#baby's first ever fanfic pls have mercy on me

[user1286]

Gods of Disappointment: Pt 1: For a Better Future

Summary: (Through Thrud’s POV): The Thor family (besides Thor), escapes Asgard, and is in search for a new home. Thrud gets irritated from stress, Modi makes it worse for a moment, and uhhh yeah no that’s it for rn I think.

A/N: Uhhhhhh no one can stop me no one can stop me from attempting to explore a potential dynamic between Thrud and her brothers if they were revived, absolutely nobody can stop me, dear god, I hope I’m doing this right.

Thrud had woken up in a daze, barely conscious enough to even function normally. 

With her eyes barely open, she felt the sudden touch of hands grabbing her arms and pulling her up. Thrud subconsciously moved her arms and waist, ready to fight, until she heard her mother’s voice.

Rushingly, her mother whispered,”Thrud, wake up, it’s time, we have to leave now.” The girl’s eyes had fully opened upon hearing that statement.

The family had been planning for the last two years to escape from Asgard. Realizing how much the place badly influenced both Thrud’s father and brothers, Sif had been the one to speak her mind and tell Thor they needed to leave if they wanted a better future for Thrud. Thrud had opposed the idea at first, wanting to be a valkyrie, but quickly realized maybe it would be for the best if the family did leave. Although she still had a yearning for her grandfather’s approval, she did want a chance for her family to truly become one again. 

Thrud had immediately gotten off her bed, opened up her floorboards, and exposed a backpack full of belongings she’d packed for whatever new home she might have.

When she turned to look at her mother, she noticed she was wearing a utility belt with her typical attire. Equipped to the belt were small bags of currency, first aid, and something else with a gentle wooden clang in it.

When Thrud was up and ready, so was her mother by the door, holding a lantern up.

Thrud and her mother ran out of the bedroom, past the halls, and out the building. Thrud felt a blast of the cold air on her face, and looked up at the night sky; noticing the dark clouds above. She could only think of her father and the possible outcomes of this.

Thrud and Sif ran past the dark training grounds, and to Gulltoppr- which everyone planned to steal from Heimdall with pleasure-. Holding saddle bags all over his sides, All were full of equipment and belongings of the family.

Magni and Modi were standing beside the cat, quietly bickering who should be in the front -almost getting physical like children- until both looked to Sif. 

The two straightened up, Magni then mounted to the front, and Modi assisted his mother, then Thrud mount Gulltoppr. He then sat on the rear, holding onto the end of the set of armor the animal wore.

The air felt suffocating, everything was silent, and everyone looked in the direction of where Sif and Thrud had just left; all awaiting for the signal. The signal for safety that Odin would be distracted.

Thrud’s stomach churned, and her hold around her mother’s waist tightened, begging for some sort of relief.

BANG!

A snap so loud it echoed across the nine realms. A bright blue strike of thunder struck up into the sky and into the clouds.

“Go!” Sif yelled to Magni.

No time was wasted as Gulltoppr sprinted away from the direction of raging lightning and thunder. Off to the lift, away from Asgard, away from Odin, and to a future for the greater good.

—

“Wait, stop here Magni.” Without a word, Magni obeyed his mother, stopping the animal by a large tree.

It had been nearly a whole day of non stop running. Very short breaks were involved, and Thrud was hoping it was time to truly rest from sitting for so long. The girl was about to hop off with her mother until she was stopped by Modi’s hand on her shoulder. She looked back at Modi, and he was nodding a “no” at her, noticeably silent. Thrud sighed in frustration, and sat back down.

Sif on the other hand, hopped off Gulltoppr, reaching for the bag - with a gentle wooden clang - still on her waist. She opened the bag and pulled something small out that Thrud couldn’t see, for her mother’s back was now towards her.

Sif walked towards the tree, and subtly hid the object underneath one of the roots of so. She quickly got up, and mounted the back of Gulltoppr again.

“We will rest soon, we just need to make sure we’re out of sight from the ravens.”

The animal continued walking, and Thrud turned her head behind and stared at where her mother hid the object. 

Why couldn’t we take a break here and then leave that thing there when we leave? What even is that thing anyway?

Thrud desperately wanted to ask her mother, but she knew she would only receive another “I’ll explain later.”

Thrud was already anxious from what was now almost a day ago- having seen her father’s lighting viciously flail into the sky.- She knew that wasn’t a good signal for him. In the end, all these questions and thoughts being unanswered made her stomach churn, and her fists clench. 

She couldn’t even make conversation to calm her nerves down. Any with her mother would have typically turned into an argument, and gods forbid her brothers be in the same room when a conversation occurred, they’d both bicker and argue like two little girls over a doll. At least the little girls fought for something. Magni and Modi fought for the sake of fighting- and hardly ever did they fight with an actual goal in mind.

—

It wasn’t like things were the same as they were four years ago though. Thrud was glad about that. Magni and Modi’s deaths meant nothing to anyone on Asgard besides what was left of the family. Sif was destroyed, Thor was pissed and mournful, and Thrud was left conflicted. 

She was only about ten years old when the word reached Asgard. She loved her brothers, but the emotions were barely there. Her brothers were nice to her growing up, but at the same time, they were hardly ever home by the time she turned around seven. After that, a strong distance grew between Thrud and her brothers, and it was never the same. Even after the two were revived some time after their deaths…

Thanks to Sif and her constant bartering with Odin, she convinced him to bring them back to life with some of the old magic he had known of. The spell however –due to not having any Vanir gods left in Asgard– was not the highest of quality. Magni and Modi were brought back yes, but their minds and bodies were… damaged, for a brief period of time. They were barely breathing, and for weeks, comatosed. They would awake, but have little memory of anything. Magni and Modi had to re-learn their names, family, how to read and walk again. Their minds and bodies did recover over time, but for that entire winter passing, Sif and Thrud were the only ones helping the two recover.

Sif drowned herself in guilt, having known she was partly the cause for this, and Thor seemed to have begun reflecting. He was mostly silent for the duration, but he had begun to stop drinking so much. 

Thrud was glad to have her brothers back, and with how her parents were at the time, she really thought things would change for the better after everything. She was very wrong.

—

Thrud felt the sudden cold of a hand on her shoulder. Having startled her from her sleep, it was enough to make her twist and throw a punch directly onto Modi’s nose, throwing him off Gulltoppr.

His back landed on the snowy ground, nose clutched in his hand, and angrily yelled,“Uuuurgg, dammit Thrud!”

“What, you scared me!” Thrud’s irritation from before had quickly crept back again. She jumped off Gulltoppr and ran to Modi to check on him. “Don't forget who made me learn that anyway! Your and Magni’s pranks are your dumbest ideas next to trying to kill–” Thrud paused. Modi still on the ground, gave her the “go ahead, say it” look. She forgot she shouldn’t have brought that up to Magni or Modi. Not anymore. “Urrrrgh! You guys are so annoying!” Thrud remarked through gritted teeth. She grabbed Modi’s arm, leaned back, and picked him off the ground.

With his hand covering his nose, Modi replied, “Uugh, for the millionth time, we were joking!” He looked at his hand to see blood dripping off. A small “eugh” came from his mouth as he flicked some off.

“Yeah,” From her side, she pulled a cloth out of a pouch to give to modi. “Tell the little girl aspiring to be a valkyrie that they were all so prepared to fight,” she then handed him the cloth, to which he gestured his hand, refusing. ”’they’d wake up throwing punches.’” Thrud quoted.

Modi turned away from Thrud almost giggling, and blew blood out from one nostril, then the other. Through a slight smile, Modi responded, “You gotta admit, that was pretty funny.” He motioned for the cloth with his hand. 

Thrud handed the cloth, “Not when you wake up almost punching your fucking mom, asshole.” She was about to throw a punch at Modi’s stomach until she heard her mother.

“Thrud! Language!” Sif’s eyes narrowed, and her eyebrows furrowed. A very audible and exhausted sigh flew from her breath. Bringing Gulltoppr to a cave, she continued, “And put on a coat. In case you haven’t noticed, we finally arrived in Midgard.”

Thrud hadn’t even noticed the cold when she woke up, and when she did begin to feel it, from the corner of her eye was Modi handing his coat to her. Annoyed, Thrud snatched the coat from his hand, letting out a small “thanks” as she put it on. 

With the cloth still over his nose, Modi walked off to Gulltoppr to grab a new coat from his bag.

Magni’s back was already facing everyone as he was walking off into the deeper parts of the Midgaurdian woods, wrapping bandages on his fists;

And Sif was unpacking a couple things to camp for the night.

Thrud was clueless for a few moments. In an attempt to calm her annoyance down, she breathed the cold air in and sighed out. She observed her surroundings. The air was windy yet silent. It was clear fimbulwinter was upon Midgard still. Very little wildlife was out and about, only barely surviving trees and oversized rocks for miles. Sometimes, an occasional overgrown vine would be sat on a rock. Midguard looked almost like some kind of barren wasteland. Not the best first impression for Thrud’s first time there, but it would do.

Last second A/N: uh if you made it to the bottom, jsyk, I’m probably going to be switching povs pretty often so don’t expect just Thrud’s pov in the next chapter lol

Also school is killing me so I’m choosing to upload this now instead of a month bc UUURRRAAAUUUUGH

Thanks for reading >:D, I’ll make sure to make a master list once my second chapter is out 👍

Update: here's part two :D

[pandoraolivine]

Akatsuki no Yona Oneshot

Flower Moon

An expansion on the sword training scene/Chapter 47 (Yona/Shin-ah)

My first time posting a fanfic here so pls be merciful to anything that is abnormal or out of place I truly have no idea what I'm doing lol. This idea has lived rent free in my mind for weeks now so I thought I'd write it out. Shin-ah is such an interesting character I was dying to flesh him out more, plus current manga circumstances have me missing my boy. Yes I know Hak and Yona are canon but this pairing will always hold a special place in my heart. I don't own any of these characters. (thank you again @roseodelle for proofreading for me🖤)

TW: blood

WC: 4,371

Shin-ah didn't quite understand the idea of love. How was he meant to when neither he nor his guardian, Ao, had? His sole point of reference for the outside world was limited to the scene outside the window of his childhood home, where he would often linger for hours. One day, he witnessed longingly as two individuals had their arms firmly intertwined. He, with the naive nature of any child his age, mentioned the encounter to Ao.

"Ao, what are they doing? Are they hurt? Should we go help them?" The young Shin-ah asked. Ao grumbled, tearing his gaze away from the sword he sharpens towards the window. Though Shin-ah's vision was hindered by the mask placed on him since birth, he saw the moment Ao's face dropped. Ao quickly averted his eyes back to his sword.

"They're just hugging." Ao answered bluntly, the sanding of his sword more aggressive than beforehand. Shin-ah was more confused than he was prior to the question. His eyes found their way back to the couple as they tear away from the embrace, observing one place a hand on the other’s cheek.

"What's hugging?" Shin-ah questioned further. Ao, now scrubbing viciously, was silent-something Shin-ah knew meant he had touched a soft spot. He began to consider retracting his concern when Ao spoke:

"It's a thing people sometimes do to show love."

"What's love?" Shin-ah pried further. Ao's answers seemed only to lead to more questions for him. Ao stiffened, his sword slipping off his lap momentarily before he caught it. Though long baby blue hair covered Ao's face, Shin-ah's dragon eyes saw his gritted teeth.

"Something you don't need to worry about.”

"Do you love me?" Shin-ah wanted some sort of reference for the phrase. He knew he cared deeply for Ao, him being the closest to a parent he had ever had. He wondered if that was love. Ao sighed, his sharpening at a normal pace again.

"I guess you could call it that." He stated begrudgingly, his voice half a mutter and half a grunt. Ao finished with his sword and stood up, giving it a few test swings.

"What about the villagers? They hate us, yet you always go out of your way to protect them. Why?"

Ao froze mid overhead slash, his golden eyes wide. He reeled his sword back towards himself, then locked eyes with Shin-ah. His face was tight, temples throbbing intensely.

"I can't hate them-so I'll protect them. That's how I'll show them." Ao announced as he sheathed his sword. His large hand scratched the back of his neck, releasing a deep sigh. "You sure are chatty today, kid. No more questions."

Show them what? Shin-ah wanted to ask, but knew pushing his luck any more would further upset Ao, and he hated when Ao got mad. Ao waltzed to the door, readying himself for their regular bandit hunts. Shin-ah's mouth opened, fear of being left behind overtaking, when Ao lowered a hand towards the ground and outspread it towards him. Shin-ah grinned from ear to ear, rushing into a sprint towards Ao's side, placing his small hand in his guardian's.

🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑

Shin-ah physically shook his head in an attempt to purge the memory from his thoughts. Ao was always a bittersweet part of his mind, and it frustrated him how little he could remember of his face-a reminder of how long he had been on his own since Ao had left him.

But he wasn't alone anymore, he reminded himself. A girl who, with an aura more radiant than the sun itself, had rescued him from his eternal darkness. He even had brothers now, too. It had taken more getting used to than he had expected, and even now he found himself wandering far from the group out of sheer habit. He wasn't used to the constant company; Kija and Zeno especially tended to exhibit a particular need for closeness he simply wasn't accustomed to.

“Hak, you idiot.” He would recognize that voice in total darkness-even if he were completely deaf, the warmth of her presence reached him long before she herself did. Yona appeared from behind a tree then kicked the rock closest to her feet, crossing her arms in an extravagant huff. She blew a tuft of crimson hair from her eyes, and in doing so, spotted Shin-ah. Her lips curved into a devious smirk.

Shin-ah gulped, his eyes darting around the surrounding area. His beloved squirrel, Ao (though not fitting for a female squirrel, was named after the only name he ever knew) was chewing on his furry headpiece. Yona approached him with a plan clearly on the forefront of her mind.

“Yes, I want you to teach me swordsmanship. You are a swordsman, right?” Yona asked, her hands kneading into her skirt as she gripped it tightly. Swordsman? He thought, but he supposed it was the proper term for him. Ao had never really given him a special title for it. “Shin-ah, who did you learn swordsmanship from?”

There was a sharp jolt in his stomach, as if he had just leapt from a high ledge. “Ao,” he whispered. Though the name often fell on his lips for his beloved squirrel, it had been many, many years since it was spoken in reference to his guardian.

“...eh?” Yona gasped, eyes wide and bewildered. Realizing the confusion he had caused, he shook his head.

“Someone…by my side, a long time ago.” He confirmed to hopefully resolve any confusion, his eyes trailing off in thoughts of his guardian for a moment. He clenched his fist. “And then fighting in actual battles. Bandits and wild beasts, mostly.”

“That's amazing! I figured as much. I bet those villagers are regretting not appreciating you now that you're not there to fight their battles.” Yona exclaimed, though her brows seemed to lower slightly at the mention of his former village’s residents. He shrunk his head into his shoulders. He knew that the villagers were unaware to anything he had done for them-Ao had made that very apparent to him early on in his life-but it was the only guide he had been given on how to live through this unfortunate existence. His sole purpose was to survive, protect the village, and assist the rising of the blue dragon once the curse laid its hands on its next victim. Clapping her fists together in front of her in a prayer-like motion, Yona leaned towards him. “Teach me the swordsmanship you cultivated through actual combat, Shin-ah.”

Shin-ah twitched, finding himself at cross roads. He thought of Yona’s protector, Hak, and if he would be upset at him for possibly putting her in harm’s way. The Thunder Beast was adamantly against the idea of Yona wielding a sword, and Shin-ah knew he was not one to be trifled with. However, her glowing green eyes gleamed with uncontainable glee, and though he wore a mask, he could tell she was doing her very best to look into his eyes. How could he refuse her when the name she had given him sounded like sweet songbirds coming from her lips? With a sigh, he took his sword from its sheath and meticulously examined it for any potential scratches, as well as ensureed that the handle's binding was secure enough to stay in place as she held it. He hesitated one more moment before uneasily placing the sword in her delicate hands.

As soon as he let go, the weight of the sword quickly made itself known to her as it plummeted towards the ground. Despite trembling arms, Yona lifted the tip of the sword towards the sky, her eyes meeting his, with the fire he admired so much. He evaluated her stance. He then tilted his head to the side, pondering how to explain once he determined how terrible it was.

“Widen your legs…shoulder width apart. Better stance makes you sturdier.” He meekly suggested, not accustomed to being a teacher. He found it difficult, as much of his own studies had been from observing Ao and practicing on his own. He wasn't quite sure how to translate that knowledge. She did as he asked, then slashed the sword horizontally. The weight unbalanced her for a moment, but then she sliced the air going in the opposite way. She followed it with multiple more swings in an uncoordinated fashion.

Ah, there it is, he thinks, the problem evident. Unsure of how to best word his thoughts, he stepped behind her and wrapped his hands around her wrists. “Your wrists are too tight…loosen them. More fluid movement.” He directed, then showed her a proper crossway slice. He followed it with an upward swing, leading into a sharp thrust. “Move with purpose. Each move should lead into the next.”

“So, it's kinda like dancing!” Yona blurted out, practicing the move set he had just shown her. Shin-ah didn't have much dancing practice-or really, any, for that matter-but if the connection helped her, then that was all that mattered to him. His eyes were drawn to her hands, realizing just how much more battered up they were up close: etched with scars, splinters, and small cuts. His chest tightened. He wished that they would stay soft forever and that she would never experience hardship, but he knew that was not the kind of girl Yona was.

Why was he so fixated on her hands? He asked himself, finding his own face growing hot beneath his mask. He released her wrists and stepped back, tossing the recent thoughts from his mind. He steadied his headpiece and monitored Yona as she tightened her grip on the sword. Her eyes were blazingly focused. After correcting her stance as Shin-ah had shown her, she swung the sword in the fashion previously demonstrated for her.

Shin-ah found himself in a trance, incapable of tearing his gaze away. Her hair tossed across her face as she sliced, with stray pieces clinging to the sweat that lined the edge of her hair, her breaths deep but determined. She released small grunts as she fought to keep a steady grip on the blade that she refused to deem too heavy for herself. She went for the upward slash, her brow furrowed deeply as she thrust herself forward with her blade pointed at Shin-ah. He found his breath had escaped him and his rib cage seemed to squeeze at his chest. Had she paralyzed his heart?

Yona softened as she reeled the sword back. Her face pinched, releasing a faint yelp as she let a hand off the blade. He froze, a pit carving into his stomach as he saw the deep scarlet puddle on her pale hands. She stared indifferently at her now-bloody palm.

“I see, this sword doesn't have a guard.” She quickly disregarded her frown, then moved her hand back to the hilt. “Shin-ah, can you walk me through-”

He promptly robbed her of the blade, clutching the handle fiercely to his body. He'd hurt her. He was the one who caused this. He did precisely what he had always feared he would. He pivoted to bolt-his answer to any problematic situation-when a small hand grabbed his elbow.

“Shin-ah, wait. I'm ok, I promise. It's just a scratch.” Yona tried to reassure him, but Shin-ah still attempted to pull away. As hard as he fought to omit the sight from his all-seeing eyes, he could not rid himself of the crimson that stained her hands. He could not leave her like this. He grit his teeth, tossed his sword aside to the grass, then turned to Yona. He knew Yoon had gone to town to buy supplies so he would have to take care of her himself. He gathered her up, one arm beneath her legs, the other around her shoulders, then scouted for a nearby river. Yona cried out, the whites of her eyes taking over and her cheeks glowing, "Shin-ah, what are yo-”

He unintentionally cut her question short as soon as he leapt towards the body of water he had just discovered. Her small fists clamped tightly onto his overshirt, and he found it difficult to concentrate anywhere other than her face as she peered at the passing scenery of the surrounding woodland. They arrived at the fiercely-flowing river, where he cautiously set her down and guided her hand into the water. With one hand, he carefully cupped water over the cut, wincing as he reviewed the incision without blood once the water ran clear. “I’m sorry…Yona.”

“This isn't your fault. I was the one who was careless. I'm sure next time I'll-” Yona began, but was hastily disrupted by Shin-ah passionately jerking his head back and forth. He refused to allow her to get hurt on his account ever again. The bleeding stopped, yet his index finger continued to trace the lines of her palm. He snaps himself out of it then reaches for the bandages he kept in his pack for his arm wraps out. He timidly grabbed hold of her fingers and began to tenderly wrap the bandages around her palm.

He urges himself to stay centered on the task at hand and not let his thoughts drift back to her features, which he deeply desired to study. His work was abruptly disturbed by sudden heat on his jaw, which he faintly gasped to. He raised his head to see Yona's hand on his chin, accompanied by a smile so dazzling it threatened to overthrow the sun and melt his heart. Her gentle fingertips began to wedge beneath his mask so he swiftly seized her wrist to stop her. His hands grew sweaty and his fingertips twitched. Yona's expression sank.

“It's ok, I just want to be able to look into your eyes when I talk to you. Won't you let me? It's hard to read your face with it covered.” She pleaded, stroking his cheek with her thumb. He pressed his lips together and turned his head away. He detested to risk harming her with this curse he had been forsaken by. “I could never be afraid of you, Shin-ah.”

She gracefully proceeds to inch her fingers further to remove the mask from his face, and he finds himself unable to refuse her. He reluctantly let go of her wrist, illumination blinding him as he emerged from his realm of darkness. He instinctively squeezed his eyes shut, largely out of a deep-seated fear of his paralysis powers and the other being sensitive to the sunshine overhead. Yona's hand slid to his cheekbone and brushed the area around his birthmark. His eyelids fluttered open, taking in every detail around him like a newborn observing the world for the first time; from the leaves swaying in the wind, the waterfall miles away, to the fish swimming against the current. But Yona, the most brilliant light of them all, was the one he always found his way back to.

Her face was so much more breathtaking without hindered vision. He absorbed every minute detail: her freckles, the frizz of her wild hair, the cracks in her lips, her sun-kissed skin along her cheeks, the array of green hues in her captivating eyes.

“You have such beautiful eyes. I wish you weren't so afraid to show them to the world.” Yona said. He is met with the familiar urge to hide himself, although this time, not out of fear, but due to a stranger feeling he couldn't quite verbalize. “I don't see how anyone could see you as cursed.”

“I…” He trailed, unable to find the correct words. After muttering a grunt, he redirected his focus back to tending to her wound. As Yona withdrew her hand, the heat dissipated from his cheek, leaving him colder than he was prior with a shiver crawling up his spine. He finishes wrapping it up, taking special care to ensure it wasn't tight enough as to cause discomfort. It would have to do for now until Yoon could work his magic. Shin-ah knew the basics enough to tend to his own injuries from countless years of skirmishes, but he was hardly a professional. The last thing he wanted was to initiate further damage by addressing her wound incorrectly. His hands linger on her hand a moment longer, finding it difficult to remove.

“See? All better! Thank you, Shin-ah.” Yona sings, admiring his work. She then brings her hands to her lap, gripping the fabric of her dress. “I'm sorry for being so careless, and for upsetting you.”

“Yona, you could never upset me.” Shin-ah rapidly responds, quite offended at the very idea, shaking his head furiously. Yona giggles, a sound that could cure him even on his deathbed. “I want to protect you. I…never want to see you hurt.”

“I'm grateful for you, and the others, for that matter. It means the world to me to have so many who care for me.” She states, but there is an underlying tone to her voice as her eyes seem to drift towards the river longingly. “But I want to protect you all too. I never want to be powerless again.”

Shin-ah sharply inhales at how quickly her mood darkened. He frantically looked around for Ao, who was much more efficient at comforting others than himself, but she was nowhere to be found, so she must have returned to camp on her own. He grits his teeth together, his brain mulling over every possibility, but he drew a blank on what to do. He had never been good at this sort of thing-how could he be when none had ever been expressed to him? His guardian, Ao, was certainly not the affectionate type, and the villagers loathed him so much they would have ignored him to bleed to death and then complain about having to clean up the mess left on the dirt. He dreaded to see Yona so sorrowful; he desired nothing more than to be able to physically combat the darkness that engulfed her and beat it into submission so she would never succumb to despair again. His eyes gleam as an idea rolls into his mind, promting him to grab her unbandaged hand with his own, squeezing it tightly. Yona’s head whips towards him, her mouth hanging open at the sudden touch. She quickly throws on a smile, her thumb rubbing against the outer part of his hand.

“That’s why I need you to teach me the sword! I need to be strong enough to protect you the way you protect me.” Yona exclaimed, her eyes ignited with determination. Shin-ah immediately shakes his head, his dragon eyes able to see the fresh wound even beyond the bandages. He would never allow something like that to happen again. Yona's face scrunches to the side, lips puckered into a pout. Her features soften as she locks eyes with him once more. “Could I at least watch you practice?”

Shin-ah grew still as a statue. His golden eyes widened as he remembered how he spent his entire span of consciousness imitating every move Ao had demonstrated for him, even after his death. He was cast away into memories of his own solitude, his sole solace for the majority of his life being that Ao remained eternally with him due to the techniques bestowed upon him prior to his passing. Before he had time to resist, tears welled up in his eyes against his will. Yona immediately jumped to place a hand on his cheek.

“I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to upset you, we don't have-” She apologized, but was rendered short mid-sentence by Shin-ah, who coated her entire hand with his own and swayed his head faintly. His fingers followed the lines of her bandages.

“No…that's perfect.” He reassures, taking a deep inhale in a futile attempt to withdraw his tears. Yona grinned softly, her thumb collecting the overflow from trickling down his face.

“You’re such a kind soul, Shin-ah. I hope you stay by my side forever.” Yona states. He discovered he was completely unable to move-perhaps she had paralyzed him, just as she had done prior. He curled a fingertip just to prove he still could. What had she done to him, then?

“I'll follow you anywhere, as long as you let me.” Shin-ah vowed breathily, wandering in the lush emerald forest that made a home in her eyes.

Yona grew a toothy smile, her cheeks pink like the petals of a rose against snow. Her eyes lit up suddenly and she scrambled through her pouch. “Oh! I nearly forgot! I have a surprise for you.”

Shin-ah’s head cocked to the side, watching her closely as his hands rested in his lap. She let out a triumphant cry as she extracted a foreign object from her pouch. He heard a familiar faint ring, one that caused his eyes to expand and intercepted his breath.

“I noticed you lost the bells from your mask after we escaped the cave, and I was worried they were something precious to you that you lost because of me. So when I was in town with Yoon the other day and saw this, I knew I had to get it for you.” Yona explained, her hands cupped together as she presented a large golden bell threaded through a blue ribbon. He was too overcome with shock to move, so he silently stared at the bell, mouth hanging open and uncertain how to proceed. Ao's words reverberated in his mind: 'I'll know where you are, even if I can't see you.' Yona took note of his awe and sensitively laid the bell into the exposed palms of his lap. Shin-ah hesitantly drew it closer to his eyes, examining the intricate designs along the surface, slightly flinching at the ring that emitted. “I know it's probably not anything like the ones you had before, but I hope you like it.”

Like it? He scoffed internally, his heart practically bruising his ribs with its attempt to escape from his chest. He struggled to comprehend her thoughtfulness in wanting to replace the bells he had worn for so long. He didn't even imagine that she had noticed his bells were missing. When his original bells had fallen, he felt no need to retrieve them due to having friends who finally saw him. However, hearing the sweet ring once more stirred a tender and tormenting nostalgia he hadn't felt since being liberated from the caves he was bound to. He reluctantly rattled the bell again, the music plucking the strings of his heart into a melody that nearly brought him to tears once more. Don't you dare cry again, he ordered himself. Taking a deep breath, he clutches the bell tightly to his collar bones. “Thank you, Yona.”

He cursed himself for being incapable of verbalizing the depth of his gratitude for this gift. She sprung slightly forward and clapped her hands together, her signature enchanting smile adorning her face. Rising to her feet, she dusted the dirt off her skirt, surveying her surroundings. She then extended her bandaged hand to Shin-ah.

“Now, back to sword practice?” She asked. Despite the injury she sustained, she still approached him with the same amount of enthusiasm that she had begun with. He pulled himself out of his daze caused by the gift, snatching his headpiece to place his mask back on, as it was a force of habit that could not be broken easily. Yona frowned slightly, but knew it could not be helped-it would take time for him to be able to live without it. He reached for her hand, wincing for a moment at the reminder of her wound. He then decided to grab a hold of her wrist as she helped pull him up. She leads the way, but his feet are held down by stones he cannot see. Noticing his arm resistant, she turns around with her eyebrows narrowed. “Are you alright?”

His teeth grinded together, his legs trembling as he grasped the bell tightly. “I just...I...” he croaked, the words clogging his throat. It mustered all his strength to not let it morph into an inaudible blubber. 'I'm sorry...I'm going to leave you all alone.' Ao's final words assaulted his thoughts. Yona tilted her head as she stepped closer to him. He turned away in an attempt to further hide his face. “Please...don't leave me.”

Yona's eyes broadened as she peered lower at their interlaced hands. He whirled to face her, poised to take back what he'd said, fearing he'd said something harmful, when she freed his hand. Before he could react, a sudden flash of red surged toward him with two frail arms enveloping his torso. This was unlike anything he had ever felt before. She buried her head deeper into his chest, stunning him to the point that his arms were rendered useless, dangling midair. He recalled the couple he'd witnessed so long ago, and how he'd dreamed of the day when somebody would finally be willing to stare into his eyes head on without fear. He wondered what Ao would think of the friends he had made. Tears surged out of his eyes yet again and he inclined his head towards the heavens in an attempt to prevent them from flowing down his now raw cheeks. He, with reservations, slowly wrapped his arms around her shoulders and softly squeezed them. He hoped he was doing it correctly. Yona eventually draws back, her eyes reddish and glistening like stars from the sun's beaming light peeking through the overhanging foliage. She embraces his neck delicately with both hands and sniffles. “I'm not going anywhere. Thank you for being by my side, Shin-ah.”

They leave for camp together, Shin-ah never once losing grip of her wrist while his other hand cradled the bell firmly to his chest. He nearly stumbled on several occasions as a result of being so enthralled by her presence. He loved her, he decided. He didn't know much about what the word meant, but he knew he cared for her more than anything in the world; she who rescued him from his relentless world of shadows and gave him a moonlight name that he would treasure for eternity. He wasn't sure how exactly to express this love to her, but he knew he would do whatever it took to protect her and prevent her from wearing that melancholic expression on her face ever again. That's how he would show her.

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King of Hell

BTS

Series : part 1

Pairing: demon!Jungkook x human!Female Reader x demon!Taehyung x demon!Jimin

Genre: Angst & Smut

Word Count: 4.3K

CONTAINS DARK THEMES!

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! READ WARNINGS CAREFULLY!

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A/N: SHAIWJW, IVE BEEN “WRITING” THIS FIC SINCE LAST YEAR, HOLY FUCK. Anyways I hope you enjoy this shitty story:)

These are the warnings for the entire series!! This is a dark fanfic that is not meant for everyone! If these warnings trigger you, please leave!!

Smut Warning(s): multiple smuts, cockwarming, face slapping, saliva kink, thigh riding, humiliation, heavy degradation, dacryphilia kink, threesome, anal, blowjob, somnophilia kink, mirror sex, choking, spanking, hair pulling, rough sex, mix of ddlg, sleep sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, begging, small bits of praising, marking, fear kink, cum shots, cum eating

Other Warning(s): possessive!Jungkook, blood, murder, torture, physical abuse, Stockholm Syndrome, submissive reader

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THIS FIC CONTAINS NON CONSENSUAL SEX! PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

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Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew this was wrong. But did she care?

No.

The girl laid supine on her boss's desk, sore legs bound around his torso, caging him in. His hand gently kneads her sensitive breast, earning soft moans from her. She grabbed his tie and tugged on it until he leaned down and passionately kissed her. The man gently pulled her up and swiftly wrapped his shapely arms around her body. She pulled away first, eager to catch her breath.

The excessive tension in the overheated room was unbearable. Her head remained low in embarrassment while her boss burned her with his gaze. To break up the tension, she awkwardly clears her throat and hops off his desk. For some reason, she desperately wanted to apologize but stopped herself. From what she remembers, her boss was undressing her with his eyes, so she let him have it. Deciding she’s not going to apologize, she frantically pulled up her skirt and opened the door to leave.

However, her boss was faster than her and instantly closed it again. He cupped her cheeks and attempted to kiss her again, but she stepped away. “I’m sorry, Dr. Kim. It’s getting late and my apartment is far from here, so I better get going. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Taehyung scowled at her. It was insulting to him. No one has ever rejected his touch. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and flung her onto his desk. She groaned in pain, protecting her injured side. Taehyung clutched her face and attached his lips onto hers, kissing her like it was his last time. She instinctively kicked her legs at him, but that made him more belligerent.

“Stop! Leave me alone!” She yelled, throwing her hands against his chest, trying to get him off. Unfortunately, she was no match for him. Taehyung pinned her down without a struggle and pulled her skirt down again. “I tried being nice, princess. But now you’ve gotten on my nerves.” He growled, forcing his cock in, despite her screaming at him to stop.

A sadistic smirk appears on his face as he picks up his pace. His warm cock fitted inside of her perfectly. It was like they were made for each other. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, enjoying the feeling to the fullest. While Taehyung was on cloud nine, the girl was bawling her eyes out underneath him. “T- Taehyung! Stop! It h- hurts!” She sobbed uncontrollably, breath hitching. Her vision started to blur as she felt her energy drain out of her writhing body. She's never endured this much pain.

Taehyung grunts as he pushes himself forward one last time before cumming in her. “Fuck! You feel so good, baby.” He leaned down and licked her tears away. He then created a trail of hickeys along her jawline, down to her collar bone. “How about another round, babe?”

“No, no! Please, no! It hurts!” She hiccuped, putting her hands together. “Please, Dr. Kim. I’ll do anything except for this! I c- can give you money… if you’d like.” Taehyung couldn’t help himself. Watching her beg for mercy was a turn on. “I don’t need your filthy money, slut. Now stay still or else you're fired.”

He ruthlessly entered in again. She let out a painful whimper but didn’t dare to move because her job was on the line. Taehyung held her hips down and quickened his pace. The helpless girl was fighting off the urge to push him away with all her remaining strength. Soon enough, her legs trembled on their own as ripples of forced pleasure went through her body. More tears gathered in her fearful eyes. A minute passed, she was still sprawled on his desk, catching her breath. “C- can I pl- please leave now?” She faintly whispered, on the verge of passing out.

Taehyung pulled her ragged skirt up then pulled her upright. He moved her hair out of her face and tenderly caressed her cheek, admiring her face. “You won’t tell anyone about this, understand?” She sobbed but nodded her head. “Good… get your stuff, I’ll drive you home.”

“No, sir. It’s okay. I’ll call a taxi. You can go home.” Taehyung’s eyes darkened. He grabbed her neck and squeezed it. “You’re making me repeat myself, Y/N. You out of all people should know how much I hate doing that. Now for the last time, get your shit and I’ll drive you home.” He took a step back and followed her to her office. She quickly grabbed her purse and jacket, then they both headed out.

The car ride home was silent. She didn't dare to speak a word. Not after what he did to her. All she could do is keep her head down and play with the hem of her shirt. Taehyung glanced over at her here and there, but he too didn’t speak a word. He looked in his rear view mirror and spotted his best friend sitting in the back, staring at “his” girl. “Keep your eyes off of her. She’s already taken, Jungkook.”

Y/N flinched when Taehyung started talking. “Huh? Are you talking to me?” She asked, confused. Red flags were popping up but she couldn’t exactly jump onto the highway. She bit down on her lip and waited for a response. “Took you a while to detect my presence, Taehyung. I thought you could do better.” She immediately turned around and saw a man sitting in the middle seat, legs spread apart. His long, jet-black hair almost veiled his eyes, and he was covered in tattoos. “Who the hell are you?!” She slightly yells, clearly startled by the man. “I wouldn’t raise my voice if I were you, sweetheart. Anyone who disrespects me will regret it for the rest of their life and afterlife.” Jungkook mockingly said, confusing the girl even more. She turned to Taehyung for an explanation, but he simply rested his hand on her thigh. “Calm down, angel. I won’t let him hurt you.”

“Bold of you to say that, Taehyung. You really think you can take me on?” Jungkook challenged.

“To keep her by my side, I’d knock you over without hesitation.” Taehyung said with a dull expression on his face.

“Don’t tell me you have feelings for this girl. Man, you keep letting me down. First living in the mortal world and now, falling in love. What’s next? Marriage? Family planning? Pathetic, Kim Taehyung. If Jimin were here, he’d be laughing his ass off.”

“If you have nothing nice to say, leave. I thought you didn’t enjoy the mortal world.”

“I don’t, I just wanted to see what my dearest friend is up to. I’m astonished, however. You managed to keep that unpleasant side of yours a secret.”

Taehyung glanced at his girl. Her face was pale and if you looked closely, she was shaking. Taehyung stroked her thigh in a soothing manner, signinally her to calm down. Out of fear, she clings to Taehyung’s hand tightly. This didn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook. He sensed her fear the moment she sat in the car. He enjoyed watching her crumble apart in the passenger seat. She looked vulnerable and afraid, he wanted to ruin her innocent looking face.

“Stop gawking at my girlfriend, Kook. Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“No, I actually don’t. Next month, I’ll be announced king, but until then, I’ll hang around you and this lovely princess.”

From that point on, Taehyung knew he couldn’t leave her alone. If he did, Jungkook would 100% hurt her or even worse, mark her as his own. Jungkook’s one selfish bastard. He will always put himself before others. Taehyung immediately knew Jungkook was attracted to her; he could tell just by observing the way Jungkook looked at her. But he wasn’t going to let Jungkook have her too. Originally, Taehyung was supposed to be king, but Jungkook was stubborn and wanted to fight for the title. Taehyung didn’t want to fight his best friend, so he willingly surrendered.

30 minutes later, he finally arrived at her apartment. She quietly thanked Taehyung for the ride, then got out. However, Taehyung turned off his engine and got out of his car. “I’m staying with you tonight.” Without question, she nodded her head and grabbed Taehyung’s hand. She was terrified of what was going on. Of course she wanted an explanation, but Taehyung seemed to be protecting her. Therefore, she thought it’d be the best to stay with him until she knows exactly what’s going on.

She opened her apartment door and set her purse and jacket on the table. “I’m gonna go shower… Make yourself at home... I guess.” She mumbled the last part and headed to her bathroom until Taehyung stopped her. “Mind if I join?” Taehyung hinted he needed to talk to her so she said yes. Meanwhile, Jungkook plopped down on the couch with his arm behind his head. “Got any bourbon?” He yelled and she responded, “the cabinet behind you has all the liquor I own.”

Taehyung pulled her into the bathroom and hugged her tightly. “I’m sorry! I fucked everything up for you.”

“Taehyung, what are you talking about?” She worriedly asked. Taehyung looked at the door then quickly turned the shower on. “We have to be quiet. He might hear us.” “Please tell me what’s going on! Who is he? How did he get inside your car?!” She whispers as calmly as she can. “His name is Jeon Jungkook. Next month, he'll be announced king of hell. He’s a very powerful demon and currently, he’s looking for his queen. Someone who can be the mother of his children and someone he can somewhat tolerate. Y/N, he has his eyes on you. You need stay around me, so I can protect you. I know I hurt you not too long ago, but trust me on this one. Jungkook has anger issues and if he gets a hold of you, you will be his punching bag for eternity.”

“Demon? King of hell? Are you hearing yourself right now?” She whispers louder, being unable to control her anger and concern. “I’m not lying, Y/N. How else did he get into my car. Do you remember our conversation in the car? He said he didn't like the human world.”

“What about you? What are you?!”

“I’m a demon too.”

“Prove it because I don’t believe-” Taehyung towers over her and his eyes turn black. His teeth become insanely sharp and black, thick horns start coming out of his head. She stood there, staring at his true form. She reached out and touched his cheek which was freezing cold. “Demons are real?” She faintly whispered. “Take your clothes off. He’s coming.” Taehyung’s out of his clothes in a blink of an eye but she didn’t want to remove her clothes. Taehyung heard Jungkook getting closer, so he ripped her clothes off and pushed her in the shower. He followed behind and pinned her against the wall, kissing her forcefully. “He’s looking through the door, pretend you're enjoying it so we're unsuspicious.” She surprisingly listens and returns the kiss. Taehyung picks her up, and she wraps her legs around his waist, allowing him to enter her. “Moan loud for me, baby.” The girl digs her nails into his shoulder and releases her needy moans.

Jungkook was standing in the door way, watching Taehyung fuck the living out of her. What he would do to be in his position. A part of Jungkook was telling him to kill Taehyung and take his place. However, the other half of him knew that it would create a war between the Kim’s and the Jeon’s. Centuries of feuds have been going on between the two families and it finally ended when Taehyung’s father made a peace offering and Jungkook’s dad happily accepted. From there on, Taehyung and Jungkook grew up together as best friends. Jungkook stopped himself from making a big mistake but continued watching the two fuck.

Taehyung came in her one last time before pulling out and cleaning her up with some water. She clung onto Taehyung because she had no more feeling in her legs. Her clit was burning from the overstimulation, but she wasn’t complaining because it felt so good. He carried her back to her room and wiped her body off with a towel. Jungkook went back to the couch and tried to relax his mind. For some reason, her moans kept playing in his head and before he knew it, he was hard. “Shit!” He angrily muttered.

After tucking Y/N in, Taehyung came to the living room to see what Jungkook was doing. Jungkook was leaning on the balcony railing, staring at the full moon. “If you want, you can crash at my place.” Taehyung said, fiddling with his house keys. “Nah, I think I’ll stay right here… By the way, your girlfriend is hot. If she ever wants to have a threesome, tell her-”

“She doesn’t, Jungkook. One man is good enough for her.”

“That’s too bad. Well, tell her if she gets tired of you she can come to me any time and anywhere.” Jungkook cockishly smiled, raising one eyebrow. “Stop with the jokes, will you?” Taehyung's voice got deeper because he’s had enough of Jungkook’s irritating comments. “I’m going to bed now. Sleep on the couch or wander on the street, I don’t care. Just don’t kill anyone.” Taehyung said before leaving Jungkook alone on the balcony. “I'll try not to.”

Taehyung opened the door and saw Y/N struggling to fall asleep. He quickly got into her bed and pulled her into his comforting embrace. “Shhh, it’s okay. I’m here now.” He carefully laid her face on his chest then ran his fingers through her smooth hair. “I love you so much. You don’t even know how long I’ve been watching you.”

“How long?” She whispers back. “First year of university was when I first saw you. Ever since then, I’ve been looking out for you.” She giggled and wrapped her arms around his body. “Why didn’t you talk to me?” Taehyung smiled, remembering why. “I’m a little shy.” She climbed up his chest and kissed him on the lips. “Is he gone?” She asked, tracing lines on Taehyung’s chest. “He’s gonna crash on your couch. Sorry about him, sweetheart.”

“It’s okay.”

Soon, silence took over the room and the girl fell asleep on Taehyung’s chest. Taehyung continued to play with her hair and trace her back until the door slightly opened. He saw Jungkook in the doorway and sighed. “What do you want now?”

“Her.”

Everything happened rapidly. The door swung open and all Taehyung saw were 2 red eyes staring him down. Before he could react, Jungkook knocked him out and pinned the girl’s body down. He entered into her sore cunt, causing her to wake up. As soon as she saw Jungkook’s face, she started to scream and fight. “Stop! Taehyung, help me!” She shook Taehyung’s body, but he was unresponsive. “What did you do to him?!”

“Shut up and cooperate with me or else I’ll take you to hell.” Jungkook swiftly got into a better position and let his raging boner free. The bed frame began banging against the wall harder and harder each time. Y/N was in a state of shock. She didn’t know what to do. Jungkook viciously thrusted into her and held her down by her neck. “No! Please! Stop!” Jungkook flipped her around and took her from behind. He spanked her ass multiple times, leaving his hand print on her skin. He pulled out and got up from the bed, dragging her along with him. “Look at yourself, you fucking slut.” Jungkook pulled her hair and forced her to look at herself in the mirror. “Watch me fuck you, slut. If I see your eyes aren’t open, I’ll slit your family's throat and send you pictures.”

“No! No! Please don’t! I- I won’t close my eyes, I promise.” Jungkook thrusted in again and had no mercy on her. Tears were rushing down her face but didn't once close her eyes. Jungkook deliberately went faster seeing if she could handle the pain. It took a lot out of her, but she didn’t want to put her family in danger so she listened to every order. Jungkook continued fucking her hard. He could sense the fear that was taking over her body. She was shaking and silently crying, but it merely encouraged him to go faster. At last, he pushed his whole length in and came deep inside her. She squirted around him and collapsed on the floor. “No more, please” “Get on your knees, now!” She whimpered but got on her knees. Jungkook didn’t waste a second to shove his whole cock in her mouth. He grabbed her face and started fucking her throat as fast as he could. After some time, hot cum was running down her throat as he finally pulled out. The poor girl was choking on her own saliva when Jungkook clutched her hair and spat in her mouth.

Jungkook wanted to go for another round, but someone hit his head, knocking him out. Jungkook fell to the floor, revealing a conscious Taehyung. He immediately picked her off the floor and hugged her tightly. She started sobbing on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, baby. We have to leave.” He quietly spoke. Taehyung quickly cleaned her up and gave her some warm clothes to wear. He carried her out of the apartment and into his car. He quickly dialed someone’s number and stepped on the gas.

“Hello?”

“Jimin! Take your fucking brother back to hell. He’s lost his fucking mind. He knocked me unconscious and raped my girlfriend.”

“Holy shit! Where is he?”

Taehyung quickly informs Jimin of Jungkook’s location.

“I’ll pick him up. Just find a safe place, Tae.”

“Yeah, I will.”

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After receiving the call from Taehyung, Jimin rushed to Jungkook. He was still on the floor, passed out. “How hard did you hit him, Taehyung?” Jimin muttered before bringing Jungkook back to hell and chaining him up.

Jungkook woke up with his head pounding. He groaned and looked at his surroundings. “What the hell?” He spoke in a raspy voice. “Wake up, brother. Taehyung informed me you were up to no good.” Right, that bastard Taehyung, he thought. Memories of last night came rushing to his head and he couldn't help but smile. “Where’s Y/N?” Jungkook asked, replaying last night in his head. “Y/N? As in Taehyung’s girlfriend?”

“Don’t call her Taehyung’s girlfriend. Soon, she’ll find her way back to me.”

“Brother, I knew you were absurd, but fucking Taehyung’s girlfriend? Really?”

“You’ve never seen her before, so you won’t understand. But as soon as you get close to her, I ensure you, you won’t be capable of controlling yourself.”

“I’ll see for myself.” Jimin said before getting up and closing the heavy metal door, leaving Jungkook alone.

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1 month later

After the incident with Jungkook, Y/N and Taehyung got into a serious relationship. Every single day, Taehyung worked on becoming stronger to protect his beloved. He felt remorseful for placing her in this kind of situation, so the least he could do is protect her. Y/N was deeply in love with Taehyung. At first, she kept telling herself she only wants him around so he can keep her safe, however she couldn’t help herself. She let go of what he did in the past and focused on the present.

“Taehyung! I’m home!” Taehyung pops his head from the kitchen and she swiftly runs into his embrace. “I missed you.” She pouted her lips and kissed him. “Guess what?”

“What?”

“I missed you more.” She giggles at his response and pecks him all over his face. Taehyung picked her up and sat on the couch with her on his lap. A sweet make out turned into a heated one quickly. She tugged on his shirt then removed it for him and he did the same for her. “How about we try something different?” Taehyung placed her on one of his thighs and placed both of his hands on her ass. “Ride my thigh, angel.” She started moving slowly, unsure of how it might feel. Once her clit started getting some stimulation, she kept going faster and faster, falling apart in Taehyung’s arms. She clenched and came around nothing while Taehyung attacked her tits with his mouth. He left a trail of hickeys all over her upper chest. Taehyung came in his pants just from watching her and feeling her juices leak onto his thigh.

They both eagerly kissed each other until Y/N pulled away. “Can we go out for dinner? I don’t feel like cooking today.” She panted, playing with Taehyung’s hair. “Of course we can.”

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The long-awaited day had finally come. The crowd was larger than it ever had been. Everyone came down to watch the ritual and pay their respects to the new king. Torches were pointed downward, symbolizing death. In the middle of the stadium, there was a massive platform. On the platform, there was a throne, a crown, a pentagram and a tied up angel for the sacrifice. Jimin and his father stood side by side, wearing black suits. The crowd went silent when everyone detected a compelling, cold presence. Jungkook revealed himself from the shadows in his true form. He was shirtless with only a thin fabric wrapped around his waist. He walked to the platform and laid down on the pentagram. Everyone knew, this was the beginning of a new chapter.

Moments later Jungkook was screaming in pain. His body became a portal for all the previous kings. They were passing their abilities down to him, resulting in Jungkook's chest and back being burned. Everyone in the audience stood up and started chanting. Jungkook sat upright and headed towards the angel who was pleading for mercy. He manipulated his sharp nail and slit their throat, killing them in a matter of seconds. He attached his mouth onto their neck as the chanting got louder. The warm, thick liquid gliding down his throat was incredibly addictive. Jungkook could feel his power triple in seconds. He tossed the deceased angel away like a rag doll then faced his people. He stretched his wings and grew out his horns.

“I am honoured to be your new king. Thank you to everyone who came to watch the ritual. Please know I’ve acknowledged your presence and respect. I greatly appreciate it.”

Everyone applauded for Jungkook. Surviving the ritual requires an enormous amount of strength. Jungkook has proved to everyone that he is worthy of being king.

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“Are you ready? I feel like I’ve been waiting forever.” Taehyung said, sitting down on the couch. He was dressed up in his black suit and tie, looking flawless like always. 5 minutes had passed, and he still hadn’t heard a word from her. “Angel? What’s taking so long? Do you need help with your dress?” Taehyung walked back to their shared bedroom only to see Jungkook holding her down with his sharp nail on her neck. “I’m giving you two options, Taehyung. Let me have her, and I won’t hurt her or, she dies, I take her back to hell and torture her for eternity. What will it be, Taehyung?” All Taehyung saw was red. Without realizing, he changed into his demon form and attacked Jungkook. He managed to get him off of her, but strength and power wise, Taehyung was no match. Jungkook punched him over and over, until his nose and jaw was broken.

“Fuck you, Jungkook. I let you have everything! I gave it all up for you because I wanted to be a good friend! One good thing happens in my life and you fucking take it away!” Taehyung yelled, managing to punch him one last time. Y/N sprinted off the bed and rushed to Taehyung’s side. She didn’t care that Jungkook was there, all she cared about was Taehyung. “Taehyung! You’re bleeding! What should I do?! Should I call the ambulance?!” Taehyung looked into her eyes and his heart softened. Tears were streaming down her face. She was actually worried about him. Even after he revealed his true form, she stayed by his side. Does that mean she loves him? Taehyung slightly smiled. “I’ll be alright, love. I’ll heal by tomorrow.”

“No, you won’t.” Jungkook interjected as he got up and kicked Taehyung’s head. “STOP!” She screamed, protecting Taehyung with her body. She wrapped her arms around his head so Jungkook couldn't kick him. “C- can’t you see he’s hurt?! Leave him alone!” She bawled. “I’m not going to leave him alone until he makes a decision. So Taehyung, what will it be?” Taehyung wrapped his arms around her waist, refusing to let her go. “There are billions of other people in the world. Why do you want MY girlfriend?!”

“Don’t question me, Taehyung. Now give me her, or I’ll have to forcefully take her.”

Y/N started sobbing on Taehyung’s shoulder. “Please don’t take him away from me. I love him. Please don’t.” She begged, her tears staining Taehyung’s shirt. Jungkook was slowly starting to lose his temper. He massaged his temples then grabbed her arm, prying her off and away from Taehyung. “If you don’t come back with me to hell, I’ll kill Taehyung right here right now. Or better yet, I’ll make you help me kill him.”

Y/N began to shake. “Please don’t hurt him. I’ll go back with you.”

“No! Y/N he’s going to hurt you! Jungkook you can kill me but leave her alone after I die. You break the promise and will die too.”

“No, Taehyung! I can’t let you die! You can’t leave me alone!” Jungkook pushed the girl back and kicked Taehyung in the stomach. “If you want her so badly, you’re going to have to fight me.” With that, Jungkook turned around, picked her up and disappeared. “NO! Shit! Shit!” Taehyung cursed at himself.

Once again, he failed to protect his love.

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Uhhh, hi🤠

This is terrible and I’m sorry if it doesn’t live up to your expectations. I completely understand because many people have been waiting for this fic to release and it’s not even good. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed what part 1 has to offer. At first, I didn’t want to make this into a series because I’m very inconsistent. However, I had a sickening plot in mind that I really wanted to do, so the next best option was to make this into a series.

I know, not a lot of Jimin was in this, but the next couple of parts will have him.

xoxo,

naina❣️

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Have Mercy - TWD Rewrite Chapter One

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Summary: The Sanctuary. Anna couldn’t quite figure it if she really lived there freely or if she was kept prisoner. In any case, getting out wasn’t really an option. Her father would never allow it. She had to be kept safe. She got that but, she was not one to follow orders too closely. She was secretly waiting for the perfect opportunity that would allow her to escape.

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Warnings: Daddy issues ? (Does it scream daddy issues ? Maybe, idk you tell me. Never said I didn’t have daddy issues tho but maybe this whole fanfic is gonna scream daddy issues at some points lol), fugue, Carl being the pure ANGEL he is (gimme back my baby pls), angst, cursing, language, survival, mentions of death, nostalgic, worrying health and undernutrition, spoilers season 7 & season 8, little season 10 spoiler hidden somewhere (if you know you know eheh)

Sitting crossed-legs on her bed, Anna was staring at the books on the shelves against the wall of her room. A room she liked to think of as a cell lately. A golden cell. She sighed. She was bored and observed absently a fucking plant put on a dresser in front of her. She had no interest in it right now. Leaning towards the edge of her bed, she put her arm under and grabbed a worn-leather diary and opened it to the very first page. June 12th, 2008. Pretty much a couple years before all this happened. She missed the good old time, and although in a way everything seemed simpler now, it was just as much crap. It was the first notebook of a kind of series, where she jotted down everything that came into her head as long as she wanted to write it down. Since primary school, Anna had accumulated an awful lot of them. Since her mother had offered her her very first diary in 2008, when she was just about 9-year-old, the one she was holding in her hands, she had taken a liking to see the evolution of her way of thinking and seeing things, from this June 12th, 2008 to now.

Sometimes, when she would re-read her old diary like this one, she would realized over and over again how much of a spoiled brat she was. To her parents she was sweet, the perfect little girl and at school, with other children, she would be incredibly bossy. A fucking little pain in the ass. In fact, it wasn’t really her fault. She just wanted to show that she had a strong character, like her father and make the latter proud. It had always been about him. She had always wanted to be her daddy's little girl. Let him be proud of her. She sought everyone’s attention because her dad was giving her attention, and therefore she wanted to impress everyone else, to make them admire her, so that she would be able to shove them away whenever she wanted. That would give her power. Her father was an example to her, not especially a good one, but still her most important one. Anna realized it now. That the only ones she could never compete with were her parents. The only ones that she admired. The only ones she had once trusted. Despite what had become of her father after the death of her mother, she could never be able to say to herself that he was a monster. It was twisted but no matter what he would do and how he would behave, she could never ever hate him. She just couldn’t.

Suddenly, someone knocked on her bedroom’s door. While keeping the old diary in her hands, she turned her head in its direction. Dwight opened the door, holding a sandwich and a closed soda can into his hands.

“I prepared you a little snack. You hungry?” Anna smiled slightly while standing up from her bed. She put the diary on it and took the sandwich and the soda can, nodding. A snack would not be refused right now.

“Thanks, Dwight.” He smiled back at her before closing Anna's door as he left. Her stomach growled. She sat down on her bed, took one of her books from the shelves on the wall and started eating while reading it. After a moment, she found herself upside down on her bed, head towards the floor and tossed the empty soda can in the air, until she eventually didn't catch it in time, and it fell on her face. She winced as she slid on the floor. “Ugh, fuck.”

She straightened up and sat on the floor, staring at the can, thoughtful. It had been a while since Dwight had came to her room to bring her food. She looked at the window. It was almost night and the sky was darkening outside. Usually, not many people were still hanging around in the halls at this hour. She stood up, grabbed a black hoodie and put it on. Putting her leather jacket over it. She pulled the hood over her head, grabbed the empty can, and left her room. It was her little night-out time. She walked through a few mazes of corridors, as discreetly as possible, before finding THE specific door that interested her and which led to the fence of the camp. The fence where the Saviors' prisoners installed the dead that had come back to life. She put her hand on the doorknob. Luckily the door wasn't closed. She stepped out onto the front steps and sat there. The walkers hadn't seen her yet. Hidden in the dim light, out of their sight, she clutched the can in her hand and tossed it over the wire mesh fence. It fell to the other side with a hollow metallic noise and rolled to the ground.

She stayed there, watching the decomposed bodies stirred around, pulling on the chains which held them to the fence, in a metallic concert. She let herself be lulled by the unpleasant sound of their frantic groans. Whenever she came to see them, she couldn’t help but think of her mother when she turned. Her rolling milky eyes, her sick pale complexion, her mouth tinged with a cold blue, and her scalp, hairless from the chemo. This image of her, tied to the bed, a plastic bag around her head. This image of her haunted Anna. She was barely 11-year-old when it happened and she still thought about it. Every single fucking day. She was taken out of her thoughts when she heard a whistle coming from inside the building. A whistle she would easily recognize among a thousand, filtered through the door ajar. She was sitting there, still, listening to the door opening behind her. Anna knew who it was. It was obvious.

“Not sleeping, huh ?” She shook her head negatively, continuing to stare at the dead. He crouched down to her left and sighed lightly. “Anna, I don't care if you come and spend time here. You can do whatever the fuck you want. But at night, uh-uh, not the best time.”

“When is it the best time then?” She breathed out, not looking at him. He knew she wasn't talking about coming here in the middle of the night anymore. He knew that she had just radically changed the subject in a single sentence. His expression grew more serious, and he took a slight breath. He stood up, spinning Lucille, vertically against the floor.

“This is no longer the time.” He motioned for her to get up. She did so and stood up before following him inside, her hands tucked into the belly pocket of her hoodie, the hood still on her head. “Your hood.”

“What my hood ?”

“Take off your hood.” She couldn't help but giggle. The big bad Negan, able to pop anyone's head without batting an eyelid, asked her to lower her hood. The world might have become a complete mess, but one had to believe that parental responsibilities remained unchanged, and annoying. She shrugged.

“It’s just a hood, dad.”

“And I’m just your father. Take that off, unless it rains inside.” She lowered her hood and bowed a little, plastering a fake smile on her lips. He was standing in front of Anna, leaning back slightly casually, Lucille in his right hand, resting on his shoulder. Now that image of him was the one everyone had and he had become the one everyone feared, respected or admired, or all three, depending on your point of view. “You better get to bed now, Anna.”

“Yeah, right. Night.” He watched her walk into her room before turning around and walk to his. Once she closed the door, Anna didn't waste time. She walked over to her bed, sat down on her knees and pulled a black backpack out from under the metal box spring. She opened it and looked inside. There were a few clothes, two books, a flashlight, and various other items scattered around inside, like a knife. She had had this backpack long before they were quietly housed at the Sanctuary. As she opened her mouth to talk to herself, she let out a yawn instead. “I’ll take care of that tomorrow.”

She closed the zipper and slid the backpack under her bed. Standing up, she let herself crash heavily on the mattress and rolled on her back. She reached over to the calendar that hung on the wall her bed was against, and draw a new line on it with a pen. This allowed her to keep the notion of time, of the years passing by. It had been almost six years already. So Anna was aabout to turn 18 in a few months now. Time was passing so quickly and so slowly at the same time. It felt awful. She then put the pen down and fell asleep, without even turning off her bedside lamp. Anna slept peacefully. It was a dreamless night. For once, it hadn't been marred by nightmares like it used to. She woke up quietly, rubbing her eyes with her fingers, surprised not to see the light on. She took a few seconds to stretch and yawned while standing up. She took off her clothes from the night before, tossed them into a corner of her bedroom, and walked over to her dresser, just wearing her underwear. She opened a drawer and put on clean clothes before tying her blond hair back into a loose ponytail. She took a box of chewing gum that was lying on a shelf, took one out and left her room. Chewing casually, she walked over to the main room and walked along the railing, watching the workers below out of the corner of her eye. She went down the stairs leading to their level and zigzagged between them, stealing a few things in the process.

The morning was already underway as she walked up the stairs, biting into an apple freshly stolen from a stall. She was surprised to see her father arrive alongside a boy around her age. She frowned. She had no idea who he was but his eye patch and hat caught her attention. Anna looked at her father holding Lucille out to the teenager and then, as he turned his head towards her, Anna acted like she wasn't coming their way and turned around to go back downstairs.

“Anna, come and greet our guest.” He smirked, and then Anna was forced to walk over to them, biting into her apple again. Without answering her father she looked at the way the boy was holding Lucille.

“Don't you know how to hold a bat or what? No, I mean, there are ways to hold Lucille.” She spat out.

“Carl, carl, carl. This is my daughter, Annabelle.” He looked at Carl's hand which was holding Lucille, then clicked his tongue several times in annoyance, shaking his head. “It's true, look how you treat Lucille. Show some goddamn respect, kid.”

He suddenly put his left hand on one of Carl's shoulders, laughing lightly. He showed the boy the workers below and banged on the railing. Everyone looked up at them and instantly knelt down. Her father smiled proudly while Carl stared in front of him with discomfort. After a little while, her father resumed left, almost dragging Carl with him. The latter brushed past Anna as he approached the stairs. She gave him a sidelong glance before throwing the core of her apple over the railing and returning to the halls of the building. While doing so, she quietly followed her father and Carl. They were going to an upstairs bedroom. She tried to listen to snatches of their conversation before turning around when she saw a Savior arriving and walking towards the bedroom. On the way back, she passed Sherry coming out of the hallway leading to Daryl's cell. She looked worried and didn't pay any attention to Anna, which was odd and unusual. She liked Anna, despite not liking her father at all. Sherry understood Anna was still just a kid and didn’t blame her for things she had nothing to do with. She hadn't seen her even though the teenage girl was literally standing in the middle of the hallway. Anna raised an eyebrow, wondering what she had been doing there and why she looked so anxious.

Engine sounds coming from outside brought Anna back to earth. She turned to the window at the end of the hall and her eyes widened. Her father and other saviors were leaving the Sanctuary at this very moment, probably heading back to Alexandria. In a rush of adrenaline, she ran to her bedroom. She changed her clothes quickly and grabbed her bag from under her bed. She wasn't wearing the most adequate outfit to escape, so she had to be quick. Anna put on the black sweatshirt from the day before, her leather jacket over it, opaque black pantyhose under a pair of torn dark jeans and black lace-up boots. She opened her bag to check its contents. There was, of course, the gun that she had stolen in the armory, a knife that belonged to her father, a blanket, a little food and ammunition that she had once again stolen and for which another Savior had taken the blame. She sighed and left her room as she passed the handle of her backpack over her shoulder.

When she entered the hallway where Daryl's cell was located, she saw that the door was ajar. She froze. Not knowing what to do, she quickly hid behind a wall and waited to see what was going to happen. After a long minute, Daryl opened the door fully, glanced down the hall, and slipped away. Anna came out of hiding and followed him silently, putting the hood of her sweatshirt over her head. She saw him enter a room and didn't immediately understand why, but when she saw two Saviors coming from the opposite direction, she looked around and in the rush, entered the same room as Daryl. All of a sudden, she felt someone put their hand over her mouth, and it took a second before she realized that it was Daryl. She moaned in surprise but her voice was muffled by his hand.

“If you scream, I kill you.” His voice was cold and firm. There was no room for arguing with him. She nodded slowly, and he released her. She caught her breath before looking at where they were. They were in Dwight's room.

“We're in Dwight's room, I don't think you'll find anything for you here-” He ignored her and searched the room. He knocked over a table, and when he realized she was still there he glared at her, giving her a death stare. She raised her hands in defence. “I want to get out too.”

“You’re not coming with me.” She clenched her fist, while refraining from raising her voice. She didn’t quite like him and he didn’t quite like her either.

“I didn’t plan on coming with you. But if you want to get the hell out of here too, you should hurry up before my father comes back.” She looked around her and saw loose clothes. Anna grabbed them and threw them at Daryl in a rush. It didn't take him too long to change as she peeked down the hall. Once changed, he moved closer to the door.

“If you're Negan's kid... why do you want to get out of here?” There was genuine curiosity in his voice. More because he was suspicious of her than because he was actually interested.

“None of your damn business. Come on, let’s move.” Anna walked out into the hallway and led Daryl to the back door, leading to where the motorcycles were parked. He walked past her. When they stepped outside she looked up and saw him aim a gun at Big Joey. The latter saw me and opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Daryl shot him dead. Footsteps were heard on their left and a man with shoulder-length hair, wearing a black beanie and a long leather coat arrived in front of them.

“Daryl, we have to go.” He looked first at Daryl then at Anna when he saw her. “Who’s that ? You let her follow you ?”

“Don't be stupid, Jesus. Alright, let’s go.” Noises came from the building behind them. The two men didn't lose any more time and exited through the small back gate. Anna imitated them. Her father hadn't come home yet, and she had hopes that she could finally get out. Once outside, she ran as fast as she could to get away from the Sanctuary, even if it meant going deeper into the forest. She wanted to survive at all costs, without being trapped in a fucking ivory tower.

Anna ran for over an hour before she had to stop, totally out of breath and lost. She leaned against a tree, her hands resting on her knees, catching her breath. She breathed out and let herself cry, in the middle of this forest. In the midst of the dead. She was crying because she had just achieved something she had been planning for so long. She dropped to the ground. She was crying because she wanted to see her father again, but not the one she had left behind today. It took her a moment to fully calm down. She took a deep breath and resumed walking through the woods, hoping to find shelter while pulling out the knife she had inside her bag, just in case. She had had to kill some walkers before she hit the road again, but there was nothing she needed to worry about. Everything went fine. All she hoped for now was to never cross paths with the Saviors.

For the rest of the day, she just walked along the road. The air cooled as the sun went down and chills were rising all over her skin. As she stood a few yards from the wreckage of a car left by the side of the road, she froze when she began to hear a multitude of low groans in the distance. She looked around and realized that a horde was coming. She panicked and bent down, pressing herself against the body of the car so as not to be seen. She reached out for the handle and tried to open the car door, letting out a sigh of relief as she felt it open without any resistance. Anna slipped into the car as discreetly as possible and lodged under the glove box after closing the door. She pulled out the blanket she had put in her bag and put it on top of her to hide and prepared to wait for the horde to pass their way. She closed her eyes, convincing herself that everything was going to be just fine.

Each following day, Anna would add a line in the notebook she had taken with her and as the time passed, the page was filling up. On another hand, she was getting more and more tired. She was sleeping badly. On top of that, the most important, she was struggling to find food and drink and was using up her meager rations. After two and a half weeks, exactly 18 lines on her notebook, she managed to find an abandoned house. After making sure that there were no living dead inside, she entered. Upstairs there was a bathroom. The mirror was cracked and covered with a thick layer of dust. She ran her hand several times to get as much dust out of it as possible and after a moment, she could finally see herself a little more clearly. She approached the mirror, staring at her reflection and gently ran her hands over her face. She already had a pretty fair skin, but now her skin seemed much paler than usual. Dark circles were growing slightly under her eyes, and although it could have been worse, her face was a bit thinner. She already had a thin face and hollow cheeks naturally, so the lack of food was even more evident on her. She no longer had just hollow cheeks, but downright emaciated. She looked at her hair. A week ago, she had styled it into a braid, as tight as possible, so as not to be bothered by it, but the more time went on, the dirtier she felt. The last shower she had taken was already two weeks ago.

She rummaged through the bathroom, the bedrooms, and the remains of the rooms in this house, with the sole aim of finding a little something to eat. She had almost used up everything she had taken for food, and she had barely enough water left to rinse her face and hair and take a couple more sips. She also found a pair of broken cisors in a furniture. After rinsing her face, she undid her braid. Her light-coloured hair was greasy and dirty. She took the scissors and tried to cut her hair as straight as possible. She obtained a rather satisfactory trim, in view of the circumstances and the material available, and then, rinsed her hair. The feel of the water on her scalp did her more than good. She settled in the living room and after spending the night in the house, she left the place the next morning. Anna no longer felt afraid of the outside. She killed walkers with ease and only used her gun a few times, mostly using her knife. After another week, she reached a gas station. She smirked slightly, hoping that maybe she could find something there. She didn't really care who she crossed paths with anymore, all she wanted was food.

As soon as she got there, she entered the station to search the premises. She found the shelves emptied or littered with various leftover packages. She sighed and was alerted by noises from outside. She clearly heard voices, but she didn't know who was outside, or how many there were for that matter. She looked around, picked up her backpack from the floor and walked out the back door, clutching her gun in her hand. She zigzagged between the cars parked in front of the station and saw a man entering. She bit her lips. If she had stayed a little longer inside, the man would have seen her, and maybe even attacked her. However, she hadn't heard just one voice and knew that there was still at least one more person outside, somewhere not far from her. And that's when she saw it. This hat. She recognized it as soon as she saw it. It was the hat Carl wore when he visited the Sanctuary almost a month earlier.

Stealthily, she reached him. Coming up behind him, she pointed her gun in his direction. He felt her presence as he stopped moving. Anna didn't know if he would recognize her. He had only seen her once and at the time she was in great shape, clean and well-dressed. She was confident and arrogant. Now she was much more bony, pale and exhausted. She was no more than a shadow of herself. On edge.

“Put down your gun.” He did so, slowly. He was far too docile for her liking and she understood why when she heard the click of a gun near her ear. The man who had entered the station had visibly come out.

“Put down your gun, right now.” It took a few seconds before turning back to him, who for his part had never seen Anna before. He repeated himself, his brow furrowed. She sighed and bent down to put her weapon on the ground. When she stood up, he slid her bag down her arm, forcing her to turn around. “Who are you ?”

Her first instinct was to want to say “I'm Negan” but if she thought twice about it, that might not have been the smartest decision. Not many persons would spare anyone saying that. She had always assumed the Saviors had many enemies. She looked away, holding her back bag in her hands before looking at the man again. Carl had retrieved his gun and was looking straight at her.

“I-” Carl cut her off.

“I know who she is, dad.” The man turned his head towards him for a moment, still watching Anna out of the corner of his eye.

“How could you know who she is ?”

“I had a hard time recognizing her, but I know where I've seen her before.” He marked a pause. “At the Sanctuary.”

“Who are you ?” Carl’s father ignored my question.

“What were you doing there ?” She rolled her eyes.

“Do I need a reason to be anywhere?”

“If you were there, it is because you are part of the Saviors and no one leaves this place. So why are you out here, alone, huh ?” Anna tucked a lock of hair back behind her ear. Carl's father, whose name she still didn't know, kept staring at her suspiciously. She sighed.

“I left the Sanctuary, at the same time than someone from Alexandria. Uh, Daryl, I think.”

“Annabelle,” She looked at Carl when she heard him call her by her full name. “What happened to you ?”

“I've been outside for 25 days, it's more and more difficult to find food and I almost died two or three times, but it's fine.” Carl looked at his father. Anna glanced aside, before anyone spoke to her again.

“Dad, we can’t leave her here.” The latter then laid his gaze on her. He only half believed her and must have found her very arrogant given the position she had apparently found herself in during the previous weeks. Anna was still, pleasantly surprised at the kindness that Carl seemed to be capable of, without even really knowing her. It seemed that he didn't give too much importance to first impressions.

“What's your connection to Negan?” Carl’s father asked.

“He’s my dad.” He froze for a few seconds before looking at Carl again, shaking his head slightly.

“If Negan wants to find her, he will find her. We have bigger concerns right now. Come on.” Carl faced his father, wanting to try to convince him to help her. Anna was more than grateful to him, she really needed a shower and something to eat.

“Dad, we can’t leave her here.” He insisted. “We’re not talking about anyone.”

“That’s right, Carl. We’re talking about Negan’s daughter.” He shook his head again. While he was talking to his son, Anna had an idea. “I'm not going to take the risk of endangering everyone by bringing her back with us.”

“Wait, I could be your bargaining chip.” Anna started to feel desperate. “Please, I really need to take a shower and eat something else than beef jerky.” He looked up at her, but he didn't seem to really look at her and as he didn't respond, Anna was slightly destabilized, waiting for him to say or do something. He put his gun away and pulled out a knife from his belt. She watched him without moving, not knowing what he was planning to do with it until she heard a rattle not far behind her and saw Carl's dad come around her to stab its skull in the utmost calm, as if it were nothing.

“Alright. Let's not hang around any longer, you never know who else you might bump into.” His remark was not trivial. It was directed to Anna, to make her understand that even if he agreed to take her with them, it was more reluctantly than anything else. Anna followed them to a car.

“So, you, who are you ?” Before getting in, she looked at Carl’s father.

“Rick Grimes. Now, get in.” He walked around the car to get to the driver's seat. She sat on the backseat, keeping her backpack against her during the whole ride. They didn't have tied her hands or blindfolded her. They really had to be in a crisis. She looked at Rick as he drove. So that was him that she sometimes heard her father talk about. Rick Grimes. She had never met him before, but she obviously knew the name.

When they got to Alexandria, Anna felt everyone's gaze falling on her. Some Alexandrians closed the gate behind them as Rick pulled the car over. She watched Carl and his father walk out before seeing Rick approach her door. He opened it and grabbed her arm firmly so that she came out while keeping her under control. She put the handle of her bag back over one of her shoulders as she stepped out. Not caring about the questioning looks on them, he accompanied her to a house, followed by Carl. Daryl didn’t look like he was there otherwise Anna could be sure he wouldn’t have been pleased to see her here. Rick opened the front door and finally let go off her arm.

“The bathroom is upstairs, you can go take a shower. I'll go get some clothes for you, and then you will follow me somewhere. I don't want to keep you free, wandering around, for now.” He walked out of the house as Carl walked into the kitchen to take a quick look at the contents of the cupboards.

“I'll get something for you to eat. Go take a shower. You are safe here.” She smiled briefly at him as she went upstairs, keeping her bag with her. Anna opened the bathroom door and put it next to it. She took off her jacket and top, letting them fall to the floor. Suddenly, she heard the door open behind me, and she whirled around.

“My father brought you the clothes,” He froze and turned his head, handing her clothes. “Sorry.”

Anna smiled, holding back from laughing, he had almost instantly turned peony red when he saw her from behind. Luckily he hadn't seen me her from the front, he hadn't seen the beautiful prominent ribs. She still had to face him to retrieve the clothes he handed her but she didn’t care, she was wearing a bra. He looked back at her and a glimmer of concern passed in his left eye.

“Anna-”

“I’m fine, Carl.”

He looked her in the eyes before looking down, nodding, and leaving her alone in the bathroom. She put the clean clothes on the edge of the sink, finishing undressing before taking a good shower. She let the hot water run over her skin. She shivered slightly and for a moment she no longer felt tired or hungry. She genuinely felt good. She took her time, washing her body, rubbing her scalp almost raw to be sure to remove all the grime. Chills ran all over her skin as she stepped out of the shower. She put on her underwear and the clothes that Carl had given her earlier. It was just a simple black tank top, a checkered shirt and plain jeans, but the feeling of the fresh fabrics caressing her clean skin was a nicer feeling than she expected it to be. She stuffed her leather jacket into her bag, put on her black boots and walked out of the bathroom, holding her backpack by the handle. Anna walked downstairs. Rick was standing next to a woman with hair styled in thick brown dreadlocks who stared at her. Rick came up to her.

“Give me all the weapons you have in your bag.” Anna opened her bag and handed her gun and knife to him. He retrieved the weapons one after the other and when he took the handle of the knife in his hand, his gaze fell on something engraved on it. He shifted his thumb. Negan S. was the something engraved on the knife’s handle. He quickly looked up at Anna after seeing it and kept his gaze on her while handing the gun to the woman. She took it. “We’ll keep this.”

“What about my knife ? Can I have it back ?”

“I’m gonna keep it, better not for the owner to found it here. Alright, follow me, Anna.” He wasn’t as threatening as back at the gas station. Anna didn’t argue and followed him. They went onto the street, walked past a couple of other houses and made their way to a black gate that opened onto an outside staircase leading to a basement. As Rick motioned for Anna to come down first, she saw a figure approaching them quickly. She turned her head and recognized Daryl.

“First Dwight and now Negan's kid?” He sounded pretty pissed off. He stopped in front of Rick, giving Anna a look. She frowned.

“I got a name, dickhead.” Rick glanced at her but didn’t even comment.

“Yeah,” Daryl mumbled. “Who gives a shit.”

“Daryl, we’re gonna keep her here.” He pointed to the door at the bottom of the stairs. “As a bargaining chip, just in case.”

“Yeah, but watch out kid, if anything happens because of you, I'll kill you.” He gave Anna a death stare but she just looked bored by his demeanour. Daryl walked away and Rick gave Anna a slight push to get down the stairs. He then opened the door to the basement and let her inside. He left the door open behind them, pulling out a key to unlock a cell and motioned for her to get inside.

“We'll get you something to eat in a little while, until then, keep quiet.” Rick then walked out of the basement and closed the door behind him, plunging the girl into the silence.

She looked around slowly. It was a simple room, not very large, with stone walls. On the floor behind her was a thin mattress, a blanket and a rectangle flattened pillow. Light filtered through a skylight at the top of the wall to her left. She sank onto the mattress with a sigh, pulling her bag closer to her. There was not much left inside it now that she had had to give her weapons to Rick and get rid of her old clothes. There remained her jacket, her notebook, a few crumpled sheets of paper, her blanket and an empty tin can as well as a crushed water bottle. Anna took out the tin can and the bottle, taking up space in her bag for nothing. She threw them in a corner of the cell. She took out her notebook and leafed through it until she came to the page that contained all the lines she had drawn. She searched her bag for her pencil, but its lead was broken. With a sigh, she grabbed her bag and threw it against the cell door in front of her.

Anna tilted her head and grabbed her pendant in her hands. She opened the chain clasp, and placed the necklace in the palm of her right hand, opening the pendant. Inside were two photos, on each side. On the left side, there was a photo of her parents at their wedding. A small baby bump started to loom under her mother’s dress and a bright smile extended the corners of her pink lips. My father stood to her right, dressed in a black and white suit. It was a change from the leather jacket he was constantly wearing nowadays. Anna's gaze fell on her father's face, who was smiling. He had nothing to do with today's Negan. He didn't look so threatening, and yet he was already a hot-tempered man back then. In the photo, he looked so harmless and calm. She looked at the other photo, on the right side. On the latter, Anna was already 6 years old. Her father was carrying her on his shoulders. She let out a sad chuckle. She remembered that day. She was playing in the garden and after getting tired of doing so, wanted to catch a fruit that was hanging from the apple tree. Unsuccessful, her parents got out of the house and her father, who is a very tall man, had taken her on his shoulders so that she could reach the branches of the tree. Her mother wasn’t in the picture because she was the one taking it.

An involuntary tear rolled down her cheek. She wiped it off with the back of her hand. Anna knew that the trigger, the thing that had completely changed him, was her mother's death. And she knew she was more important to him than anyone, that her life was worth a thousand times that of one of his lieutenants. If she died, the last spark of goodness and humanity that were still somewhere in her father would die with her. He would become a real monster, worse than now. The teenager was feeling bad for leaving the Sanctuary overnight, but she wanted to try and help the other survivors. She wanted to try to change her father. She wanted to find the father she could see in these photos inside her necklace. She jumped slightly at the sound of the basement door opening and reflexively closed the pendant of her necklace. She looked up and saw Carl standing there.

“I thought you might be bored, staying here all alone, so, I brought you these.” She put her necklace back around her neck as she stood up and walked over to Carl to grab what he was holding out to her. He held two comics in his hands, and passed them through one of the spaces in the cell grid. She smiled at him as she took them.

“Thanks. That’s nice of you.” She looked at the comics' cover pages then looked up at Carl. “I had similar ones at the Sanctuary.”

“Really ?”

“Yeah. Dwight used to bring me comics whenever he would find some.” A sad smile spread across her face and then Daryl's words, mentionning Dwight, came back to her mind. “Dwight came here ?”

“Uh, yes. He was among the ones who came with Negan to collect stuff.”

“No, I know. I mean… did he already come here ?” Anna gestured to the cell she was in. He nodded, following her hand with his gaze.

“Oh, I see. Yes, he ended up here not too long ago, actually. He had given us information about the Saviors”

“What for ?”

“To help us defeat the Saviors, and therefore your dad.” She didn't seem surprised. She knew that some people wanted him dead. It was hardly something surprising. He opened his mouth to pursue. “We're going to assault the Sanctuary soon. We've already made a plan and collected enough guns.”

“When is the assault planned ?”

“Tomorrow.” Anna looked away for a second, then returned her gaze to Carl. She opened her mouth to speak in turn, but was cut off by the sound of the door opening again. Rick appeared in the basement.

“Carl, what are you doing here ?” He looked at her and the comics she was holding in her hands. They answered his question on their own. “Can you leave us, please ?”

Carl nodded slightly, giving Anna a look before stepping outside. Rick opened the cell gate and stood in front of her, a hand resting on the weapon at his belt. She saw the handle of her knife, also at his belt, but slightly hidden by the shirt Rick was wearing.

“We're going to storm the Sanctuary. You better get as much sleep as you can tonight, because I'm taking you with us.” She had a blank face, but her eyes had widened slightly. She had run away from the Sanctuary, and she felt oddly happy to be able to return there. Rick turned and stretched his arm out to the side, as if to grab something. He then handed Anna a plate. “Eat and rest. Everything will happen very quickly tomorrow.”

She took the plate and looked at the food. As Rick closed the cell again and walked away, she didn't hesitate to sit down on the thin mattress and devour her meal. It wasn't much, but she felt full afterwards. She hadn't eaten a real meal for several weeks. She stayed there, sitting and yawning for long minutes before finally falling asleep. She was awakened in the middlef of the night, by the sound of something falling to the floor. She straightened up with a start and narrowed her eyes, looking around to see where the noise was coming from.

Looking up, she saw the small window overlooking the street, ajar. Anna stood up, wondering why she was open, and stepped forward until her foot stumbled against something that went off and hit the wall. There was a metallic sound that echoed through the whole room. She winced, fearing she had made way too much noise, but it was actually fine. The moonlight shone a blade and Anna gasped quietly, rushing to take the object in her hands. It was her knife. Her father’s knife. She ran her fingers over the engraving of her father's name on the handle before retrieving her bag, still in a corner of the cell after she had thrown it there a few hours before, and shoved it inside. She was willing to bet that Carl had something to do with this. She glanced outside. It was calm. Everyone must have been still sleeping. She hit the skylight shut and went back to bed.

[To be continued...]  

Next Chapter

Published (05/09/2021) by Andrea

Fanfic dedicated to @cathrin2405

[metalgstring]

This is my first ever fanfic , any thoughts pls feel free to tell me…

(English is not my first language so, might be some mistakes) +18 MINORS DNI!!

YOU TASTE LIKE CHOCOLATE

TW: oral f receiving, metal arm kink, and that’s pretty much it 🥸 (+18 MINORS DNI!!)

Pairing: boyfriend!Bucky x reader

Summary: well bucky is always late to dinner night, but this time more than usual, so he better think of a way to make it up…

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Bucky is late, once again. You really try not to be pissed, but it’s the third time this week…

“Baby, where are you?”, that was your fifth and last voicemail, you asked for the check and order your Lyft.

You got to your flat, when entering your living room you discover Bucky on the couch sleeping peacefully, you totally understood that he was tired, but could the man not pick up the phone? Or at least tell you that he wasn’t gonna show up?

Deciding not to make drama (morning where for that) you put a blanket on his body and let him rest.

Late in the night you were woken up by a hand grabbing the elastic of your thong, Bucky (he loved to do that).

“I thought you were sleeping” you said as you turned to face him.

“I’m sorry, doll. I forgot we reschedule date night” he didn’t have you time to reply as he kissed you softly but fiercely, at the same time you felt as he put his body on top of yours. “How can I make it up to you?” He knew the answer, but he loved it when you asked for it.

“Bucky, please” you whimpered in his mouth as his hand was touching your already wet pussy, he didn’t ask for more instructions, he started to make his way down, never breaking eye contact and kissing every inch of you. He grabbed your legs and spread them apart, he pulled the thong out of the way, letting you feel the breeze in your wet folds, not wasting any seconds he went right in, first his tongue licking your cunt lips and slowly parting them apart so he could access you better. His hands moved to your nipples where he started to pinch and pulled them, you grabbed your pillow and started to move your hips, as you wanted him to go faster and deeper in you.

“Bucky please, faster” you cried once again, he looked up and saw your face begging for him to go faster, “So impatient, doll” he chuckle, but he got the message, he gather his hands and with the flesh one he grabbed one leg spreading it apart even more, and then you felt his metal fingers at your entrance, wetting them with his saliva and your slick, as he slowly pushed them inside you, you felt your self clenching around them, they felt so good as always, the cold metal going warm inside you, his tongue was now focusing on you little bud, and it wasn’t long before you you could feel yourself come undone, with his fingers thrusting into you at a rapid pace, and his tongue having no mercy on your clit, you felt yourself shacking as your orgasm came.

Trembling you felt how Bucky was licking everything that you gave him, every single drop. Bucky said something but you really didn’t hear it. He kissed you passionately and you tasted yourself in his lips.

“What was that?” You asked parting your lips apart from him. “I said, am I forgiven now?” You looked him in the eye, you knew he felt bad, but… “Oh no, you’re gonna have to do that at least two more times” you both laughed and kiss each other.

Maybe it wasn’t a bad thing that he missed date night every now and then.

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OK SO THIS IS MY FIRST ONE, pls let me know what you thinkkkk I appreciate it 🥺🥺🥺

[karaslluthor]

supercorp fanfic masterpost pt.2

this has been in my drafts for over a year so here ya go and hasn't been updated since then but if u haven't read these then ur welcome. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

its literally a big ass list jsyk and i did all the tumblr tags back then so idk if they are still the same users but hopefully lmao. 

original part 1 is here boysss

MULTI FICS

somewhere i have never travelled (http://archiveofourown.org/works/9268886/chapters/21008012)

kara and lena visit all different places lenas lived and then they find a home together and its super cute and fluffy I cry

Paranoia Incarnated - @justmickeyfornow

mickey is my fucking supercorp spiritual guider with the best fucking fic and ive read it about 322934 times and still is sooo good. Also the whole heartbeat thing KILLS me. SO MUCH ANGST but literally its worth the death u go through trust me

Transcendent Interactions 

Kara and lena share this bond thing from birth and can feel each others emotions and they finally meet and its so great like im actually fucking in love with this fic and kara gets herself off all the time thinking lena doesn’t know idk just read it u wont regret I stg

Closer and Closer (Until We Collide) - @hallow777 

Im a slut for bed sharing tropes and this is so CUTE like lenas all freaking out because she keeps waking up cuddling kara and alex is oblivious to everything and its just soooo good

So, This Happened?

Drunk kara leaves drunk alex for a more suitable cuddle buddy aka lena lesbian luthor and lena sleeps in a supergirl t shirt bc of course

Sojourn 

Holy mother of fuck as if this fic didn’t absolutely ruin my fucking life??? Lena has to go to London for a month so she invites kara to come with her and lena has a gay awakening and realises shes in love with kara and its SO FUCKING GOOD

just one wrong move (baby, baby)

lena is having karas baby from this alien tech accidentally! And lena is so loved and its so cute like honestly and obviously they fall in love bc duh

hold me, my dear (and don't let go)

kara is a professional cuddler and lena hires her services bc shes a sad touch starved young lady and deserves to have some hugs in her life hello fluff my old friend discovering the moon 

alex and lena brotp and holy fuck does it deliver!!!! Alex is like a wingwoman we all need and kara and lena just need to communicate tbh but AMAZING

Focus on Something You Love, and Breathe

Lex is a little shit as always and wants to kill lena bc he thinks shes in love with supergirl (which she is) so kara says she can stay with her and obviously the angst is juicy and ruined my life. So. Good. Read. It.

Offstage 

College theatre au but like literally one of the best college aus ive ever read!!!! Lenas just a big lesbian and karas confused and they bang secretly and its glorious

it's a boy!

lena takes in a super powered alien baby that falls from the sky and gets a weird neighbor in the form of kara danvers and theres not many chapters yet so im not sure whats happening with kara yet but im super excited for this!!!

Break My Fall 

Kara dates monel but kisses lena as supergirl and its angsty and smutty and all round a good fucking time

carefulness can be damned 

Post 3x7, literally smut with some plot need I say more??

A Foolish Wit - @seabiscuits-us​

if you haven’t read seabiscuits fics are you even a supercorp fan?? Lena needs a husband and Clark Danvers is positively charming and also actually disguised as a man, I mean.. quality content

In My Veins

im soooo excited for this fic because the lena/alex brotp is written so well!!! Basically lena and alex become really good friends bc they both deal with their issues by drinking obvs and kara thinks they are secretly dating and gets upset and im SO READY FOR THIS ANGST

Would You Catch Me If I Fall For You ('Cause I'm falling) 

This is absolutely amazing and so captivating and I was honestly on edge the whole time kudos to the author!!!!! Kara goes back in time to warn lena about her dying on the venture and lena falls in love with her but she disappears and then when real kara and lena meet, kara doesn’t remember knowing lena and ughsalkdhsla its so good.

We Need a New Song

Oh my good golly gosh this fic ruined my life. Ballet au that has barely any ballet and an abundance of GAY and I had to take a moment after reading this to collect myself tbh

and stick it into someone else's heart 

Rhea infected lenas boobs in a cage dress with some weird alien stuff and her and kara have to bang or THEY’LL DIE pretty much but they love each other

The Laws of Fate 

soulmate au where everyone has a red string and lenas points to the sky and shes confused af but it’s a gay slow burn and the angst is good for ur soul

My Sun 

Lena gets into a car accident and kara thinks she died but lex is a maniac and wants lenas help and fdjsaklfs it’s a rollercoaster let me tell you

Mercy on Me 

lena falls under black mercy and in order to bring her back karas has to break her poor little gay heart bc lena thinks her and kara are in looooove AWWW heart shatters

Be your own Hero 

Collection of supercorp one shots!!!!!! Quality content lemme tell yaaaa

pick a blossom and hold it to your breast (honey, you know that’s my love bursting loud from inside) 

kara and lena rely on their late night phone calls with each other and get the feels and go on a date and they are just cute adorable dorks that are nervous  

your voice is pretty, baby (but i’d rather have your pretty skin instead) 

part 2 of pick a blossom ^^^ still adorably cute and a smut chapter I mean come on, treat yoself

Firsts 

kara and lenas first told in the cutest wayyyyyyyy

Whispers 

lena works with lillian to save supergirl and its oh so angsty and kara always believes her girl bc that’s canon

My personal Santa in heels 

Kara loves Christmas almost as much as she loves lena, almost

Timer 

Soulmate AU where everyone can have a device installed to tell them the time until they meet their soulmate, kara and lena love each other but kara cant have a timer installed obvs kryptonian skin and its so cute and soft and angsty

The Fatal Flaw 

Super cool and different fic and keen to see more chapters from this!! Kara doesn’t have her powers (yet) and she meets lena at a party at college and then clark tells her shes actually an alien ooooo im keen

Stay the night 

Lena inherits the national city womens basketball team and star player kara danvers is a muscly babe and they try not to fall in love BUT ITS JUST TOO HARD BECAUSE THEY ARE SOULMATES also I love jack in this such a wingman

1865 

MATTTTTTTTEEEE lena is the daughter of the governor and shes a little rebel. She falls in love with kara but her family has arranged her marriage to monel BUT LIKE THEY JUST LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH btw they are aliens but like in 1865 so cool. Pls update I love this so much

All Our Bodies in the Grass - @seabiscuits-us​

fuckkkkk this fic honestly, amish au and lena knows nothing but kara is down to help her out while also sharing lovely girl mags ;)

B.F.F.W.E.B

Kara and lena are friends with benefits but feels get involveddddd, lenas a useless lesbian

All the little lies 

Kara comes to earth and falls in love with lena but she has to go back to krypton and breaks lenas heart in the process, but she comes back and its only been like 7 months but its been like 3 years for lena!!! (I cant remember exact dates don’t judge me)

half melted m&m's 

lena needs a fake wife to stay in the country so kara is ever so helpful and agrees to be her wife, oh I do love a fake wife trope and this delivers!!!!

The Wrong Superhero 

Lena gets saved by batwoman and supergirl thinks she is super jealous because of superhero-related reasons but shes just in love with lena

We'll Take on the World 

College au, just useless fools in love that need to communicate and make out more

And they call me from beyond the stars 

Omg I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH ok so kara is a ghost (still from krypton and stuff) but no one can see her except lena so lena works on trying to get her back into the physical plane of existence so she can find alex but they FIND LOVE WITH ONE ANOTHER oh my god so angsty let me tell ya be warned

Wait for me to come home 

https://lostariels.tumblr.com/

idk where to even start on this fic honestly, im pretty sure most people have read this bc it’s a rite of passage but fuck it gets me everytime!!!! Army au and there is so much angst and I love it

An Unexpected Surprise 

supercorp baby au!!! Kara and lena bang and kara ends up preggers. Iconic  

Days in a Lifetime 

Kara and lena grow up together, massive slowburn but worth the wait!!!!! ACTUALLY GO AND READ ALL OF STENS BECAUSE I JUST REALISED HOW MANY I PUT IN HERE AND THEY ARE ALL FUCKING GREAT

Do you wanna (like you know I do) - @seabiscuits-us​

another seabiscuit, I couldn’t not put this in!!! CAPE COD and sharing of bunk beds!!! Pls update this my soul is withering away

Purple and Black are my Favorite Colours 

Kara gets in contact with kryptonite that makes her gp! And her and lena b a n g    

ONE SHOTS

danishes and other sweet treats 

oh my fuck this is so cute and its like a long one shot so I mean get on it because kara and lena go to a conference and share a hotel room need I say more  

Sun Kissed 

Kara takes lena on a roadtrip to the science museum for her birthday and my good golly gosh its so cute I could ascend to heaven

Only Human 

A one shot with two chapters in different POV but lenas jealous of monel and then supercorp bang and its all angsty and lena protects kara and tbh they need to communicate but happy endings and love all round

The Right Thing 

Lena freaks out because lex knows her and supergirl are dating and does the most dramatic thing (of course) by distancing herself from kara and did I say angst???/ also I cried multiple times in this

funny how the stars crossed right 

Kara and lena keep meeting at parties and have super dorky costumes and fall in love (literally love anything written by you btw, im going to go ahead and say I would have all yours bookmarked so everyone just check them ALL out)

Accidental Text

kara accidentally sends a love confession to lena and its short and cute!      

Unspoken Promises

supergirl and reign battle and lena finds out about kara being supergirl and supercorp are just obliviously in love

Green (Kara loves it and hates it in equal measure)

Im a sucker for a jealous trope and boy does this deliverrrr. Karas hella jealous of lena having other friends but realises its because shes super in love with her

Crush

Karas jealous because lena is flirting with supergirl but lena knows kara is supergirl so shes actually flirting with kara, nice!

My Donuts

Karas really jealous of sam and lena spending heaps of time together and then kara walks in on them having donuts and she fucking loses it because its their thing duh.

when we get there 

Lena invites kara to her beach house to chill and they obvs fall in love because they are cute af

Have a Break 

Lena is determined to work out how to use a vending machine to get kara her candy and kara and winn are watching it all unfold via cameras in catco, basically lena vs. the machine (himym singing voice)

Self doubt and comforting talks 

Drunk kara, comforting lena fluff and adorableness

Shopping carts and a beautiful girl 

Kara crashes into lenas car in a shopping cart and they go on a date and its SO CUTE

Distractions 

lenas oblivious to kara being supergirl even though kara slips up all the time!!! #nicehalloweencostumekara

Lip Bites & Long Gazes 

lenas a big gay flirt and kara gets frustrated and flustered and calls her out and they make out

Off the Record 

kara spots lena at a gay club and they dance and make out *lizzie mcguire voice this is what dreams are made of*

Not so secret 

the superfriends take a weekend away and kara and lena bang pretty much smut but its cute

come be my lover, be my getaway car 

How many amazing tropes can you fit into one fic (aka the fic that made me lose my fucking mind oh my god its so good, had it include)

A one time thing

Kara and lena end up banging in a motel and kara has an internal meltdown its great

This is Home 

Listen here, this is the most adorable thing my two eyes have ever witnessed. Lena doesn’t really have a home kara the sweet soul she assists her in finding a home with her (aka its kara, kara is her home get it)

Her Biggest Fan 

lena is apart of the supergirl fandom, aka shes me

Drunk Puppy

kara being a drunk gay mess wanting to hunt seashells with lena

Act Natural

kara and lena have hickies and try to hide them on a beach trip with the gang  

Like a date, date 

kara asks lena on a date and lena has a gay panic attack pretty much

Datable 

everyone thinks kara and lena are dating so they just start dating? Amazing

Stop following me, creep 

Please clarify 

Lena tries to tell kara she loves her and wants to date but karas an alien and just doesn’t get it, so cuteeeee

Fate is Written in the Ink (part 1) 

Fate is Written in the Ink (part 2)

Soulmate au!!!! Any ink on your skin appears on your soulmates and omg its so cute like kara draws all this art on herself and lena gets to see it too!!!!!

Muddle my heart (then add a dash of lime) 

Kara keeps going to the bar because punk/bartender Lena is a babe and she has a big lesbian crush on her

be hopeful, don't get broken (stay caught up in the moment) 

angsty dog au and I mean PUPPIEs and SUPERCORP need I say more?

The makings of a family 

Clark is the one who arrives after being stuck in the phantom zone and kara has to look after him and lena helps her out and wow new baby for supercorp

Let Your Guard Down 

Lena in a DEO uniform sparring with kara and its so angsty because lenas mad at kara for not telling her the supergirl secret and then they bang and did I already mention lena in a DEO uniform???  

Do you not like the service here?

Thirsty kara and waitress lena, lenas jealous of alex l o l

here is where time is on our side (part 1) 

our corner of the universe (part 2) 

long oneshot but fuck me its so good. Post daxamite invasion/mon-el coming back and both are healing from everything and go on a roadtrip just wherever the map takes them and oh my fuck its so cute and everything u want in a fic. Part two is the follow up

The Uncanny Valley 

cadmus replaces real lena with a robot version and kara didn’t know but then kara finds lena and its cute  

put these battered bones to rest 

soulmate au (you should know by now im a sucker for a good soulmate au), lena has a foreign name on her hip (its kara btw)

pain

another soulmate au hhehehe soulmates feel each others pain obvs both these babies have a lot of paiiiiiin in their lives

Love is Garbage 

Literally a garbage truck au, im not even going to say more

i know you're out there somewhere waiting (i know the stars can hear us praying) 

Whats this??? Another soulmate au!!! Classic lover one arm, enemy on the other, honestly lena deserves more and just waits for kara to love her and I love this fic, also they help sam!!  

Monster in the Mirror 

Supercorp reveal in the middle of the lena/edge poisoning children episode oooooooh so angsty but happy love ending

Safety 

Supercorp first ever sleepover!!! This is so cute stop

Please Clarify 

Lena tries to ask kara out in every single way possible and kara is an oblivious alien

love is a flower, you gotta let it grow 

Unrequited love makes u grow flower petals in your lungs but when ur love is returned it clears up, this was dope and I love ur work

where our hands hurt from healing - @seabiscuits-us​

its seabiscuit do I need to say more?????? I will tho. Alex and lena match on tinder and become besties and I live for alex/lena brotp so….

blessed be (the mystery of love) - @seabiscuits-us​ 

*dj Khaled voice* ANOTHER ONE, look I love every single fic this one does not disappoint and nothing like a good light hearted first date fisting hahahahahaha

The Luthor and the Super That Saved the World 

Fit it fic for the season three finale where there is more supercorp and less shit writing, LOVE STENS WORK

Kara Danvers and the Brown Belt of Lesbianism 

Karas gay brown belt that she always wears that makes her look like a big ol lesbian drives lena mental bc she so gay

SIN

ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING BY JAZZFORDSHIRE IM NOT FUCKING JOKING LET YOURSELF FALL INTO THIS SMUTFEST AND LIVE UR BEST FUCKING LIFE AND IF YOU HAVENT READ THE CAMPING AU UR NOT EVEN A SUPERCORP STAN

Pleasure 

like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry 

What Happens in the K Room Doesn't Stay in the K Room 

green-eyed monster

Kara shows Lena what makes her Super 

Supergirl, Kara, and a Luthor walk into a bar... 

Late Night Heroics 

Good Vibrations 

Two Lena Luthors and a blonde walk into a bedroom... 

Her perfect match 

Girls' Night 

Happy Halloween, Supergirl 

What She Wants 

make the rules then break them 

an animal within an animal 

THE WILDEST THING IVE EVER READ, STRAP THE FUCK IN (youll understand my pun when you’ve read it)

[jean----ralphio]

BoB live blog ep 2!

Aw yis episode 2 pls

Episode 2: Day of days.

And now for some shameless self-promotion: I named the restaurant in my BoB restaurant!au fanfic Jour des Jours, which according to google translate is French for day of days. It was a French restaurant. See what I did? I’m so smart. Any way it’s on AO3 if you wanna read it – Speirton have sex in a wine cellar. That’s the only thing I remember because tbh what else matters?

Anyway

On to the ep!

02:25 Once again I am an emotional wreck after just the credits. THE. MUSIC.

02:26 THEN THIS SHOW HAS THE AUDACITY TO HIT ME WITH IRL DICK WINTERS. NO. NO I CANNOT. I CANNOT COPE YOU GUYS I AM WEAK I LOVE YOU IRL DICK WINTERS!

04:02 OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD NO DON’T CRY IRL BABY, DON’T CRY I CAN’T HANDLE IT

04:58 RICH. I feel better now. Is it the best idea to be smoking at this point, Rich?

05:12 LOL at Dick staring, and his little smile. Kinda creepy there, Dick.

06:00 This is getting stressful. I am getting stressed.

06:15 Dick I really wish you would move away from the fucking door, I am having a hard enough time as it is

06:40 RICH.

06:45 Oh, nervous boys

06:56 Rich be careful, don’t break the clicky thing

07:27 OH GOD

08:08 OH SHIT

08:20 OH GOD NO. I AM STRESSED.

08:57 OH NO

09:05 OH NOOOOO

09:17 OH NO, OH GOD, FUCK

09:30 GUYS. STRESS.

10:20 JESUS SHIT

10:21 THAT WAS A MESS

11:05 I’m still so scared ahhhh Dick :s

11:08 Oh what did he lose? All his gear?? It’s karma for stressing me out so much.

11:14 That looked like it hurt

11:24 Aw baby. Hey Moriarty.

11:37 Dick coached the basketball team? Cute

11:57 LMFAO at their little crab walks

12:00 Nope. Not that way. Abort abort

12:24 Aw Moriarty looks so scared. It’s OK Moriarty you’re safe with Dad Winters.

13:01 OHHH his little shuddery breath <3 It’s OK! Dick will protect you!

13:33 Dick is just the sweetest, calming him down and cheering him up. And he’s so chill and natural about it.

13:40 “We’re not lost, private, we’re in Normandy.” LOL DICK ILY

14:31 That’s so cute, they’re so desperate to get to Dad <3

14:52 DAFUQ.

14:53 Ohhhh. Still weird. Smart but weird.

16:16 Everyone’s so happy to see Dick <3

16:25 “Who the hell is Hall?” Sorry I snorted lmao

16:55 Dad to the rescue

17:35 DAMMIT BILL. THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS.

17:47 NOT THE HORSE! COME ON, BILL, DAFUQ

18:00 I do not like this. At all.

18:04 STOP.

18:17 DAD IS ANGRY. AND SO AM I.

18:20 Are you trying to step into the vacant punk bitch role, now that Ross is gone, Bill? ILY but come on, man.

18:23 Thank you Joe/Charlie

18:34 BILL. DO NOT.

18:37 Moriarty, baby, it’s OK

18:44 LMAO

19:11 Ew mosquitoes

19:25 Joe/Charlie is the best <3 “What was he gonna do, shout at them?” <3

19:42 Oh dear

20:10 The cows are like lol fuck off, this is our bombed out little field, get your own

20:14 Oh no

20:54 Malark, honey, no

21:24 Dick’s like ohhhhhh

21:44 Malark! Come on, leave him alone

21:50 The biggest plot twist

21:55 Fella’s hot

22:08 Same as you, Malark

22:18 I wouldn’t mind fraternizing with that particular enemy tbh

22:29 Ah. Poor horses </3 The boys had to make do I guess…

22:50 Lieb <3

23:01 Buck’s here too, thank God

23:14 Lord, thank you for his eyes

23:15 Look I feel like the most important issue has not been addressed WHERE THE FUCK IS RICH?

23:26 Dick’s like oh fuck I hope not. Except Dick Winters would never swear

23:32 Speirs! His smile is so creepy.

23:36 Speirs is like I don’t know, and I don’t care, it’s fine. I’m a one-man platoon, everyone else would just slow me down.

23:43 DON’T GIVE THEM TO HIM BUCK

24:03 No baby, you won’t.

24:10 Hot guy knows it, too

24:18 Speirs makes slogging through that mud look so easy lol

24:40 *Sigh*

25:15 Is Joe/Charlie still fixated on getting to Berlin to shank Hitler? Probably

25:58 Lol Speirs is so nosy

27:00 Aw but he bonded with you! Aw baby </3

27:15 Mood, tbh. Lip is literally the only Easy boy I would trust with TNT.

28:05 I don’t know why but this makes me lol. Stop playing hide and seek in the car, Dick

29:57 That’s my aesthetic. Lip and blossoms.

30:13 Speirs, your boy needs you!

31:04 There’s so much happening so fast, I can’t keep up. Which is probably on purpose.

31:21 OK I’M SO SORRY BUT THE “FUCK! MY ASS!” SUBTITLE STAYED ON MY SCREEN FOR THE LONGEST TIME AND I LOST MY SHIT LAUGHING

31:39 Aw, Pop, baby

32:12 So stressful. Again.

32:29 Buck’s like oh cool that’s sick, lemme see

33:05 BUCK! Be careful!

33:18 Joe/Charlie is not having a good time right now. You know what would make things better for him? IF RICH WAS THERE. WHERE. IS. RICH.

34:13 He got his brass knuckles at last, so there’s that.

35:00 Malark!!

35:10 YOU IDIOT WHAT ARE YOU DOING

35:30 Lip’s busy being mum, give him a sec

35:55 Love you Moriarty

37:02 I just. The camera. Like shaking and mirroring his running and you can just feel the desperation and the frantic emotions and you can’t tell what’s happening because HE can’t tell what’s happening and it’s all just so rushed and scary and such a scramble and I.

37:38 Noooo

38:02 NOOOOOOOOOO

38:06 Not your fault Dick

38:26 I gasped

38:42 Ohhhh lookey here

38:55 Aw Lip

39:04 JFC. SPEIRS. MY DUDE. ISTG. He just springs up out of nowhere with a pile of ammo. (Also his fingers? JFC Lord have mercy). I feel like he is just SO. EXCITED. TO. KILL. So terrifying.

39:47 LMAO ohhh Lip <3 Your BF is here now, it’s fine.

41:09 I wish my husband would roll in on a tank. Actually no. No I don’t. I would be very concerned and would tell him to put it back where he found it.

41:12 FLIRTING. AGAIN. It’s almost cute enough to distract me from the fact that I HAVEN’T SEEN RICH IN A LONG TIME I AM NOT CONTENT. I do feel like it’s key that that is legit the first thing Nix does upon seeing Dick alive and well <3

42:25 Aw boys. I loved this whole scene.

43:22 Aw lol Dick

43:41 LMFAO GET WRECKED BILL

43:56 Dick your husband is calling you, pay attention

44:11 “Don’t ever get a cat” LMAO. Let your husband open the can, Dick. Aw I love that Nix knows already something is wrong and Dick is upset.

44:47 NIX GO TO HIM

44:55 You will save more people, Dick </3

46:00 Baby

46:30 DESERVED

 Guys I would like to file an official complaint about the lack of Rich.

But God.

This episode. Play time and training time and running around Taccoa and Pottery barn in England with Ross the douchebag, that’s all in the past. Now it’s all real </3

[miguel-manbemel]

Aspects & Fanfics Ep. 26: A Side is Born Part 1: Virgil’s Pregnancy

Today is one year since the first episode of this story inspired on Sanders Sides by Thomas Sanders and Joan S. was released. I figured I had to do something special to celebrate it and I decided to try something new. And I decided to do something that hasn’t been done even on the original Sanders Sides: a five part epic serialized story starring the Sides.

The fun fact is that this originally started as a regular entry and the idea of a multipart episode came when I wrote the ending. And yes, the title is quite revealing. A new original Side is joining the story and it’s gonna be Roman and Virgil’s son. They’re not human so why not making a male pregnancy possible in this universe? I hope you enjoy this silly opening for this story which will be released on a weekly basis. So, until next week.

WARNINGS: The story features a physical childbirth with the struggles and pain usually associated with it, including a scene of vomiting, if it could be a trigger. Existential doubts for Virgil are to be found in the story too. Also romantic prinxiety and logicality, and a brief hint to romantic receipt played for laughs. Because yes, Remus appears, but he’s an ally in the story. This doesn’t prevent him from doing his anctics of course.

SYNOPSIS: Thomas feels strangely nervous, so he feels something’s wrong with Virgil. He’s sick and nauseous and his belly starts growing so they all deduce that Virgil must be pregnant. Now they wonder how this happened and Virgil has doubts about if he’s gonna be a good parent or not.

EPISODE INDEX

[Thomas is reading from his cell phone]

THOMAS: Merci… Gracias… Grazie… Go raibh maith agat… Efharisto… Danke schön… Tack så mycket… Dank je wel… Hvala… [noticing the camera] Oh, there you are. What am I doing, you say? Well, I’m learning how to say “Thank you” in as many European languages as I can. Soon I’ll be traveling to Europe and I want everyone to understand at least that from me… The next thing I’ll learn will be how to say “I love you”. What? That’s so me, you say? Well, thank you so much from the bottom of my heart and I’m grateful and proud of having you as my wonderful followers, the best followers anyone could ever ask for… but I don’t know what you mean by “that’s so me”.

[intro sequence]

THOMAS: What is up, everybody? Today hasn’t been a really good day. I don’t know why, but I have been feeling on the edge all day. Really, really nervous, and I don’t know why, cause we didn’t have specially stressful projects today. Well, I guess you know what comes next. If an emotion of mine spirals out of control, I have the advantage of being able to talk to that emotion face to face, so here we go. Virgil? Could you come here, please?

[Virgil rises up. He looks pale and sick]

VIRGIL: What do you want… [retches] Thomas?

THOMAS: Whoa… Are you okay, Virge? You look sick…

VIRGIL: Very observant, detective Sanders… I’ve been feeling awful today.

ROMAN: [rising up] Why didn’t you tell me any of this, my love?

VIRGIL: I didn’t want to concern you, Roman. Probably it’s just something I’ve eaten that’s not agreeing with my stomach.

ROMAN: Still, my duty as your husband is taking care of you when you’re feeling bad. I thought we had agreed on not hiding things from each other.

VIRGIL: Don’t worry, Roman, I’m sure this is not serious.

PATTON: [rising up] What is this about not feeling well, son?

VIRGIL: Oh… don’t worry, dad, I’m…

[Virgil can’t end his statement, as he suddenly turns around and starts loudly vomiting off-screen. Faces of disgust are shown from each of the Sides and Thomas]

THOMAS: Oh, my gosh…

ROMAN: It… It’s the first time that I see… magenta vomit?

PATTON: It would be cute if it wasn’t so disgusting…

THOMAS: What the heck did you have for breakfast today, Virgil, a bag of ink cartridges?

VIRGIL: [turning front] Do you think I am Remus or something? I’m sorry for this mess, Thomas. I… I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. I didn’t eat anything unusual today.

ROMAN: I don’t know… Could it be indigestion over too much eating?

VIRGIL: What do you mean?

ROMAN: Well, I’m sorry, my love, I didn’t want to say it, but… I think you’re gaining a bit of weight lately.

VIRGIL: What?

ROMAN: I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude, but… look at your belly.

[Virgil looks at his belly. His purple shirt is too tight on it]

ROMAN: Your delicious abs are gone right now. Don’t get me wrong. I love that chubby belly and I’ll love you in any body shape, but I’m just worried about how you’ve gone chubby so suddenly.

VIRGIL: [angry] I’m not chubby! And I’m not fat, for the record! It’s just the belly what has got thicker! [suddenly outbursts crying] Why you have to be so rude!?

[Virgil starts crying, sobbing, with both hands covering his face]

ROMAN: [scared] I’m sorry! I’m sorry, my love! I’m sorry!

THOMAS: Morning nausea, protuberant belly, irritability and emotions on the edge… Heh… It’s funny. If you weren’t a man I would say that you’ve got all the symptoms of being pregnant.

[Virgil slowly lowers his hands from his face and looks at Thomas with a face of horror]

THOMAS: [serious] Wait… don’t tell me that you can…

VIRGIL: Oh… my… goodness… [putting his hands on his belly] For the love of Gerard Way…

THOMAS: But… this is not a Sims game! Since when can a person with male reproductive organs get pregnant!?

ROMAN: [in shock] I… I didn’t know that was possible either.

VIRGIL: [stuttering] I wasn’t certain if it could be possible. But these past months I was thinking… How did Patton have me? All of us, the Sides of Thomas, are male like him, so there were only two options. Either Patton got someone pregnant who delivered me, or he got pregnant with me at some point. In any case, there was a male Side delivering me. The alternative is me being created by the Mind Palace itself, like most Sides, and therefore Patton not being my real father, which I know it can’t be true, given the special kind of love and connection that we share. I refuse to believe that Patton is not my real father. That’s out of the question.

PATTON: You are my son, Virgil. Never have any doubts about it, because the connection that exists between us both, the kind of pure, unconditional love that I feel for you and you feel for me, that wouldn’t exist otherwise. However, I’m a bit confused. By that time, I hadn’t been with anyone yet… and I haven’t got any recollection of having you through pregnancy. Is that how kids are…?

VIRGIL: Either way, it probably was so long ago that you don’t remember how it happened, just as I don’t remember being born as a Light Side, then turning Dark. [makes a sudden pause and looks at Patton with a serious face] Wait… what do you mean by “by that time”, dad? Do you mean that after I was born you have…?

ROMAN: [interrupting Virgil, nervously] Um… Thomas, I think we need Logan to shed a light to all of this, don’t you agree?

THOMAS: Yes, I’m so confused that I think my head is going to explode. I hope Logan can help us. Logan, could you come here, please!?

LOGAN: [rising up] How may I serve you, Thomas?

THOMAS: It’s not me who needs help. It’s Virgil.

LOGAN: Well, what’s the problem?

VIRGIL: I know it doesn’t make any sense and that it defies all laws of reproduction, but… I think I might be pregnant.

LOGAN: [unconcerned] Okay. How do you feel?

THOMAS: What? You think it’s completely logical that a male individual can get pregnant?

LOGAN: Well, I would find it completely illogical if Virgil was human. But he’s not, and as you know, not all laws of science apply to the Mind Palace, so in theory is perfectly possible for him to get pregnant. It is the first time that I’ve seen it with my own eyes, though. [looking furtively at Patton] That means we’ll have to take extra precautions when…

ROMAN: [nervously, looking at Logan with a murderous glance] Um… yes, Logan we all must always take precautions when. But it’s a little late for you to tell us this, don’t you think?

LOGAN: Well, you should be happy, Roman. I thought your biggest concern was your apparent inability to, following the laws of your principality, conceive a legitimate heir to the throne of Sandersia because you didn’t want to spend the rest of your life with anyone other than Virgil. Now that’s solved and you’ll get the legitimate offspring you always wanted to have while preserving your true love.

ROMAN: I… I hadn’t thought about that… But that’s right, Virge, I always wished to have offspring and you made the miracle possible. I love you.

VIRGIL: Well, I love you too, but I would have wished to know that this was possible beforehand, so that we could have planned this all more carefully.

LOGAN: First, before we continue theorizing, I think it would be best if I made a little check on Virgil to verify or counter-verify the news. It would be silly to talk about it when we don’t know yet if you’re really expecting. For all we know, it could just be a bad case of gas.

VIRGIL: I wish, but I don’t think so. Do I have to pee in a glass or something?

LOGAN: That won’t be necessary, just relax and let me do my work.

ROMAN: Won’t the shaking energy you use be dangerous for the baby, if they exist?

LOGAN: Don’t worry, I’ll be working on low power to avoid any damages to the child. Virgil open up your hoodie and lift up your shirt. I’ll need direct contact with your skin to be able to make a low-power check on you.

VIRGIL: Okay, Logan, you’re the doctor.

[Virgil opens up his hoodie and, with some difficulty as it is already too tight, he lifts his shirt up to the chest. Logan approaches Virgil and puts his hand gently on Virgil’s belly button, then starts caressing Virgil’s belly gently]

VIRGIL: It’s funny, I feel like a weird tingling sensation wherever Logan places his hand…

THOMAS: Incredible, it looks as if your belly was growing bigger by the minute as we speak… No offense, dude, I have felt that sensation myself sometimes after eating too much pizza.

LOGAN: Guys, be quiet, please. It’s harder for me to compile data while working with this low amount of power, I need silence or I won’t read anything.

THOMAS: Sorry, Logan.

[Logan slowly caresses Virgil’s belly up and down, left and right for a few seconds with a face of huge concentration. Roman, Patton and Thomas watch in expectation]

LOGAN: [taking his hand off] Okay… it’s done.

[Logan returns to his place]

VIRGIL: [on the verge of hysteria] Well, what did you see!?

LOGAN: Congratulations, guys. It’s a boy. Not surprising, though, as all Sides of Thomas share with him the same sex, gender, and attributes.

ROMAN: So, it’s true, then. We have a bun in the oven.

LOGAN: [confused, looking at the kitchen] I… I don’t think so, Roman, the oven is unlit and there are no signs of dough on the counter… And what does that have to do with this case, anyway?

THOMAS: It’s an expression, Logan, write it down on your vocab cards. Well, guys, I think we must call the others to give them the news. Deceit! Honesty! Remus!

[Deceit and Honesty rise up. Remus pops up]

DECEIT: What’s the ma… [looking in shock at Virgil, who is still with his shirt up as his now too bulging belly doesn’t let him lower it down] …what is going on here?

[Virgil summons his shirt away and zips up his wider hoodie with no shirt underneath]

VIRGIL: This is going faster than I thought. Wasn’t this supposed to last for nine months or something?

HONESTY: Nine… nine months? You mean that…?

ROMAN: Yes, guys. I don’t know how this happened, but we’re having a baby!

REMUS: Well, we’re all adults, Roman. We all know how babies do happen. [smirk] Wow, you really were hungry after these two months away from your husband! [wiggling his eyebrows] You two made the most of your time together, right?

PATTON: I didn’t know that’s what you had to do to make babies happen. I didn’t really know this thing existed until recently, so…

VIRGIL: Until recently? So you recently have…

ROMAN: [interrupting, looking at Patton with another murderous glance] Is no one going to congratulate us?

HONESTY: Of course, Roman. Congratulations!

DECEIT: Congratulations, Virgil. I… I’m happy for you.

VIRGIL: Thank you, Dee.

REMUS: That means that now I’m gonna be an uncle! [gasps realizing something] I’ll be Uncle Remus! [starts singing to the tune of the Disney song] Zeep-a-dee-doo-dah! Zeep-a-de-day! My, oh, my, what a wonderful day… [speaking] I hope you don’t pretend that I don’t exist like it happened to that other famous Uncle Remus from Disney.

THOMAS: Nah, you don’t need to worry. We already tried that and it doesn’t work. Not completely at least.

PATTON: And now not only I’m gonna be a dad! I’m gonna be a grand-dad too! I’m so happy!

[Patton jumps to hug Roman and Virgil, squeezing them a little bit. In doing so, the magenta puddle on the stairs behind Virgil is exposed]

REMUS: Wait, what is that magenta puddle behind Virgil?

[Patton goes back to his spot]

VIRGIL: [looking at the puddle] Oh, that’s right, I forgot to clean it up. I went really sick a moment ago and I puked this magenta… goo.

REMUS: It has a really pretty color… Can I eat it?

EVERYONE: [yelling at the same time] NO!!

REMUS: Ugh… But it looks so delicious… Why letting go to waste such a cute delicacy? [Virgil summons the puddle away] Okay, fine… I’ll make my own magenta puddle later. And I won’t share!

THOMAS: Thank God the vomit’s gone. I was fearing how long it was gonna take me to clean the stain off the carpet.

VIRGIL: One thing I don’t understand is… why was that vomit all magenta? I don’t get it.

LOGAN: Well, magenta is the result of mixing red and purple. Roman is red and you are purple. The Side that is inside of you, about to be born, will be magenta, for sure.

VIRGIL: [in pain, putting his hand on his belly] Aw!

ROMAN: [scared] What was that, Virgil! Are you okay?

VIRGIL: I… I think so… He moved inside me, and kicked me really hard from my insides. It was so weird…

ROMAN: Seriously, Logan. How can this go so fast? This morning he was having the first nausea and now he looks as if he was six months pregnant already!

LOGAN: Well, as I told you, we’re not human. Maybe instead of nine months, Virgil’s pregnancy will be only nine hours. Probably less, judging how fast it’s going.

THOMAS: I was thinking…

LOGAN: What?

THOMAS: When we lost Ira, you said that, one day or another, the Mind Palace would create a new Side to substitute him as Wrath. Could it be that the Side that is about to be born will assume my Wrath functions?

LOGAN: I don’t think so, Thomas. Roman is Creativity and Virgil is Vigilance and Anxiety. The Side that is born from them must have traits from them both, just like Virgil, son of Patton, shares with him that he’s a feeling. Wrath as an aspect is not directly tied with Creativity and Anxiety, it could happen as a product of Anxiety, but it can also happen on its own without it. Besides, it is up to the Mind Palace to create the new Side of Wrath, he won’t be born like this. We’ll still have to wait for the new Wrath to arrive someday.

THOMAS: Okay, if you say so, Logan. But then, what Side of me will he be?

LOGAN: I can’t tell yet. I’ll need to check him when he comes out. Then we’ll know for certain.

VIRGIL: [scared] Guys… How is the baby going to come out from me? Unlike women, I don’t have any ducts in my body through which he could come out.

REMUS: Yeah, is he going to burst out through his chest like in the movie “Alien”?

[Virgil grimaces]

ROMAN: [angry] Remus, please!

REMUS: What? That’s exactly what Virgil was thinking about, only that I put it out into words so you all know what he wanted to say. You’re welcome, Virge.

LOGAN: It’s okay, Virgil. When I checked you out I also checked the baby’s basic biology and status. Remember that our bodies can shape-shift?

VIRGIL: Yes…

LOGAN: Well, so the baby can. When the moment of delivery comes, he will come out through… any open conduct of yours as if it was some kind of gaseous smoke, safely solidifying in your arms without any damage for any of you.

REMUS: So, he’s literally gonna fart my nephew out? [clapping hands excited] That is so my aesthetic! I love it! I wanna have a baby too! Dee, will you help me out!?

DECEIT: [horrified] Whoa! Don’t stay away from me!

REMUS: [happy] Yay! Let’s do it!

DECEIT: [nervous] No, I really meant to say that! When I get nervous I tell the truth! Ugh! Don’t step back! [Remus starts approaching Deceit with his arms wide open and a sick smile] Dang it! Why did I have to be the embodiment of lies!? Guys, don’t help me!

[Deceit starts running away, Remus runs after him. They run in circles for a while while Patton shows a face of confusion, Honesty a face of shock, Logan facepalms, Thomas shows a concerned face and Roman just stares with a void expression. Then Virgil is shown with a face of angry struggle until he snaps]

VIRGIL: [yelling] F… [bleep] …ING SHUT UP!!!

[Everyone looks at Virgil, Deceit and Remus stop and look at Virgil too]

VIRGIL: FOR F… [bleep] ‘S SAKE, SHUT UP! AW! IT HURTS!

ROMAN: Virgil, what’s the matter!?

VIRGIL: How do you want me to know!? This thing inside of me is so heavy now! And it hurts! Aw!

LOGAN: Uh-oh! I think the time has come!

VIRGIL: What!? So soon!? I’m not ready yet!

LOGAN: Well, the baby is gonna pop out, whether you’re ready or not. Come to the couch, come on.

[Roman and Logan grab Virgil’s arms and help him walk to the couch, where he lies down]

VIRGIL: This is horrible! I thought you said it wouldn’t hurt!

LOGAN: No, I said it wouldn’t damage you. I never talked about pain. Your whole abdomen is full of gas as the baby takes that form to get out. How wouldn’t that hurt? Once you start delivering, the pain will disappear, you’ll see.

VIRGIL: Gosh… this all looks so ridiculous! Are you sure this is not some short of stupid nightmare!?

PATTON: It is not, but if it was a dream, why call it a nightmare? This moment, even with the struggle right now, should be something beautiful for you. Is it not?

VIRGIL: I don’t know, dad… I don’t know if I’m ready to be a father.

PATTON: Why?

VIRGIL: How am I going to take care of someone else when I can barely take care of myself, and with difficulty? I’m gonna suck as a parent! I’m not good enough for such a huge responsibility! I’m so scared!

ROMAN: [holding Virgil’s hand] You are good enough, Virgil. You’re the one who always takes into consideration all the possible outcomes to any situation before it even happens. The kid wouldn’t be in safer hands than yours.

VIRGIL: But I’m wrong a lot. What if he turns into some kind of manic paranoid because of me? What if I spoil him and turn him into a sad excuse of a Side? What if…?

ROMAN: Enough with those “what ifs”, Virgil! That’s not gonna happen! I’m a little scared too. I think it’s normal to feel unsure when a new life comes into the world and it’s your responsibility to take care of him. But remember that you’re not alone in that responsibility. This child is also my son and I’m gonna take my part of the duty too.

PATTON: And we’re also here to help you two in any way you need.

ROMAN: I’m sure we’ll figure it out. As long as we’re together, we can do it, you’ll see.

VIRGIL: Roman…

ROMAN: Yes?

VIRGIL: Please, don’t drop my hand while it happens.

[Roman smiles lovingly at Virgil and kisses his forehead]

ROMAN: Never. I only beg you something.

VIRGIL: What?

ROMAN: Please, when you’re pushing, don’t break my finger bones while you’re holding my hand… I need it to write.

VIRGIL: [titters] I’ll try… [suddenly in pain again] Nnghh!

LOGAN: Okay, now calm down, Virgil, and listen to me. I’m gonna be your midwife during the process and I’ll help you go through it safely. This is not gonna be like a regular human delivery with contractions and all that stuff. What you’re feeling right now is the baby, in the form of smoke, circulating inside your body, trying to find the way out. It is as if you had a bad case of intestinal cramps. That can really hurt sometimes in a regular situation, so imagine having your whole intestine full of it.

VIRGIL: [in pain] Oh, they’re really bad cramps, I can confirm! Roman, if you want any more babies, you’re gonna carry them!

ROMAN: I… I think one will be enough…

LOGAN: When the smoke reaches the exit, the pain will be gone and will be replaced by the happiness of having your son in your arms, and you’ll think that all you’re going through right now was really worth it. But until that moment comes, I need you to be strong. Okay?

VIRGIL: [whining, his forehead is full of sweat] Okay…

LOGAN: Now, I’m sorry, but I need you to be in more suitable clothing for the operation.

[Logan moves his hands and Virgil is now dressed with a purple hospital gown]

LOGAN: [positioning next to Virgil’s feet] That should do it. It’s open in the back so that the baby can come out… from where he has to come out… while respecting your own privacy.

VIRGIL: Thank you… [in pain] Aw! Here comes the pain again, and it’s worse than ever!

LOGAN: Okay, as I said there are no contractions, but what doesn’t change is that I’ll need you to push.

VIRGIL: Couldn’t I get the epidural?

LOGAN: It’s too late for it to take effect. You’ll have to cope. It will be over in less than a minute.

VIRGIL: Seems more like a century! [yelling] Aaah!

LOGAN: Now, push!

[Virgil makes a gesture of pushing while groaning. Roman looks at Virgil with the hugest concern. Then Virgil stops and loudly pants]

ROMAN: Come on, my love! I believe in you! You’re strong enough to do this!

LOGAN: It’s not enough yet. Push again… now!

[Virgil pushes again. A loud rasping noise is heard]

VIRGIL: Is it out yet?

LOGAN: [with a face of disgust as if smelling something unpleasant, fanning with his hand] No, sorry, that was just a regular fart. But it’s a good sign. The next thing coming out of there will be the baby. Now, one last time, use all your might you have left and push as if tomorrow would never come. Now!

VIRGIL: [pushing] NNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAAA!!!

LOGAN: Here it comes!

[A bright magenta smoke comes out of Virgil’s body. As it comes out forming a magenta cloud, Virgil’s belly shrinks until it returns to its normal flat form, while he shows a face of huge alleviation. Then, the cloud floats to Virgil’s chest and after some seconds, it disappears, to reveal a little baby dressed only with magenta diapers. The baby starts crying]

LOGAN: Well, it’s done. Good job, Virgil.

VIRGIL: [with his eyes full of tears] I… I… look at him, Roman.

ROMAN: [crying] I’m looking at him, Virgil. He’s as handsome as his dad. And I mean you.

THOMAS: [with his eyes full of tears] He looks just like me when I was a baby, I’ve seen photos of that. Congratulations, guys. I’m so happy for you.

VIRGIL: Thank you, Thomas.

ROMAN: Thank you.

THOMAS: Now, how are you going to name him?

VIRGIL: Well, first we need to know what aspect of your personality he’s going to represent. I want him to have a suitable name. [kissing the baby’s crown] A perfect name for a perfect boy.

LOGAN: Let me check the baby now and I’ll tell you what Side of Thomas he is.

[Logan touches the baby gently for a couple of seconds then looks at the couple]

LOGAN: Well, I can tell you confidently that this baby represents Thomas’ creative angst. He’s also his emotional sensitivity, his empathy and the Side that helps him connect his creativity with his emotions. That was probably inherited from his grandpa. Congratulations to you too, Patton, by the way.

PATTON: Thank you, my lo… [noticing he was about to mess up] …o-o-o-gan.

VIRGIL: Okay, I was too busy being worried about what was happening to me earlier. But now that that’s taken care of, what are you three hiding from me? And yes, I’m looking at you too, Roman, don’t think I didn’t notice it earlier. And you called me out for hiding things from you?

ROMAN: I’m sorry, Virgil, I…

PATTON: Sorry, son, I asked him to keep the secret for us. I promise we were gonna tell you eventually.

VIRGIL: Tell me what?

[Logan’s face is bright red. He looks nervously in all directions]

PATTON: I can tell them if you want me to.

LOGAN: No, what kind of teacher would I be if I couldn’t deliver a simple sentence stating a true fact about us? Well, the truth is that… [starts stuttering nervously] well, that Patton and I… well…

[suddenly, out of nowhere, Logan shows a determined face, looks at Patton and plants a long kiss on his mouth. All the Sides look at them in shock]

LOGAN: [breathing heavily] There! That should do it. [pulling out a vocab card] They say that “an image is worth a thousand words”, and since I was never gonna be able to put my feelings down in words, I decided to use the real language of feelings to communicate how much I’m in love with Patton. [embarrassed] Oh, wait, I did say it…

[Virgil looks at Logan and Patton. Notices how red Logan’s face still is and starts slowly giggling. Soon the giggling becomes a loud cackle and the laughter spreads to the rest of the Sides. In the end, even Logan is faintly giggling]

VIRGIL: Wow, I really needed this laugh after what I have just gone through. I’m happy for you two, guys. You really make a cute couple.

PATTON: Thanks, kiddo. Well, I don’t know if I should call you kiddo anymore, now that you’re a father yourself.

VIRGIL: Please, dad, no matter how old I get, and how many children I’ve got – which will only be this one, by the way – never stop calling me kiddo. I’ll always be your kiddo, okay?

PATTON: [heartwarming smile] Okay… kiddo.

ROMAN: Glad that the secret is out. Do you know how many times I was tempted to strangle you every time you messed up? You both suck at hiding secrets.

PATTON: Sorry, Roman. And thank you for staying true to us even if we made it so difficult. And now, kiddos, what name will you choose for the baby?

VIRGIL: I’m too tired right now to choose a name. Roman, you’re the creative one. Choose a name for our son.

ROMAN: Well… Since he’s now royalty, he needs a name worthy of a prince. Creative angst, you said? Hmm…

[all the Sides and Thomas look at Roman in expectation while Roman is thinking]

ROMAN: [talking to himself] Creative angst… Creative angst… If I rearrange these letters, remove some of them and add some more… [yelling to the others] I got it! His name will be Christian. Prince Christian Gerard Sanders. Gerard is in honor of Gerard Way, vocalist from My Chemical Romance, cause I know how much Virgil loves that band. And if you shorten the name to Chris Sanders, it sounds like the famed author of Lilo & Stich and How to Train Your Dragon. Even though that director’s full name is Christopher, I still think the name Christian really suits our boy. Do you like it, Virge?

VIRGIL: Like it? I love it, Roman. Just as much as I love you.

[Roman leans towards Virgil and kisses him]

THOMAS: Well, I think we should all let them rest. Feel free to rest on my couch all the time you need, Virge. You can stay over for dinner if you want.

VIRGIL: Thank you, Thomas, I’d really appreciate that. I need some time before I feel ready to stand up.

THOMAS: Of course, take all the time you need.

VIRGIL: For starters, Logan, would you mind giving me my outfit back? This gown is still open in the back and I can feel something itchy from the couch getting on my higher back and in my… [looking at Patton] … lower back.

THOMAS: Sorry, Virge. I’ve been so busy these past few days… that I didn’t have time to vacuum the couch for a couple of weeks. There probably are crumbs of pizza everywhere and you must be lying on them. I didn’t expect Logan to put you in that open gown.

VIRGIL: Thomas! I’m gonna be itchy for a week!

PATTON: Let me hold the baby, son. Roman, help him brush his back okay?

ROMAN: Okay…

THOMAS: [to the camera, putting himself in front of it, blocking the action behind him] Okay, to all of you out there, thank you much for watching this… weird session of ours we had today, and until next time, take it easy, guys, gals and non binary pals. Peace out!

[end card]

[Virgil is sitting on the couch, already with his usual hoodie on. Roman is next to him. They’re having a pizza that Thomas ordered]

VIRGIL: Is it weird that I feel as if everything today had happened like a decade ago? I can barely remember anything of the bad, [looking at Chris, who is sleeping on a light blue cradle Patton summoned earlier] just the good that came in the end.

ROMAN: Yeah. You never know what life has in store for you. Yesterday we were living our lives like always, and now here we are, facing the ultimate adventure of life that is parenthood.

VIRGIL: It’s a good thing that Logan told us that I can’t produce milk and that I have to summon bottles of formula for him. I don’t know if I could have stood the sensation of having to breastfeed the baby through my nipples. And women can go through this and an even a harder kind of delivery labor than mine? Women are the real superheroes. Kudos to them all.

ROMAN: Yeah… I don’t know why stories like the ones I usually star in always portray women like a delicate creature that needs someone like me to save them. When in reality, most of the time, it’s them who save us in so many different ways.

THOMAS: Do you want any more pizza, guys?

VIRGIL: Oof… thanks, Thomas, it was great pizza, but I’m full.

ROMAN: Me too…

CHILD-LIKE VOICE: [off-screen] Pizza…

[Thomas, Roman and Virgil get quiet]

THOMAS: What was that?

VIRGIL: It sounded like the voice of a kid…

ROMAN: Did the neighbor kid sneak into your apartment to steal your meals again, Thomas?

THOMAS: I hope not. I seriously talked with his parents and they promised me they would severely ground him if he did that again. He wouldn’t dare to…

VOICE: [voice] Pizza! Pizza!

THOMAS: Again! Who’s there!? Where are you!? Show yourself!

ROMAN: Whoever it is, they’re in the same room.

VOICE: Pizza!

VIRGIL: The voice comes from the cradle! [jumping to the cradle] Whoever you are, get away from my son!

ROMAN: I have a samurai sword and I’m gonna use it!

VOICE: Pizza! Gimme pizza! Pizza!

VIRGIL: Um… guys…

ROMAN: What?

VIRGIL: It looks like our little baby is not so… little… anymore… Look…

[Virgil takes Chris out of the cradle. Except that it is now a three year old boy]

CHRIS: [giggling and poking Virgil’s nose] Dad, I want pizza!

THOMAS AND ROMAN: [overlapping] Whaaat!?

[A sign reading “To be continued, guys, gals and non binary pals appears]

[stormbornkhaleesi]

Nikki Sixx x Reader – baby mama

Warning! Precnancy, mentions of unprotected sex, fluff and smut

Also, this is my first fanfic i’ve ever written, have mercy on me pls 

You had always been a girl that lived in a whealthy home, your parents loved you, you had friends, and you had your beloved Nikki. Nikki had been your boyfriend for quite a long time now, you and him meet on tour, when you got the job as their makeup artist as you yourself loved makeup. You loved the job you was given, and with that, the boys grew near you. They always called you nicknames such as doll, sweetcheeks, and babydoll. But the bassist of the band, Nikki Sixx, called you his angel. You always blushed when he pronounced it before your eyes giving you a slight smirk. And well, on an agust night… things just happened.

“ Hey cowboy… you did pretty great out there.” You slightly smirked at Nikki as he ran right into your arms after the show. “I’m so happy that you’re still here.. after all my shit.. and still my shit.” Your lips brushed against his, and a kiss was created. Your hands moved up to his hair and he smiled against your skin. “My angel… I need you..” Nikki led you to his dressing room and threw you down on the bed. You chuckled, “Oh Nikki… you don’t believe how much I missed you two..” He furrowed his brows, “You fucking Vince?” Y/N gave of a big chuckle, “No idiot… you and.. what’s in your pants.” He smirked once again, “Well, I better fuck you like there’s no tomorrow then huh? You nooded and bent over, “I want it doggy Sixx…” He bit his lip, “I was just about to ask.. I have this line I’ve been wanting to take.. snorting it on your ass would make sense.” He slapped your ass and grabbed it, “I love this fucking ass.. but first. I need to fuck you until you scream so much so the boys her ya’” You winked, “Ravish me… cowboy.” Nikki fucked you hard and with every thrust you could swear to god he hit your g-spot. “Nikki, I need to fucking cum, I cant hold it…” He smirked, “Cum for me baby…” As you realeased, Nikki did too. You two were synced. Were Nikki went, you went. What you did, Nikki did. “Hold up, stay still” Nikki poured a white powder out on your left ass cheek, snorting it in an instant. “We are so fucked up, Sixx” You giggled and he smacked your ass, “I would say shut that pretty mouth of yours and kiss me, but your statement is correct… but you still have to kiss me, doll.” You giggled, and the night was long.

A few weeks after you noticed something was off. You weren’t like you used to be. You noticed yourself wanting to throw up, and you noticed a very minimal bump on your stomach. You quickly ran, as fast as you could, in panic to get a precnancy test. What would you tell Nikki if you were pregnant? He couldn’t have a child! Nor did you want a child, as both of you were doing things a child shouldn’t have to grow up with. Nikki was addicted, and there was no way he would grow sober because of a mistake you two made… or would he? When you got back to the buss on the tour area you hurried and the test showed… positive. The two lines stared at you, pierced through your soul like the devil. There was no way you would get rid of this baby, you neither had the heart or wanted to do that. As you came out from the bathroom you noticed Tommy there. “Hey, Y/N, what’s up?” You swallowed harshly “Hey, Tommy, hey.. have you seen Nikki? I kinda fucked up.” He furrowed his brows, “Huh? You fucking up? You’re Nikki’s princess” A tear rolled down your face, “Tommy, I’m pregnant, with his child. He’ll hate me… “ He waved his hand at you, “Look. I know Nikki isn’t and ideal daddy, but believe me Y/N, he’ll love anything realted to you.” You clenched your fist, “I better find him, Tom..” You walked away quikly, not wanting to be embaressed infront of Tommy any longer.

There he stood, smiling at you. “There’s my girl, where have you been baby doll?” You gave him a tight smile and put his hands on your stomach. “Babe. I need to tell you something.. You remember that night, when we fucked like crazy.. I think we forgot a rubber.. and well, I’m pregnant Nikki…” You cried into his chest, “Don’t leave me please..” He grabbed your chin forcing you to look at him, “Hey, angel. Look at me. This baby is ours, and we are gonna make it. Sure, I’m not an ideal father at this point, but I can make this work Y/N. I’ll be sober for you and our miracle, this is our creation, I’ll learn from Vince, with Skylar, he’s a great dad for her now when he’s cleaned up since Sherise got pregnant with Skylar. Now, show that smile for daddy” He winked at you and dried away your tears with his finger, caressing your cheek. “We’ll make this, you, me and our miracle, baby mama.”

[aiigonorus]

why not both?

pairing: eisuke ichinomiya x MC x soryu oh.

rating: mature. it’s nice & smutty.

requested by: just me, lmao. definitely send me a request if you have one tho pls!

word count: ~1700.

author’s notes: okay so this is my first fanfic, crossing my fingers that it’s alright! i wrote this while i was at work on my phone, so pls forgive any errors. anyway, i just had to write this bc every time i look at the picture below, i’m like “man i’d give up my ability to eat chocolate ever again if i could sandwich myself between them”. in addition, since they’re two of my fave characters, the idea of them both being totally whipped for MC & doting on her makes me really happy?? i’m rambling, just pls read it & let me know what y'all think! enjoy 😘

            we’re already on round two, my trembling body firmly straddling eisuke’s. a light sheen of sweat shimmers on my skin, long ____ hair tumbling wildly around my shoulders as wisps stick to my forehead. my lungs are burning, half from the exertion & half from not getting enough air, eisuke’s lips effectively cutting off my supply. his cock is seated fully in me, going so deep i swear i can feel him nudging against my womb. round one had been rough & fast, almost animalistic in its ferocity, which is what i expected from my ceo lover. but this time, he’s going slow, his hips barely moving at all from where they’re sitting on our bed. i’m growing frustrated at his cock hitting all the right spots, just without enough force to give me what i want & need. i try desperately to move my hips, but his fingers tighten on them, keeping me in place. “now now, baby,” he coos, smirking deviously. i whimper as he continues the tortuously slow pace, his lips moving down to my neck to leave a mark there. “who said you could be in control here?” that arrogant tone, as always, sets my teeth on edge. but as drugged with his sex as i am, i’m completely at his mercy, & we both know it; there’s no way i can return with some snark like i usually do. just as i think the torment is going to go on forever, i vaguely hear the door open over the sound of my own heart racing in my ears & i feel cool air on my bare back. he must be home.

            “tch. what, you’re back already?” eisuke doesn’t seem pleased, but that doesn’t stop his cock from driving into my dripping pussy. there’s no answer, just the sound of keys settling on a surface & a jacket being pulled off. i can barely get my eyes open, & when i do, all i can see is eisuke’s handsome, & currently displeased, face. but i do feel the bed dip behind me, & suddenly a broad chest is against my back. “i’m home, princess.” i automatically lean back into his warmth, my mouth still hanging open from eisuke’s thrusts. “think you can handle more?” hands slightly larger than those of the man currently inside me slide around to cup my breasts, fingers tugging at my nipples as i moan quietly. “i’m taking care of her, soryu. wait your turn,” eisuke snaps, apparent jealousy causing him to slap his hips against mine is a blessingly savage thrust. i cry out in response, nails digging into his damp shoulders. “i was asking her, not you. will you let me make love to you too, ______?” unable to form words, i simply mewl incoherently, one of my hands blindly reaching back to slide into the neatly slicked back hair of my other lover. as if i would ever turn either of them down, is what i want to say. instead, i turn my head, searching for a kiss. he’s pleased by my reaction, if his throaty chuckle is any indication. his lips take mine, the gentle nature of them at odds with eisuke’s ferocity. their opposing natures balance each other perfectly, like yin & yang; together, they make up the perfect lover.

            while i’m already tired, soryu’s appearance only adds to my arousal, & i know i can’t stop now. i moan into his deep kiss, eisuke echoing the sound with a hiss as my pussy clenches around him. i’m in no need of wooing or foreplay, & soryu seems to understand that, as he momentarily breaks away from our kiss to strip completely. there’s a twinge of regret that i can’t do that myself, or even just watch him do it, but that’s quickly washed away by the feeling of his fingers on my clit. i quake under the pleasure, one hand wrapping around both of their necks. it’s eisuke’s turn again to kiss me, & no one kisses quite like eisuke ichinomiya. he’s claiming my mouth, tongue conquering the soft cavern like he owns it– & he probably does. the wet muscle is mimicking the motions of his cock inside me, & it takes a moment for my hazy brain to register our change in position. he’s standing by the bed now, hands under my thighs as he wraps my legs around his waist. he’s easily holding my weight, the sudden help of gravity causing him to slide impossibly deeper into my weeping pussy. i almost choke on my own tongue in response until i feel soryu’s large hands trailing down my sides, causing me to shiver. then he’s softly pulling my pert cheeks apart, & i feel a wet finger breach my hole.

            the added sensation causes my eyes to fly open on a gasp, staring up at my beloved narcissist. my head falls back against a strong shoulder, finally managing to catch a glimpse of my beloved mobster’s face. both men’s eyes are narrowed with lust, though soyru’s gaze is just a tad gentler. “relax for me, princess.” i’m overwhelmed by both the sensations & being surrounded by the two most attractive men i’d ever met, but that doesn’t matter. my body is so well trained by them both that it’s already following orders, tense muscles easing so his finger can slide all the way in. another two are added in rapid succession, & i’m this close to cumming all over eisuke’s dick. soryu seems to realize this however, & quickly pulls his fingers from my ass. “you don’t cum–” “–until we say.” oh sure. these two bicker constantly & fight over my attention, but now they agree. damn men. my hostile thoughts are cut short when eisuke suddenly pulls out, only to return with a brutal thrust; this time, soryu’s cock joins him. a keening cry escapes my lips as the sudden penetration rocks me up, breasts bouncing against eisuke’s chest. a duo of rough curses can be heard after my cry fades away, eisuke’s hands tightening on my waist while soryu grips my ass. “fuck, you’re tight.” i moan weakly in response, my arms wrapped around eisuke’s neck for dear life.

            i’m now impaled on two throbbing cocks, & i’ve never felt so full in my life. my closed eyes well up against my will at the overload of sensation, but my tears don’t get a chance to fall; fingers brush softly at my left eye at the same time that lips caress my right, soothing away any unease. they give me a chance to take a breather, & i find the comfort only their arms bring. i nod after a few heartbeats, using my hold on eisuke’s shoulders to pull myself up higher. “move.” then they’re taking me, their hips moving in dominating thrusts i swear i can taste in the back of my throat. huffs & the sound of of skin hitting skin fill the room, my moans & the occasional masculine growl adding into the mix. they fill me so completely & are pressed so tightly against me that i can no longer tell where i end & they begin, & i’d have it no other way. i love the two of them more than anything, & while our relationship isn’t the norm, it makes me happier than i’ve ever been. & as i switch back & forth from kissing them both, i can tell they agree. the emotions flying in our little bubble seems to spur them on, their thrusts speeding up. each keeping a hand on me for support, one of their hands finds my clit & the other pinches my abused nipple. “cum.” my body is no match for the union of their hoarse voices giving me an order, & i obey, clenching hard around their members as i gush around eisuke’s cock. my scream fills the room, the tightening of my passages around them sends the men over the edge with me, their grunts & hisses like music to my ears. i shiver anew when i feel two warm spurts inside me, both my holes filled beyond capacity. 

            i wilt back against soryu’s chest, unable to hold myself up. they both pull out, my pussy twitching at the fresh stimulus of their cum dribbling out of me. with great effort, i turn in soryu’s arms as he lowers us back to the bed, nuzzling against his neck. he runs his fingers softly down my spine as eisuke leaves, the water running before he returns. he gently spreads my legs, dutifully cleaning up after himself & his friend/rival. he tosses it in the general direction of the bathroom, leaving it for the maid (aka me, i think with a glower) to take care of before returning to bed. i’m still basically a limp noodle, so they pull me up to the pillows, bringing the sheet up to cover the three of us. i sigh, completely content, giggling as they lean in to lick their bite marks; they each left one on either side of my neck, despite how i complain about not being able to cover it with my uniform. i suppose it’s only fair, i think smugly, my eyes trailing over the nail marks on eisuke’s back & the hickey on soryu’s neck. we just can’t seem to help but mark each other, it appears. i yawn hugely, & we get into our usual sleep position: eisuke lying flat, me tucked firmly against his side with an arm across his chest & one of his large hands wrapped possessively around my thigh. soryu is at my back, curling around me protectively, arm draped around my waist. i rest one of my legs over eisuke’s, the other pressing back to curl with soryu’s. tomorrow will be another morning of making coffee & omelettes, but for now, i drift off to a sleep, a soft “i love you” on my lips. i can’t work up enough energy to say a name, but it doesn’t matter; they both answer anyway. “i love you too, princess.” “i love you, baby.”

[karaslluthor]

supercorp fanfic masterpost

due to the shitfest that was comic con (except u katie mcgraff, u my main hoe) I've decided to post all my fav fics to boost the morale in this fandom bc even tho melhoohaa hurt my feelings i would die for supercorp also, im VERY sorry to the people who keep asking for me to post this and its taken about 7 years, I'm just a busy lady ok p.s. im a smut whore so ur welcome for a section dedicated for pure sin at the end

MULTI FICS Giant by @coeurdastronaute​ 90k+, ongoing, this is my fucking FAV, lena and kara meet in high school but not a high school AU, and its super angsty and L O V E honestly. 

my youth is yours by @lynnearlington 182k+, ongoing, my other fucking favvvvv! literally marked my soul and id read this everyday if i could bc never in my life have i read a fic that made my heart hurt this much ily writer

you are the fire (and i'm gasoline) by @lenacorporations 80k+, completed, literally read this is a day and holy fuck THE BEST! pls go and read this if you haven't. childhood au its so damn cute

It's in the Stars (It's been Written in the Scars/On our Hearts) by @homodramatica​ 201k+, ongoing, another fav!!!! seriously fucking read this now. its like angst and fluff and smut all wrapped up in a supercorp love fest and i fucking ride hard for this fic Learning Control by FrostedLimits 24k+, completed, kara can't control her powers in the bedroom and lena is more than happy to help, also periwinkle kryptonite is cool Mercy by Rykeral 329k+, ongoing, literally the longest and also the SLOWEST burn of all time, like I'm talking slow but its got everything like angst, fluff, action and lenas just a fucking badass.

Paranoia Incarnated by @justmickeyfornow​​ 86k+, ongoing, kara gets infected by this stuff and gets uber paranoid and needs to hear lenas heartbeat to calm down and lena doesn't know karas supergirl and its super cute and angsty FUCKING READ THIS NOW EVERYONE I'm telling ya

Jealous of the way (you're happy without me) by @blood-inthefields​ 17k+, ongoing, karas a jealous hoe but its super sad tbh

Supergirl In Training by @wtfoctagon​ 70k+, completed, if u haven't read this are u even a supercorp fan?

the heiress, the girl of steel, and the man who fell to earth by @littlekbrother​ 66k+, completed, LISTEN HERE this is one of my favs and mon-el is actually a good character basically everything supergirl should actually be and you need to fucking read this.

They only lack the light to show the way by @jennysparksandtheauthority​ 45k+, ongoing, SUPER BABIES

Lipstick On Your Collar by Remyroo17 52k+, completed, lena and kara have a baby together and ITS SO GOOD

The Day Lena's Earth Stood Still by SuperTweety 60k+, ongoing, kara is lenas assistant, she's weirded out about aliens but then they make sweet love and its gAY

You're Never Alone, Lena by HEDA_OWNS_MY_SOUL 79k+, ongoing, lenas a fucking badass and kara and lena love each other

You Wanna Be Friends Forever? I Can Think of Something Better by @myheartisbro-ken​ 93k+, ongoing, kara and lena just support each other so much i fucking love this fic

Breathe by @silent-rain91​ 114k+, completed, kara and lena broke up 6 yrs ago and kara finds out they have twins, kara also has a penis but its cool don't worry guys, one big happy family and oh so much angst

Worlds Between Us by @lycanhood​ 38k+, completed, lena and supergirl are friends with benefits and angst ensues, also red k kara hello

At Least I Got You in My Head by @queenghostling​ 25k+, ongoing, this is the saddest thing ever tbh, lena self harms and lillian's a fuckhead. lena and lucy for a little bit supercorp endgame apparently. TW for self harm and sexual abuse.

i'll love you till my breathing stops by @poiperoi​ 41k+, ongoing, boarding school au, and karas just a big fat alien and its so cute.

Impeccable timing by @thatsgaydanvers​ 22k+, ongoing, lena gets preggers before meeting kara and kara is overprotective and cute af The Liar Game by @ladyptarmigan 75k+, ongoing, slow burn uphill battle supercorp, still haven't finished but I'm already hooked!!!! 

Invictus by @annien​ 43k+, ongoing, lena takes kara to an arcade and kara stripteases for lena and its cute ok

it's easy (when i'm with you) by @falsealarm​ 17k+, ongoing, kara accidentally kisses lena and then they are horny little teenagers but also super fluffy idk its a good mixture ok

Protective Custody by @thatsalotofboobs​ 23k+, completed, lenas in protective custody with kara and its just a big gay sleepover and then they bang. Not Afraid to Fall by @prettyaveragewhiteshark​ 38k+, completed, lena and supergirl are sex buddies and angst ensues bc kara and lena love each other also sky sex??? You Wanna Be Friends Forever? I Can Think of Something Better by @myheartisbro-ken​ 93k, ongoing, this is just a big gay slow burn and lenas just in love with kara and they are cute okay read it

In Rao's Light by @letswreakhavoc​ 41k+, ongoing, lena makes a sex room and its just pure sin ur welcome Red Earth & Pouring Rain by @automaticheartache​​ 10k+, ongoing, karas on red k to admit her feelings for lena and its a mess but its a good mess Super Crush by @dophroll 44k+, ongoing, young pure love help this is cute af, time skips and sin Bite me... by @kassebaum 13k+, completed, kara makes kryptonite bracelets so she can bang lena If you don't love me, pretend (just for a few more hours)... by Khrat9 24k+, completed, kara and lena bang all the time and realise they love each other bc obviously Restraint by DaniJayNel 17k+, completed, lena basically becomes a kryptonian and gets to finally bang kara at the DEO Firsts by writerstealth 17k+, completed, supercorp love story told in a series of firsts!!!!! Duality by @mssirey​ 36k+, completed, start is pure sin but gets fluffy, supergirl and lena have LOTS of sex and kara and lena love each other idk man its good

Three Days by Silent_Specter 42k+, completed, ANGST AND ACTION AND LOVE ONE SHOTS we are what we pretend to be by C_AND_B kara and lena fake date but like who are they kidding i've just seen a face (i can't forget the time or place where we just met) by karalovesallthegirls kara gets drunk and licks lenas neck a lot In This World, And The Next by @stennnn06​ KATIE MCGRATH READ THIS ALOUD AT COMIC CON GUYS, marriage proposal cute af If the Suit Fits by @littlekbrother​ lena knows about kara before she comes out as supergirl and designs her suit!! I've Been Outed by SwanQueen4tw karas outed as supergirl bc of a puppy The more you know by @spaceman-earthgirl​ lena accidentally tells alex she had sex with kara It was her all along by @spaceman-earthgirl​ alex sees texts on karas phone and tries to find out who it is There for all to see by @spaceman-earthgirl​ just realised how many fav one shots i have from this author so just go read everything she has really lol I'm not kidding you won't be disappointed Jealous by 8ounce lenas jealous of mon-el and tries to make kara jealous with supergirl Oopsie! by Emiko_Scarlet lenas pregnant and get hurts and karas dramatic obvs wonderful electric (cover me in you) by @falsealarm fluff and smut, just read it its cute 

SIN SIN SIN here we are, two helping hands by @falsealarm​​ I Can See You In The Dark by GreyPallet & Sperryjayne you are everything (please touch me) by PerkyMetalhead A Dream Reality by ManyaZorEL Heatwave by yesverygoodallright Unraveling by gentlesin Not a Fantasy by wallofcrazy hands-on approach by exprsslyfrbidden not quite a damsel by blatant_sock_account Thunderbolt by chooseredemption Unavoidable Dreams by C_AND_B 40,000 feet by @kassebaum​ All I Want by breakerone Welcome home by Callmesnowy68 Snapping by freedombeats89 Not so secret by freedombeats89 need you by @icaruslena​ That's how you say thank you by @silent-rain91​ Kara Danver's Most Successful Press Conference by @pendragn​ the one where they're only friends by blatant_sock_account The Unsuccessful Capture of a Luthor by @nevertobeships​ Love & Nudes by loopt This Place is a Shelter by @trashbb Yellow and Green by yesverygoodallright

YOU ARE WELCOME AND I HAVE NO LIFE SO PLEASE DONT STOP WRITING THESE BC I LITERALLY SURVIVE OFF THESE TYSM <3333