continuing this dangerous lie. But her resolve was breaking down quickly, and Kat couldn’t help but think of her reasons. Backing out would mean her life would go back to the way it was. Playing music to passersby and barely making enough money to afford her dingy apartment. She didn’t even have much of an education, something she desperately wanted. These women had offered money in their note, but that wasn’t what really interested Kat. Of all things, it was because Kat was lonely. She had no one and nothing and slowly but surely it was killing her. This was probably her only chance at doing something worthwhile in her life. She could disappear off the map and never matter at all, or she could help take down a murderous, corrupt politician. 

When phrasing it like that, Kat knew she never stood a chance of backing out.

Unfortunately, joining a secret plot to overthrow a wealthy politician did not really have any benefits. Waking up at the crack of dawn to get set up on the street was not something Kat particularly liked doing, but it was necessary if she wanted to make enough money from free music. At first she couldn’t make much money, but quickly Kat learned the trick was the length of time she spent playing, not the quality of the music.

Most of the time people dropped money out of pity, not because they enjoyed the music she played. Kat hated living off of pity money, but no one ever wanted to hire her for a job, leaving her with no choice. The day always started out slow with only a few dollars here and there, but business picked up later on in the day. Kat liked to refer to her music as if it was a real job, using terms like business and customers to make herself feel better about the whole situation.

As the pale morning started to fade and the sun began shining through the clouds, Kat huddled in on herself, obsessively checking her watch that was propped against her guitar case. 7:50. Kat anxiously chewed her lip and strummed the guitar, trying to keep her mind fixed on the music. In the next few minutes, Jane would walk by and for once Kat did not want to be noticed.

“Kat? What’re you doing here?” asked a voice, causing the girl to jump in her seat. Dread and nervousness settled in her stomach, but Kat put on her best facade. The minimal information on Katherine Brandon allowed her to build her character as she wished (Kat was glad she had taken those theatre classes when living with her father), so she tried her act on Jane.

Appearing calculated and confident, Kat glanced down at her instrument and then back at Jane. “Oh this?” Kat commented offhandedly, “I play out in public in order to attract anyone interested in music. You’d be surprised how many talents come by and start singing with the music. How do you think I recruit so many new stars to my label?”

Jane hid her surprise at Kat’s sudden change in demeanor well. The girl was acting completely different than the worried teen the night before, which immediately sent up red flags in Jane’s mind. “How long do you stay out here?”

“Eh, only a couple hours in the morning, I usually go to the company to put in some actual work. Can’t be slacking off.”

Taking note of the vagueness in the word “work”, Jane bobbed her head up and down. Kat was acting exactly how the queens had predicted Katherine Brandon would, something that shouldn’t have been strange. But Kat made a lasting first impression, and to have her do an entire 180 in a single night meant something was up. “I can’t stay for long, Kat, but I’ll be seeing you later tonight.”

Returning to her music, Kat gave a small wave, “Yes Jane, I’ll be there.” With that, Jane walked off and Kat sighed heavily, releasing the tension in her body. While her Katherine Brandon character wasn’t perfected, that portrayal was certainly more believable than the nervous girl Kat had been the night before. Being Katherine Brandon was far better than Kat being herself, and if that’s what it took for Kat to take her first steps into this new world, she would take it in a single leap.

The night came again quickly, Kat’s nerves skyrocketing as the first sign of darkness started creeping into the sky. This time, Kat was more prepared, so she pulled out her cleanest pair of pants and the nicest dress shirt she owned, regardless of the warmth. If she was to impress these women, she needed to dress elegantly while also appearing nonchalant.

Arriving at the closed theatre, Kat moved to open the door like the first night. Before she could grab the handle, someone’s hand wrapped around her mouth and another around her waist, wrestling her away from the door and into the alley beside the theatre. Screeching into the hand, Kat started thrashing in panic, pushing at her captor.

The person made a grunting noise and Kat squirmed, but they kept a tight grip on her waist. Suddenly, Kat was thrown back into the memories of hands on her waist, holding her and touching her. A sob came out of Kat’s mouth as she started to shake, only for her assailant to let her go.

“Kat?” came the soft voice of Anne Boleyn. The bar owner had quieted herself so she couldn’t be heard by anyone other than Kat. “I’m sorry, did I scare you too much?”

Spinning around and lifting her head, Kat realized the person who had attacked her was only Anne, her face heating up with shame as she saw how badly she’d spooked Kat. “Why would you do that?” Kat whispered hoarsely, trying to regain her composure.

Putting her hands in her coat pocket, Anne shrugged. “I was trying to test you, see how well you reacted to being attacked.”

“Yeah, well I’ve never been attacked like that before, so clearly I didn’t do well.” Kat sighed and clenched her fists so Anne could not see the trembling. “Just don’t do it again.”

Anne held her hands up defensively. “Sorry, sorry. You head inside, I’ll be in in a minute.” Kat nodded and moved around Anne and out of the alley. She shot one last glance at Anne before moving inside the theatre to join the other women.

When Anne was sure Kat was gone, she reached in her pocket and pulled out a wallet. Opening it up, Anne began muttering to herself. “Alright Brandon, let’s see what secrets you’re hiding in here.”

[savannah-lim]

Smoke and Maras || Savannah & Dave

Dave fiddled with his teeth covers, trying to jam them into place right. It was, as always, a losing battle, and it was always a bother for him anyway. He’d just have to leave it so it was part digging into his gums, part not hanging right on his back teeth, but it’d have to make do for the detective. No one really looked too close anyhow. He’d sat in a quieter booth, with a dark brown IPA in his hands. He wouldn’t hear her in all this din, so Dave kept his eyes peeled to the door. This oughtta be something. 

Savannah ordered herself a light beer at the bar, scanning the surroundings for Dave. When she found him, she approached and took a seat opposite. “Hi.” Introductions and small talk were such a pain in the ass. “How are you doing?” She could be so good at manipulating a situation to her advantage at times, playing whatever role was required, and then at other times, like when some kid had tried to sacrifice someone in front of her and then gave her visions of her colleague jumping into an endless pit and turning into a tentacle monster, words failed her. Go figure. “I’m not good at this,” she sighed. 

“Good as ever,” Dave replied easily, with a small shrug. He looked Savannah over with a curiously critical eye, trying to weigh her up now he knew she was FBI, not just some random spare sacrifice over a pit as deep as it was evil. Trying to see how she was looking at him. Hopefully not all suspect like. “Prefer the beer over the Devil’s Gullet, anyhow.” He smiled at her admission. “Not really sure about how to talk about the whole human sacrifice shindig either.”

Savannah wasn’t doing anything wrong, so why did she feel like she was under a spotlight? Dave had a closed-off demeanor about him. She sensed he wasn’t the easiest person to get to know. Any sensible person would have just let him be after their Devil’s Gullet fiasco, but here she was, having a beer with him. “I prefer beer over most things,” she snickered, raising her bottle in a half-hearted cheers. “We got a name on that other kid. His friend told us. But he’s fallen off the radar for now.” Why was she talking to this civilian about work? “I’m sure he’ll show up. Can’t live without his snapchat, probably.”

“Guessing the whole FBI thing spooked him right out of here,” Dave commented mildly. “Kids, huh? Too damn dependent on their tech. He’ll sign into like the clock app or something. They didn’t seem all that bright, or like big with the planning. Creepy assholes.” They were, after all, the ones who had put ads in the goddamn paper. Maybe their magic nonsense needed some sort of willing victim, who chose to be there of their own accord. “There’s a whole lot of weird in this town, detective, hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

“Pfft,” Savannah scoffed. “It should have spooked him. Doesn’t mean he should just fall off the radar though. He probably wouldn’t have the resources to get fake ID’s and a bunch of cash, so it’s just a matter of waiting.“ She was quiet for a moment. “Yeah, speaking of weird, I wanna know what the hell that thing was they threw at me.”

“Sounds like you’re the expert on that one. All I can say is good luck finding him,” Dave shrugged, sipping from his beer, keeping his eyes keenly on her. In part, it was to help him read her lips, but he was also all sorts of intrigued about her. Goddamn FBI in town. Maybe she’d even know something down the line about the lady he was hunting, but asking about that too soon would set off all sorts of alarm bells. Besides, if he finally did kill her, he didn’t need the FBI knowing he’d been snooping around. “Some sort of flash bang with a hallucinogen, wasn’t it?” He asked nonchalantly.

“I wouldn’t be very good at my job otherwise.” Though Savannah’s superiors might have argued differently if they had known what sort of crackpot theories she was already wrestling with. “My colleague went missing,” she blurted out. “Agent Javier Sterling. When they threw that thing, I saw flashes of him… things that didn’t make sense. He was like a squid-man. Like a were-squid.”

“A were-squid?” Dave repeated skeptically. As far as he knew, those didn't exist. Sure, you got the occasional weird ass Nymph, but that wasn't the same. Hell, nothing she'd seen had to be true. It sure was what the kid has said, that he'd shown her the truth, but kids lied all the goddamn time. "Were the two of you close? I remember you said you were investigatin' his disappearance. Must be rough."

“Well, there’s no word for someone who is half human, half Cthulu,” Savannah fired back. “He jumped into the damn hole. Who would do that?” she thought out loud. She could tell Dave thought she was crazy. Hell, maybe she was. “No, not close. I didn’t know him other than by name. But this is my case, and I’m not going to go back with a fat load of nothing.”

“Well, no, guess not,” Dave agreed, for damn good reason - shit didn’t exist. “He jumped into the hole? You mean the gullet?” He asked, and almost felt bad leaving her in the dark. But if the FBI as an organisation learned about this place, shit would hit the fan in the worse way. “I know a thing or two of what that feels like,” Dave said eventually, taking a long drink from his beer. His eyes slid away from her, to some raised voices by the bar. He couldn’t hear well enough to figure out what they were saying, but one of them was wearing shades inside, maybe trying to avoid being ID’d. 

“I think so?” Savannah couldn’t be sure what she had seen. It was all a series of flashes, like a bad dream replaying in her head. It came to her at night too, her mind playing tricks on her as she slept. When she was in it, it felt so real. She had started noting down things she saw, but none of it really made any sense. “It felt urgent. Like he had to do it.” Savannah was doing her best to ignore the ruckus at the bar, but it was growing louder. She looked over at them. It seemed as if one had cut in line and the other had taken issue with it. 

“The hell is the matter with you?” the one wearing shades scoffed. “I was here the whole time.”

“No you fucking weren’t!” the other answered. “Get to the back of the damn like.” 

“Oh my god--” Savannah stood up, as if to rush forward to intervene as she saw one of them reaching inside their jacket for a weapon. “Can’t I just have one night off?”

Dave hid his deeper concerns. She knew something was up, however minor. Maybe he’d need to do something about that. It weren’t too bad yet, she didn’t have nothing on nothing, but she was suspicious. One thing at a time, especially because his options for doing something were… on the short side. It felt urgent. Hm. As Savannah stood up, he didn’t quite catch what she said, but god did he get the tone. His eyes flicked to the knife, getting up and beginning to move himself. Neither of them were quick enough, as the guy plunged the knife into Shades’ chest. And then plunged right through him, his whole hand and fist going through Shades’ torso. Shades grinned, and whipped off his sunglasses. The guy screamed, falling off his seat to the ground. By the time they’d reached the fight, it was over, and Shades had his sunglasses back on like nothing had happened. 

Savannah almost tripped over her chair, because as quickly as she had been moving towards the action, she instinctively stumbled backwards at the sight of an entire man’s arm going through another person’s chest, as if they were made of smoke. 

“What the fuck, you fucking demon!” The man with the knife (now discarded on the ground) exclaimed, stumbling backwards. Savannah stared at the situation in awe, unable to believe her own two eyes, but she got close enough to step on the knife and pick it up with a napkin. 

“FBI,” she declared, flashing her badge. “You’re a little below my jurisdiction, but I suggest you get the hell outta here before the cops show up.” She put the knife in her inside jacket pocket, wrapped in the napkin to keep it safe. “I’ll dispose of this for you. Wouldn’t want anyone getting hurt.” She turned to speak to the man with the shades, only to find him gone, an empty space at the bar where he had once stood. The other patrons and bartender mumbled among themselves, gossiping the way you normally would after a bar room scuffle, but they hardly seemed perturbed by the vanishing act. “Did you see where he went?” she asked Dave. 

Dave did see where Shades went. It was a blink and you miss it moment, where Shades melted entirely into the background, quiet as a ghost. Just before he vanished, they made eye contact and Dave glanced pointedly to the door. Then Shades was gone, and Dave was left with Savannah as she packed up her knife. “No,” Dave replied, and sorta technically, that wasn’t a lie. “Looked like a real agile type. So much for just getting a drink, huh?”

Savannah stared at Dave, dumbfounded. How was it possible that he always missed everything? “Agile? He’d have to be Casper The Friendly Ghost to disappear that fast!” The people in the bar had returned to their drinks and conversation, seemingly unperturbed by what had just happened. It was only Savannah who was still reeling. “He just disappeared! He vanished and he made that knife go right through him like he was made of smoke.”

“Nah, we just saw it from a weird angle. He dodged. Or, I don’t know, was it a stage prop or something? Looked weird to me too, but that’s the only thing that makes a lick of sense.” Dave shrugged, frowning as he looked around, trying to “spot” where Shades had gone. No point in trying hard, but still, he wasn’t trying to draw all that much attention to himself, either. “Fucking hell. Guess he really didn’t want trouble with the police.”

“It was no stage prop! I have it in my jacket pocket.” Savannah sighed. People were looking at her. She could see it in her faces. ‘Why the hell is this idiot woman freaking out?’ Maybe she was actually going crazy. Javier had visions, and she seemed to be following in his footsteps. “Like I said, below my paygrade.” She shook her head. “Whatever.” Savannah lifted her empty glass, gesturing to him. “Another round?” If she was going crazy, she might as well be crazy and drunk. 

[harryimaginestuff]

Ruin the Friendship: Part 2

hi lovlies! sorry for such a long wait, I hope you enjoy part 2!

Word count: 3k

Genre: angst 

    It had been 7 months since you had last seen and heard from Harry, the last time being when you walked away from his house and out of his life. In the beginning there had been a hole shaped like Harry that had sat heavily in your heart that had affected every one of your moves. You had never felt that way until Harry and you repeatedly promised yourself that you would never allow yourself to feel those emotions ever again.

     However, your pessimism ended soon after as the hole in your heart slowly began to fill of a love for something else.

      “Sam! I swear to god put that shit back how many times have I told you I can’t eat that!” You whine at him as he picks up a plate of sushi. “Why can’t I have it then?”     

“Because you love me so much and wouldn’t want to tempt me?” you bashfully ask, giving him your sweetest smile as you walk closer to him to envelop him into a hug.      

Whilst Sam is rarely stopped in public, the both of you wanted to ensure your privacy as you stepped out for your weekly shopping trip. Ever since Harry had been out of your life you had somehow grew even closer to the man beside you, something you had originally believed was impossible seeing as you were practically joined at the hip ever since you had met him when you were six.      He had been there for you every step of the way. He was by your side once you had returned from Harry’s the same morning as your eventful ‘break-up’. He was by your side letting you cry onto his shoulder not saying a word because he knew that silence is how you deal best with sadness. He was even by your side the day you found out you were pregnant.

      “Uh oh,” you hear Sam whisper causing to look over at him, aiming to see what had caught his attention. Annoyance fills you as your eyes follow his gaze to the wall of trashy magazines all with the common theme of himself and a ‘mystery woman’.

      ‘Sam Claflin spotted with mystery woman.’

     ‘Claflin spotted entering London home with mysterious girl and a telling package.’

    ‘Exclusive! Sam Claflin photographed entering home carrying baby crib packaging with mystery woman.’

    The same image is used throughout all magazines, a blurry picture with your back the camera and whilst you’re not visible enough to be recognised, Sam’s face is clear as day which would in turn make it hard to disregard the pregnancy rumours that are bound to come.

      “Hey look at me.” Sam reassures, gently grabbing your shoulders as to divert you away from the issue that has captured your attention. “It’s all going to be fine, and if someone stops us, we just say nothing okay?”

     Trashy magazines were usually untrue, always coming up with some fabricated lie from a ‘reliable source’, however in this circumstance there was no need for a reliable source seeing as pictured in every one of the magazines was a picture of her and Sam and whilst she wasn’t recognisable, it only meant that a shit storm was on the way, it was just a matter of when.

      “I know Sam, we both knew it was going to happen eventually.” You signed, stroking the swell of your stomach, “just didn’t think it’d be so soon.”

     “Let’s finish buying you your ice cream and get out of here.”

     “Love you Sam,” you smiled cuddling into his side.

      “Love me enough to let me buy some Sushi?”“No.”

// 

    That night you couldn’t help but let your mind wonder to the moment you found out about the human growing inside you. 

     After almost a week of incessant puking and convincing yourself that it was just a general illness, as after all there had been some kind of virus that had been making its rounds around work over the past few weeks. And if you were being honest you would have ignored and waited out this apparent sickness if it weren’t for Sam’s friendly concern.

      It was getting to the point where his consistent badgering and bothering had gotten you to reach your boiling point, leading to him taking you to the doctors for his benefit rather than yours.

      It felt like only a week ago when you were sitting inside the doctor’s office with Sam waiting for you outside patiently.

      It felt like only a week ago when the doctor had put you at ease and then into a frenzy in so little time.

      It felt like only a week ago when you were left in shock after discovering that you were growing a real human inside of you and that little human happened to share the same blood as the man who singlehandedly held your heart and broke it.

      You couldn’t even begin to explain the way your stomach dropped and the way your heart thumped so loudly within your chest. The words ‘pregnant’ has echoed across the room filling you with despair and warmth simultaneously. Tears had  filled your eyes, but it wasn’t sorrow for yourself and the fact that you had accidentally fallen pregnant with a man who couldn’t lob you, instead it was grief for the small part of you growing from within who may never learn who their  father is.

//

     After going for your weekly shopping trip, the both of you were exhausted, you more so because of the full-grown baby chilling in your stomach, and Sam because you had made him carry every single one of the bags. All 10 of them.      And now being the bestest friend that he is, he was currently sitting on a makeshift chair by your feet and massaging out the full ache that had developed. Who knew motherhood would be nothing but ache, pains, puke and love?

      “I love you.” You moaned out, expressing your gratitude to the man who’s always been stood by your side.

      “I’m only doing this because you let me eat sushi, albeit I had to eat it on my own in the toilet, but still, the gesture counts.”

      You and Sam has been friends since childhood, before fame there had always been you. The whole reason he took on his role is Love, Rosie was thanks to you seeing as he saw so much of the both of you in the characters, sans the romance of course.

      This is why as soon as you revealed your surprise pregnancy the first thing Sam said was that he would be whatever you needed, whether that was the baby’s father figure or just the cool uncle, either way you knew he’d be there for you through thick and thin. And he was. He attended every appointment, he was there for every craving, he was there for the first kick. Quite frankly here was no way that you would have been able to do it so smoothly without him.      “Harry just texted me.” Sam said cussing your stomach to drop with unease. The last time you spoke to him was when you ended it and the last time Sam spoke to him as far as you knew was when he went to pick up some of your belongings from Harry’s place. “He must’ve seen the articles. But he doesn’t know it was you.”

     You can feel the dread slowly travel through every vein in your body as the colour drops from your face. This is it. The moment you knew was coming       “What did u want me to say.”

      “um… just… I don’t know… just confirm a pregnancy but say nothing about me.”

     Sam looked at you, eye brows slightly raised. “Are you sure? If we lie we can’t turn back and if he finds out we’re in shit.”

     “Yes, yes I’m sure just send it.”

     “Okay whatever you want.”

     The inevitable fact that Harry could and would soon find out about his daughter had been pushed to the back of your mind as you concerned yourself with more important and urgent matters as you prepared for the arrival of your baby. However, deep down you knew that the real reason why you refused to acknowledge the truth was because you were terrified of what could happen if he ever did find out. More now than ever as you had made Sam outright lie to him, putting you in a pretty bad spot if he was to ever find out. You knew that the confrontation was unavoidable and either Harry would find out on his own accords or you would reveal it to him yourself. Either way that day was fast approaching, and you were one step closer seeing as Harry now believed that there was a pregnant woman in Sam’s life.

     You just never thought that that day would be today.

      Both you and Sam were sat inside the nursery, which previously was a game room that Sam had sacrificed as soon as you moved in with him. The two of you had been working on building a crib and painting the room since earlier that day. Whilst in every other sense the two of you made a great team however the both of you had come to the realisation that decorating was your weakest point. Rather than working together you were in one corner painting the wall whilst Sam was in the other building the crib. You currently weren’t speaking seeing as not even 20 minutes ago you had fallen into a tedious argument on what the colour of the wall should be, with you arguing for a universal yellow and Sam arguing for a lilac hue.

      You were pulled out of your mindless humming by the sound of the doorbell ringing causing your movements to halt at the sudden intrusion.

      “Mind getting it for me.” Sam asked, fiddling with the wooden boards laid out in front of him.

      You simply nodded and strolled out of the room. Perhaps the person waiting behind the door was the delivery man, after all Sam had been raving on about some kitchen gadget he bought earlier on in the week, so perhaps it was that.      Peeking through the hole you felt your body turn ice cold as behind the door stood a very familiar curly headed man.

    “Shit shit shit.” You mumbled to yourself as you roughly distanced yourself, almost as if the door was fire, with the flames licking at you, melting the glue that pieced together your heart.

      “Sam? It’s Harry.” The familiar voice ignited your body as you bolted up the stairs and back to the nursery.

     “Harry-he’s-Harry…” Despite the broken phrases, Sam was still able to understand you as he gently pushed you into a chair and handing you his glass of water as he sweetly whispered in your ear.

      You could hear the muffled voices of the distant men below you as you once again hid from your issues. From what you could hear, Harry’s random appearance was down to him giving a small gift for a child he beloved to be Sam’s. It was weird hearing his voice now so many months after you separated, and it was even weirder to think that that was the voice you listened to almost everyday. But now wasn’t the most recent time that you had heard his voice. The last time you heard it was soon after you found out you were pregnant and you had been calling and calling him only to be met with his voicemail over and over again, until one day rather than hearing him, it was an automated message informing you on how the number was no longer available. For you that had drawn the line since the lack of need for him to keep you updated on his contact details was a tell-tale sign that you no longer held any importance anymore. And yet there you were on the other line, completely in love with him and pregnant with his baby.

     “Y/N?” And there it was again, that voice. That voice that could make you smile, scream and cry all at once. But it wasn’t the that that made you choke up this time it was the fact that he was standing right in front of you staring at your rounded stomach. You watched as his mouth taped open and closed like a fish and if it wasn’t for such a tense moment you would have burst out laughing, but this wasn’t the time.

       “It’s you.” He hesitantly steps forward his hand subconsciously lifting towards you. “You were the girl who was pregnant.”

      He takes one more step towards you before settling down at your feet his hands resting on your legs.

      “You were the girl Sam was talking about.” You’re yet to open you mouth and speak, but the fear consumes you as you watch the clogs turn in his mind as he tries to piece together the information he’s just been given. “You’re pregnant with Sam’s baby.”

     “What? No.” Apparently he was piecing together the wrong information. Sam chooses this moment to walk in, mumbling a quiet ‘shit’ at the image in front of him.

      “I mean Y/N there’s no point denying it now I can see that you’re pregnant and Sam told me he had a pregnant girlfriend.”

     “I’m almost 8 months Harry.”

     “Okay?” He asks confusion still written across his face until suddenly his face goes slack and you think that this is it, he knows now.

     “You were sleeping with me and Sam?”

      “Harry for Christ sake.” He stands up creating a distance between you as he moves him self to the corner.

      “You told me that you loved me.” He pauses as his eyebrows furrowed in anger. “But you were with Sam behind my back. That doesn’t look like fucking love to me.”

     You open your mouth to speak but he holds his hand up to silence you.      “And you.” He points at Sam. “You were supposed to be my fucking friend. No wonder you stopped speaking to me! You were sleeping with my girl. You were both laughing behind my back. I knew you were like everyone else, just using me. We were supposed to be exclusive.”

     “Mate calm down, don’t say stuff you’ll regret just let her explain.” Sam said lightly gripping his arm.

      “M’not your fucking mate.”

     “You’re such a dick Harry! And still as oblivious as ever, first when I was trying to tell you I loved you and now when I’m trying to tell you the baby’s yours.”

     Harry stills the anger leaving his face, “why didn’t you tell me?” He whispers.      You laugh dryly, “I did so many times. As soon as I found out before telling anyone I called you. Over and over again but you never answered but I never gave up until that bitch automated voice me that your number wasn’t available, you changed it. Do you know how that felt?”

     “Do you know how it felt to reach out to someone you had known and cared for and loved for two years to act like you never existed, to be left on the ground like dirt. You say now that I must’ve been using you but I’ve never felt more used at that point, I was left thinking that I was never anything more than a good fuck and once I was no longer willing to cooperate you pushed me aside to find a new plaything. I felt like complete and utter shit. I was so in love with this man, pregnant with his child and absolutely scared shitless. I didn’t know what to do and you weren’t there!” You cry out. “You were never there. Not when I needed you the most.”

     “I can’t believe I was dumb enough to believe that you cared at all for me.” You broke down in tears, your body folding into itself as you curled up into a ball, a subconscious effort to protect your already split heart. 

     “Y/N… that’s not true.” Harry finally said after Sam quietly left the room, allowing you to have the conversation that was needed.

      “There’s no proof from your actions that tells me otherwise.”

     “I left you because I thought that that was what was best for you.”

     “Harry don’t feed me the shit that you feed all the other girls when you no longer want them anymore, that you end whatever you have with them for their own safety.”

     “But it wasn’t just for your safety this time. I did it for my sanity as well as yours. Do you know how many of my past relationships has ended as a result of the hate they receive? Basically, all of them. I realised too late that I loved you too, after spending a week without you in my arms I realised that I didn’t want a day like that ever again. But then I remembered all my past relationships and I couldn’t let you go through all the shit they had to. Not you because I had never loved anyone more than I love you.”

     “You can’t say that to me?” you cried out. “You can’t play with my feelings like that. You never wanted me before this pregnancy, why would I ever believe that you were genuine about wanting me now. You’re just in love with the idea of a family. But you’re not in love with me.” 

    “I love you; I swear I do, and I’ll keep telling you that until you get sick of it. I didn’t handle the situation well back then, but I swear I’ve changed as much as a man can change in eight months. We don’t have to jump into everything now but please let me be in your life. The both of yours.” He said reaching out to stroke your swollen stomach.

     “I’m only agreeing for now for the sake of our child, if we’re in contact we do it on my terms, I’m staying here-”

“-but”

     “I’m staying here with Sam, you can come to any other appointments I have and of course the birth, whenever that is. But that’s it for now.”

     “We just see where things go?”

     “Yeah, we’ll just see where things go.”

     You watched in awe as Harry sang softly into your stomach, maybe you’ll finally have your happy ending.

// 

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@harryisalittleshit @killerqueenishere

[voltage-obsessed-writer]

A simple plan

Partheno x MC (smut) requested by @otome-addict

You smirked as you made your way down the mansion hallway. He’s gonna love this, you thought. You were going to surprise Partheno by wearing some black lacy lingerie with a matching garter and belt underneath your coat. You had your hair flipped to the side, showing the neck that Partheno loved so much and your makeup was more seductive than usual(red lipstick n stuff like that). On your way you ran into Tauxolouve and Aigonorus; who were on their way to the lounge.

“Hi little lady, what brings you here?” While speaking his eyes trailed down to your exposed legs and the red stilettos you were wearing.

“Hey Lou, I’m just here to see Partheno. Is he in his room?” He just responded with a nod and a smirk. You smiled and shot him a wink before leaving knowing he knew your plans. Aigonorus looked over to Tauxolouve confused, but Tauxolouve just walking off mumbling about Partheno being a lucky guy.

Making it to his door you knocked multiple times before opening the door. “Partheno it’s me....” you trailed off as you scanned the room for him. He was at his desk engrossed in some paperwork. You stood behind him mesmerised by his beauty. He truly was the most beautiful god in the heavens. And he was ALL yours. You smirked as you went up behind him and hugged him, trying your best at a sultry voice you spoke, “Hey baby, I missed you~~” you finished it off by kissing his ear then neck.

He turned round looking shocked, “Hmm what brings you here MC” he looked at you puzzled.

You backed away “Oh I just felt like visiting...” as you spoke you slowly undid the belt on your coat, letting it slip off to reveal your attire. His eyes widened as his jaw dropped. His reaction gave you a boost of confidence as you got on his lap straddling him. “Am I not allowed to visit?” You whispered into his ear before biting it. Partheno bit his lips while his eyes traveled down your body.

“You know that’s not the case babe”

You pulled back slightly raising one of your brows, “Oh reallyy, then what is the case” You were both leaning towards each other as you spoke. Before he could answer you roughly pressed your lips to his. You both fought equally for dominance, but you eventually buckled under Partheno’s intensity. His tongue impatiently parted your lips and entered your mouth causing you to let out a deep moan. You were both passionate lovers, but this was something else. Partheno’s hands shifted down and gripped your thighs hard to make sure you didn’t fall as he quickly pushed you onto the desk. While his left hand was grasping your breast through your bra, he started to grind his crotch onto yours. The initial plan was to dominate and seduce him, but the glazed over look in his eyes made you immediately surrender to him. While he was unclasping your bra you tried to take his clothes off as quickly as you could. Being too far gone to care you roughly ripped his shirt off; making some buttons fly off in different directions. As you both pulled away from the kiss panting Partheno slid his hand down to your underwear and started to pull them down; with you helping by lifting yourself up. Now left bare in-front of him you suddenly felt quite self conscious and closed your legs.

“Uh uhh none of that now, you’ve turned me on too much” he shook his finger back and forth as he spoke, as if telling you off. Whilst your lips rejoined he unbuckled his belt and slid down his pants and boxers. Shuffling and taking a minute to compose yourself you looked down and gulped at his size; you’d never get used to it no matter how much you both had sex. You both looked at each other with pure lust as he asked if you were ready. One eager nod was all he needed to thrust fully into you; being too far gone for the usual foreplay. You let out a loud scream as his cock stretched your walls pleasantly. He pulled nearly all the way out just to go straight back in with even more force. His lips covered yours again drowning out your loud moans. You wrapped your arms around his neck, one of your hand intertwining with his hair to pull it. He grunted at your action as he quickened his pace.

“Nggg ah h-harder” you moan softly into his ear.

Smirking at your request he grabs your thighs and starts pounding into you at a different angle; hitting all the spots you wanted him too. Still wanting more you lock your legs around his waist pulling him closer to you. Partheno releasing this position isn't satisfying you enough he hastily lifts you up and shoves you against his door. The cold surface felt pleasant against your hot back. He started thrusting into you deeper and quicker.

“Ahhh yes hngg more!!” you could feel your walls twitch around him as your release approached. Complying with your request he angled his dick deeper and bit down onto your shoulder. Your head fell back as you screamed out his name in pure bliss. Clamping down onto him you rocked your hips riding out your orgasm. Partheno continued thrusting before releasing his seed into you. You both looked at each other panting and smiled.

“God what did I ever do to deserve you?” He asked while kissing your temple.

“The same could be said for you mister” you retorted while wrapping your arms around him, to pull him into a tight hug. He slowly pulled out, making sure to hold you so you didn’t fall. Once your feet touched the floor you almost fell due to your legs feeling weak.

“Heh guess I was a bit too rough” he laughed while helping steady you.

“Y’know that’s the way I like it though” shooting him a wink while he picked you up bridal style. Placing you gently upon the bed he slipped down next to you and hugged you from behind. Being wrapped in his warm embrace instantly helped you relax, while also making you drowsy. You turned to him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “I love you”.

Your smile warmed his soul, “I love you too” he cuddled you more pressing kisses into your neck and hair. The roughness had taken a toll on your body as you fell into a deep sleep; thoughts filled with Partheno.

~*Bonus Scene*~

You awoke a couple hours after your little rendezvous with Partheno feeling pleasantly sore. You shifted over to see where Partheno was. Huh? He’s gone. You sat up straight.

“P-partheno” your voice cracked and sounded very hoarse. You decided to go downstairs to see if he’s there; while also getting a glass of water.

“Shit” you mumbled out loud when you realised you didn’t have any spare clothes. You briefly scanned the room and spotted Partheno’s white shirt. That’ll do. Putting it on over your underwear you decided against putting your coat on as it was too hot. Looking at yourself in the mirror you noted: your hair was a mess, lipstick smeared, hickey very visible and his shirt wasn’t as baggy as you hoped so most of your legs were exposed. Eh fuck it. The gods were probably in the heavens anyway, it is late after all.

You crept through the corridor trying to be as quiet as possible, being caught in this state would be humiliating. Whilst sneaking you heard the door to Scorpio’s room open slightly, so you quickly hid behind the curtains. You only moved out when his loud stomps had disappeared as he made his way down the hall. Breathing a sigh of relief you continued your mini quest for water. Luckily you never encountered anyone else on your way to the kitchen. While you happily gulped down some water, you were oblivious to Ichthys standing a few metres away in the shadows. He smirked at your attire while a mischievous plan popped into his head. Ichthys snapped his fingers transporting you to the living room where some of the gods were relaxing. You opened your eyes after finishing your drink to see that you were now suddenly in the living room. Dropping your glass at the sound of someone spitting out their drink you turn around eyes wide. You saw 6 gods sitting there: Aigonorus asleep on the couch, Scorpio blushing beet red next to him, Leon leisurely relaxing on the chaise lounge, Dui who had spat out his tea, Karno looking shocked holding a book and finally Partheno sitting on the couch now smirking at you. Luckily Huedhaut wasn’t there, that would have been awkward. You were honestly too confused to be embarrassed, that was until Leon opened his mouth.

“Oh-Ho are you trying to seduce us all goldfish ??” He sat up crossing his legs(like that one cg). The situation finally clicked in your mind as you blushed and tried to no avail to cover yourself. You were too embarrassed to come up with a coherent sentence as you kept sputtering out random nonsense.

“What the hell woman!!! The frick you doin’ poppin’ in here wearing that!!” Scorpio wasn’t looking at you while he spoke. If you could dig a hole to crawl into you gladly would at this point. Why the hell am I here?!? Was all you could think.

“I Err I’m s-sorry” you squeaked out before looking over at Partheno pleadingly. Him seeming to enjoy this, so he didn’t do anything to stop them. Oh he was definitely gonna pay, but later cause right now you wanted to die. You awkwardly pulled at the hem of Partheno’s shirt, but you accidentally pulled it down too much revealing some cleavage and parts of your lingerie. Not releasing until it was too late. Leon started wolf whistling while saying cringey pick up lines. You looked down even more embarrassed as tears glazed your eyes. This finally made Partheno snap as he stood protectively in front of you.

“Oi leave her alone would ya” he angrily spoke while snapping his fingers to take you both back to his room. “What were you doing downstairs??” He pulled you into a hug to ease your nerves.

“I just went to get water and then puff I was in the living room” before you even finished the sentence you already knew who did it and judging by Partheno’s gaze he did too. Ichthys.

“I’m gonna kill him” he didn’t seem mad more like he was jealous that everyone saw you in this state. You were his after all. Now that you weren’t embarrassed you felt it was necessary to ease your boy’s jealousy.

Leaning up you whispered into his ear, “Before you do that how about me and you go for round two~~” he looked back at you eyes darkening in lust. Oh it was gonna be a looooong night.

[dragonslayer-5fanfiction]

My Burly Love Chapter 4

Alrighty, Chapter 4 is up. Chapter Five is in the works. 

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

We arrived at the gates of Rivendell and were greeted by an elf named Lindir, I think. We heard the thundering of hooves, and once again circled up. I couldn’t see the possibility of a threat here in Rivendell, so when they circled up, I wiggled my way out of the group. A horse came up to us, with an elf on it. 

“Gandalf!” 

“Lord Elrond!” They gave each other a hug and continued to talk in a strange language. As they spoke, I made my way to his beautiful horse. I went to pet it, but was quickly grabbed by a hand and pulled away. I turned to see who’s hand was in mine, my eyes landed on the one and only Dwalin.

“What was that for?” I whispered to him. I didn’t want to interrupt the conversation going on between Thorin, Gandalf, and Lord Elrond.

 “I don’t trust them.”

“Well that’s too bad. I do.” I huffed. He rolled his eyes and pulled me closer to him. “You’re not my dad, and you’re not my one, so stop trying to tell me what to do. Besides, I don’t see any way they could possibly be a threat to us. I simply want to pet the horse, so let me be.” I hissed. He just shook his head as I huffed and yanked my hand out of his grasp. I returned back to the horse and began to pet it completely ignoring the holes burning into my back from Dwalin’s stare. The conversation had ended and everyone had started to walk away, but I hadn’t noticed. I was too entranced with the horse. 

I felt a tapping my shoulder. I turned my head to see Lord Elrond standing  beside me.

“Thank you for allowing us to stay here,” I said graciously.

“It’s not an issue. I would rather you be safe here than out there in the wilderness. Would you like to clean up?” He asked. I nodded my head vigorously. “Follow me.” We turned and he led us away from the horse, “What brings you on a quest with dwarves?”

“I don’t know. I’m assuming fate had something to do with it. I managed to fall into this world. I don’t even know how, but at this point I’m just rolling with it.” I chuckled. “A bunch of random strangers? Sure. Trolls? No problem. Orcs? Easy. Wargs? Please. A dragon? Why not?” I laughed even harder at the end. 

He seemed  amused at my response, “You have no idea why you’re here or how you ended up here?” 

I shook my head. We continued walking in silence. We eventually stopped at a door. “This is where I leave you. I’ll come gather you for dinner in a bit.” He nodded and turned to leave. I smiled and waved as he walked away. 

I turned and headed into the room. There were a couple of elleths waiting for me. They guided me behind a screen where there was a bath waiting for me. I disrobed and stepped into the bath. It was a welcome change; the water was warm, and smelled like roses and vanilla. I grabbed the soap and scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed to get every bit of grime and dirt off of me. 

I stepped out of the bath once I finally felt like myself. There was a new set of clothes waiting for me on a chair. It was just a simple pair of pants and a shirt, but they actually fit and looked good on me! I let my hair down to air-dry, a luxury I haven’t been able to indulge in since the beginning of this journey

I turned to the elleths, “Thank you for the clothes, but what did you do with my other ones? They didn’t belong to me.”

“We washed and mended them.” She took a pile of clothes from behind her back and handed them to me. I gave her a small smile and thanked her once more before someone knocked on the door. I stepped out and Lord Elrond was there waiting for me. 

“How do you feel?” he asked. 

“Like a new woman. I’m clean and my clothes fit. It’s wonderful!” I smiled and we made small talk on the way the company. 

As we walked to where everyone was congregated, the room fell into silence and everyone was staring at me. I felt a little self conscious, especially since Dwalin was burning holes in me. So, I smiled and walked over to Bofur, “Here’s your shirt. Thank you for letting me borrow it.” He said a quick thank you and continued to eat. I walked up to Kili, “As fun as it was to be in your pants, I’m afraid I’m going to have to return them.” 

He gave me a smirk, “Lass you know you’re welcome in my pants any time.” 

I laughed and shook my head. I missed the killer glare that Dwalin sent Kili. I looked around and the only available seat was next to Dwalin. I sat down next to him. He didn’t seem to be in the mood for talking, so we ate dinner in silence. Well, he and I ate in silence. Everyone else was complaining about the dinner. No meat? They must be crazy. I on the other hand welcome the change in food. 

"Change the tune, why don't you? I feel like I'm at a funeral." Nori said to elfs playing the harp.

 "Did somebody die?" Oin replied.

"Alright, lads. There's only one thing for it.” Bofur says as he climbs on the table. “There’s an inn, an inn, a merry old inn. Beneath an old gray hill...” They started to hit the table to make a beat. Then everyone joined in the rest of the song:

“And there they brew a beer so brown 

The Man in the Moon 

Himself came down 

One night 

To drink his fill 

- Oh - 

The ostler has a tipsy cat 

That played a five-stringed fiddle 

And up and down he saws his bow 

Now squeaking high 

Now purring low 

Now sawing in the middle 

- So - 

The cat on the fiddle 

Played hey-diddle-diddle 

A drink that'll wake the dead 

He squeaked and he sawed 

And he quickened 

The tune 

And the landlord 

Shook the Man 

In the Moon 

'it's after Three!'”

By the end of the song, food was flying everywhere. They threw some towards Lindir, but missed and hit a statue instead. These guys sure know how to keep things lively. 

Eventually things died down somewhat; Thorin, Balin, and Bilbo left with Gandalf and Lord Elrond. I took this as my cue, and tapped Dwalin on the shoulder. 

“Can I speak with you privately?” He grunted in response, but stood up nonetheless. He held out his hand and helped me up, I grabbed it tighter when he went to pull away. Then I lead him away. We stopped on a balcony overlooking the gardens, by a waterfall. I just stood there staring out at the gardens, trying to ignore the awkward feeling around us. 

“What is it ye wanted to talk to me about?” 

I turned towards him, “I’m sorry about the way I acted towards you earlier. I shouldn’t have been so rude, you were only trying to keep me safe.” I looked away at the end, embarrassed. Saying sorry is never easy. 

“Hey, look at me please.” He asked. I looked up at him, “S’alright. I know ye, didn’t mean it. I should have let ya be. Yer right, Lord Elrond would never hurt us. I’m sorry.” I smiled and gave him a hug.

“I forgive you, and I have something for you.” I whispered in his ear. There was something that felt right being in his arms, I never wanted to leave. However, I pulled away reluctantly and handed him his cloak.  I turned to him with a smile on my face, “So when am I going to start training?”

“Well lass, tha’ depends on when the teacher has time. It won’t be tonight though.” He responded.

“Okay. Hmm, you know I hear my teacher is an okay fighter. Maybe if he doesn’t have time I'll ask someone else.” As soon as I finished my sentence I took off running towards the company. 

“AYE, LASS GET BACK HERE! YOUR TEACHER IS THE BEST!” He hollered as he chased after me. I burst into camp with a smile on my and hid behind Balin. 

“What is going on lass?” 

“I may have told your brother that he’s an okay fighter, and now he’s chasing after me.” He looked at me like I was crazy. “Please just protect me. Please.” I begged, as Dwalin came thundering into camp. Everyone stopped what they were doing to see what would happen. 

“Lass, ye can’t hide behind me own brother.” He came after me and Balin moved out of the way. “Now yer gonna get it.” He grabbed me and began to tickle me. 

“STOP! STOP! PLEASE, I CAN’T TAKE IT!”

“I’ll only stop when you tell me I’m the best warrior.” He let up a little expecting me to say what he wanted.

“Never.” He shrugged and tickled me even more. At this point I was wheezing and laughing and my sides hurt so bad.

“Fine-You-” wheeze, “are- the best” wheeze again, “best- warrior.” He stopped and I sat down trying to catch my breath. Everyone was laughing and in a few minutes they went back to what they were doing. I turned to Dwalin, “You are absolutely merciless. I don’t know how your enemies can take it.” He just smiled. The rest of the night was spent eating and singing. Eventually Thorin came returned. 

“We need to get to the mountain by Durin’s Day. Then and only then will the keyhole be shown.” Everyone was buzzing with excitement, but I fell asleep in the midst of it. The next day I woke up and while we were eating, we were told of the plan. We started to pack our things up. Gandalf left for an urgent meeting and we gathered the last of our things and headed on our way. I walked at the end of the group. Bilbo, had stopped and was staring at Rivendell, while everyone else continued on the path. 

“Master Baggins, I suggest you keep up.” Thorin said. I stopped and waited for Bilbo. He turned and we were on our way.

Chapter 5

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SG1

Season 2 episode 9

🚨trigger warning: mentions of rape in my notes🚨

"SECRETS"

Notes by me

- the chief from abydos! Also daniels father in law :)

- no glasses!Daniel in this scene

- I love how dedicated Daniel is to his space family and their culture😌 like this random Egyptian planet was like I'm gonna keep you! And he said okie dokie

- "I couldnt possibly be safer than in the company of tealc" AKDEOSNDJSJSSKA

- Jack wants to go back too lol

- Daniel back in his robes 💕

- back home for daniel! To abydos!

- Bodyguard!tealc

- apologizing to sha'res dad for not being able to find her yet 😟 its not your fault babe!

- SHA'RE??? YOUVE BEEN HERE THE WHOLE TIME WHAT THE FUCK

- tealc:

- shes pregnant and that is....really bad. If its one of the goaulds that raped her. This got dark real quick

- "husband!" "My daniel" I CANT HANDLE THIS IM ALREADY GOING INSANE

- he doesnt want to bring his hopes up that its actually her 😭

- hes shocked but like.....i would be too

- I was right its apophis kid :\ this so fucked up

- Host Baby??? Big Yikes

- okay I'm gonna say this right fucking now before i watch any more. If Daniel blames her and gets mad at her for being raped and getting pregnant WITHOUT her consent than i will personally come thru this screen and slap the fuck out of him

- meanwhile! Jack and Sam bonding time!

- SAMS DAD

- sha're thinking Daniel wont love her anymore :( she better be wrong or I'm throwing hands

- she said the goauld is Amunet? Is that the dog goddess? Or the crocodile? I'm getting my Egyptian gods mixed up

- Daniel sitting outside to Process™

- "hasnt she gone thru enough?" My brain stopped working I'm so happy hes not not blaming her. Writers for once youre doing something right

- man hes really emotional about this

- tealcs right they need to take her anyway for her own safety.

- do u think he sympathizes with her bc hes been raped too? Its not said but I feel like thats what it is. He knows it wasnt her fault. And that also means they can comfort each other about what happened to them😟bc they understand

- okay why is sams dad being a total dill hole

- "Ive heard nothing about you, sir." Jack youre not off to a great first impression

- Jack making sam smile with sly jokes

- her dad knows she be lyin about her job

- he wants her to go to space HAHA if only he knew. His tiny brain would explode

- Daniel said he loves her no matter what and then gave her a big hug im LOSING MY MIND

- are we keeping the baby??? Am I gonna see Dad!Daniel and mom!sha're ??? 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

- micheal shanks eyes are super blue in this episode for my viewing pleasure only

- protective!Daniel 😍

- I'm just remembering how they met and when she showed him the forbidden drawings in the caves and they spent days together just sharing knowledge. When he found out they were married(in her culture) and just completely accepted it. When he saved her bc he realised he was in love. When he stayed on abydos so that he could live a full life with her and her people because he felt like he belonged. I'm fine

- parents need to ask before they set up things like job interviews. I have personal experience with this and im full of rage

- this reporter literally having a recording of Jack talking about the stargate and Jack flatly denying it. Zero fucks given

- Daniel saying he wont force sha're into anything. Bc up to this point shes been forced into so much!! He knows he needs to let her make her own choices!!! He gets it!!!

- im sorry both Daniel and sha're are so pretty in his episode. My bisexual brain is just having a real good time looking👀

- I REALLY really love it when she calls him "my dan-yel" ❤❤❤

- the SGC has a mole???

- LABOR somebody boil water

- oh its my goauld mans with the sick earrings

- Daniel helping her give birth. Sitting behind her and helping her breathe. I'm love

- "this is where we hid from Ra remember?" Ajdjsisnana thats such a cool detail

- he'll never leave her again there goes my heart

- "It's O'Neill. With two L's. Theres another colonel O'Neil, but he has no sense of humor at all."

- dont you hate when youre about to uncover a huge government secret and then immediately get hit by a car

- shooting the zat gun into the camera was a cool directing choice 🔥

- sam: so I'm getting a medal for my service this week! Cool right?

Jacob Carter: I have cancer

- he could not have been any more blunt

- ok dude cant you just accept the fact that she cant tell you what her job? Dont you know what top secret means? Cant you just be proud of her for what she does already???? Dick

- "I will always love you!!"

- she is scared she will lose Daniel and the baby :(

- its a boy! 💙💙

- the goauld is back in control oh god Daniel run

- shes actually pretty scary as a goauld

- yeah ok shoot the woman who just gave birth tealc YEESH

- that was a good idea to frame Heru'hur tho

- Daniel hesitating to leave her again. My heart is breaking 😢

- they saved the baby at least

- poor sha're didnt even get to see her son 😔

- bringing the baby back to the grandfather was a good idea😊

- this baby is SO SO cute

- is Daniel a stepdad now. Is he gonna come back and play catch with the kid when hes older. Is he gonna fully adopt him. I want him to fully adopt him

- Jack blaming himself for the reporters death. You gotta stop doing this to yourself man

- black shirt Daniel 👀👀👀👀

- HAHA tealc shoving the jaffa into the vortex lmaooo

- "you dare challenge me?"

"I was thinking about it"

- WHEN JACK GRABS HIS KNIFE REAL QUICK AND SPEARS IT INTO APPOPHIS HAND

- she definitely saw them and didnt say anything

- "are you alright?"

"No. No im not.........but I will be."

"She looked directly at us, Daniel jackson. And yet she did not reveal our position." YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS LADS. Theres still hope for my girl. She can fight this I believe in her ✊😤

- I will say it again tho. This storyline for her is very fucked up. No excuses, its just a bit over used in sci fi for the women characters to have surprise pregnancies.

~

Whump under the cut

Tealc whump: fought with jaffa

Daniel jackson whump: shocked, emotional, crying, forced kneeling, back handed

Sam carter whump: emotional , crying

🎶listening to You Are The Reason by Calum Scott and Leona Lewis 🎶 in honor of Daniel and sha're making me lose my collective mind

No glasses!Daniel for most of the episode

[rainythefox]

Nightfall (Ch.7)

Synopsis: Pre-Resident Evil 1, slight-AU/Canon divergence. Claire Redfield comes home to visit her brother Chris for the holidays but gets caught up in a dangerous game of cat and mouse with Albert Wesker, the Captain of STARS, after stumbling upon dark secrets. She can't call the law; Wesker is the law, and she can't tell Chris. She is trapped...

Pre-RE1/RE2 fanfic. Wesker/Claire, Chris/Jill

Story Link

Chapter 7: The Woman in the Red Dress

It was a slow process to clean Claire's wounds and bandage them. Claire fidgeted the entire time as Wesker tended to her. He scolded her once, but she was more surprised by how gentle and proficient he was in the entire task. Wesker cleaned up the mess in the house afterwards while Claire remained on the couch, arms hugged to her chest, eyes going from her fresh bandages to the STARS Captain moving about. Pain pulsed from her ankle and hand but the wounds were much better now that they were bandaged. She was lucky. She didn’t need but a few stitches in her leg, and her hand had only a shallow gash.

The Doberman lied across from her on the floor, snout resting on one paw, amber eyes flicking from her to his master in the other room. Eventually, Wesker returned to the den, carrying Claire's boots and jacket that she had left on the back porch. He hung her jacket up, and placed her boots by the front door. The STARS Captain sat down across from her, the leather sofa bending to his weight. Odin lifted his head and peered at his master, his elegant, sleek head shiny and clean as he licked his chops. Wesker petted the Doberman around the tall, cropped ears, his dark smile directed towards Claire.

"So, I'm curious what story you plan to give Chris yet again for the trouble you keep getting yourself into."

Claire’s mouth fell slightly open, gawking at him. "You're…j-just going to let me go again?"

Wesker leaned back on the sofa. God were his grey-blue eyes piercing. "You are by no means getting out of punishment, dear heart. Everything you do has a consequence. You have value to me. However, if you do start to become more trouble than you are worth…which you came dangerously close to in your little “breaking and entering” escapade, then I will kill you. And that means dear big brother will have to follow. Do I make myself clear, Ms. Redfield?"

Claire ground her teeth. "Crystal. Fucking. Clear."

He sneered at her choice of words. "Good, so you better start coming up with a convincing narrative within the next few minutes."

Claire thought, mind racing for something believable. In the back of her mind she knew that Chris wasn't going to let this one go so easily. It didn't help that Wesker was getting more amusement out of this than she wanted. How was she supposed to explain her ankle and hand to her brother? A random attack from a strange dog on a normal walk could seem logical, but it wasn't likely, especially without making a scene. Chris would want details and proof. She couldn't just tell him that and expect him to shake his head. Chris would want to know where, what kind of dog, who owned it and what happened to the dog and if she called animal control or went to the hospital.

As she contemplated, Odin got to his paws with a soft growl-turned-whine, nails clicking on the wood floor as he trotted over to the front door. Wesker and Claire looked over just as the doorknob jingled. It opened soon after, and William Birkin stumbled in carrying an armload that included papers and folders, a set of keys, and a canteen of coffee. 

A donut was wedged in his mouth and it muffled his cheerful greeting. "Alright, got the body bags and it’s all clear to dump the body in the sewers below the Traini-” He stopped abruptly as soon as he spotted Claire on the couch.

The eccentric researcher looked between her and Wesker, arms shaking from balancing the mess in his arms as he took the donut from his mouth. He cleared his throat, casually smiled, and decided to say hello to the patient Doberman that was eyeing his breakfast.

"Hello, Odin! No, you cannot have my donut!" He patted the dog’s head and came around to Claire and Wesker. He frowned at his best friend after giving first Claire and then the living room a confused look over. "I thought you said someone broke into your house?"

Wesker sighed. "Why else would Claire be here?"

"Oh, well I'm surprised she's still alive." William produced a small, handsome smile for Claire. “No offense."

"None taken," Claire mumbled, surprised herself really.

Wesker stood up. His powerful, towering form had her heart flip flopping as he moved by her like a silent apex predator. "William, I need for you to drop Ms. Redfield off at her house. I must return to work."

William munched on his donut with a mild glare at his partner. "But I'm already an hour late to the lab! Trying to help you, no less. I mean do you ever think of body bags, Al? No, I do.”

“Then transport this quite alive body back to her home, no body bag required,” Wesker countered.

“Hey. Those spermatozoa are not gonna fertilize those ova by themselves, you know!" He winked at Claire. "I was not describing sex, per se, but that's the best way I can describe it without giving away any confidential details within my experiments."

"It's on the way, Will. Besides, the less chances of anyone seeing Claire and I together, the better. You are a stranger and so it wouldn’t draw as much attention.”

"Yeah, what's she going to tell her brother? That she's having an affair with a married man?" William snorted. He received glares from both Claire and Wesker. "Alright, alright, jeez! But you owe me for this, Albert! Big time! Like pick up Sherry from school for me one day or kill Victor Ulmer because he’s  so annoying for me big!"

Wesker ignored the frustrated researcher and turned to Claire. "Your lives are on the line, dear heart. Better have a convincing story to tell Chris by the time he gets home tonight. You still have no evidence against me. If I were you, I would not want Chris getting suspicious."

Claire slowly nodded, heart heavy and head hurting. She almost jumped when Wesker tenderly ran his fingers through her loose hair falling from her ponytail around her face. Again, her body reacted in tingling ways. He went over to the door and Claire noticed the small, pink backpack once again, the one she used as a shield against Odin, now ripped and torn. Wesker picked it up and shoved it hard into William’s chest, making his friend nearly lose his armful.

“Oof!”

“Sherry’s going to need a new backpack, thanks to Claire.”

William huffed, still trying to balance everything in his arms, glaring at his partner, and hobbled for the front door, mumbling under his breath.

SB...Sherry must be his daughter...

Claire followed William, looking down at the sitting Doberman. The dog cocked his head at her, peering at her curiously. Claire gingerly reached down at petted Odin on the head. He was tense at first but then quickly sniffed her hand and licked it. 

She gave one last look to Wesker, whose intense gaze remained on her. She couldn’t quite define it, his eyes on her felt predatory, but she felt he was going for a different kind of kill…She quickly grabbed up her stuff and left the house, if only to get away from his eyes that seemed to set her blood aflame, and got into William's BMW M3.

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The ride home with William was quiet only until the car was out of Aspen Circle before William started gabbing. Claire quickly got lost in his rambling, looking out the window and trying to think of what she was going to tell her brother. After yet another failed attempt to expose Wesker, Claire wondered if she was ever going to free herself and Chris. It seemed Wesker was always a few steps ahead. What Claire needed to do was find a way to get a few steps ahead of the crooked STARS Captain himself. She recalled Annette Birkin’s words when she was in the underground laboratory.

What was it called? NEST?

Annette had warned her to obey Wesker and not try and beat his game, that she would live longer if she did. Living longer still meant she would die in the end. She also said that the three people who knew Wesker the best and could help her escape were William, Colonel Sergei, and Ada Wong.

William was too loyal to Wesker and his research to help her. She glanced at William as he talked about earthworms and something she couldn't keep up with. His loyalty and friendship with Wesker wasn’t forced, blackmailed, or reined through fear or control. Which meant Claire wouldn’t be able to change his mind, whether he liked her or not. And she highly doubted she could find a way to turn them against each other. Both men were insanely clever, and knew each other just as much as they knew themselves. Like how Chris and Jill could almost know what the other was thinking, or could talk with silent cues and looks, Wesker and William were the same way, Claire deduced. It was a shame, for William was probably her best shot…

Colonel Sergei Vladimir, on the other hand, would kill her if he found out about her at all. The incident involving him within the walls of NEST convinced Claire that she certainly needed to avoid him. That was unfortunate as well, for Claire sensed that Sergei was digging for a way to get rid of Wesker once and for all…

And then there was the mysterious Ada Wong. All Annette had said about her was that if Claire had managed to meet Ada then she would be too deep in this mess to get out alive.

How far does this rabbit hole go? Claire was frustrated. Part of her wanted to dig deeper in all of this, find out what they were all hiding, expose whatever conspiracy that hid underneath Raccoon City. But another part of her was willing to let it all go if she could just get away from Wesker and return to her normal life, safe with her brother.

There were risks and dangers no matter what she did, even doing as Wesker said. It was all so confusing and stressful. Claire was lost on what to do.

As Claire pointed out Chris's house, William pulled up against the curb and looked over at her. "Well, here ya are. Good luck with your story for your brother. Just don't tell him it was Bigfoot. I tried that once, it didn't work."

When she didn’t answer at first, still mulling over her thoughts, lost, depressed, the researcher frowned and put the car in park. He sighed, turning slightly towards her. “I wish there was a way I could wipe your memory and let you go. I really do. You’re a nice girl...but...I can’t go against Albert. He’s my brother…He’s saved my life, my family, we’ve been through literal hell together.”

When she looked at him, his smile was small, sincere…piteous.

“I just want my life back.”

He slowly nodded, frowning. “I would take you at your word that wouldn’t tell a soul, Claire…but…”

“It’s not enough for Wesker, is it?”

William lowered his eyes. “That isn’t the problem with him. You unfortunately intrigue him in some way, and he wants to use you for something…something even  I don’t know about.”

“He said I could buy back my freedom if I did as he said. But surely he doesn’t mean that?”

William shrugged. “Albert’s word fluctuates…depends on who it is. His word is solid with me, but could be deceptive with another. Depends on what it gets him in the end, I suppose. I will tell you this…the more he likes you, the more probable his word is truthful. And contrary to what it looks like, Claire, Al likes you a lot. You would’ve been dead a long time ago if he didn’t.”

He noticed the way she flinched. Wesker liked her? Yeah, right… Probably for amusement and nothing more. She was something he could use, exploit…she was a tool to him.

“Yeah, for some kind of twisted entertainment, I’m sure.”

“Maybe a little,” Will admitted with a chuckle. “But he’s way more complex than that. Trust me, it’s a good thing he likes you…play it right, and you and your brother may just make it out of this alive. There’s something special about you, Claire…even I can see that. Al knows what it is, and he’s giving you a chance that he’s never given anyone else. Remember that.”

Claire slowly nodded, her gut twisting and heart somersaulting at the same time from his words. She pulled on the door handle to get out and then paused, looking at the eccentric researcher as he opened a water bottle to get a drink.

“Who’s Ada Wong?”

William choked, sputtering and dribbling water on his shirt. His eyes went wide, coughing as he wiped his shirt. “Uh, A-Ada who? She sounds Chinese. I can’t speak Chinese. Albert can, but I can’t! I don’t know this lady!”

“Whoa, settle down,” Claire replied. “Annette mentioned her when we spoke yesterday. She said you, that Sergei guy, and Ada know Wesker best. How he works anyway…”

He squinted one eye, wary. “As in…to help you?”

Claire shrugged.

“She is the only one to beat Al at his own game.” He noticed the way Claire lit up and quickly added, “ But  they are allies. Besides…she’s bad news. Even more so than Sergei.”

Claire deflated, slowly nodding. Well, it was worth a try. She pulled the car door open and went to get out, but William wasn’t done.

“Take my word, Claire… please. Just listen to Albert. It’s your best bet.”

Claire weakly smiled at him. “Thanks, William.”

She got out of the car and shut the door. William pulled away and drove off. Claire watched him go, a frown slowly taking over. Never had Claire ever felt so alone and lost. If only she could turn back time or wish herself out of this.

But this isn’t a storybook, she thought. No fairy godmother or knight can save me from this dragon…No matter what…I have to protect Chris…

“You didn’t have to come all the way down here just to have lunch with me.”

John Clemens was a simple man. Smart and not bad looking. He was good-natured and not all that ambitious, odd for the type of work he did in the subterranean research department beneath the Spencer estate. Most of all, he was boring. And given the type of men that Ada Wong spent most of her time with, this was what she loved about John the most.

She smiled. “I promised, didn’t I?”

The fancy Umbrella cafeteria had quite a few other patrons enjoying their meals around them. And most were still nose deep in their work and notes even as they ate. John returned the Eurasian beauty’s smile, placing her plate and drink in front of her before sitting down with his.

Ada wore a slimming red dress that stopped just above her knees, black leggings, and black fur-lined boots. A black fur coat and red scarf was sat aside in her seat, as it was plenty warm down here in the underground facility.

“I know, but you just got back from assignment, and well, you should rest awhile.”

Ada sipped on her water. “I’m flattered, John. But I’ll be okay. How are things holding up with you?”

“Deadlines, deadlines, deadlines,” John shook his head. “We’re all exhausted. But making headway.”

“You’ll get through it. You always do.”

“We make do,” John joked. “We aren’t Spencer’s golden-boy like Birkin is. Sometimes I wonder what it’s like to work in a state-of-the-art facility such as the NEST. Must be nice.”

“Why don’t you ask for a transfer? You and William get along pretty well.”

“William’s fine when he’s by himself...usually. Not so much with Wesker around. Nothing but trouble, them two together. I want no part in it. People end up dead or missing with them involved.”

Ada jabbed her fork into her grilled chicken salad, smiling in amusement. “Oh John. They’re harmless.”

“Harmless? Are we talking about the same fellas here? You do know that Wesker killed Finley the other day, right? And it’s not the first time he’s sent someone to the morgue. Rumor is he killed Crawford, too. Guy can literally get away with murder and Spencer doesn’t even bat an eye.”

“It’s Albert’s job to eliminate threats. Just as mine. You have nothing to worry about. He’s a teddy bear, you just have to know how to deal with him.” She winked at her lunch date.

John’s brows rose to his hairline. “I…honestly can’t tell if you’re joking or not.”

Ada laughed. “Eat your food.”

They both ate their lunch and caught up since Ada had been gone for nearly three weeks on missions. John rambled about mostly boring things, but Ada let him, because the spark in his eye to have someone to talk to that wasn’t work related made her feel good. Made her feel as though she was making his day.

But it soon came to an end when the cafeteria grew quiet, a dark figure emerging into the vastly white-walled hall. Colonel Sergei Vladimir peered around, and when his one icy gray eye spotted Ada and John, he marched their way. John hunkered like a frightened rabbit. Ada sighed, unintimidated and got a drink of her water. She assumed he was searching for her.

When the tall, burly man reached their booth, he only glared momentarily at John before focusing on the female agent. “Ada Wong.”

Ada smiled sardonically at him, bobbing one crossed leg. “Why if it isn’t the big bad, scary leader of the UBCS. How may I help you, Colonel?”

“Due to the recent murder of a researcher and the possible research breach, clearance to this laboratory is written permit only. And you did not get that clearance from me.”

“Hmm…forgive me, Colonel, but last I recall, you're not my supervisor. You have a problem with it, go to Lord Spencer.”

John gave her a look as though she was crazy to poke the bear towering over them.

Sergei only chuckled at her words. “Funny you should mention Lord Spencer. I have a job for you, one he has approved. Shall we, gospozha?”

Ada sighed, frowning. “There goes my vacation. Please excuse me, John. I’m sorry.”

She got up. The simple, boring researcher she actually liked merely smiled and nodded. “It’s alright, Ada. It was nice seeing you. Take care.”

“Don’t overwork yourself, hun,” she said and pecked him chastely on the cheek before grabbing up her coat and scarf and leaving the cafeteria with Sergei.

She followed the Colonel all the way up to the surface and back into the Spencer estate. For the time of day it was, many residents were out and about, coming and going within the labyrinth of hallways and grand rooms. And while Sergei didn’t bother greeting anyone as he led her to his office, Ada wasn’t shy and greeted most people she knew.

Sergei’s office was once a study, turned more into an armory. He had a large mahogany desk with some chairs and he offered her a seat before sitting himself. Ada crossed one leg when she sat, looking about. It had been awhile since she had last been here. Sergei’s choice in interior decorating was still atrocious.

“So, what’s this big, secret mission you want me to do?” Ada asked, half bored.

Sergei placed his massive fists on the desk, lacing them, staring directly at her, expression unreadable. “As you already know, Melvin Crawford was murdered last week.”

Ada contained the urge to roll her eyes. “Yes. There’s been an investigation and there was evidence of him selling classified information, as you’ve stated earlier. So what? He was a threat and a nuisance in my humble opinion.”

“I have evidence and resources that may prove otherwise,” Sergei said. “I simply want to make sure that ‘ol Crawford gets the justice he deserves.”

“Oh, boy. So where does that put me?”

“Lord Spencer recently permitted Wesker and Birkin to eliminate Ned Finley in response to the threat of a research breach.”

“Good for them. I hated that guy.”

Sergei glared at her. “Finley may have also been wronged, Miss Wong. You fail to see where I am going with this.”

The female spy did roll her eyes that time, and she sat more forward next, staring the Colonel directly in the eye. “I know exactly where this is going. You want me to snoop around on Albert, and see if he’s behind any of this.”

Sergei softly chuckled. “Well, in a way, you are correct. But there is something else. Wesker may have a civilian who witnessed him killing Finley under his control. He was supposed to dispose of her, and I have a feeling he never did. I want you to find out if she is still alive and what he plans on doing with her. If she is alive I want you to dispose of her and bring any and all evidence against Wesker to me.”

Ada laughed. “So let me get this straight. You want me to spy on and find evidence against a man who manipulates evidence and does counterintelligence on a daily basis? Sounds like you're grasping for straws here, Colonel.”

“Oh, but you’re the best, gospozha. That’s what Lord Spencer said.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere with me.”

“Well, to be honest, I did have one problem with you doing this assignment. I hear you and Wesker are close. There’s rumors of an affair and everything.”

Ada smirked. “Why Colonel, that sounds scandalous! But a lady never kisses and tells, don’t you know that?”

“Will this be a conflict of interest for you, Miss Wong?”

The agent leaned back in her chair, arms casually melding over the arm rests, a crimson smile concealing secrets. “Of course not. It is my duty to serve Lord Spencer, not matter what.”

Sergei studied her, digging for deceit. But he wouldn’t find it, for Ada Wong was like a chameleon, always shifting seamlessly in disguises.

He finally nodded, expression unreadable. “Meet with Chief Irons. He’ll fill you in on all the details. In confidence, Miss Wong. We cannot let Wesker get wind of this.”

Ada stood gracefully, hips slightly swaying as she departed. “I don’t tell you how to do your job, Colonel, so don’t tell me how to do mine.” She paused briefly in the threshold, glancing back at him. “And seriously, hang a few pictures or get a few potted plants, your office is such a drag.”

She left, conveniently missing the dark smirk on the Colonel’s face and the whispered “zmeya” to her back.

Her heels clicked loudly on the wooden floors of the estate. Ada frowned, knowing she had her work cut out for her. Albert, what the hell are you up to now?

After her morning of pure hell, Claire, defeated, reluctantly licked her wounds while also struggling to come up with an explanation for Chris. When nothing would come to her, she decided to stop fretting and tried to get her mind off of things. She read for awhile, talked to some friends on the phone. Studying didn’t work much. Seemed like survival was more important than college exams at the moment.

After a long, hot shower, she changed her bandages. The wounds still ached, but Claire couldn’t help but be impressed by Wesker’s clean handiwork. The sutures on her ankle looked like a doctor had did them. Still, she did the bare minimum to bandage them. If only to make it look like it wasn’t as bad as it was to fool Chris. It hurt to walk on her leg that the Doberman had bitten, but at least she could do so without limping. She was damn lucky.

By the time Chris got home that evening, Claire had cooked dinner, and it was hot and ready when she heard Jill’s Mustang pull into the driveway. But when no one came through the front door at first, she went to the window and peeked out, ignoring the way her heart rate rose. She ended up sighing in relief, smiling at the sight.

Chris and Jill gabbed away inside the car, grinning and laughing. Chris was extra animated, probably telling some crazy story that had Jill nearly in tears. Claire left the best friends be, wondering if they would ever go to the next step, where she knew their hearts secretly were.

As soon as her older brother walked through the door a bit later, he could smell the meal lofting through the house, fish and rice with salad and bread.

“Hey Sis, that smells delicious!” Chris greeted with a grin as he walked into the kitchen. He slipped out of his utility belt and weapons.

“Thanks!” Claire was relieved to see him, hear his voice. After the day she had, she was craving quality time with him. She decided to save her usual Jill teasing for later. “I thought you would be hungry after such a long day. I hope you like it.”

“Course I will. So, how was your day?”

They started making their plates. Claire calmly shrugged. “Alright, I guess. Just went to a few places, went shopping with some friends.” Broke into your crazy Captain’s house and almost got eaten by his dog…

When she handed her brother his drink, he immediately noticed her bandaged hand.  Shit…

“Whoa, what happened to your hand?”

Claire inwardly panicked, but fluidly shrugged it off on the outside as no big deal. “Oh this? It’s just a scratch. I was a total klutz and slipped on some ice earlier. Was trying some of your cool ice skating moves.”

Chris was worried, but as soon as she joked about his ice skating, he gave her a look. “Ha ha, very funny.”

Her chest exploded in relief. He fell for it. She felt sick lying to him, but she had to keep him safe. She was just glad her bigger wound was hidden under the leg of her pants. She wasn’t about to tell him about that one if she could help it.

Claire playfully smacked his shoulder. “Guess I’ll leave the clumsy ice skating to you.”

Chris laughed. “Nah, I think even I will pass on that.”

The siblings sat down at ate dinner. Chris talked about his day at work. Mostly accidents and paperwork today. He and Jill got into a prank war with Forest and Joseph. Brad and Edward Dewey got dragged into it. Somehow one of the pranks misfired and hit Enrico instead, in which the STARS Vice-Captain vowed payback. Each time Chris mentioned Wesker, Claire flinched. Claire made up her story of most of her day. The truth didn't come out until she talked about what she did at home. They discussed Christmas, which was still a little over a week away. Chris wanted to throw a party. He and Jill were thinking Barry's house, because the man owned the biggest house out of the STARS team.

After dinner, the Redfield siblings did the dishes together and cleaned up. When Chris went to take a shower, Claire claimed the couch and watched T.V. The news was mostly background noise to her, as she slipped into deep thought of her crisis once again. Nearly three days since she stumbled upon Wesker and William on the Arklay trails, and she had yet to find a solution. She was running out of time. Then again, it was starting to look like she really didn’t have a choice other than to do as Wesker said…

“Hello? You in there?”

“Huh?” Claire blinked, looking over at Chris after he waved a hand in her face. He looked slightly concerned, but Claire quickly smiled. “Sorry Bro, was zoned out thinking of college classes again.”

There was a hint of skepticism in her brother’s expression, but he didn’t push it. “I asked if you would mind giving me a ride to work in the morning.”

“Oh sure…no problem.”

They watched one of their favorite crime dramas together. Claire was pulled back into her thoughts, trying to think of an escape. But with what happened with Chief Irons and breaking into Wesker’s house, she feared she couldn’t risk anything else. Chris’s safety was her top priority now. She swallowed…even if that meant giving into Wesker.

She didn’t notice her brother’s eyes on her, the television program left forgotten for the both of them…

At the crack of dawn, Chris slipped into the RPD half-asleep. Claire dropped him off in the truck and drove back home. On auto-pilot, he made his way through the busy main hall and waiting area. He overheard a frantic woman talking with Marvin Branagh about her missing husband. Marvin looked away long enough to give Chris a nod in greeting, and Chris returned it before the police lieutenant wrote down notes on the lady’s problem.

“Please, it isn’t like Ned to up and disappear like this!”

“Mrs. Finley, I understand you’re upset, but I assure you we will do all in our power to find your husband,” Marvin told her gently.

Good ‘ol honorable Marvin. One of the best officers on the force in Chris’s opinion. He left them be and made his way to the break room for a much needed cup (or four) of fresh coffee. There were a few other officers in the break room taking advantage of coffee and breakfast. He mostly ignored their holiday plans exchange and poured some black coffee into a styrofoam cup, steam curling out of the rim and the aroma hitting his nostrils, touching his very soul. He was about to pour himself a second when a uniformed officer walked up and joined him.

“Good morning, Chris. How’s the ace shooter?”

Chris grinned, shaking hands with the older officer. Ralph Hendricks. He lived at the end of the same block that Chris did. The older man was fit for his age. Chris would see him jogging on the sidewalk throughout the neighborhood many times. He had been on the force for nearly twenty years. If Chris remembered right, he was in his early fifties.

"Heya, Ralph! Haven't seen ya in awhile!" Chris greeted as he fixed both his cups of coffee with very little sugar and creamer.

Ralph poured his own cup with a chuckle. "Yeah, just got back from vacation the other day."

"Really? Well, you don't know how much I’d like to take a vacation right now and head south for the winter," Chris replied. “Far south. Tahiti, maybe.”

"Aw come now, Chris, nothing beats dreary Raccoon City winter," Ralph joked.

"No kidding. I think I've seen enough snow for a lifetime."

“Saw Claire yesterday. Didn’t know she was in visiting.”

Chris nodded. “Ya she’s down for winter break.”

Ralph doctored up his coffee with some creamer and stirred it. “Good, good, I know she wasn’t able to come in for Thanksgiving. I saw her get out of a super fancy BMW in front of your house. Didn’t recognize the guy she was with, but he was a bit older. Must’ve been a friend of hers.”

Chris froze, his gut clenching. He didn’t say anything at first, mind reeling back to Claire’s story last night on what she did all day yesterday. She told him she drove the truck around. She never mentioned getting dropped off at the house. And Chris may not have known all of her friends, but "a bit older" man and BMW seemed oddly…unlike Claire. Had she lied to him yesterday? She had been acting weird the last couple of days…

“Oh…maybe,” he mumbled. “Not sure.”

“She hurt her ankle somehow? I noticed the bandages.”

Chris looked hard at Ralph then. The older officer noticed Chris’s confusion. “Oh, you didn’t know?”

Chris quickly covered his inner conflict with a smile. “Course I did. She slipped on some ice. She sure is clumsy sometimes!”

Ralph barely nodded, unsure. He raised his steaming coffee. “Well, I better get to the eastern office and see what’s going on. I’ll catch ya later, Chris.”

“Hey, Ralph…you didn’t happen to get the license plate number to that BMW, did you?”

The older officer paused, turning and looking at Chris. He shook his head. “Sorry, I didn’t. Eyes aren’t what they used to be. I know the guy was blond though…looked like a doctor maybe.”

Chris picked up both of his cups of coffee, nodding at his neighbor. “Thanks, Ralph. See ya around.”

The older Redfield sibling walked the rest of the way to the STARS office half in thought, wondering what the hell he had missed. He didn’t know Claire’s ankle was injured too. She never mentioned it. And then she apparently lied about being dropped off at his house yesterday. Her behavior had been off, but Chris assumed it was the stress of the holidays. Who was the man that she was seen with? And was Claire really telling the truth about slipping on ice?

Don’t jump to conclusions…Claire’s never given you a reason to doubt her.

He was quite protective of her though, and Chris felt those brotherly instincts waking up now, warning him that something just didn’t seem right.

He reluctantly put the thoughts aside as he entered the STARS office, knowing he had to focus on his job for now. He looked around. Jill still wasn’t here, but would be in any time. He saw Wesker, Enrico, and Barry going over some paperwork by the communications panel. Richard, Forest, and Brad were off today, and so he found Kenneth, Joseph, and Edward at their desks, typing on their computers or flipping through folders.

Chris waved at them all, coffee cups in hand, and went to his desk. He sat both cups down and turned on his computer, although he still zoned out, thinking about Claire. It wasn’t until a pen smacked him in the face that he looked up and across from him at Joseph.

“Huh?”

“Geez Redfield, maybe you should down one of them coffees and wake your ass up.”

Chris glared at him playfully. “Shut it, Frost. What is it?”

“I said you look like shit. What’s eating you?”

Chris shrugged. “I don’t know…Claire’s been acting kinda strange the past couple of days. Trying to figure out what’s up.”

“Maybe she’s planning something for Christmas?” Edward offered innocently.

“Oh, like a party or a present?” Joseph asked. “Then again, she is a wild college girl. Maybe she’s getting into trouble. Or running around with an older guy or something.”

“You want throat punched? Because that’s a good way to get throat punched,” Chris warned.

Kenneth laughed on the other side of him. “Damn Redfield, you sound like Burton when I was joking ‘bout his girls hitting them crazy teenage years.”

Barry raised his head in the middle of the Captains. “Damn straight, Sullivan! I don’t even wanna think about it. Chris, don’t listen to those idiots. Claire’s probably planning something to surprise you. Hell, Jill’s probably in on it, too. They’re clever like that.”

“Claire’s a good girl, Chris, you have nothing to worry about, my boy,” Enrico added.

“I dunno,” Joseph said with a shit-eating grin, spinning in his chair towards Wesker, Enrico, and Barry. “Rumor is, Claire gave dear Captain Wesker quite the griping out and practically scared him into giving Chris more time off.”

“Well, now that you mention it, Frost,” Wesker said, taking up Barry and Enrico’s papers. “Ms. Redfield does have more balls than you. Perhaps you should take some pointers?”

“Oohhhhhhh, burnnnnn,” Edward chortled.

Joseph’s face fell, earning him a pitiful pat on the back from Kenneth. “Wow…I feel the love, Captain.”

“So much love, I cannot stand it,” Wesker said wryly as he went over to the filing cabinet by the armory. “At any rate, Chris, Barry and Enrico are correct. I’m sure you have nothing to worry about. Best not let the class clowns get under your skin.”

“Class clowns?” Joseph whined. “Now you’re just being spiteful!”

Chris laughed at his team, feeling better. He was lucky to have such good friends and teammates he could count on. “Thanks, everyone.”

They all got to work. Wesker and Enrico retreated into Wesker’s office as they often did to discuss scheduling, meetings, and managing of both Alpha and Bravo Teams. Chris had just signed into his computer when Jill finally arrived, running late. She peeked her head into the Captain’s door for only a moment before she came over to her desk next to Chris. She placed her keys, a cup of coffee, and a half-eaten pear on her desk. Chris grinned at her as she sat down, his previous worries revolving around his sister suddenly dissipating to the back of his mind once Jill smiled at him.

“You’re late, Ms. Valentine! Don’t become like Frost now.”

“Hey, I heard that!”

They all snickered. Jill turned her computer on and took a big drink of coffee. “Yeah, got caught up in morning rush and there was an accident.”

Chris motioned to the half-eaten fruit on her desk. "A pear for breakfast?"

She smacked him in the shoulder, grinning. "Yeah…why?"

"Don't you want something that will actually fill you up?"

"Like what?"

"Well, the good stuff, obviously. Bacon, eggs, toast, etc."

"Yeah, how about you ask Wesker if you can go to the break room and whip us all up a nice breakfast like that?" Jill laughed. She took a small bite out of her pear and chewed enthusiastically.

"Oh, make me one of your fancy omelets, Chris," Barry stated, not looking up from his paperwork.

“Make that two!” Joseph hollered.

Chris glared at his partner. "Fine, enjoy your pear. I'm going to enjoy one of my fancy protein bars."

Jill had a mischievous glint in her eyes. "The kind that tastes like cardboard? Yep, I will indeed enjoy my pear then."

Their peaceful morning doing paperwork didn’t last long before they got a call on an apartment fire. And thus started Chris’s hectic day.

Ada read through Claire Redfield’s profile on her little spy gadget masquerading as a normal pager. She had looked her up on her laptop earlier back at the estate which had also included photos. Chief Brian Irons was one of her least favorite people, but Ada still followed Sergei’s order and talked to him.  Ironically, Irons was unwilling to talk. And Ada was quite sure this had something do with Albert. The Chief told her he was mistaken before and that she should leave him alone.

Normally, getting out of talking to the creep was fine by her, but Ada couldn’t help but feel Irons was hiding something. Despite making her skin crawl, Brian Irons wasn’t one to scare easily, and so that only left just a couple of people that would make his sorry ass be as tight lipped and nervous as a convict in church.

Regardless, Ada didn’t need him to get on Claire’s trail. She watched the Redfield house all day long, having broken into the house across the street. The house was decorated nicely and she snacked on some of the residents’ food while they were away at work. It was quiet and rather uninteresting all day until she saw William Birkin drop the girl off, which really peaked her interest. This has Albert written all over it…

She spied on the college girl while she was in the house, and even after her brother got home. She listened in on their conversations using some bugs she planted. Claire didn’t seem like a threat, just a normal, hard-headed college girl in town visiting her brother. Ada was confused why Albert would be so interested in her. She left quietly and tracelessly once the owners of the house she was hiding out in returned.

The agent returned early the next morning in a rental car, a lonely stake-out just down the street from the dark Redfield home. Once lights started popping on, Ada tuned into her bugs once more to hear the siblings’ conversations. Still, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, even after the two left in Chris’s truck. Claire would drop off her brother at the Raccoon Police Department and return here.

Ada was tempted to send Albert a coded message. They needed to talk. There would be no avoiding it, as she was confused about exactly what he was planning. But mostly because she knew he would find out eventually that she was snooping about.

She would need to talk to William as well, although Ada knew she needed to handle that in a particular way. William was always an extension of Albert, and visa-versa, the two always holding some strange, unbreakable loyalty to each other. Loyalty that Sergei would pay millions to find a way to break...

She decided to hold off for now, though. Instead, she thought maybe meeting Claire in secret could get her more answers. They just needed some neutral ground…

Ada slid the note underneath the front door and slipped away like a phantom, unnoticed and illusive.

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Lore Episode 31: Lost and Found (Transcript) - 4th April 2016

tw: murder, gore, blood, human remains, cannibalism

Disclaimer: This transcript is entirely non-profit and fan-made. All credit for this content goes to Aaron Mahnke, creator of Lore podcast. It is by a fan, for fans, and meant to make the content of the podcast more accessible to all. Also, there may be mistakes, despite rigorous re-reading on my part. Feel free to point them out, but please be nice!

Teenagers have a tendency to get up to mischief when they’re bored, that’s as true today as it ever has been. So, when four teenage boys found themselves with a spring afternoon on their hands, they did what any English lad might have done in 1943 – they went poaching. They were only hunting birds’ nests, really. It was April and spring meant nests full of eggs, so they went exploring in their area of Stourbridge, there in the midlands of England. Over the course of that afternoon, their search brought them to a private park known as Hegley Woods, and that’s where they saw the tree. It was a massive elm with an overgrown trunk that looked more like a hedgehog than a plant, with thin, whispy branches that stuck out toward the sky. Locals called it the “Wych Elm”. It was strong, it was climbable, and most importantly it was perfect for nesting, so one of the boys scaled up the side. When he reached the top and began to look for nests, he found something entirely different – a skull was staring up at him from the hollow centre of the tree. The boy assumed it was from an animal and plucked it free from the branches. That’s when he noticed how large it was, and the patches of hair that were still attached to it – human hair. The grisly discovery kicked off one of the biggest unsolved mysteries in modern England. Beneath the skull, lodged in the hollow centre of the tree, was a complete skeleton. It belonged to a young woman of unknown origin and unknown identity. No one stepped forward to claim the body, no killer was ever found, but the public fell in love, and named her, and to this day people still wonder: who put Bella in the wych tree? Humans, you see, are fascinated by dead bodies. They’re the centrepiece of countless mystery stories and a vivid reminder of our own mortality. We can see that fascination in both the innocent wonder of films like Stand by Me and the gruesome realism of CSI. Real life, though, is more complex, it’s more dark than we’d care to admit, and while the odds are good that most people won’t ever stumble upon a dead body, it’s a lot more common than you’d expect. Corpses should be hard to come by, but unfortunately that couldn’t be further from the truth. I’m Aaron Mahnke and this is Lore.

In February of 2013, a number of guests at the Cecil Hotel in Los Angeles called down to the front desk to complain about the water in their rooms. Some described how their shower would run black before clearing up, others complained of the odd taste and odour, and that age-old compaint that we all know and love, poor water pressure, popped up time and time again. So, the maintenance crew was sent up to the roof where the hotel kept water tanks used to supply the rooms, and it’s one of the tanks that they discovered a body. A human body, no less, and it had been there for weeks. It turned out to be a missing woman named Elisa Lam. Her parents had reported her missing in early February, but she had been seen last there in the hotel on the 31st of January, and it had been her decomposing body that had been altering the hotel’s water supply. Finding bodies in unusual places isn’t a new thing, though, and it’s not uncommon, either. In January of 1984, three students from Columbia University were walking home to their dorm when they passed an old carpet, rolled up and discarded on the side of the street. Now, like a lot of you, I’ve been to college, so I think we can all agree that curbside discoveries are frequently wonderful. A random desk, or that ugly couch that’s way too comfortable to be ignored. So, it’s hard to blame these three students for bringing the rug home. When they unrolled it, though, they found a body inside. The man, roughly 20 years old, had been shot to death, as was evident from the bullet holes in his forehead. Needless to say, they didn’t keep the rug and the police were brought in to do a full investigation. In December of 1982, staff were called to a room in a hotel in New Burgen, New Jersey. Occupants complained of a powerful odour in the room, and they weren’t the first. For a number of days leading up to the call, each guest had complained of the same thing, and it seemed to be getting worse. The motel staff finally discovered why: it was the body of Gary Smith, who had been killed by his autotheft partners and stuffed beneath the bed in the room. They had poisoned his hamburger then strangled him when waiting got too hard, and finally hid the evidence beneath the mattress.

In 2011, Abbeville National Bank in Louisiana began renovations to their second floor, an area they had used for storage for decades. Running between the storage area and the active bank facilities was a chimney, and it was just inside the first floor fireplace where workers discovered a few small bones. Climbing inside the fireplace and looking up, they found the source. A body, now little more than a skeleton, had been lodged in the flue. Dental records connected the skeleton to a man reported missing 27 years earlier, in 1984. The man had a criminal record and had been in trouble with the law shortly before his disappearance. Police can’t prove why he was in the chimney, but given the proximity to the bank I feel its safe to guess that he’d been trying to rob it, Santa Claus style. In November of 2011, Russian police raided the home of a historian named Anatoly Moskvin. Inside, they found 29 life-sized dolls, all women, all dressed in fancy clothing. But they weren’t dolls at all. Moskvin, it turns out, was a graverobber with a fetish. For years, the historian had been visiting cemeteries all over western Russia, as many as 750 by some counts, and occasionally brought home corpses that “interested” him. All were females between the ages of 15 and 30, and all had been dead for a very long time. It seems, if we’re to believe the newspapers and media outlets, that stumbling upon a corpse isn’t as rare a thing as we might expect. Maybe it’s a product of the times – with more and more people on the planet, I suppose the odds keep going up that we’ll eventually open a wall or dig a garden bed and find a body. But some bodies are intentionally harder to find. Some killers go to great lengths to hide the evidence of their dirty deeds, and that’s really the core of these stories, isn’t it? Because hiding a body is about more than just making an object disappear. It’s about concealing a crime and escaping the consequences. The trouble is, when those hidden bodies are found, their stories often reveal the greatest horrors of all.

She wasn’t always known as Kate Webster. Sure, when she gave birth to her son in 1874, that was the surname she passed on to him. She claimed to have married a sailor named Webster, but he had died. A decade earlier, though, she had been someone else entirely. Kate Webster had been born Katherine Lawler to a poor family in a small, Irish village in 1849. While most children might have helped out at home or perhaps played with toys, Katherine grew up fast. She spent her childhood learning to pickpocket, and judging by the way the rest of her life played out, it’s a skill she’d been born with. At the age of 15 she was caught and imprisoned for a short time, but by 17, she managed to steal enough money to secure herself passage on a boat to England. But she didn’t use her journey as a chance to make a fresh start. No, Katherine Lawler just kept upping her game. Within a year of arriving in Liverpool, she was caught stealing and sentenced to four years in prison. Once released, she found work cleaning houses in London, as well as working as a prostitute – and then she became pregnant. The father, according to Kate, was a man she called “Mr. Strong”. He’d been her friend, her lover, and her partner in crime for many months, but when he learnt of the pregnancy he abandoned her. Her son, John Webster, was born in April of 1874, and those who knew her couldn’t help but wonder: would this help Kate change her ways? The answer, it turns out, was a clear and obvious no.

Rather than seek reform, Kate simply evolved. She would rent a room in a boarding house and once there, she would begin to sell off the furnishings in her room. When everything was gone, she’d move on and repeat the crime elsewhere. Another thing she repeated, sadly, was prison time. In 1875, while her son John was only a year old, Kate began serving an 18 month term in Wandsworth Prison there in London. It was one of the many stints in police custody, even though she moved around a lot and used various aliases to disguise herself. And all the while, her friend, Sarah Crease, helped by watching and caring for young John. Some think Sarah was an enabler, that she gave Kate the freedom to live her life of crime without the burden of parenthood, but others view Sarah as a hopeful friend. She saw a young boy who needed looking after and she did her best to help out. She also tried to get Kate a real, honest job, something that had the potential to turn the woman’s life around.

In 1879, Sarah’s employer asked if there was someone who could do some house cleaning for a friend of hers, a woman named Julia Martha Thomas. Mrs. Thomas lived in the Richmond area of London, she was a widow in her mid-50s, and had a reputation for being a little strict and prone to anger. But it was a job, and Sarah immidiately suggested Kate Webster. The relationship between Webster and Mrs. Thomas began cordially enough, but quickly devolved into daily arguments. Webster claimed that Mrs. Thomas would follow her around and criticise her work, while Mrs. Thomas claimed Webster came to work drunk most of the time. Needless to say, it wasn’t a match made in heaven, but the two women tried hard to make it work. After a little over a month, Julia Thomas decided it was time to cut Webster loose. Kate, to her credit, tried to change. She begged for just a few more days of employment and, for some unknown reason, Thomas agreed to the terms, but the relationship was eating at her like an ulser, and she couldn’t stop thinking about it. She thought that Kate was stealing from her, but she didn’t have proof yet, and she feared for her life. On March 2nd of 1879, Mrs. Thomas showed up at church clearly upset. She’d just had another argument with Webster, and it had shaken her deeply. Her friends claimed that Thomas seemed distracted and agitated, and she left early to go attend to matters at home. But Kate was waiting for her there, and this time, they would trade more than angry words.

Julia Thomas thought the house was empty, but went searching for Kate Webster anyway. They had unfinished business, and it was time Kate found some place else to work. It was settled – as far as she was concerned, at least. While Thomas was upstairs in the hallway, Webster stepped out of a dark room and attacked her employer. The two women struggled for a moment, and then Kate gave the older woman a shove. Thomas stumbled down the staircase where she slammed into the floor below. Her skull now fractured and bloody, she began to scream where she lay. Kate was immidiately concerned that the neighbours might hear. There was a busy pub right next door, and if someone happened to hear the shouting, Kate was sure to be discovered and arrested. Launching herself down the stairs, she sat upon the injured woman’s chest and began to squeeze her throat with both hands. She wanted the screaming to stop. She needed it to stop, and after a few tense moments, it did. Julia Thomas lay dead on the floor of her own home, and Kate Webster had graduated from theft to murder in the course of just a few heartbeats. But Kate was stronger than her fears, and she knew she had to act fast. She grabbed a razor, a meat saw and a carving knife and set about cutting Thomas’ body into pieces. Later  Webster would admit that, while she believed she had always had a strong stomach, this work in particular tested her limits. There had just been so much blood, she later told the police. Webster put the pieces into a large copper kettle and then boiled them in an attempt to reduce them to a more managable state. It was essentially rendering, a process where meat is cooked until the fat and protein separate. Witnesses would later come forward and talk of the stench coming from the home, but no one complained at the time. This was London in the late 19th century, perhaps people were just a little more forgiving of odd odours back then.

When the boiling was complete, Webster fished out each part from the remaining lard and placed them all into a box she found in the home – most of it, that is. She couldn’t seem to fit the head and one of the feet, so she had to get creative. She tossed the foot into a local trash heap, but the head was more problematic. In the end, she found a Gladstone bag, something like an old physician’s handbag, and stashed the head inside there. And then she cleaned the house, removing as much of the evidence as she could that something horrible had taken place there. It took her two full days to do it, but when she was finished, she put on a dress from her employer’s wardrobe and went to the pub next door to meet a friend for drinks. This friend, a Mrs. Porter, later told police that Webster arrived at the pub carrying a large, black bag. She kept it with her almost the entire evening, as if it contained something very valuable to her. Oddly, though, Webster excused herself from the table at one point, and when she returned a short while later, the bag was gone. Webster’s next order of business was to get rid of the box that contained what remained of Mrs. Thomas, so she enlisted the help of Mrs. Porter’s son to carry it out of the house and to nearby Barns Bridge. He carried the heavy box all the way to the bridge, and then she sent him home, claiming that a friend was on the way to meet her there. This boy would later tell police that, as he was walking away, he heard a large splash. It was as if something heavy had been tossed into the river. Webster had disposed of the body, and I can’t help but wonder if she perhaps sighed with relief when the box finally dipped beneath the surface of the Thames and vanished from sight. The following day, though, things got more complicated. Unware that the box containing Mrs. Thomas had actually floated to the surface and drifted to shore over night, Kate Webster dug in deeper. She took on the identity of her former employer while beginning to sell off all the items in the house. Old habits die hard, apparently. And it was about this time, according to a later witness, that Webster stepped outside and spoke to a pair of neighbourhood boys. She had two bowls in her hand, and they were steaming hot. She told them it was lard – from a pig, she added – and they were welcome to have it for free, if they wanted it. The boys ate two bowls each.

While the police were investigating the discovery of the box full of body parts, they had no clues that might point them to the killer responsible. It even took them a bit of time to figure out that the parts were actually human rather than butcher cast-offs, but even then, all they could be sure of was that the victim had been a middle-aged woman. Kate Webster, meanwhile, was making money hand over fist. She sold off the smaller items first – the jewellery, the knick-knacks, even her victim’s gold teeth – and then began to spread word that the furniture was for sale as well. And that lead to an agreement with a local man, who arrived on March 9th with a small group of men to help him carry the items out of the house. A neighbour woman saw the activity and approached one of the remaining men. “Who ordered the removal of these items?” she asked him. The man simply turned and pointed to Kate Webster, who stood on the front steps of the house. “She did,” he replied, “Mrs. Thomas.” When the police finally arrived, they entered the house and immidiately found signs of something tragic: a charred finger bone in the fireplace, bloodstains on the floor, splatters of grease – or lard – around the copper kettle. But the one thing they wanted to find, a killer, was nowhere to be seen. Kate Webster had skipped town. In the end, the authorities tracked her down in Ireland. She’d taken her son and made her way back to her hometown as fast as she could. When she arrived, she did so while still wearing clothing and jewellery taken from Mrs. Thomas. But her stay there was short-lived – the local police chief, the man who 15 years earlier had put her in jail for the first time, recognised her in the bulletin from Scotland Yard and quickly took her into custody. Everything after that moved quickly. Webster was transported back to England, and at every train stop between Liverpool and London, crowds gathered to jeer and shout at her. By March 30th, she had been formally charged with murder.

Of course, she tried to lie her way out of it. This was the woman who had changed her name dozens of times to outsmart the police, who had moved into room after room and sold off the possessions inside. She was a thief and a liar, so it was only natural for her to try and talk her away out of this too. First, she blamed the murder on Henry Porter, the husband of her friend from the pub, but when his alibi held up she shifted the blame to the man who had come to buy the furniture from the Thomas house. He too was easily dismissed. When it appeared that she wouldn’t be able to squirm out from under the charge of murder, she took credit for the crime, but claimed that she only did it because others told her to. In the end, none of it worked. The formal trial began on July 2nd of 1879, and just six days later, the jury declared her guilty. The judge, a man named Justice Denman, sentenced her to be executed. Yes, Judge Justice – I can’t make these things up. When asked if there was any reason why she should not be executed, Webster told the judge yes, insisting that she was in fact pregnant. A new jury of women were gathered together along with a physician, and after examining Webster they declared that the pregnancy, like everything else the woman had said, was also a lie. She returned to Wandsworth Prison, where she had served time before working for Mrs. Thomas, and it was there that she wrote her formal confession. She described all of the details of the murder, right down to how she burned the internal organs to get rid of them, how she chose her tools, and even how she removed the head. On July 29th, Kate Webster stepped onto the platform inside the prison’s execution chamber, a building that was ironically nicknamed “The Cold Meatshed”. A governer announced the time, a priest administered last rights, and then she was guided onto the trapdoors with a sack over her head. Afterward, she was buried in an unmarked grave, right there at the prison. The records of Wandsworth Prison contain the names of 134 people who were executed over the span of 110 years. Kate Webster was the only woman on that list.

It’s hard to nail down the real reason behind our fascination with death, but it’s safe to at least make a guess. Death puts our mortality on display. No matter how hard we try to avoid it as a topic, to ignore its slow, steady approach from the distance, we can’t seem to get away from it. Whether we want it or not, death will come for us all one day, and the dead body stands as that singular, visceral reminder of our death. In the horror movies, it’s the clue that’s dropped into our laps early on in the film. It highlights the danger our heroes find themselves in, it represents what’s at stake, what could happen if they fail and the true power of the killer. When the London police pulled the box containing the remains of a women from the cold waters of the Thames, they didn’t know a lot, but they did know one thing. There was a killer in London, and whoever it was needed to be stopped. Thankfully, they managed to do just that, but in a wild twist of irony, the body of Julia Thomas has been lost. It might have been a result of the way evidence was handled in the late 19th century, or the state of decay when the remains were found. Whatever the reason, there’s no grave for Julia Thomas, no tombstone with her name etched into the surface. Her body was lost, and then found, and then finally lost again. Well, most of it. As luck would have it, the neighbourhood where her house once stood has gone through some renevation. In October of 2010, a wealthy London homeowner was having an addition built in his backyard, when the work crew unearthed something small and white. It was a skull. The teeth were missing, but there was a fracture at the back of the head, and after doing a bit more research, investigators determined that the structure that once stood in the homeowner’s backyard was a stable – a stable behind the pub that stood next door to Julia Thomas. Her body might be lost forever into the pages of history, but the head that Kate Webster had tried so hard to get rid of has finally been recovered. Oh, and the wealthy homeowner who stumbled upon the skull? None other than English naturalist, Sir David Attenborough.

[Closing statements]

[bodega-daydream]

November 22, 2019

It started out as kind of a nice dream. I was in a class and in the class there was an assignment to bake the best pie, and the old man teacher would rate them. I had a pie but for some reason didnt think its was worth having him rate it even though it looked pretty good. Finally at the end I was made the snap decision to have him rate my pie, but I had apparently blended it up into this really sugary red slushy drink. He tasted it anyway but couldnt really rate it because he couldnt see the crust. fine, whatever. I was then talking to people from school when Josh from BP came up and said that he, Tony, and two other BP workers were going to be on 8 out of 10 Cats and I was sooo excited to know someone who would be on the show for me to watch. Cut to later- I'm at the lake down the street from my house. I was looking through videos on my laptop and was showing Michael to see if he remembered them. Undetermined, but they involved me with shorter hair and a GIANT frog. I think this was based off my frog stuffed animal, but it was real in this video and I had taken him to the lake for a swim. I had had him for years and wondered how long he'd last and then the frog was like I haven't laid my egg yet so pretty much he couldnt die until he laid his one giant egg? whatever. Then I was cold and on the sand and I think we were heading back up to my house. It was dusk. We heard a scream from the neighboring property. There were already a few people over there that seemed to be looking for the source. It sounded like a little girl. I shouted to ask if anyone needed help. But they couldn't find anything. Toward to the top of the beach now, and at night, we saw a bunch of children in this fenced in area. IRL This woman is a swim coach, so it wouldn't be insane for her to have kids at her house, so in the dream, I didn't think anything of this. Yet. The longer you observed the kids, they were kind of running wild in this fenced in area. Then I noticed that one of the kids has smashed his head on a rock and his head was covered in blood. But I think it was suspicious circumstances because the cop lights were flashing in the background through the trees. Though no medical help was there yet. Starting that moment, I had been hanging out with Lewis who showed his EMT badge while walking over. I saw through all of the mess him trying to help out a different kid (for some reason no the kid with the giant hole in his head from the rock lol) but he didn't have any of his supplies with him (because we was just hangin out). At this, I ran over because I had a bunch of stuff that could help. Apparently I just keep a very make shift first aid kit on my person. Though when I got over there, this one kid we were helping looked absolutely fine but apparently had these invisible type of burning sensation on his cheeks. I looked into my bag but it was like kind of useless lol had a small bottle of tea tree oil and some other random stuff. I knew what kind of pain the kid was dealing with though. Lewis gave him something and I told him that I understood and that the best thing to do was to just take a cold hand (bc mine are always cold) and just hold it against it and feel the pain until it stops hurting, because it won't last that long. We then walked away and went back to the police station where I was apparently a detective there. This station was also the house across the street from the lake. Daytime now. One of my detective colleagues was this man who looked like John Krasinski meaning it actually was him, but not him. There were some kids outside (outside was now a city street) being lined up as witnesses or something. The other detective there, a woman, was taking statements from the kids. But then I overheard her make this plot to frame my John Krasinski coworker. I tried to warn him without giving away who was trying to frame him and he help trying to insist on telling his partner, this woman. I was like dude. no. and he wouldn't listen. The kids started walking through and that kid I had helped passed by and gave me this look. Then someone else came in and sort of yelled at me for encouraging his growing sexual love for buses lmao said I was too accepting and that I should have discouraged it from the beginning. My argument was so what, he loves to love buses. Anyway, I was trying to tell John Krasinski about the plot and then I was walking away and he grabbed my wrist. But then the other woman came over instead of letting go, we hid the fact that he was holding my wrist behind my back which also looked suspicious. Then there was another line up of kids outside. They had turned around and this one kid was looking up at us and was like I want to talk to her. I assumed he was pointing to the woman he had spoken to before, which was the 3rd detective. But when he came inside, he wanted to talk to me. I was surprised, but then it was the kid that kind of confessed to lying to the other cop about how the evidence she gave him (to frame John Krasinski) was a lie. But dude, the truth was like 20x worse. Instead of some tiny piece of metal sticking him from inside some box, he admitted that it was actually just part of this bracelet he was wearing. I asked to see the bracelet but it had no metal sticking out of it. Then he was like no, it's part of me. and then this series of spikes that had been implanted in his wrist stuck out through his skin like barbed wire. At this I was like nope! and took a step back. His father came rushing in but he had the same thing going on in his wrist. They could control when the spikes would come out. We learned that they were both extremely violent. The dad was bad, but the kid looked like he would be much worse because he was learning it all from his dad. I didn't want to be near this kid anymore because he seemed to fixate on my fear, as if he would come and find me one day to hurt me. I wouldn't look at him. The wife showed up and she was drunk because she was usually being abused by her husband. I think we let them all go because we couldn't do anything about the situation because she wouldn't accuse her husband of anything. Cut to me going to the live taping of 8 out of 10 cats starring my BP coworkers. Instead of sitting in the studio, there was a ton of outside seating that faced the studio that had large screens on it that was displaying what was being filmed. It opened with Kate McKinnan so this was apparently SNL instead lol but whatever. I was sitting out there in what seemed like stadium pews. The place was decorated in vines and leaves, kind of medieval. A lot of people were moving around the pews, but I had a large space open next to me. The drunk mom came and sat next to me. It made me so nervous because I didn't want to deal with an intoxicated person, but also her husband must be around. The show goes on and she gets up and walks to the doorway to enter the stadium. I somehow acquire this little girl that's sitting on my lap, maybe 7 years old. Turns out this is the daughter of the drunk woman. I'm very protective of this child for some reason. The mom and the husband are doing this weird princess knight act idk, I just know it's happening but I'm more focused on the crowd. Some tiny elderly people come and sit next to me and are asking about this girl (rightfully assume she's not mine bc this girl is blonde). Cut of after this performance, and I'm with/kind of am this woman. I'm on a bus and I'm heading to this beach area. I'm trying to get away from this crazy husband of mine. There was some floaties put out in the water and it was like yes, she's finally getting away. But then I'm like...no this is too easy, and I dive down underwater and I see this man with all of his evil friends waiting there to grab her. She manages to swim away. She's running and running trying to get away. They had this evil dog that was kind of also the husband and kept barking and biting her trying to alert him to where she was. Somehow we got the dog off and jumped onto one of those mini school buses (I'm with her now). There's only one seat and she takes it with her daughter on her lap and we tell the bus driver to gtfo of here. He knows the situation, and drives off. I'm sitting on the floor and looking out the window. Both me and her are in white spa robes, not significant, just random. There's this sense of relief as we're driving off. The dog had kind of handed me this piece of metal and I gave it to her. This apparently meant something as she looked at me and she was like "he really did love me." as in he let her go despite not being able to control his violent nature (even tho it was way worse than that). The mini bus pulls up to the back parking lots of the woodbury commons. We think we're safe until I see this man running a hot dog stand taking pictures of the bus we're in. The bus driver had pulled over and got out of the bus but then I yelled wait, we're not safe here and then her husband pops out from behind something and starts coming for us. The bus is moving and I think this dude some how offs the driver. The woman gets up and goes to the door of this still moving bus and shoots her husband in the head. I'm am #shook. I did not know she was going to do that with such ease or that she even had a gun. I took control of the bus because there was chaos now because she just shot someone and cars were appearing out of nowhere. I was like, flooring it and I was like OKAY I'm taking us straight to the police station. I was way more affected than this lady. Realizing now this was not a great decision and that we should have stayed put, we got pulled over at her parents house. We couldn't exit the bus without being processed by a cop (I was a normal person now, not a detective). I was instructed to head straight to the Montgomery police station to pay a $250 bail (I know, doesnt make sense) but I was compliant. I had to get there. I thought about calling Lewis to help me with the bail because I knew he would, but then realized I had that cash on my person and that I could just go over there and pay it myself. As I was walking toward the kitchen to get my stuff, I realized that I shouldn't be driving because I just went thru a trauma that hadn't hit me yet. I decided it was best to call Lewis after all and have him pick me up so I could freak out in the car and not be driving. But as I was going through my phone to find his contact, I noticed this woman's 3 sisters trying to slyly take pictures of me, just like the hot dog man and I started freaking out. And then my phone was going crazy, receiving every photo they took of me instantly. They didn't know what was happening and I was checking their phones and someone had set that to default and my phone was going crazy. I couldn't get to the call screen. I knew someone had bugged these phones so they could locate me or get my info. I decided to use someone elses phone to call Lewis. The mom was looking through the phonebook for his number when I was like Lewis can I just borrow your phone, you already have the number in it (only realized this flaw when I woke up lol) but I made the call and he answered. He had just said, "Hello?" when I heard the husbands voice in the background saying that he was a police officer to someone. And then I woke up, and I couldn't tell where I was for bit or if I was safe.