#but my feet can’t touch the ground and if i let go i’ll die and the best i can do is call the ground to raise with me

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the great part about like effectively being unmedicated right now is that i feel like a human being who is alive again, but the downside is that alongside the joys of remembering who i am i’m also being forced to remember some of the things that got me medicated in the first place. i’m somehow more functional like this in a “this is how i am as intended, factory settings” way but it’s been so long since i got a hard reset i really forgot what those defaults were

[cougheemedicine]

Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Jing Yuan x GN!Reader

Word count: 2463

Warnings: Nudity, suggestive but nothing explicit (they bathe together), drinking (drink responsively kids), no beta we just die, the impending wrath of Fu Xuan, ooc? I've never written him before, I think that's it?

Content: Fluff, some angst right at the end but all is resolved, established relationship, Reader is a long-living species, Reader is shorter than Jing Yuan, other characters mentioned, they're whipped your honor

Summary: Due to your position in the Xianzhou Luofu's sky-faring commission, you are rarely home. Often gone for months at a time. Your dear husband never copes well with your time apart. He always makes sure to make up for lost time.

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   The ground under your feet slipped away before you knew it. So this is how it ends, this is how you die. Not the worst death one could have, you supposed.

       “General-“ A dying wheeze escapes you, “General, I can’t breathe.”

       Met only with a huff that sounded more annoyed than agreeing, the crushing weight on your ribcage lessens. If only slightly. Not enough for your feet to touch the ground, but enough for you to wiggle your arms out from where they were pinned to your sides, wrapping them around your husband’s shoulders.

       “I’ve missed you,” Low and hoarse, the deep baritone of Jing Yuan’s voice sends a shiver down your spine. You sigh, relenting to your husband’s affections. It had been months since you’d seen each other last. As the fleet-master of the Luofu’s sky-faring commission, one of your most important duties was to craft interstellar maps for all of the Luofu to use. The only way to do that was to go on the missions yourself, which could last between six to nine months.

       For the long-living Xhianzhou natives, nine months passed in the blink of an eye. For your beloved, equally as long-living husband? Nine months was torturous. The man laid his head on your shoulder, inhaling deeply. You debated on whether you should drag him back to work to avoid the wrath of Lady Fu Xuan on your doorstep in an hour’s time, or repent and simply bask in the presence of your man. Who was real and tangible, embracing you instead of hushed words through a disembodied voice on the other side of your phone, or a pixelated figure sitting bored at a meeting you had to attend via a live hologram.

       As his hand slowly rubbed up and down your back, his other hand supporting you while you still dangled in the air. You found the decision easy to make. You craned your head, pressing your lips to his hairline, right above his ear. “I’ve missed you too, my love,”

       But, there was one thing amiss. Even as you felt Jing Yuan smile against the fabric of your shirt. You could also feel the eyes on your back. Both of your crew, and of Luofu citizens. None of the gazes malicious, just a bit invasive. You could also hear the whispers. The giggling and gossiping.

‘The general’s gone soft,’

’Aw, how sweet!’

’How adorable…’

       “People are watching, general,” You spoke up, raising a hand to run through the hair that escaped his ponytail, tightening your hold on the back of his neck to keep yourself up. Jing Yuan sighed contently, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Let them,”

       “General, I’d like to bathe, and get out of this armor,” You tugged lightly at his hair, pulling his head from your shoulder so you could look him in the eyes. Any normal person would’ve seen no difference in Jing Yuan’s face, but you were far from normal. After centuries of marriage, you could tell. The curve of his brow, and the pull of his frown. “Stop pouting, general,”

       He rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless. That tired, easy smile of his. He set you back on the ground, arms wrapped loosely around your waist. “Stop calling me general, then I’ll let you go,”

       Despite his words, he still let you go. Stepping to your right and linking his arm with yours. You shared a smile as you walked, leaving the port. “Whatever you say, Jing Yuan.”

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        The sound that leaves your mouth as you sink into the steaming bath water would make even the most stone-faced of war veterans blush. You were never more grateful for the sheer lavishness of the general's residence than when you just return from a mission. The bath of the general's home was better described as a pool. Set in the tile floor, and large enough to fit ten people. The large window on the far wall overlooked the Luofu, saying the whole experience was lavish would be an understatement.

        The feel of tar running in your veins instead of blood finally subsiding as the salts and oils in the water sunk into your skin. You rest your arms on the edge of the bath, letting your head lull onto the tile behind you. You don't focus much on anything, eyes scanning the traditional Xianzhou architecture of the bathroom, and letting your limbs, heavy with fatigue, float weightless in the water.

        "Enjoying yourself, dear?"  Jing Yuan's voice brings you back from your trance, eyes bleary as his feet come into view. You slowly lift your gaze, shamelessly eyeing your husband in a thin robe that was far from befitting a general. He's holding a small, porcelain cup in each hand, intricately decorated, with a bottle of wine under his arm. Oh, how you've missed this. "Very much. Even more so now,"

        "I heard from your co-pilot that you had trouble with some rogue asteroids on your way back to the Luofu," He hums as he sets down the cups and bottle a small ways away from your head, settling behind you with a washcloth.

        You groan "Ugh, I don't want to talk about it. If it weren't for my navigators we wouldn't of been able to come back unscathed,"

        Jing Yuan coaxes you to lean forward, and you let out a rather undignified yelp when the cold soap on the washcloth touches your back. Jing Yuan laughs. you flick water at him.

        "I commend your navigator's skills. They seem very talented," Jing Yuan lathers the soap as he speaks, taking the washcloth across your shoulders and down your back. He then gently takes your right hand, running the washcloth down the length of your arm.

        "Of course they are, I taught them." Jest laces your tone, even as you submerge yourself to the neck to rid yourself of the suds. As you finish, you lay your head on Jing Yuan's crossed legs. Jing Yuan smiles softly, emotion swirling in the single eye you could see. He leans down, pressing his lips to yours. When he pulls back, the washcloth long forgotten, he runs his thumb across your cheekbone, then down the bridge of your nose, and over the curve of your lips. You've long since closed your eyes, a smile pulling at your lips. "Join me?"

        Jing Yuan is silent for a beat, and you lift your head once more. "Your wish is my command."

        Jing Yuan stands, and you watch him walk to the stool you had set your own robe on. You watch him fiddle with the knot at his hip, then slowly shrug off one side of the robe, then the other. Making sure to stretch his arms above his head, allowing you the pleasure of seeing the entire expanse of his back and arms. You can sense the smile playing on his lips, and you know he can sense your staring. He's teasing you. You avert your eyes the moment his robe drops to the floor. 

       You feel him slip into the water beside you, letting out a groan very much like the one you had earlier. He smiles at you, his hand creeping up to the side of your head, guiding it down to rest on his shoulder. The two of you sit in silence a while, simply enjoying each other's presence. Months ago, silence meant sitting alone, in the cramped captain's quarters of your starskiff, charting maps and scribbling reports to send back home. Silence meant nights that seemed endless, hunched over your work, and being far, far away from home. Silence that was so loud you had wished so very hard for moments like this to happen more often. 

        Jing Yuan shifts under your head, offering you one of the cups he had brought in. Wordlessly, you take it, allowing him to pour the wine into your cup, then into his own. "Tell me," You pipe up, swirling the cup under your nose. The scent was light, you watch as he takes a sip "When was the last time we've shared a bottle like this?"

        "I can't say I recall. You're very cruel you know, keeping me waiting so long to repeat moments like this," Jing Yuan downs the rest of the contents of his cup, resuming his previous position at your side. "Fleet Master." 

        "Excuse you, we were right on schedule. Even after the whole event with the asteroids," You grin, playing with the fingers on Jing Yuan's free hand. "General-"

        Jing Yuan surges forward, before you even have half a mind to process, slotting his lips against yours. You hum, his lips taste of wine, and the scent of his shampoo roles off him in waves. One arm slung lazily around your back, the other keeping his cup above the water, he parts from your lips with a gasp, dipping his head to pepper kisses down your jaw and neck. You manage to suck in a breath right as he lifts his head again, mashing your lips together clumsily. Desperately. If you didn't know your husband better, you'd think him drunk. With how careless he was being. The sound of his porcelain cup clattering onto the tile beside you ringing sharp in your ear only proving your thoughts.

        His grip on you tightens, bringing his other hand up to push you even closer together, you throw your arms around his neck to stable yourself. You can feel every dip and contour of his body against yours, the callouses on his hand sliding up your back to between your shoulder blades as he brings you oh so much closer, his loose hair tickling your face when he hunches forward. Kissing you even harder.

        You're the one to pull away. Or perhaps it was him? You don't really have it in you to care.

        The both of you are panting like dogs. You let your arms around his neck go slack, and his hands drop from your back to your hips.

        It's silent again, only your breathing filling the room. Without really thinking, you raise a hand, cupping your husband's cheek. Immediately he leans into your touch, covering your hand with his own and pressing a flurry of kisses to your palm. His face is flushed, pink from his cheeks to his ears, and his lips bruised. Truly a sight for your sore eyes.

        You peck Jing Yuan's cheek, the one you aren't holding, laughing quietly against his skin. He joins you, a deep chuckle that always brought a pleasant warmth to your chest. It was rare for Jing Yuan to laugh to heartily, even rarer for you to even be present to hear it. You don't think you'll ever tire of the sound. He presses his lips to your temple. "I think we better leave before we become prunes,"

        "Always so wise, my dear,"

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       “Jing Yuan, I can’t walk with you both leaning on me,” You whine. Jing Yuan groans, leaning more of his weight onto you. His grip on the front of your night shirt tightens, wrinkling the light fabric as Mimi curls around your legs, head butting your thigh. A chuffing sound leaves the lion, as if she were laughing at you. Jing Yuan rests his chin on your shoulder, cheeks still pink from the heat of the bath.

        “Don’t be mean, she’s missed you,” He lightens his iron grip on you, running a hand through the fur on Mimi's back. You smell opportunity. You worm your way out of your husband's arms, as warm and comfortable as they are, you still need to walk. Narrowly dodging his hand, fully intent on tugging you right back, you stride on down the corridor. You needn't look back to see Jing Yuan huff and cross his arms, dragging his feet as he follows you.

        The moment you close the sliding door to your shared chambers, you're shoved onto the unnecessarily large bed. Jing Yuan crawls over you as you shuffle up to the pillows. He straddles you, a leg on each side of your torso, keeping you down with a hand on your shoulder. As you settle your hands on his hips, you feel the bed dip once more. From around Jing Yuan, you watch as Mimi sprawls out over the entire foot of the bed. A hand on your chin guides your eyes back to your husband's face. He leans down, kissing you gently. Your hands travel, from his hips to his waist, then up his chest and over his shoulders. You settle your hands in his hair, running your nails over his scalp. Sliding a hand down his nape to his shoulders, you gently push him down, letting him put all his weight on you.

        "This isn't uncomfortable, is it?" Jing Yuan lowly asks, barely above a whisper. He's already shifting his legs, leaving only his chest resting on yours. Always attentive, your Jing Yuan.

        "No love, it's perfectly fine," You sigh, continuing to card your fingers through his hair.

        Jing Yuan hums, pecking your forehead then the tip of your nose. He lowers himself till his head is cushioned by your chest, pressing another kiss to your collar bone before settling down right above your heart, curling his arms around your ribs.

        Mimi huffs, and you hear her breathing become slow. You've certainly missed this. You can feel Mimi's tail sway against your calf in her sleep, and Jing Yuan tightens his grip around you, you can feel his every breath against the thin fabric of your shirt. You continue scratching at his scalp. "Jing Yuan?"

        You hear him mumble something, he throws a leg over yours.

        "I'm sorry I'm away so often," It stings. Whenever you leave. The silent nights holed away in your office, or piloting your vessel. The homesickness eating at you the minute you leave port. Sometimes you can't help but think that having someone so dear be so far away takes a toll that isn't worth the pay off.

        "Distance makes the heart grow fonder, my love," Jing Yuan replies, muffled by the fabric of your shirt, and slurred by exhaustion.

        On second thought. Maybe having someone tying you to your home was a good thing. Who knows if you'd ever return from the stars if someone wasn't waiting at home. Speaking of home...

        "Jing Yuan, how did you convince Qingzu and Lady Fu to leave you be for so long?"

        The man stiffens in your hold.

        "Jing Yuan!"

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work belongs to @cougheemedicine, all forms of plagiarism, modifying, translating, reposting are not allowed.

[sweet1delusi0ns]

Class 1B boy Random headcanons ──☆*:・ﾟ

MHA

Summary: Random thinks they do or say as your boyfriend*.•

Characters: Awase, Kaibara, Kamakiri, Kuroiro, Shishida, Shoda, Tsuburaba, Tetsutetsu, Fukidashi, Honenuki, Bondo, Monoma, Rin!

AWASE~

He pranks you all the time, just silly pranks like putting salt in your cereal. Nothing to serious but if he ruins something of your such as cereal he will make you more!

He welds you metal flowers with his quirk and says that cringy ass pick up line “my love for you will stop when this flower dies…btw it doesn’t die :)”

He tried making you food, sometimes it’s good sometimes it not- but you pretend to like it no matter what because it makes him happy and if you refuse it he will look dead in your eyes and say “eat it. Please.”

KAIBARA~

He likes gardening, he used his hands as drills in the dirt which makes it really easy to plant them. He asked you to pick out flowers and seeds to plant! He gives you the flowers he plants!

He loves playing with your hair, he loves curling it around his finger when he is bored

Whenever he gets hurt he whines until you kiss it better. You tend to his wounds then wait for you to kiss if

On the same topic he is kind of clumsy he trips over his own feet sometimes- but don’t worry he will be ok as long as you give him a kiss

KAMAKIRI~

He’s scared to kiss you sometimes because of the sharp appendages sticking out of his cheeks, he worries he may cut you. So you normally kiss him instead of him kissing you

He likes it when you compliment his hair, it makes him feel like a bad ass when you do!

He loves bugs so get him anything but relatable and he will be so touched! You also say he reminds you of a mantis, which he doesn’t mind. He’s sometimes insecure abt his looks so it helps!

KUROIRO~

He is like tokoyami, very poetic so he writes you poems sometimes. If you ask him to read them to you he will stammer over the words and blush about it, he is shy when it comes to you~

He scares you in the dark sometimes, like if the power goes out you literally can’t see him so he could jump scare you; “hey y/n” “HOLY SHIT!” “Oh I’m so sorry!”

He giggles like a dumbass, you could pop the most cringe at joke and he laughs like “hehehehehehehehehe” as if it’s actually funny

He acts cool to other people but once you come into the conversation he turns smitten

SHISHIDA~

He lets you brush his fur, he is sometimes to lazy to do it himself so he lets you do it instead

He sometimes thinks he scares you, he knows he looks a little scary because he is a ‘beast’ but he never wants to scare you so he has to make sure you aren’t. “I’m so sorry did I scare you!” “What no? You could never scare me your like a big teddy bear” “oh!”

You call him big boy to tease him, he blushes about it but does like it~ any time you call him that he covers his face with his hands!

SHODA~

He’s such a cutie patootie, he loves being held by you. When cuddling he will inch closer to you until you wrap your arms around him, he would ask but he’s too scared too

He is insecure since he is a little bigger BUT you make sure he does feel loved anyways by complimenting him or saying it doesn’t matter; “don’t you think I’m too big…?” “what? No! Your adorable!!!” He blushes :>

He cares for your wounds everytime, if you have a cut or something he will always disinfect it and bandage it, he also kisses it if he’s feeling brave!

TSUBURABA~

His idea of flirting is blowing you heart shaped bubbles your way with his quirk, if you pop them he sulks in the corner LOL

He literally thinks your a goddess, bro worships you and the ground you walk on, he would tie your shoes for you, or carry your bags whatever you want him to do!

His friends troll on him for liking you so much, he will NOT stop yapping about you.

Play with his hair. He will die if you don’t; “please I’m literally going to cry if you don’t” “Omg fine I’ll play with your hair.”

TETSUTETSU~

He also worships you but 10x harder, he would kiss your feet if you let him- which also means he is very protective of you. He would bark at anybody who tried anything funny with you

He tries flexing his quirk on you by doing dangerous things, most of the time he gets hurt and when you ask “why would you do that?” He says “I just wanted to impress you”

He worries you secretly like kirishima, since they are very similar. You heard him talking to kirishima saying if he ever when after you he would break him. After that you calmed him down and assured you wouldn’t leave him.

FUKIDASHI~

He makes cute little emoticons at you like (*^‿^*) to distract you from the fact that he is a walking thought bubble-

He reads your favorite manga just to impress you by bringing up scenes in stuff, he’s tryna make you think he is cool!

He’s canonically really short so he’s timid with you sometimes because you are much taller but if he uses his quirk right he can at most be 5,3 which ain’t the best either, you convince him that you don’t mind and honestly find it cute

He’s very shy when being romantic if he tries kissing you he mostly strikes out and flashes a sweat drop emoticon before turning away~

HONENUKI~

Out of everyone in that class he is the shyest with his partner, he is also very low in self esteem cuz of it.

He’s very insecure of his looks, he finds his teeth gross and scary, but you hold him and kiss his cheek letting him cry if he wants until he feels better

He’s great at massages, after training he always massages your neck and back! One time he accidentally hurt you and he cried a little over it-

He’s very funny, he’s your little comedian! He tells you silly knock knock jokes just to heard your sweet laugh~

BONDO~

He’s a very awkward boy, he is honestly shocked that he’s dating anyone let alone you. One he’s very socially awkward and looks different. But you asked him out anyway

He stutters sometimes when talking to you about dates or cuddling; “s-s..sure we can cuddle I g-guess.”

He doesn’t talk much, he definitely talks more than koda but he does shy away because he has voice cracks sometimes and it makes him feel stupid, you find it cute tho

MONOMA~

This little shit, he thinks it’s funny copying your quirk just to show you ‘how easy it is’ but most of the time it back fires and he gets hurt

He turns into such a big baby when he’s hurt, he whines like he’s paralyzed and begs you to care for him. “I need to be held it’s the only way I’ll be comfortable! In your arms!” “It’s not that serious. But fine.”

He’s really good at cooking, he makes full course meals and mostly eats it all himself. He saves a little bit for you tho

RIN~

He’s not shy, or awkward with you he’s just kind of…aloof- he sometimes just stared at you with a straight face like 😐 and when you ask what’s wrong he just goes “I’m just looking at your beauty?”

He loves laying in the sun, and watching the clouds n stuff with you, although he does get sun burned sometimes but he doesn’t listen when you tell him to put on sunscreen so he deserves it

He cares for you so hard, he lays blankets on you, he feeds you, he make sure you drink water! He is such a caregiver because he can’t handle if something happeneds to you.

Omg I love them. ANYWAYS ima post another class 1A Post then ima post a haikyuu headcanon I’ve benn workin on

Not proof readddddd

[pupkashi]

sweet nothing

gojo always finds himself running home to you

a/n: hi friends ! hope u all enjoy this little piece inspired by the song sweet nothing by taylor swift (thank u anon for the inspo 🫶🏼) let me know what u all think :3

wordcount: 1,310

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one of the only thoughts on gojo satoru’s mind, from the moment he leaves home to the second he’s unlocking the door, is coming home to you.

his shoulders hurt from the amount of stress he’s under, every muscle in his body tense, eyes burning with exhaustion, and his head throbbing as the higher ups words ring in his ears. the light jingle of his keys as he unlocks the front door helps ground him a bit, blinking once, twice then opening the front door.

he’s greeted with the smell of food, he can’t quite place what it is (he doesn’t help in the kitchen much after the one time he did and ended up ruining three pans), he’s slipping his shoes off and placing his keys in the small leaf shaped holder on the table next to the door.

his eyes naturally focusing on the picture frame of the two of you on vacation last July, a wide, carefree smile painted on both of your faces, hair a bit messy from walking around. his cheeks were flushed as you planted a kiss to his cheek, your arms thrown around his neck.

satoru’s thrown out of his trance by the sudden sound of loud sizzling, the small smile on his face only growing when he hears your soft humming. his tired feet carry him quickly to the kitchen, a spring in his step as he grows closer and closer to being with you.

he feels the weight on his shoulders ease up a bit as his eyes land on you. he’s leaning against the wall, watching you chop up vegetables with a smile on his face, replacing the higher ups nagging ringing in his ears with your off-key singing.

“have you ever considered x-factor sweetheart?” he asks, a lopsided smile on his face when you turn to face him, bright eyes as you welcome him home.

“i sent in a recording once, they offered me a ten year contract but i declined” you teased, moving to stir the food cooking in the pan, “told them i have a very needy boyfriend that would die without me.”

satoru let’s put a small ‘pft’ at your words, pushing himself off the wall and walking up behind you, his arms snaking around your waist and chin resting on your shoulder.

“how was your day, angel boy?” you ask, voice as sweet as honey as you press a soft kiss to his cheek. satoru let’s put a small huff, his warm breath tickling your neck which causes you to smile.

“‘t was okay, just stressed out” he mumbles, “and the fucking higher ups are-”, his eyes closing as he remembers his conversation with them, sighing deeply. you pout a bit, noting his more more tense body against yours. you let yourself melt into his touch, turning around and hugging him properly.

“don’t wanna talk about it?” you ask gently, he shakes his head, bangs covering his eyes just a bit. you nod, giving him a smile before kissing his lips softly, “then we won’t.”

satoru is grateful, knowing that when the time is right he’ll open up to you about it. but for now he just wants to spend his night with the love of his life.

“good thing im making your favorite then huh?” you chuckle, watching the way his shoulders inflate, he’s standing taller and there’s a smile on his face.

it wasn’t long before the two of you were eating dinner together, making easy conversation and laughing at anything stupid either of you said. he’s placing the freshly washed plates on the drying rack, heading over to you on the couch when you stop him.

“go shower, I’ll let you use my stuff” you state, eyes widening as you see satoru already running towards the restroom, “just this once!” you call out, hearing his loud giggles echoing from down the hall.

it’s 40 minutes later when he’s emerging into your shared room in only his boxers, body still dripping with water and steam following him out. you can smell your rose scented body wash on him as he dries himself off besides you.

satoru is looking at you with big eyes, towel in hand as he grins up at you, “will you dry my hair?” his voice is filled with a gentleness you’ve grown much too soft for.

“come here” you smile, heart growing at the sound of an excited squeak he lets out. you’re gentle as you dry his hair, combing out any knots and putting some product in it before patting his head twice, letting him know you were done.

your lover is quick to change positions, taking you in his arms and curling himself around you, some damp strands landing on your face as he buries his face in your neck. you’re doing your best to wiggle your hands free from his grasp, adjusting so you can card your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp a bit just the way he likes.

satoru visibly relaxes against your touch, practically purring as you whisper to him, “I’m so proud of you” you say, “you work so hard, angel” tenderness carried in every syllable of your words.

“I love you so much” you remind him, squeezing him a bit tighter, moving his hair from his forehead and placing a kiss there, “my beautiful boy” you murmur, a smile on your face as you see the way his grin grows.

the apples of his cheeks are rosy, pink dusting his entire face. satoru easily grabs your hips, placing you on top of him so that you straddle his lap.

“how do you always know what to say?” he asks, looking up at you with fond eyes, nuzzling his cheek into the palm of your hand as you place a stand of hair behind his ear.

“hmm, call it intuition” you tease, placing feathery kisses all over his face, the two of you giggling when you kiss his nose, “but it’s probably just ‘cause I’m your soulmate” you smile.

satoru hums in agreement, one hand snaking to the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss, your lips moving in sync. when you pull away the two of you are giggling softly, foreheads resting against each other as he shifts a bit, kissing you nose before throwing his head back against the pillows, letting out a small sigh.

“sometimes i wish i was just your toru” he mumbles, “i never asked to be the strongest.” you can hear the slight tremor in his voice as he speaks, his eyes closing to fight tears back. you’re quick to kiss his cheeks, rubbing your thumb against his cheek as you coax him to look at you.

“i know you didn’t, angel boy” you sigh, brushing his hair away from his face gently, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “it’s gonna work itself out, i know it will” you reassure him, a small smile on your face as he nods along with you.

maybe you were right, maybe you weren’t, satoru didn’t care. he believed every word you said to him. each reassurance working to calm his exhausted mind, his eyes fluttering closed as you continue to whisper, your words meant for him and only him.

“and you’ll always be my toru” pressing a feathery kiss to his jaw, “the one with the stupid sweet tooth and terribly timed jokes” you smile, watching the way his smile returns to his face.

“I’ll always be here waiting for you to come home to me” you say, there’s a plethora of emotions dripping from your words. the only thing satoru feels is love, your undying and genuine love, for him.

gojo satoru may not know everything, but he knows one thing for sure; he’ll always be ready to run home to you and your sweet nothings.

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[little-diable]

Chi, I'm here to request a smutty Tommy blurb if you're still accepting them. I can't stop thinking of the garden scene you wrote recently and now I'm hoping you'll be inspired to cont that thought OR write something between Tommy x reader which finds them giving into their passion outdoors. I think you're onto something about this setting being relaxing for Tommy 😉

My love!! Thank you for this, I truly love this pairing just as much. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: No direct follow up to this, but the same vibes, just pwp, Tommy eats out his wife in their garden

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f), outdoor

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader (800 words)

“I think this was the first time they didn’t cry,” (y/n) whispered her words to her husband as she sat down next to him. She had just waved goodbye to her father who had taken her and Tommy’s children with him for the weekend.

“They’re growing up.” Tommy kept his eyes closed, smoking his cigarette as he enjoyed the sun rays dancing over his pale features. The soft summer breeze wrapped itself around them, teasing the two lovers. 

“Don’t act like I didn’t catch you close to tears as Emma told you she won’t need another bedtime story last week.” With a sigh Tommy opened his eyes, shaking his head at his scowling wife before rolling his head back towards the sun. 

“Don’t rub it in, eh? I can’t let my wife run her mouth and destroy my image without paying the price for it.” (Y/n) couldn’t stop her laughs from rumbling through her, leaning closer to kiss Tommy’s warm jawline. The hum leaving her husband left (y/n) grinning and squealing as he tugged her closer, landing on his lap. “So, we’ve got the house to yourselves now, don’t we?” 

“What’s your plan, Mister Shelby?” Their eyes met, his full of excitement and mischief, hers filled with curiosity and longing. He pulled her in for a slow kiss, allowing her to taste cigarettes and tea on his tongue, a mixture she had learned to love over the past years, adjusting to the way Tommy Shelby lived two different lives as a cruel gangster and as a loving family man. 

“First, I want to get a taste of my wife, right here only for my eyes to see.” Tommy rose to his feet with (y/n)’s legs wrapped around his waist. “And then I’ll fuck you through the night.” 

“I certainly won’t stop you from doing so.” She was placed down on the ground, on the blanket their children had sat on this morning, keeping their clothes clean before driving off with their grandparents. (Y/n)’s eyes followed his every move, watching Tommy push her dress up to her waist, groaning at the sight of her bare cunt. “Took off my underwear after they left, I knew it wouldn’t take long for you to grow impatient.”

“A smart woman I’ve got on my hands, eh?” He smirked at her before he buried his face between her thighs, tongue brushing through her slit, tasting her arousal. The birds sang in the distance, yet not loud enough to drown out her moans, the beautiful sounds clawing through her as Tommy ate her out. 

He loved the sounds rumbling through her whenever he touched her, only his to pick up on, his to coax out of her. Tommy had his wife at his mercy, ready to feast on her, to turn her into a trembling mess as he towered over her with his cock twitching in excitement and his heart racing from the adrenaline thumping through him.

“You taste so sweet, fuck, I could die between your thighs, darling.” He groaned his words against her cunt as his fingers found her pulsing bundle. Cruses left (y/n) at the touch, forcing her to arch her back off the blanket, eyes focused on the blue sky above. He always managed to push her close to the edge within a few seconds, leaving her gasping and trembling for him only.

“Jesus, Tom, you’re too good at that.” A proud grin tugged on his lips as he dipped his tongue into her tightness, feeling her walls tense around the strong muscle. She was close, ready to let go with his name leaving her – the first orgasm of many to come. Her fingers tightened their grip on the blanket, trying to hold onto it as the intense feeling washed through her.

It was a spectacle so beautiful, Tommy wasn’t sure if it was just a trick of his brain, imagining the most beautiful sight he could come up with. But the moans were too powerful, and the trembling of her body was too real, leaving him chuckling as he watched her fall apart.

“I won’t say no to spending the next few hours like that.” (Y/n)’s breathless whispers drew another laugh out of Tommy as he crawled up her body, meeting her lips in a slow kiss.

[ponderingmoonlight]

Sukuna coming for Megumi's sister at Shibuya but Yuji fights back pt. 4

Part l: here Part ll: here Part lll: here

Pairing: Sukuna x fem!reader; Yuji x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,6k

Synopsis: Sukuna enjoys every second with you by his side. But when Yuji slowly but surely begins to fight back, Sukuna has to act quickly. A sweet innocent kiss before he has to go, before Yuji Itadori gains back his body...

Warnings: this broke me into a million tiny pieces, listened to david kushner's daylight while writing this do not recommend , so much hurt and angst, slight comfort in the end if you're a sucker for my boy Yuji, still enough spice for all Sukuna lovers out there, read at own risk

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Your eyes are widen in pure horror, letting Sukuna drag you behind him without resistance. You feel so numb, completely shattered from the inside. All the things you saw today, all the things that he did.

Sukuna.

You stare at the back of his head while he hums in satisfaction, casually stepping over corpses, blood and debris. That man, that one man army who holds your hand with the fingers of the boy you love more than anything else. Silent tears escape your eyes. None of this should have happened, Sukuna should have never been able to take control of Yuji.

But oh he did. And it seems like nothing is able to stop him.

“Huh, why are you crying now? I thought you enjoyed the show. Just wait until we arrive where I take you.”

Get a hold of yourself, don’t show him your weakness. But damn, you are so fucking exhausted from all the disaster you’ve witnessed today. No, you can’t take it anymore.

“Let go of me”, you hiss through gritted teeth, ripping your arm away from him just in time before he’s able to touch you again.

“Why so mad? Aren’t you at least a little thankful that I saved your puny life countless times, that I spared your little friends?” he questions, eyes staring at you so intensely that you want to break down in front of him.

“I would rather die than being your puppet”, you bite back.

“Just like your brother?”

His words. His cursed words make no sense in your head, wide eyes staring at him emotionless. What the hell is he talking about? What has all of this to do with your brother?

“Maybe you should turn around, (y/n).”

All colour drains from your face, it feels as if the ground underneath your feet gets pulled away. You want to puke, eyes laying on your beloved brother.

His numb body leaned against a wall.

A wall that’s covered in blood.

Just like him.

“Megumi.”

You don’t know how you do it. Like in trance, your feet carry you towards his body, knees collapsing onto the wet ground next to him.

“Megumi!” you cry out, your desperate voice echoing through the buildings around.

Fuck. This is so much blood. His head, his limbs, his chest. You swallow hard, urgently trying to stop yourself from puking all over him. Pictures flood your mind. Pictures of him giving you a clap on the back of your head, him holding you in his arms when you woke up from a nightmare, him helping you out with your homework. Your lip trembles, whole body shaking in nothing but thick fear.

“You can’t die here, you simply can’t”, you breathe out.

“He won’t. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that.”

Sukuna positions himself in front of you.

What?

You hold your breath, eyes scanning that enormous creature standing in front of Sukuna and you. What the hell is that? Is it responsible for Megumi’s injuries?

“If this thing dies, your brother will live. What do you think, (y/n)? Sounds fair?”

“Just do it, Sukuna”, you bark at him.

“Only if you kiss me.”

You can’t believe your ears, shivers running down your spine so violently that it’s hard to keep your composure.

“Are you fucking serious? My brother is on the brink of death and all you care about is…a kiss?”

That voice of yours, it sounds so dangerous that Sukuna can’t help but smirk. The worn out look on your lovely face, the tears of despair glistening in your doe eyes. Oh, this is absolutely perfect, this is just what he wanted. You went from being a sweet innocent girl to a complete mess, even using language despite you never did that. How cute, how pathetic. Sukuna will break you along with that other brat, that’s for sure.

“You should know by now that there’s no service without anything in return. I have plenty of time, think about your priorities, sweet (y/n)-“

“Is all of this just a game to you?” you yell into his face.

With a swift motion you are back on your feet, standing up against him in a way you never did before. Your furious eyes lock with his, time seems to stand still.

“Partially, yes”, he remarks dryly, hand wrapping itself around your waist before you are even able to react.

“But you’re the price.”

You snort, shaking your head in disbelief. This can’t be real, it has to be a cruel joke. His red eyes are fixated on you, almost swallowing you whole. Does he really want you to…kiss him? God, you hate the way your desperate heart screams in agony, how your head wants to tell you that those are in fact Yuji’s lips.

No. The man standing in front of you is far away from being Yuji.

“Time’s ticking, lovely (y/n).”

For a brief moment, you close your eyes. Maybe, just maybe you can pretend that it’s him for a split second. Yuji would understand, right? Yuji, who always brought your favourite candy with him. Yuji, who always stayed with you in bed until you fell asleep. Yuji, who promised you to love you till the very end. He would get that you have to do this in order to save Megumi, he would maybe even encourage you.

Fuck it.

You let your lips sink against his, feeling how he draws you even closer to his body. Oh, how bittersweet this kiss feels, how much you missed the softness of Yuji’s lips pressed against yours. But the harshness in which he digs his fingers into your tender flesh, how he deepens the kiss without hesitation tells you that this isn’t the boy you love.

“Enough”, you press out before ripping away.

Tame your pounding heart and sharp breathing, focus on your mission. This isn’t about what feels good or bad, this is about saving your brother’s goddamn life.

“Your body betrays you, my dear”, he purrs, aiming to cup your cheek with his hand.

You yank away from him, dumping down next to your brother again.

“Do what you’ve promised, Sukuna”, you hiss.

“Wait.”

You want to scream into his face, want to slap him as hard as you can. But before you’re even able to raise your voice, a sharp pain runs through your guts and turns your world upside down. What? How?

Slowly, your eyes look down at your body. A piercing hole in your stomach, a hole that Sukuna himself must have inflicted on you within the split of a second.

“Just to make sure you’re not running away until I’m back, you know?”

And with that, he’s gone. Leaving you with a gaping hole in your body, breaking down next to your unconscious brother.

What made you stupid enough to think that Sukuna wouldn’t kill you, that you hold any value to him? How reckless it was to even think about this. But even worse, you made a contract with the king of curses himself. Suits you right, pooling in your very own blood, head resting on your brother’s chest.

He’s still breathing, heart beating barely against his ribs. Good. Maybe Sukuna will at least keep up with his words. Maybe…You let your breath out, pain radiating through your whole body.

Maybe Megumi and Yuji will get out of this mess.

You stare at your blood-covered hand, pressing against your stomach in a poor attempt to stop the bleeding. Did he hit something important? You can’t tell, maybe you’d be dead if that’s the chase.

Why are you just laying here, then? Why are you resting your head when countless people around you lose their lives? It is your job to get up on your trembling feet, to lift yourself out of your blood, to stay strong. If not for yourself, then for your brother and Yuji. They deserve it that you at least try, that you go after Sukuna.

“I’ve got this from here on, ‘Gumi.”

Everything hurts, every little step you take feels like a knife piercing through your tight muscles. But you just keep going, hissing through the pain, eyes focused towards the chaos that lays itself out in front of you.

Keep going, push forwards, just a little more, just a little closer.

“Don’t. Give. Up”, you mutter to yourself, holding your stomach as you limp forward.

“You here?”

His vibrant voice sends shivers down your spine, the instinct to run away almost taking over.

“You’ve made a promise, Sukuna”, you press out, eyes darting around the destroyed area in order to catch a glimpse of him.

“Are you not trusting me, dear (y/n)? I’m already on my way to bring Megumi Fushiguro to your people. That woman wearing the white coat, she uses the reversed technique, right?”

Your heart drops to the floor, just the thought of him visiting Shoko…

“Stay. Away. From. Her.”

You turn around so fast that your head begins to spin, already shaky legs giving in.

“Careful, watch your step.”

The bloodlust written on his face, the way his red eyes are widen in nothing but amusement while holding you in his arms. This man…he really is the king of curses, no one to mess with. How reckless to think you could tame him.

“I thought you’d keep up longer, maybe long enough for him to see you. Well, this will be an exciting race against time. Give me a second.”

He places you on the floor, leaving you in the ruins of what once was Shibuya city. One person. Only this one person was all it takes for these buildings to go down, the sheer power of Ryomen Sukuna was enough to tear everything down to the ground.

Your eyes grow heavier and heavier. You’re so damn tired. Tired of trying to save the world, tired of losing countless lives in front of your own eyes, tired of being so useless.

Tired of this hopeless battle. Who is going to save you without Gojo, without Megumi, without Yuji? You stretch your heavy hand out to the sky, the only light being the moon that shines upon you.

“Lovely”, you hush to yourself, thinking about the countless nights you stared up in the sky with Yuji by your side.

Oh, how much you wished it wouldn’t end like this, how hard you fought for a better ending. But as it seems, not every love story deserves a happy one. Some seem to be cursed to infinity.

“Are you dead yet?”

“Maybe wish I was”, you remark so huffed that Sukuna almost doesn’t get it.

“You made it, (y/n). Your brother is receiving medical care at this very moment, I killed that monster and that other fucker for you and oh, that special curse is gone as well. Aren’t you happy? You kept me going, I kept my promise.”

He kneels down next to you, eyes roaming around your blood-soaked uniform. Never did he expect it would bug him this much to let you go again.

“What a waste to let you run into his open arms again. But don’t cry too much, we’ll meet again very soon.”

His hand caresses your cheek gently, smiling at you one last time before standing up and stretching himself.

“Hey brat, be sure so savor this.”

Your veiled gaze drifts to his hands. Hands that slowly begin to tremble, hands that form into fists. Is it really possible, could it really be?

“Yuji?”

He falls to the ground next to you. Sobs, cries, screams escaping his trembling lips.

“Die!”

He digs his nails into the ground so harshly that blood spills.

“Only me!”

“Yuji…”

“How could you take her from me?”

Your body screams at you to rest your eyes, begs you to stop moving. But despite every fiber of your being fights against it, you crawl closer to him, bloody hand coming to rest on his.

“Yuji…”

 And then his eyes dart towards your puny figure.

His lovely brown eyes. The eyes of the boy you love, the eyes that laughed at you countless times before. Filled with tears, filled to the brim with pure horror when the memories of Sukuna slowly start to flood his mind. In his memory, the last thing he witnessed was you getting stabbed in your guts by Sukuna, barely alive body resting against Megumi’s chest.

But this is you. This is…

You.

“(y/n).”

You can’t stop the swell of tears that overflows your heavy orbs, a silent scream of relief leaving your lips. He’s back. The love of your life is back.

For brief moments, for very few seconds, you thought he might never return, that Sukuna took over his body. But those eyes, those oh so gorgeous eyes that look at you with so much grief and agony chiselled into them, they belong exclusively to him.

“Thank god. Thank god you’re still here. I thought I lost you.”

His bloody hands lift your upper body off the ground, pressing you against his chest like the greatest treasure he ever found, keeping you safe and sound while all you can do is cry your whole heart out against the warmth of his body.

“I’m so sorry”, you breathe out.

“I’m so sorry for betraying you, I’m sorry making a contract with him, I’m sorry for kiss-“

“You can’t imagine how proud I am. You did so well, (y/n). I’m so glad you are alive.”

He presses a kiss against your forehead. Just like he does every morning before you wake up, like he does every time you go to sleep. But this time it’s different. From all the kisses you shared until this fateful day, this is the one you longed for the most.

“Let’s get you to Shoko…You need to get fixed…”

Yuji lifts your body off the ground, holding your aching frame securely against his own while walking down the streets of Shibuya with horror in his eyes.

“Stay with me, don’t go out there again. Please, I can’t afford to lose you again, I can’t live with this thought.”

“That’s not possible, (y/n). I have to go. I have to fight. Otherwise, I’ll just be a murderer. But you did enough, you acted so selfless and brave today. I couldn’t be more grateful for having such a wonderful girl by my side.”

“Yuji…”, you breathe out, tears swelling up your eyes all over.

He stops in his tracks, watery eyes staring down at you. Those eyes that saw everything Sukuna did, the countless lives he took tonight, the things he did to you with his very own hands. No, before earning the privilege to let himself fall into your arms, he has to end this fight. Without thinking twice, he presses his lips against yours longingly. You feel as good as ever, sending shivers down his spine by the way you moan so innocently against his mouth. God, how much he loves you. And how much he hates himself for letting Sukuna take advantage of you.

“I’ll make it all up to you, I swear. Rest for now, (y/n). Look after Megumi. I will return as soon as I can.”

You cling onto him for dear life, weak arms refusing to let the love of your life go all over again. You just got him back, out of the tight grip of Sukuna’s powers.

“Promise me something”, you urge.

“(y/n), Yuji, is that you?” you hear Megumi’s voice shout from afar.

“Anything, love”, Yuji replies.

“Come back to me. Promise that you’ll come back to me.”

Another long kiss on your forehead before he lets you down gently, holding you tight against his chest.

“I will never let you go again, (y/n). I promise”, he whispers against your ear.

[pandorascripts]

hi! i was wondering if i could make a request for a katniss x fem reader imagine to safe and sound by taylor swift

safe and sound

pairing: katniss everdeen/reader.

cw: death, angst, description of body mutilation, bombs, major character death, gale. LOL.

note: I wanted to make this a cute little fix where Katniss sings the reader to sleep and then heads off to fight Snow, but I was like fuck it let’s kill r. ALSO! MY FIRST KATNISS REQUEST! THANK U!!!

based on Safe & Sound (Taylor’s Version). some lyrics used.

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As Katniss watches the explosions take lives and hope, her eyes catch something for a moment— a bright gleam in the dissipating dust. 

Her feet drag her along the road, tears pricking her eyes. Dead bodies lay scattered across the ground, some missing arms or legs. Katniss stumbles upon a woman, her arms wrapped around a little girl in a yellow jacket— the girl she had seen just moments before, breathing and alive. She chokes back her sob, refusing to let herself be any more somber than she already is. Katniss has to be strong for the cameras and her so-called army. She has to show Snow he doesn’t have an affect on her. 

As she walks around more; dodging bodies of all shapes and sizes— mainly smaller figures, she trips on something hard. A rough cough comes from where she had kicked and Katniss looks down. The idea of a probable survivor makes her fill with hope, but it’s quickly snatched away from her when she sees who it is. 

“Hey, Kat,” you mumble out, exhaustion getting the better of you. 

For a moment Katniss can only stand there, shakily breathing in horror at your fucked up state. There’s a large amount of blood coming from your torso, half of your head covered in it too. Dust sticks to your cracked lips, large, watery eyes looking up at her. 

Katniss sits down, adjusting you off the floor and into her lap so she can hold you and apply pressure. She knows it won’t help, there’s too much damage, but the obvious knowledge doesn’t deter her. 

“You were supposed to be farther back. Why?” she asks, taking a break every few seconds to control her shaky tone. 

Your hand lifts from the ground, a hand that’s no doubt fractured or broken, and holds onto Katniss’ forearm. You give her a light squeeze, a rough cough breaking the silence. 

“I wanted to—“ you hack up again, a little blood staining your lips red, “wanted to help.”

Katniss can’t say anything in the fear she’ll break down. She wants to be strong. Not for the cameras, not for Snow, not for her unwanted army— she wants to be strong for you. You’re dying, and Katniss can’t do anything about it. 

“You did. You did help.”

You nod weakly in her arms, your eyes watching the sunset in front of you. You don’t wanna go, you don’t know what happens when you die. Is heaven really real? If so, did you make the requirements? What if you didn’t? Surely your sacrifice would make up for it? Maybe you’d go to Valhalla, or maybe there was just nothing. Maybe after death you were only greeted by nothingness. With that horrific thought you tighten your grip on Katniss and take a deep breath. It comes out a harsh wheeze and your lungs sting from the effort. 

“Will you sing?” you ask her, a tight cough coming out after. 

Katniss’ other hand has gone to stroking your hair, moving the dried-up pieces away from your sticky forehead. “Yeah.”

You eyes look back to the sunset, Katniss’ soft voice singing in the background. 

“I remember tears streaming down your face when I said I’ll never let you go.”

Her soft voice starts to put you at ease, no doubt with the help of her featherlight touch. The sunset looks beautiful from where you’re laying. If you took out the immense amount of pain you’re in and the conditions of which this is happening, you could almost pretend that it was a date. Like one of those dates way back when you were just two lowly girls in district twelve— fighting and hunting for meals. You didn’t have a family, both of your parents died in the mines, but Katniss took you in. She taught you how to trap, and kill, and skin— Katniss saved you. 

“Thank you, Kat—Katniss,” you spitter out, coughs becoming more violent and frequent the longer you speak. 

Her singing stops and you feel a light, hesitant kiss on your head. 

Katniss goes back to singing, each word getting more cracked and breathy. “Just close your eyes,” she sings, “the sun is going down.”

You eyes flicker close, Katniss’ soothing voice fading in and out. 

“Come morning light, you and I will be safe and sound.”

The pain has stopped now, replaced by a peace as your body begins to shut down. 

“No one can hu—“

Katniss stops abruptly, you chest no longer moving up and down. Everything that she’s been withholding shatters, than dam of tears bursting through and clogging her vision. She presses her head against yours, gasping. “Please,” she whispers, barely coherent through her chocked sobs. “No, no, no.”

Now that you’re gone, Katniss tightens her hold on you, the watery squelch buried beneath her broken sobs. Her face is puffy and red by the time the rests of the troops make it to her, each and every one of them takes off their hat. Katniss doesn’t look up to see it, her eyes shut tight as they all stoop to one knee.

Katniss continues crying for God knows how long, despair and grief filling her body more than the blood that fuels it. 

Katniss doesn’t start screaming until a rebel tries to pick her up, her kicks and shouts not deterring him. Even as she bangs against his chest, is heaved onto his shoulder, she doesn’t relent. Your lifeless body starts getting farther, and father, and farther, and farther until it’s no longer in Katniss’ sight. 

Her voice is raw and husky from screaming, lungs crying out to get a proper breath. Katniss is only filled with rage when she’s set down, Gale’s face blurring into view. 

“You fucker!” she hollers, smacking his cheek. 

He turns slightly, wiping his face from where Katniss had angrily spat, still indifferent to her behavior. 

“Go get some sleep, Katniss.” He walks off, leaving her in all of her thoughts. 

Katniss won’t be able to sleep tonight. In fact, she doesn’t think she would call it exaggeration if she believed she’d never sleep another night. 

[therosebunpost]

Monster Mash

Werewolf! Steve Harrington x Fem! Blind! Reader

CW: Some small sexual themes (MDI)

For @lesservillain ‘s Strange and Spooky Stories prompts! This finally gave me a chance to write my Werewolf! Steve idea, so thank you so much!

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You came to Hawkins for one reason, and one reason alone. You heard about the spooky shit that’s been happening, and as one amateur Paranormal Investigator, you wanted to see what all the hype was about. People didn’t like that idea. Your parents nearly passed out when you told them. “I’ll have Bernard with me!” You’d say, kneeling down and hugging the large Goldie, who barked proudly. Licking your face and tapping his feet against the ground.

Bernard was your trusty partner in crime. Trained from a young puppy, you two had a bond that was unshaken. He was more than just your eyes, he was for all purposes, your best friend. “He’s excited too, aren’t you? You ready to hunt some ghosts? Maybe get into a run-in with some monsters?” You’d gush, your trusty pup woofing in excitement.

Obviously, you were going to be careful. Sure, you joked about battling monsters, but like hell would you actually put yourself or Bernard in danger. It sucked that people didn’t expect that from you, but that’s how it was when you were blind.

You loved proving them wrong, though.

Hawkins was a nice enough town. It was small, from what your research told you. Even smaller than it used to be, after the quakes.

Bernard stayed by your side, dutifully ignoring the coos and pets of strangers as he led you away from the bus station. Guess Hawkins didn’t have a large Blind population, as you had to gently tell people not to distract your faithful companion. It was almost second nature to you, even if it got irritating.

At some point, you managed to stumble into a building for some salvation from the heat. Taking in the vague shapes and colors, it was some kind of store.

“Welcome to Family Video, if you need anything-“

“Oh! You have such a cute dog, oh my god-“

Two voices rung out from in front of you. One masculine and one feminine. You see two human shaped blobs, and one of them was already coming around the counter at record speed.

“Thank you!” You stop her, tucking Bernard behind your legs and keeping your cane in front of you. “He’s working now, though, so please don’t pet him-“

The woman stops, a sharp breath leaving her. “Oh! Oh, I’m sorry. I won’t. He’s really pretty, sorry about that-“

“It’s alright, thank you.” You relax, eased up by the sincerity in her tone. “Could you help me, actually? Do you know where the local Inn is? I’m staying for a few days and the sun is taking a toll on me. I really don’t want to wander around in it.” You giggle and the woman chuckles in sympathy.

“Yeah! Here, let me find a map. We have some water, if you’re thirsty?” You follow after her retreating form, now stationed in front of the solid mass that you assumed was a counter. The other blob, this one taller and wider in the shoulders, offered a wave before quickly thinking better of it. “Hi! Hey, uh, I’m Steve.”

Steve had a really nice voice. Smooth, and just a touch of an accent you can’t quite place. “Hi Steve.” You return, hoping you were smiling at him and not at the wall. That, and you hoped the heat in your cheeks would die down. You were a sucker for nice voices.

“So, the Inn? What brings you to Hawkins?”

“Well, I’m actually here on a mission!” You tease, giggling and leaning on the counter. “Bernard and I are going monster hunting!” Bernard woofs, but he wasn’t right next to you like you were expecting. Instead he was a little off to the side, and it’s then that you hear the tell tale sounds of sniffing.

“Oh, uh, hey big guy-“

“Bernard!” You rush around the counter without thinking, gently leading Bernard away from the confused man. “I’m so sorry, usually he’s really good at staying by my side.” Even in the midst of a distraction, but maybe Bernard was a sucker for a nice voice too. Plus, he could actually see what the man looked like.

“Oh, it’s fine, I just had some food so maybe he just smelled it on me.” He waves off the apologies, chuckling. Bernard woofs again and Steve’s laugh becomes a little wheezy.

“Dingus! Where’s the map??”

“I don't know Robin! Here, let me check, you just grab the water.”

Then, without so much as a goodbye, he was gone.

The woman, Robin, takes his place. “Here you go! I found a bowl, in case you’re both thirsty? Did I hear right, that his name is Bernard?” She chattered away, pressing the cold bottle into your hands along with a paper bowl.

“Thank you, and Mmhmm! Hey, you can pet him for a moment, if you want.” It wasn’t something you usually did, but she seemed sweet and was respectful of your No. Robin let’s out a small squeal of excitement before you hear her baby talking to the wiggling goldie. “Oh, you're so cute, oh my god. Such a good boy, working so hard, yeah??”

Bernard woofs, whining happily and Robin's giggles were just too infectious not to join in on. "Here, do you mind helping me with the water?" You ask, kneeling beside her and offering the bottle.

After the bowl was filled and Bernard was eagerly lapping at it, you take a grateful sip yourself.

"So, Monster Hunting?" Robin prompts after a moment, and you nod.

"Yeah, I heard a lot of stuff happened here. I was due for a vacation and I figured it'd be fun to look into it!" You explain, standing again. Robin snorts, and she's a blur as she shakes her head. "That's one way to spend a vacation."

"Fuck, I think I left it in my car." Steve’s footsteps come back out of the room.

"I can cover out here if you guys wanna go grab it." Robin offers, and you debate the offer. Follow a stranger to his car for a map to your Inn. Not that the map would do much, but it would at least give you something.

"Sure, come on Bern." You direct him with your leash and he falls back into Work Mode with ease. That, or he was eager to follow Steve out of the building. His lead tugged with his urgency.

"Here, uh, I think it's in the glove compartment?" Steve mutters, and you wait as he rustles around in the car. Though, suddenly he swears and there's a thump inside the car. "Whoa there bud-" He ducks out and you realize that Bernard had been inching closer.

"Bernard! Bad Dog!" You guide him away from Steve with a horrified gasp. "I am so, so sorry, he's never done that to someone before-" Bernard was a very friendly dog, but you trained him out of the sniffing thing early on. At least you thought you had.

"Its uh, it's fine! Dogs do that to me. He's just sayin' hello, yeah?" Bernard whines with apology and you try not to wilt at the sound. You rarely had to scold him, but it seems the new environment was a lot. "Still, I am so sorry."

Steve hands you the map and he tries to guide you to the Inn, but the mess of lines and colors was proving difficult.

"Its okay, I can ask for directions along the way." You offer, handing him the map. You've already taken enough of his time and you weren't excited for the next time Bernard decided to get friendly again.

"Are you sure? I mean, I could uh..drive you? It's not that far from the store and you aren't wrong about the heat."

You hesitate. You did need to check in soon and Bernard seemed to like him a lot. If there was anyone's opinion you trusted the most, it was your sweet puppy.

"Sure, yeah, thank you. I hope there's a way I can pay you back?" You asked, hearing the click of the door. You reached out a hand instinctively and he filled that space. The warm skin of his palm was soothing against yours and damn, his hands were big-

You slip into the car, placing your tingling hand in your lap in an effort to ignore it. The back door opened with a click and Bernard jumped into the backseat with a pleased bark. The sounds of him sniffing around were instant.

"You know," you admit with a giggle, "he's a friendly dog but he hasn't warmed up this quickly to someone before."

Steve let out that wheeze laugh again, hand tapping on the wheel. "He's a sweet dog, cares a lot about you." You hum in agreement, leaning your head back against the headrest and letting yourself rest for a moment.

"So…you said you were…monster hunting?"

“Yeah! I just think it’s really interesting. Really, it’s less hunting and just..seeing that they’re real, Y’know?”

“But isn’t that…dangerous?”

“I mean, sure, but I got Bern and…can I be a little honest?” You rub your palms along the fabric of your bottoms. “I don’t really expect to find anything. Part of this was just an excuse to get…away for a while. Work’s been…stressful lately and I dunno, I just wanted to do something different for a while.”

“Can I be honest?” Steve asks, and you nod. “Hawkins is kinda a weird place to run away to. Most people are hoping to get out.” You giggle, and Steve joins you.

“Do you? Want to leave?”

“…Not really? I mean, sure, I don’t want to be here everyday but…it’s my home.”

“So, you wanna stay but most people wanna leave?”

“It’s stupid, I know.”

You shake your head. “No, it’s not stupid. It’s nice. Sounds like you really like it here.”

Steve hums and you want to ask more, but soon the car comes to a stop. You slip out, running your hands along the glossy interior, and locate the handle and let out your rambunctious pup. He jumps out, pressing his body against your leg with a happy bark. You pet the top of his head, grounding yourself in the familiar softness of his fur.

“Here we go! Hey, maybe.. I’ll see you around? Sometimes? Wait, shit, I mean-“

You giggle, shaking your head and turning towards the smooth voice. “I’ll see you around, Steve.” With a smile, you settle your backpack onto your shoulders, grab your cane and Bernard’s leash. “Thanks again, is there anything I can do? I have some cash?”

“Oh- No, hey, it’s fine, honestly this was a nice break for me. Getting to sit down and uh, drive you and this guy around was a highlight. Trust me.” Bernard barks and his tail wags against your leg before leaving your side and woofing even louder. The golden blob suddenly elongates, meshing with Steve and you have to let out another gasp. “Bernard, oh my god-“

But Steve was laughing, and damn, wasn’t that a nice sound? “Yeah, I liked meeting you too, Buddy.” He giggles and it’s not long before he ushers him back over to you. “Stay with your girl though, okay? Gotta protect her from monsters.” He chuckles, and your cheeks heat up again. “But seriously, stay safe, okay?”

With one final goodbye, you walk into the lobby with a sense of relief and maybe a small bit of longing. “Bern, what the fuck?” You mumble, giggling under your breath as you pet him again. “Was he really that handsome?” You tease and Bernard just lets out one of his happy whines, nudging your hand and licking your fingers. “I’d call you a smitten kitten, but I think you’d be offended.” He lets out an indignant woof and you laugh as you head up to the front desk.

-

Hawkins was nice, for the most part. The people were friendly and helped you get around if you got lost. Bernard was definitely popular, with many people eagerly greeting the two of you as you walked around. Beyond that, things unfortunately weren’t as action packed as you hoped. After all, you couldn’t just waltz up to the nearest resident and interview them about all the things they’ve seen. Not that many were that forthcoming in the first place.

So, you resorted to the library. The place didn’t have a lot of braille in the first place, figures, so the papers certainly didn’t. So you had to blow up the text to nearly three times its size, and even then you had to call the librarian over to tell you any words that weren’t clicking. At some point she ended up sitting with you and reading over the entire article, along with adding her own tidbits.

“Oh, that Munson boy. You know, when he was acquitted, I was relieved. He was always a sweet kid, even if he got a little too into his ‘metal music’ that I had to sush him.” She giggles and you tap the mugshot with your finger with interest. “You said he got hurt? From the quakes?”

“That or an animal got him, dear. Poor boy, he was in the hospital for months. The picket line outside the hospital certainly didn’t help either. His uncle had to be let back in through the back door, I heard. Or smuggled in when visiting hours were over.”

“Holy shit- Oh, wait, I’m sorry-“

“No, you’re absolutely right. Holy shit indeed, my dear.”

Looking back at the formless blob on the page, wonder if that’s all this was. Not a monster as in the bogey man, but the worse. A tangible monster, going around and murdering high schoolers and pinning the blame on some guy who sounded like the town was after him.

“You know dear,” The librarian mentions softly, “things haven’t really gotten better after the quakes, why, there’s been some sightings. That’s what you’re after, aren’t you?”

You perk up at this. “Sightings? Wait, like, monster sightings?”

“Mmhmm, but I’d be careful if I were you, pumpkin. This thing…well, it’s not one to be trifled with.”

-

It was one time, during one of these little study sessions, that a familiar voice rang out in the quiet library.

“Fifteen library books, Dustin? Fifteen late library books?”

“Are you really going to scold me for learning? For following where ever my journey of curiosity leads? My thirst for knowledge-“

“Henderson, Herrington, what a surprise! What brings you two here, not the fifty dollar fine, I hope?”

“Fifty Dollars? Oh, you little shit, I’m going to-“

You weren’t fast enough to catch Bernard’s leash. The Goldie barked, and you scrambled after the blonde mass of fur as he came barreling over to Steve and another person, a boy you guess given his voice.

“Bernard!”

“Fuck!”

The books come crashing down, heavy thumps pounding the ground. Steve’s increasingly familiar blob joined them, covered by a wiggling, excited Bernard.

“Steve! Dude, you dropped them-“ The boy cries, and Steve just groans.

Mortified, you firmly grip at Bernard’s lead. “Are you okay? Steve, I am so sorry-“ You reach out for him, gripping his hand and tugging the dazed man to his feet. “Fuck- Yeah, yeah, just startled, hey buddy-“

“Since when were you a dog magnet, oh, hi!” The boy, now placing the stack of books on the counter, greeted you with barely contained amusement. “Is that your dog? I didn’t know they let pets in here, that’s so cool-“

“Oh, no, he’s a service dog.” You were quick to interject, feeling for Bernard’s leash to make sure it was firmly in your hand. “He’s usually very well behaved, I’m so sorry. Are your books okay?” You reach out, wincing as you felt dents in the spines. “Here, let me just pay the fine, you said fifty?”

That caught Steve’s attention, the man quickly coming to your side. “No, no, you do not have to do that-“

“I mean, the books are pretty dented, Steve-“

“Dustin, I swear to god-“

“It’s fine!” You interject, pulling out your card and handing it over to the librarian. God, you were glad you couldn’t see her expression right now. “Fifty, then?” You press and the librarian finally lets out a laugh. “Yes. Usually I’d charge for the dents, but I’m fairly certain that was Mr. Henderson’s doing.”

“Wait, hey, I-“ There was a thump and Dustin let out an annoyed grunt. You pay the fine, silently mourning what could have been. Maybe a nice dinner at that Enzo’s place, or that cute top you felt at the store, or put into another training course for Bernard because apparently he needed a refresher.

With the freshly used card back in your bag, you turn towards the two with a heavy sigh. “God, I’m so sorry Steve, I swear Bernard isn’t like this-“ His warm hand lays heavy on your shoulder, and he squeezes gently. “It’s fine. Trust me, I’ve had worse.” He chuckles and you relax just a bit. Still mortified, but at least you made amends.

“You seriously didn’t need to pay his fine though, that’s his own doing-“

The exasperation makes you giggle. “Trying to teach your brother financial responsibility?” You guess and Dustin lets out a laugh loud enough to be shushed.

“Might I remind you three that this is a library, not a social circle?”

With renewed embarrassment, you run a hand over your face. “I’m so sorry Silvia. I’m done for today. I think I’ll just grab my cane and head out.”

“Here, do you..want some help?” Steve offers, and even though you could get back to your seat on your own, you decide to nod. Offering a hand, you tell him the section you were in and let him lead you back over there.

“He’s not my uh…brother, for the record.” Steve explains as the two of you walk. He smells nice up close, like the woods and a hint of hair spray. “Could have fooled me.” You tease and he chuckles. “He’s lucky he’s not, I’d be more annoyed about that fine if I was.”

“Fifteen late books is a bit excessive.”

“Exactly! Plus, those dents were not from the ground, they weren’t your fault I promise.”

You bite your lip and shake your head, hand reaching out for where you left your cane. “I didn’t…pay it for him. I uh…did it for you.” Was the AC broken all of a sudden or were you just perpetually warm around Steve and his nice voice and warm hands, and pretty laugh?

He clears his throat and let’s out a little laugh himself. “For…me?”

“I mean, I think my dog has basically fallen in love with you, so I think it’s only fair.” You admit, realizing he hasn’t let go of your hand even when you had your cane. You kind of didn’t want him to, either. “Seriously, he does that to no one. Not even me, so I mean, I think fifty dollars is a fair enough apology. Fifty dollars and a firm promise that he’s going back into training as soon as I get back home.”

Bernard whines at that and you roll your eyes. “I know, I’m breaking the biggest code about revealing your crush, but you literally ran over the man-“ You gently scold him and Steve giggles.

“I'm flattered, but it’s fine. Though…do you think you might want to go out sometime? Bernard’s handsome, but I’d like to just be friends.” He teases and you flush under the boldness.

“You sure? He has to come with me everywhere, I’d hate to make him a third wheel.” You joke and Bernard surprises you with his enthusiastic bark. Nudging your legs and inadvertently pressing you closer to the warm man next to you. “Seems like he doesn’t mind..” Steve’s low answer tickles your ears and you fold so quickly, it’s almost embarrassing.

“…Yeah, I’d like to hang out.” You admit and Steve hums, gently patting the small of your back with a hand as he leads you out of the library. “How about Enzo’s? I can pick you up tomorrow night?”

“Sure.”

—-

The date was going really well. Steve was sweet, attentive, but also mindful of your space and autonomy, which was the bare minimum but damn did some people not reach that. He was funny too, and you really liked making him laugh. Honestly, you loved listening to him talk, even if his topics tended to connect in ways you weren’t expecting, sometimes. You learn a few things about him. How he like sports, how he’s basically become the babysitter for Dustin and his group of friends, how he’s lived here his whole life.

“Wait, so were you here…?”

“During the uh..quakes? Yeah. It kinda divided the town, literally. Crazy.” He admits, tapping a spoon against his plate. “Still looking for monsters?” He asks and you chuckle.

“Yeah, but I haven’t seen any. Just a bunch of newspapers and stuff. You guys have been through a lot.”

“Tell me about it.” Steve groans and you let the conversation shift to something else. You really liked Steve, and you figured you could ask him for more information later, if he wanted.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t tell you much during your hang outs after that. Just bits and pieces. The fire at Starcourt, the missing kid, the Lab getting exposed for government corruption. “Things have gotten better now though.” He insists before distracting you with a warm kiss on the temple, or the cheek, or even the mouth.

Yes, you were at that stage now. Honestly, it was easy kissing Steve in between conversations over diner milkshakes or watching a movie on his couch. It was easy to let your little mission go when his lips felt so good on your neck, sharp teeth gently scraping the flesh there to make you gasp.

After all, Steve was far more interesting. He basically lived alone, his parents often away on business. He loved dogs, or rather dogs loved him, which is apparently a new thing. He was dependable, loyal, and sweet. He got excited when you came around, often getting close to you and always keeping a hand on you at all times. He loved his friends, and thrived in social settings. He used to be on the swim team, but often just lets you use his pool whenever you want to swim. He just sort of sits by the edge, almost guarding over you like Bernard used to do as a puppy.

He had a small temper, but was good at controlling it. He was cheesy, and romantic, and maybe just a bit clingy which you honestly didn’t mind.

It was still so early in whatever this was, but it didn’t feel that way with Steve. It was like he just meshed into your life overnight. You didn’t want to think about what would happen when you traveled back home, so you just decided not to for now. After all, everybody deserved a summer fling if they wanted one, right?

So, yeah, Steve was someone to you now. His kisses were becoming familiar, his hands finding a home on your hips. You hadn’t gone that far yet, other than letting him feel along your breasts which pulled the hottest groan out of him. You would have let him take you right then and there on his couch after that, but the phone rang and Bernard whined for dinner. It ended up being a cuddle and make fun of B-horror movies night, which was just as nice.

He was protective too, and maybe it’d be overbearing if it wasn’t him. He keeps you close in new places, often leading you and Bernard around if you let him. Bernard follows him around all the time, barking and whining, and letting out all manner of sounds. Steve responded with interest, carrying the one sided conversation with ease. It was adorable, he was adorable.

——

You got set back onto your mission about a month into your stay at Hawkins. One night, you were awoken by a screech outside your Inn window. You were alone, except for Bernard who was sulking the whole day without Steve.

Steve had canceled your date earlier. His apology was so strained, and quick that you couldn’t even answer him before he hang up.

“I’m sorry Honey, came down with something. I’ll call you tomorrow though, okay? Stay safe.”

It sucked, but at least you were going to talk to him later. Plus, it meant you could research at the library and make some progress on learning about the horrors of Hawkins.

A different noise comes, a howling one. There was something off about it, like a mimic of a howl instead of a real one. Bernard doesn’t care though. He lifts his head, howling along with it and you’re quick to sush him. You were not looking forward to getting kicked out of the only Inn in Hawkins.

Bernard whines and you sigh. “Do you really need to pee right now?” He whines again and you slowly slip out of bed. You pull on some better clothes, gather Bernard’s leash and your cane, before leading him out of the tiny complex.

It’s a chilly evening in Hawkins. The end of summer is whispering on the horizon. You were going to have to go home soon. Away from Steve, away from the mysteries that you hadn’t solved.

There's rustling in the trees ahead of you. A heavy crunch of branches and a sudden screech that has you pulling Bernard close to your body. The forest was the only place you could bring him to pee, the receptionist having made that very clear when he saw your dog.

“Someone let their pet shit in the hallway, ma’m.” He explained and you sighed and went with it.

Bernard whines, and tugs at the leash, but it’s not away from the scary sounds. No, he wants to go towards them. “Bern, no. Look, I know we joked about monster hunting, but-“ He whines again and keeps tugging at the leash. There’s another whine out in the forest, and it’s painful. Like the creature is crying out for someone, anyone.

Bern tugs at the leash again and this time you follow at his side.

The forest was scary for a number of reasons. You tripped on leaves and twigs, branches whacked you in the face. Fuck, you stepped into a puddle and now your shoe was wet. Still, you both persisted. You trudged along the path, Bernard gently whining and barking until an answering whine greeted him.

“What the fuck is that, Bernard?” You gasp, following your puppy until the shadowy world seems to lighten around you. A clearing in the forest. There’s a shape in the middle of it. Chestnut brown against the emerald green and dull mud of the ground beneath your feet. You get closer and Bernard whines again.

The creature whines back, and you're struck with the fact that this was a dog. A very big dog. You approach slowly. “Oh my god.”

You kneel down in front of it, and the creature whines again. It shifts closer to you, soft fur caressing your palms as the big dog all but shifts his body into your arms, hands caressing the thick, brown fur.

“What the fuck-“ You mutter, and the creature tenses. It makes a move to lean away, but you're quick to gather it close again with a soft, “No, no, no, it’s okay. It’s alright-“

You rub your fingers along the top ofl his head. “Where’s your owner, buddy?” You coo and the dog just sighs. Pressing his large head into your chest with a tiny whine. You carefully run a hand along his body, tensing when you reach a leg and he flinches. Something wet and sticky glazes your fingers and you’re suddenly very grateful Bernard brought you out here.

“What happened to you, baby? Oh, you poor boy-“

A snap to your right freezes you. The dog in your arms tenses, and the dog at your side whines fearfully.

Suddenly the dog is on his feet, persistently nudging you to yours. He growls at you, and the rumbling should scare you, but it doesn’t. “Wait, I’m not leaving you here-“

The dog barks again and Bernard barks back. There’s a barking match, and you try to get a word in but they aren’t listening. There’s another crunch of branches, and another howl similar to the one that woke you up.

Suddenly the bigger dog stamps a foot on the ground with a heavy sigh, growling at Bernard before letting out a put upon whine. Bernard yips back, licks your hand amd then takes off down the pathway.

Without you.

What the hell.

“Bernard! Wait-!” You turn to run after your dog, but you aren’t sure where he’s even going.

Chestnut, the name you decided to give the injured dog because this was getting confusing, is quick to run into your hands. Nudging your stomach and pressing his fur into your fingers.

Let me help. You can almost hear him say as he rumbles. His fur bristles as the creature gets closer and closer to your spot. Let me get you out of here.

“Okay.” You grip into his thick fur, and Chestnut nudges you with his cold nose before tugging you along into the dense forest. You try to keep up with him, but your cane isn’t really doing much to help you right now. Chestnut seems to agree because he takes the cane between his teeth and whines apologetically when he takes it out of your hands. He then ducks down, swooping between your legs and lifting you onto his back in a motion so smooth, he must have done it before.

“Chestnut, dude!” You yelp, leaning forward and holding onto him for dear life. The dog tilts his head, whines in confusion, before racing away from the spot when the creature behind you cries out again.

Even with his injured leg, Chestnut is fast. The wind whips against your skin and deafens your ears. You close your eyes to protect them, burying your face in his fur which was a woodsy scent.

Breaking out from the woods, voices suddenly cut through the rushing air.

“Over here!”

“Shit! What happened?!”

“Where is it, is it after you?”

The voices meld into one and you try to answer, but that horrifying screech cuts you off. You bury your face into Chestnut’s fur while the others scream in surprise.

“Jesus H. Christ, I thought you killed all of them?!”

“Doesn’t matter, get out of the way!”

Gun shots rang out over your head and you bury yourself deeper into Chestnut’s fur. He’s quick to run away from the fire, coming to stop a ways away before depositing you against a wall and handing over your cane. Not wanting to be alone, you reach for him but he barks. Ducking away and whining apologetically.

Before you could panic, a new bark sounds beside you. Bernard whines, pressing into your leg and you all but collapse into him. “Bern!” You sob, pulling him close to you while he licks your face and whines apologetically.

War rages just a ways away from you two. Guns shot through the night, growls and screeches made your ears ache. You held Bernard close to your chest, face buried in his matted fur as the battle raged on.

"El, now!"

There was a cry, a human one this time. A grotesque ripping and shredding followed along with a ghastly cry of pain until all grew quiet.

You slowly lift your head from your dog's fur, tears pooling in your eyes while you try not to whimper. Whatever that was, you were grateful you couldn't see it.

Soft, thudding footsteps came closer to you and Bernard. The irony scent of blood hit your nose and you sighed in relief as Chestnut gently woofed. Nuzzling your cheek with a whine, you lean into him.

"Thanks Chestnut, thanks for saving us." You murmur, scratching under his chin. He makes a rumble in his throat, nose brushing your cheek.

"Chestnut? But that's s-" The voice was cut off with a grunt as more footsteps came closer.

“Are you okay?” Another voice asked, this one actually pretty familiar.

“Robin?!”

The woman chuckles nervously as she crouches down beside you. “Hey. Bernard came to my door and led me here, thank god we made it in time.”

“Bernard- Wait, what? Bernard went to come find you?” You sat up, immensely confused as more voices overlapped. In the time between running from the monster and getting out of the forest, your boy had rounded up a collection of Pre-teens, Robin, and…the chief of police?!

“That’s one smart dog of yours.” Hopper’s gruff voice broke out amongst the gaggle of teens. “Wouldn’t stop barking till I got my ass out of bed.”

Bernard barks proudly, tail thumping with glee as he’s flooded with praise. You rub at his back, also just as proud but…confused. Very confused. How did he know? Your dog was smart, but even so, how?

Chestnut nuzzles into your chest and whines, breaking you out of your thoughts. “Oh my god, your leg- We need to get him to a vet!” You shift, but Chestnut makes a discontented noise. Somehow you knew it was a protest as he shook his head against your stomach. “You’re bleeding, you aren’t fine.” You insist, nudging at him despite how big and heavy he was.

There’s a snickering until another voice cuts through. This one is unfamiliar. “She’s right *Chestnut*, that’s one fucked up bite you got there.” He teases and the younger party breaks out in a few giggles, mainly between the boys. Chestnut barks at them and you run your hands along his soft fur.

“I’m sorry! It’s just his hair looks like chestnuts and I didn’t want to keep calling him ‘The dog’ and-“

“Well yeah, that’s a wolf in your hands, Sweetheart.” The voice coos, stepping closer. The figure was wearing a ton of black, and the jingle of chains registers in your ears. Chestnut gives a warning growl at the man, and he chuckles. “Sorry, sorry. Name’s Eddie, and he’s gonna be okay. He’s already starting to heal, see? Touch the wound.”

You brush a hand over the once bitten flesh, gasping as all you felt was a scab forming. “Wait, how, what-“

“You gonna tell her, or do I?” Eddie asks, but his voice is directed to the comfortable dog, no, wolf in your lap. Chestnut sighs, letting out a small huff of an answer before slowly rising from your body. He walks away, and you sit there for a second. “Tell me what, where’s he going?”

“Just give him a minute, he kinda needs to get decent. You almost done over there man?”

“You try putting on pants over a wound, Munson!”

…..

“Steve?!”

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[allthesmutl0vers]

The Fate Of Us: Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Y/n

The moment my feet touch the ground, it’s as if I’ve been through a whirlwind. The world around me spins, and I struggle to find my balance.

Chuck, a familiar face, is quick to react as I stumble. His hand wraps around my arm, steadying me. “Woah, easy there,” he chuckles softly. “Here, let me help,” I hear him say before his fingers land gently on my forehead. A warm feeling courses through my body, taking away the dizzy feeling and replacing it with calmness. “There, is that better?” He asks kindly.

I look up at him, the sun shining against his brown hair, and he smiles down at me. “Yeah, loads,” I say as I take in my surroundings.

The scent of motor oil and rusted metal fills my nostrils as I take in the grounds of the Singer Auto Salvage yard. The lived-in house that I know holds the start of my journey, whether that journey is to save Chuck or kill him. One way or another, I’m not writing the story anymore.

I’m living it.

“I can’t believe it,” I mutter under my breath. “I’m actually here.”

Chuck moves to stand beside me. “You are y/n, and I have one more surprise for you,” he says, looking at me from my side. I turn to face him. “You know how dangerous this world is, and even though I know you know how to kill everything, you’re not a hunter,” he says softly. “And as I’m sure you can imagine, I don’t have a chance if you die. When I touched your forehead, I made you immortal.”

I take a step back, trying to understand. “What— what do you mean immortal?” I ask, trying to take in everything that has happened to me in the last two hours. “Like, I can’t be killed?

Chuck nods his head slowly. “Yes, exactly like that. Nothing in this world can kill you. You can still be hurt,” he clarifies. “But you can’t be killed. Not by any weapons that exist in this world. You can’t be smited or possessed by angels or demons either.”

“Does that mean I’ll live forever? Like longer than anyone here?” I ask nervously.

I didn’t ask for that.

Chuck pulls a small vial from his pocket, a silver chain connected to it to make a necklace. “As long as you wish to live,” he hands the vial necklace to me. The small vial contains a shimmery, white liquid that feels warm to the touch. “In this vial is a very small amount of my grace, my power. It’s only good for one wish. Whatever that wish may be, anything you could ever want or dream of. Whether it is to be mortal again, or to go back home, or to save a life,” he raises a single finger.

“But only once. The amount inside is just enough for one wish. Hold it close, y/n. You won’t get a second one,” he says sternly.

I put the necklace over my head, tucking the small vial inside of my shirt. “Why are you being so nice?” I ask him curiously, hoping I don’t offend him.

Chuck places a hand on my shoulder. “I told you. I want to be better this time around. I want to be a kind and loving God, and I want people to trust me. I want you to trust me.”

I nod my head slowly. “As long as you hold up your end of the deal, I’ll hold up mine,” I say, watching his kind expression falter for just a second before he smiles again and nods his head.

Chuck turns towards the house. “One last thing, y/n,” he says. In this world, I wanted to make it easier for you to adjust and easier for you to be welcomed,” he sighs. While you’re here, I made it so Bobby is expecting you.”

My eyes scrunch in confusion as I wait for him to explain. “As far as anyone here is concerned, yes, you are from your world. However, he knows that you’re the daughter of the man who plays him in your world.”

“What?!” I hiss in disbelief. “Why would you do that?!”

“Like I said. To make it easier for them to accept you. You know they wouldn’t trust you if you just knocked on the door and said God sent you to change the fate of their entire universe, with absolutely no real connection to them besides watching them on TV,” Chuck explains. And as much as I don’t want to admit it, he’s right. I’m just worried they’ll find out the kind of man my dad was.

Chuck nods towards the house. “It’s time, y/n, it’s time for you to start your journey. If you ever need me, just pray, and I’ll come,” he smiles before disappearing before my very eyes.

I take a deep breath, pinching my arm to make sure I’m not dreaming. Pulling the bag up my shoulder, I walk up the gravel driveway to Bobby’s front door.

How will he react when he meets me? Will he trust me?

Why would he? He has no reason to. I’m a stranger to him.

He’ll probably kill me. Or, at least, try to. Chuck said I can’t die, but isn’t that suspicious?

I step up onto the porch, my shaky hand clenching as I knock on the door.

Knock, knock, knock.

The seconds that pass as I wait for an answer feel like hours. And in those seconds, I contemplate just turning around and running away.

Isn’t just being in this universe enough? I could start over, write my novels from scratch, and republish them. Dark romance isn’t really a big thing yet. I could be one of the firsts.

That option starts to sound like a really good idea. But as I turn around to walk back down the porch steps, the door opens behind me. All of the air feels sucked out of my lungs as I hear a gruff voice behind me speak.

“Can I help you?” Bobby’s gruff voice sounding confused but kind.

I slowly turn around to face him. Taking in the fact that he’s actually right in front of me, that he’s alive.

His furrowed brows relax before raising his forehead, and he sucks in a breath of his own, opening the door wider. “My God,” he says softly. “Y/n?” He asks.

I clutch the strap of my duffle bag tightly, nodding my head slowly. “That’s me,” I respond, trying to take in the fact he’s saying my name.

Bobby steps out onto the porch, taking a few steps closer to me before he smiles and wraps his arms around me tightly. The scent of old books and motor oil fills my nose before he pulls back and puts his rough hands on my shoulders. “Sorry, it’s just so crazy to me that you’re actually here in front of me. My flesh and blood,” he says proudly.

My stomach feels tied in knots. This man is the complete opposite of the man my father is. Where Jim is cold and off-putting, Bobby is warm and inviting. I still remember the day my birth father left me in the dust to my own devices.

Three Years Ago

“Hey, Dad, do you have a minute?” I asked cautiously as I knocked on the door to his office in the den.

My father cleared his throat. “What do you want?” He asked in an annoyed tone.

I pushed open the door and walked inside, clutching the finished copy of my first novel to my chest. I walk slowly to the end of his desk. “I finished my novel,” I say softly. He groans and rolls his eyes before meeting mine, holding out his hand for me to hand it to him without a word.

My father flips through the pages, barely spending five minutes to look through all three hundred pages of it before he closes it and places it on his desk. My hands shake as I wait for his opinion. It shouldn’t matter to me as much as it does. My father is the hardest person to please.

“It could be better,” he says flatly before opening his laptop again. I try to control the rage that floods through my veins and the disappointment that stabs into my heart like an icicle. “How long did it take you to write it?”

I clench my fists at my sides, willing the tears of frustration I want to cry to stay back. “Six months,” I say through gritted teeth.

He scoffs and shakes his head. “A little slow for someone who claims to love to write. The writers on set write that many pages, more than three episodes in a month,” he chastises. “Honestly y/n. You’re wasting your time wanting to be behind the screen when your mother and I worked so hard so you could get in front of it. Ridiculous.

“I don’t want to be on the screen, though. I’m more comfortable writing. I like expressing myself on the page,” I shoot back defensively.

He slams his hand on the desk, making me jump. He’s never hit me before, but I don’t like it when he does it. “You are so damn ungrateful. Do you know how many young women would kill to have the opportunities you have?! Your mother and I provided a good life for you. Gave you everything you ever asked for and everything you could ever want, and you want to squander it. For what? A few shitty pages of a novel that will never see the light of day?!” He throws the pages of my book over the desk, the papers scattering across the floor.

I can’t contain my anger anymore. I’m fed up with his narcissism. “Then I’ll publish it on my own! I don’t need you or your publisher or even your damn name on the acknowledgments! I’m done!” I yell back, finally standing my ground.

My father pushes back his chair, rising to his feet. “Then get out! Get out of my house until you find some sense!” He yells, pointing to the door. “I mean it! Out!”

I run out of his office, leaving behind the scattered pages of my book as I run upstairs and pack a suitcase. I pack only what I can fit inside of it, leaving everything else behind. I open my safe, grab the ten thousand dollars in cash that I keep there for emergencies, and stuff it into my purse.

After I left, I got a job working as a waitress in a small town. With the cash I took from my safe, I was able to rent a small one-bed, one-bath cottage home and get an old beater from a used car lot. I never touched my inheritance account, never even checked it. I meant what I said about doing it on my own. Screw him.

Present

“Y/n? Y/n? Are you okay?” Bobby asks me, his brows furrowed with a worried expression on his face.

I nod my head, pushing back the memories of my old life. I don’t want to re-live them anymore. “Yeah, yeah, I’m okay. It’s really nice to meet you, too,” I say softly, giving him a small smile. “Sorry, it’s just still hard for me to believe I’m actually here.”

Bobby laughs and nods his head. “The feeling is mutual kiddo. You want to come inside?” He asks, pointing to the front door with his thumb.

I nod my head once. “Sure, I’d like that. Thank you,” I say softly, clutching my duffle nervously.

Bobby leads the way, opening the door and holding it open for me. I look around, feeling like I already know the house. It’s exactly like the way it looked on TV; part of me feels like I’m simply walking around a set.

“It’s not much, but it’s home,” Bobby says, rubbing his head before putting his trucker hat back on his head.

“I love it,” I say, turning to smile at him.

Bobby smiles and nods his head. “I set up a room for you. I’ll let you get settled in, and then I figured I could fire up the grill. You like burgers?” He asks, leading me up the stairs.

“I love burgers. That’d be really nice. Thank you for welcoming me into your home,” I say politely as he opens the door to a spare bedroom.

Bobby chuckles. “As far as I’m concerned, it’s your home to now,” he says as he steps into the room with me as I set my bag down on the bed. “Listen, kiddo, I know I wasn’t the best dad in the other universe to you, but… I hope I can be a better one in this one. But if you don’t want to have another dad or a dad, or Christ, I don’t know. I’m sorry this is all just so strange.”

I smile softly. “Listen, um… Bobby… Is it okay if I call you Bobby?” I ask nervously. He nods, and I continue. “To me, you and Jim are two entirely different people, in the best way possible. It’s just hard for me because he threw me out at nineteen… Kind of like John did to Sam. Actually, exactly like that,” I explain. “I know you and Jim are entirely different people, so I feel like it’d be best if we just start slow. Try to figure out what it is that’s going on first.”

Bobby sighs in relief. “That sounds great. ’Cause I gotta level with you. I have no idea how to be a dad,” he chuckles.

“So let’s just start with dinner,” I say with a smile.

Bobby nods and smiles back. “Sounds good, kiddo. I’ll be out back when you’re ready.” He says before exiting my new bedroom.

I sigh in relief, examining my new room as I put my things away. Wondering what Sam and Dean are up to. Wondering if Lucifer is still in Cas. If I should call Cas ‘Cas,’ or if he’d prefer Castiel. Wondering if Jack’s been born yet.

But one thing is certain: I won’t let Chuck almost ruin the entire world again.

That’s for damn sure.

Chapter Three

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40 - The Saltzman Merge

Part 41

Family is More than Blood

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Klaus, Caroline and I had hitched our asses on the nearest plane we could get on to get back to Mystic Falls. Caroline had called Alairc and told him what was apparently happening at the school. Klaus slammed the brakes on the car and we all vamped inside the old boarding house. “What are we going to do?”

“You need to take your magic back for starters.” Klaus glanced down at me since I was standing right beside him.

Rolling my eyes at my husband I snapped. “I already told you it’s not going to happen, Klaus.”

“You’ve been through the merge with your brother. It nearly killed you both mentally and physically. And now Elizabeth and Josette are facing the same curse. So you’re telling me you are going to sit back and watch where either one of them will be dead when this is over.” Klaus growled in my face when I lifted my head up to his.

Crossing my arms over my chest I scoffed at him. “Klaus, even if I wanted to do something to stop it. I can’t. They are twins.”

“And if non twins merge then things go bad.” The three of us turned our heads hearing someone else entering the room we were in. Footsteps came around the corner revealing my brother Jacob with Hayley and Andrea.

Caroline looked between our group. “That’s why Luke died when he faced Kai. So what is our plan to stop Dark Josie?”

“I don’t know, Care. Let’s just pray that the kids have a plan already in place.” I shrugged my shoulders looking at my friend.

Caroline ran her hands through her hair vamping out of the room. “I’m going to find Ric and I’ll meet up with later.”

“Jacob, please convince your sister to take her magic back and stop Dark Josette.” Klaus whipped his head around pointing a finger at my twin brother.

Jacob raised his hands up. “Klaus, It’s her decision. And like she said we can’t fight Josie on our own. Only the Saltzman twins can change their fate.”

“Hope came up with a plan B. But it involves them still having to merge.” Andrea stepped away from her parents.

I gasped feeling a tightening in my chest at hearing that horrible reality. I spun on my feet rushing into the nearest office room slamming the wooden door behind me. Gripping the desk I sucked in a sharp breath picturing Jacob's body laying on the dirt ground in front of me. “Rae, Rae, hey are you okay?”

“J…I'll be fine. I just need a minute.” I shake my head, closing my eyes tightly. Even though I didn’t have my magic at the moment I felt like I could feel his magic coursing in my veins.

He touched my shoulder. “I know this is traumatic for you. But we won't let them die. Either of them.”

“We can’t guarantee that. And Klaus won't leave me alone about my magic - I won't take it back until I am ready.” I huffed where my brother turned me around to face him.

He pulled me into his chest holding me as close as he could. “Ssh I've got ya, Raelyn. He will understand your reasoning at some point. Now we can do our best to convince Josie to not kill Lizzie. And I'll be there for you through it all.”

“Thank you, J.” I sniffed through some tears removing my fingers from clinging onto the fabric of his shirt after we broke the hug.

Jacob and I left the office seeing Ethan and Missy standing in the hallway arguing over something. “Ethan, you have to go.”

“I am not going anywhere, M & M.” He said back to her.

My third daughter huffed, throwing her hands up. “Ethan, this is a dangerous family situation. I don’t want you to get hurt in the crossfire.”

“I don’t want to leave because after I do I’ll forget everything. That isn’t right. We are supposed to be together as a couple.”

Missy raised her hand threatening him. “E, I can compel you to leave in case you forget. If you won’t go willingly and accept that I am doing this to protect your human life.”

“As your boyfriend I should be by your side for whatever dangers you face. I am not leaving, Melissa!” Ethan snapped at her before we heard some screams coming from the gym.

Jacob and Missy vamped in the direction of the gym. Ethan and I shared the same look before I clasped his hand in mine and vamped him into the gym with us. “She’s right that it's dangerous but we can just compel you later.”

“Well, my selfish sister didn't show up. Who am I gonna kill? Should it be... vampires? Maybe witches? How about some werewolves?” Entering the gym room I saw everyone in the school standing around a ring with Josie dressed in all black.

Hope, Alina and Missy all looked at Andrea before they all ran forward and launched themselves in the air and over the ring railing. The four of them did backflips landing in the center of the ring, down on one knee until they slowly rose challenging her. “Why not try all three?”

“Hope, you wait. Jackson whatever happens keep Xavier out of danger.” Alina looks over her shoulder at her werewolf husband holding theif infant son ti his chest outside the ring pit.

Andrea raised her hands blasting Josie who was glaring at the four of us. “Immobilus.”

“Real mature, Drea. Regelo.” Josie whispered, snapping her fingers, unfreezing herself.

Josie throws her hand forward and launches the three other girls against the ring railing. Missy grunted, forcing herself to her feet and casting a spell on her cousin. “Tenebris lapsus.”

“Ah!” Josie groans holding her head throwing her on the harsh floor where Missy called out to Alina who was behind her.

Alina clasped Andrea’s hand in hers siphoning off of her for more power than she could create on her own, especially since she was still recovering from giving birth a few days ago. “Lecutio maxima.” She hits Josie with an electric bolt of energy knocking her down onto her back.

“Phasmatos Incendia circulum.” Josie throws a fire spell surrounding the three witches until Hope climbs over the railing and undoes the spell.

“Inteo bulla…” Hope snaps her fingers creating a boundary spell around everybody outside the ring. Josie throws a blast of red energy yet she throws one back that was a strength of blue energy. The pair fought against one another but the Saltzman siphon was stronger using dark magic, throwing the two into their own separate corners.

“You're not even fighting back.” Josie grumbled under her breath.

Hope stands beside her sister’s and cousin in the opposite corner. “Neither are you. I know that you're in there, Josie.”

Josie launched her hand forward, throwing a fireball at her. “Give it up, Hope. What's it gonna take to get it through to your thick wolf skull that I'm Josie now? Incendia!”

Hope jumps out of the way quickly as possible and gets back in a fighting stance against her. “You are not Josie. I know that you think she's weak, but I know the truth... she's strong. You're strong. No one could shoulder the burdens that you carry. And you're always there for your friends when they need you. So, please, Jo, we really need you right now.”

“Enough of this drivel! What are you waiting for? kill the Tribrid.” The necromancer declared getting in Josie’s face.

Josie leaned against the ring railing. “Shut up. Everybody, shut up!…Hope?”

“Jo, is that you?” Hope gasped in relief.

Yet Josie’s eyes turned black again, raising her hand and lifting Hope up in the air over part of the ring that had wooden sticking out of it. “Did you really think that you'd be the one that would bring out my good side? Ascendo. So, any last words for your tombstone?”

Hope grunts nervously looking at me and her father. “I know you're in there, Josie. Fight.”

“I should have mentioned this earlier. But black really isn't your color.” Whipping my head around I heard Lizzie’s voice from behind me, seeing she was siphoning MG saving Hope from falling on the stake wood.

Josie dropped her hand. “You're late to your own funeral.”

“No. I am right on time to kick your ass.” Lizzie declared to her twin, making everyone cheer in the crowd. Lizzie and Josie entered the center of the ring with the rest of us standing on the outer edges.

“Sanguinem generis fiantus. Sanguinem desimilus, sanguinem generis fiantus. Sanguinem desimilus,

sanguinem generis fiantus. Sanguinem desimilus... “ Lizzie and Josie cut their hands and intertwined hands chanting the spell.

MG asked, looking at all the Mikaelson’s. “Is she winning?”

“We won't know until one of them wakes up.” I clasped my brother's hand tightly in mine.

It was a few more minutes of the twins chatting until they gasped and their bodies collapsed to the floor hard. The gym door bursts open revealing Alaric and Caroline rushed forward holding each twin in their laps. “Oh my god!” Caroline gasped through tears sobbing until Josie opened her eyes and she got to her feet.

It was a few hours afterward and everyone else in the school except for our little group knew that Lizzie was in fact still alive. Everyone had gathered inside the office and the second Lizzie had suddenly awoken on the long couch. She frantically looked at me. “Where’s Josie?”

“She’s alive and she thinks she won. Hope had a plan B thankfully that Andrea explained to me after the Merge ended.” I answered the blonde standing by my husband.

“The potion she made wasn't just to keep your mind separate from Jo's. It linked your life to Landon's temporarily. So when you died, he died, too. But since he's immortal, you came back when he did.” MG went in to explain more.

Alaric sat down with his daughter on the couch. “Hope thinks we can get Josie back.”

Lizzie asked. “How?”

“That's where your boy MG came in the clutch.” Kaleb high fixed him.

MG focused on the siphon witch. “I helped Hope do an old-fashioned vampire head dive. That's why you had to go through with the Merge. Hope needed Josie to be vulnerable. Josie's shields were down, so I sent Hope into Josie's mind. And then I juked her out of there before anybody knew what we were doing.”

“Why didn't anyone tell me?” Lizzie raised a brow.

Alaric answers her question. “Hope couldn't risk Josie figuring out the plan when the two of your minds melded in the Merge.”

MG shrugged his shoulders smiling. “Plus, we knew you weren't gonna run away for real. Heroes save the day, even when it's hard, right?”

Lizzie put the pieces together looking at me and Klaus. “So... Hope's in Josie's mind?”

“Yes she is but there’s more than that.” I glanced over to Alaric who unlocked a secret space that was hidden behind the bookshelf in the headmaster office. The door creaked open showing Hope sleeping in the position of sleeping beauty from the Disney movie. “She unfortunately won’t wake up yet and we don’t know why.”

Klaus instructed the blonde Satlzman. “Elizabeth until she returns no one outside of this room can know you are alive.”

“But what if Hope never comes back?” Lizzie questions very concerned.

Holding my husband’s hand I eyed Nik who didn’t bother answering her question, not having any answer that wouldn’t frighten her. “If she doesn’t come back in time. We will come up with another plan. It is not something to worry about for now.” She nodded where I focused my attention back on one of my oldest daughters.

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Primal - Ch.16 ~AU Predator (Franchise)~

Teleya’s POV

I struggled in the hold of the men yelping and crying out from the shock of seeing my dead coworker.

“She was your brother’s girlfriend!” I shouted in complete panic. Kang shook his head walking around the bar now.

“No, she was his whore. And when she couldn’t give me answers, I knew I would have to find someone who could… luckily freezing her head did wonders because I knew I was going to need her again.” he said darkly, his eyes sharply watching me. “Now I would hate to sever your pretty head from your body, but I will if you don’t give me what I want. Who else was at the club that night?”

I shook my head violently.

“How the hell should I know! I was just trying to get out of there just as much as everyone else was when the shooting happened! You can’t force answers when there is none!” I shouted. What else could I say to him? I couldn’t tell him Scorpion was there, no one would believe me and if anything, these guys would just think I was crazy and kill me anyways. I was dead either way. Kang tilted his head back, his face melting into a dark expression.

“There were no bullet holes in my brother’s body when I had to claim his body at the coroners. There were… slash marks instead as if a sword was used. And you mean to tell me you didn’t notice anything strange?” he asked. I whimpered gently as tears fell down my face, slowly shaking it from side to side.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you… He was unlike anything I’ve ever seen.” I said finally, and now he looked at me with interest taking a step closer to me.

“He?” he asked. I just looked down as the memories flooded into my brain from that night.

“No one could see him… he was a ghost. He cut them all down so fast I could hardly process it as it happened. He’s unlike anything I had ever seen before.” I replied now remembering how he held me against him as our bodies moved as one- as we became one. I finally looked up at Kang and nodded. “You really want the person responsible, give it time and he will come to you.”

Kang seemed confused at me words, but he slowly nodded.

“It seems you know a lot more than you let on. Chain her up in the back. She and I are going to get better acquainted.” he said darkly. I tensed at his words as his men began to pull me toward the direction of the back of the room. The women sitting with other men laughed at me and waved as if knowing I wasn’t going to be coming back. I was led into an empty bed room with a hook in the ceiling and a chain going down it and at the bottom were handcuffs. I struggled some more as the men forced my arms above my head and forced the cuffs around my wrists. My feet were still able to touch the ground, but my entire body was facing a window, the door behind me. The men smirked down at me before turning and leaving the room. More tears streamed down my face as I just stared out at the night sky. I was going to die today. I repeated that sentence over my head trying to make sense of how I got here.

I could blame Scorpion for all of this. No. I blamed myself for agreeing to go to Black Jack that night. If I hadn’t gone, then I would have never been anywhere near the shooting that took place. I closed my eyes thinking about all the times where I would be on the floor of our house, coughing up blood and cowering thinking if this would be the moment he would kill me. I’d always retreat inside my head so when the final blow struck me I would be deep in my mind and with the person I was supposed to be with. I’d be wrapped in my true love’s arms so when I died, it wouldn’t be just my soul in his arms. I’d cross over to the other world and be with him forever.

“Wherever you are, I won’t stop searching. Whatever it takes, I need to know.” I softly sang. Within Temptation’s song, Somewhere, always brought me comfort in the darkest moments of my life. “I’ll find you somewhere I’ll keep on trying until my dying day. I just need to know whatever has happened the truth will free my soul.” I was staring out into the city finding somewhat comfort from the sight. I escaped my abuser. No matter what happens next, no one can ever take that from me. I wouldn’t let them. I was going to die tonight, but at least I know I didn’t die by his hands.

I mildly jumped as I noticed Kang coming out of the bathroom behind me.

“You have a beautiful voice.” he said lowly. In response, my lips pursed together, and I watched as he began to walk around me and now he just stared at me for a moment as if thinking. I just stared back up at him and we just stood like this for a few more seconds before he tilted his head some. “You’re not afraid anymore.”

I just continued to stare at him as he said this.

“Death has been knocking at my door for a while now. I guess when the time comes to finally let him you stop fighting. I use to beg, but now what does it matter?” I replied. Kang lifted his head at my words.

“You’re right.” he said lowly. I felt him reaching up to my shirt and quietly he began to unbutton my blouse and I just looked out at the city over his shoulder wondering how he was going to do it. “Tell me about this man who killed my brother.”

I was quiet still unsure of how I should answer. In response, I felt his firm hand grip my chin, and I let out the softest instinctual whimper as I was forced to look at him.

“You’d better start talking or else you’re not going to like what I am about to do next. I have different methods of torture for women than I do men.” he threatened. Now I felt my mouth twitch into a light snarl.

“If it’s the same thing you did to Gabriella then I already know what’s coming.” I said sharply. Now he looked stunned for a quick second before smirking as if very amused.

“I didn’t care to have fun with her, but with you I think I will.” he said moving around me. What the hell did that mean? I got my answer when I felt his hands sliding over my stomach and side as he moved behind me. Now I could see his reflection in the window behind my own. “I have many ways to get information out of someone, and this will be my favorite this far.” I could feel my body tightening as I could feel his hands on my skin sliding over my stomach and further north toward my breasts. I shuddered as I felt his hands cup both my breasts and my hands tightened in the cuffs.

“Only you can stop this. The longer you stay quiet, the more I will do. But at this point I hope you continue to stay silent.” I hear him said lowly in my ear before biting at the shell. I could feel his lips against my neck, and moving up to press into my cheek. However, there was a mixture of screaming and gun fire coming from below us. Kang raised his head and I looked around at the sound. The door flew open suddenly.

“WE GOTTA GO NOW!” one of his men were screaming. I was looking up and in all directions at the sound of sheer panic that was all around me.

“What the fuck is going on?” Kang asked quickly.

“We gotta get you out of here now!” the man replied escorting him out quickly. What was happening? Was it more Slashers coming in retaliation for the club? The door was closed and so I couldn’t see anything out side. But a distant and faint roar from below made my entire body rise in relief as I realized who was here.

“Scorpion.” I said lightly.

Normal POV

The enforcer’s bio mask lead him to a large building surrounded in flashing lights. He was crouched on the roof top of the building across the street. He picked up on many heat signatures inside with humans that had weapons and humans that didn’t. At the bottom seemed to be another dancing ritual just like the last club where had initially met his mate.

He shrilled lowly looking the building up and down. All the floors were heavily guarded, but the top floor had more humans with weapons. He clicked the side of his bio mask and the same scream from earlier played in his head once more. She was in there but he couldn’t pin point her exact location until inside. He took note of all the windows in the building and one was directly in front of him. He stood back up now with a low guttural growl and began to slowly walk to the opposite side of the roof top. He rolled his shoulders and snarled heavily. He was going to kill everyone who had a weapon and he would show no mercy. He let out a sharp roar as he dashed across the building with great speed. Once he was at the edge, he jumped diving head first into the window of the second floor away from the unarmed humans.

He was already cloaked when he crashed into the window rolling on the ground and surprising the three Hu gang members guarding a door. He slowly stood up, feeling the bullets hit and ricochet off his armor as they fired upon him. He removed his black combi stick and with great speed threw it into the first human impaling him in the neck. His body was plastered to the wall causing the two men to scream and continue to fire. Scorpion moved upon them removing his spear from the wall and activated his wrist blade slicing the wrists of the second human. He screamed loudly as blood spewed from his wrists as his two hands fell to the ground still firing the gun. The human, still in shock and looking at his missing hands, didn’t even take note of the now uncloaked yautja that was standing before him.

Scorpion rammed his blade into the human’s chin creating an exit wound at the top of his skull. Scorpion raised the convulsing human off the ground causing the last human to scream in absolute horror and running down the hall. Scorpion dropped the second human and threw his combi stick quickly. It sored through the air impaling the human in the back of the head. He fell to the ground quickly. Scorpion moved over the human and removed his combi stick with a snarl. More bullets were hitting his armor and mask as he turned to the bottom of the stairs noticing multiple men firing at him. He roared and glided to the bottom of the stairs painting the stair walls with blood.

The falling of bodies onto the first floor, alerted everyone at the bottom floor causing absolute panic and mayhem. People were running and screaming, rushing over themselves to get out of the building. All the while more and more Hu gang members were rushing in to kill the threat. Scorpion immediately took to the ceiling shrouded in darkness once more as he began to use his whip constructed of a xenomorph’s tail to behead some of the men or cutting off an arm or leg.

But Scorpion knew he couldn’t waste too much time on the lower level of the floor. He had to go up. He had to get to his mate. He tucked his combi stick and his whip away and now removed one of his smart discs and immediately threw it down upon the men. It quickly sliced through each one of the Hu gang member’s stomach causing them to fall to the ground, some of them shooting each other. The disk returned to its owner and Scorpion roared as he jumped down and landed on the dance floor now soaked with blood and bodies. He knew more were coming. There weren’t enough bodies matching the amount of heavily gunned men he had seen earlier.

He figured they’d be coming down to him, but he needed to go up. He cloaked himself, extracted his wrist blade again and charged for the stairs yet again just as a group of men were coming down to rain hell fire down on him. And he met them with his blade slicing with precision. Most of the men didn’t know what they were even shooting at but they could hear the sounds of something coming at them. But it was futile. Bodies were being sliced up and kicked and thrown. Blood painted the walls as the Yautja cut down anyone who stood in his way from moving up each floor, and many were in his way. He ripped out spines, severed limbs, cut throats and sliced stomachs open. He smashed heads into the wall and felt their brains squish in his palm and then broke bone. Floor after floor he left a trail of bodies in his wake. He felt almost blood drunk as he couldn’t stop his blades from tasting hot blood and his mate’s screaming in his mask continued to fuel his rage. But with each floor he got to, his mask told him he was getting closer to her and he would reclaim what was his. Ten Hu gang members came out a stair well, and with his smart disc, he slices right through each of them, causing blood to spew onto either side of the wall before the disc returns to him.

He stepped on the dead bodies, ignoring the crunching of spines beneath his feet, and moved up to the next floor, cutting down every human he saw.

His armor was covered in blood now. After another body fell, the yautja roared loudly to the ceiling above in complete rage as he needed to find her now, right now! And a vibrant sound answered his call causing him to look around at the ceiling more. It was her, she was singing above him, calling for him so that he could find her. He was close. In response he burst through the closest window and jumped up to the window above, breaking it with his fists and entering it only to be met with gunfire yet again.

‘I am going to enjoy these kills!’  Scorpion thought to himself as he rushed the men awaiting him.

[aajjks]

mommy issues!JK

your hand has a beautiful diamond ring on it. a ring she didn’t even notice the first time ji-yeon met you and let’s just say, she’s extremely disappointed in her son. she took some time to do a little research on you and let’s just say, you’re exactly what she thought you were.

your only redeeming quality is your amazing athletic ability with your back to back wins in figure skating but besides that, you’re just a local. anyone can be maternal, that’s nothing special but jungkook has brainwashed himself into thinking you’re this heaven sent angel when you’re just a plain girl from the streets of gwangju.

you’re nothing special.

“well why don’t you tell your family that, y/n? tell them the good news about your pregnancy and how you’re engaged to my naive son whose heart was healed by your magical pussy”

before you can clap back, your mother reveals herself—your whole family is here. your mother, father, and sister. they’re dressed in fancy clothes from head to toe and your mother is shocked.

“y-y/n…you’re pregnant? i’m a grandma?”

“no you’re not. you’ll never—you bailed them out didn’t you? what kind of sick individual are you? you’re just as horrible as my family!” you say to ji-yeon. “all of you are SICK. you’ve treated us like shit our whole lives and still expect us to kiss your feet. i won’t do it and neither will my husband”

your demons are right here and you’re scared out of your mind…your mother can tell.

“oh y/n, i can easily find you now. you can come back home with us or you’ll run away like you usually do. you’ll take the baby, leave your ‘husband’ all by himself, and remain the selfish person i’ve made you to be”

you’ve done it your whole life. running and pushing people away all because you were scared. you’re scared now and running away sounds so tempting but things have changed. you’ve changed.

you found someone who loves you, a place you can call home, and a family you’ll treat three times as better than your family did. you used to think you had to run away—that running would solve all your problems until you met jungkook.

you’re not running away anymore. you won’t.

“who said i was going to run? i’m not scared anymore, mom. i won’t miss you when you’re gone. in fact, i’ll be happy”

“he’s going to drive you crazy. he’s a killer. you saw the way he shot ji-cheol”

you shrug. “i’m used to crazy. i lived with you after all”

your mother slaps you across your face really hard. “YOU ARE A DISRESPECTFUL, WASTE OF—I SHOULD HAVE KILLED YOU WHEN YOU WERE BORN!!”

~🫧

red.

Before anyone of you can process what has happened, Jungkook steps up and pushes your birth giver really hard that she falls onto the ground.

“YOU FUCKING PATHETIC, OLD BITCH HOW DARE YOU SLAP MY YN LIKE THAT?! HAVE SOME SHAME SHE’S PREGNANT!” Everyone is now watching the scene, shocked gasps fill the room, “I wish you died when you gave birth to her! WHY DON’T YOU DIE HUH!?”

Your father tries to step in but jungkook immediately pushes him away too. “NO ONE TOUCHES THE MOTHER OF MY CHILDREN AND GETS AWAY WITH IT! THE ONLY THING YOU EVER DID RIGHT WAS GIVING BIRTH TO HER YOU PATHETIC BITCH!”

Jungkook starts to laugh, “oh no, I’m not a killer yet, but I will become one after I kill every single one of you for hurting her! SHE CAN BE WITH THAT ABUSER, BUT SHE CAN’T BE WITH ME?! YOU GUYS ARE NOT PARENTS BUT YOU ARE THE SPAWN OF THE DEVIL!”

“so you’d rather watch your daughter, be abused by her pathetic ex but not be loved by me? YN YOU ARE THE UNLUCKIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD BECAUSE YOU HAVE THE WORST PARENTS!”

After insulting your parents to the core, he focuses his attention back onto his mother.

The one he loved so much.

“And YOU. You are not my mother anymore, Mrs Jeon! HOW DARE YOU BAIL OUT HER PARENTS?” He screams, going insane as he pulls you back to his side.

His mother has broken his heart into pieces. “AND THE TRUTH IS MRS LN THAT YOU MADE YOUR DAUGHTER A RUNNER!” He glares at your mother, scoffing.

“Let me guess- you bailed out JI-CHEOL too.” This is so humiliating, your parents are actually the most fucked up people in the world, but his parents are no less.

“You should be ashamed of yourself for wishing death on your pregnant daughter- YOU ARE NOT GOING TO BE A GRANDMOTHER TO OUR DAUGHTER! AND MOM YOU TOO!”

His mother wanted to make a scene and humiliate you. so now he will make a scene that nobody will forget And humiliate her and your parents.

“EVERYONE LOOK AT THIS PATHETIC FAMILY! THESE PEOPLE SUPPORT ABUSE OF THEIR DAUGHTER WHO IS WITH ME NOW BY THE HANDS OF HER EX-BOYFRIEND!”

[justnerdy15]

she keeps on growing (slipping through my fingers all the time)

Fandom: TLOU Series: many lives that could've been Prompt: @ailesswhumptober 12. Character Death Summary: in another life, the daughter loses her father. Warnings: MCD, gun violence Read on AO3 here!

Dad’s carrying her. Amidst all the chaos — fires burning behind her eyelids, the smell of leaking gasoline, all the noise (crying, and yelling, and screaming, oh my god, all the screaming) — all she can focus on is the tight grip of Dad’s hands, the soft worn flannel against her cheek, the familiar scent of their shampoo drifting towards her nose.

She doesn’t understand. How could this have happened? What is happening?

She wants to go home. To be back in bed, safe under her covers.

Sarah shivers, burrowing further into dad’s neck, and tries to forget what she saw.

“Hold on, baby girl,” Dad says into her hair as they duck into an alleyway. “Just a little longer.” His feet pound against the asphalt and their tremors make their way up to Sarah, causing her stomach to squirm uncomfortably at the jostling movements and the way her ankle twinges with every step.

There’s grumbling, a strange groaning, something wet, and she can feel the way Dad’s chest stutters with a shocked breath.

“Shit,” he says, picking up speed. “Shit!” His shoulder slams into a door and they’re suddenly in a kitchen, Dad scrambling around bulky equipment.

Sarah opens her eyes and peeks over Dad’s shoulder as they enter the dining area — Josie’s? the cafe? it’s all blurring together under flickering neon lights — when a door slams open and — and —

Something — someone? — crashes through, a snarling bloody mess, and Sarah can’t help the scream that escapes as it chases after them.

Dad speeds up, cursing under his breath, and for one brief second, fear over takes her. They’re not going to make. They’re not. They’re going to die —

He hits another door and they’re out onto some side road and a car barely misses them, but it does hit the monster following them with a heavy thunk and scream as it crashes into another building.

Sarah pants, trying to calm her racing heart, hands shaking where they’re bunched into Dad’s shirt. She looks over her shoulder, where a glaring white light illuminates the area, showing a hole in a stone wall.

Dad doesn’t hesitate and slips down the sandy hill, coming across one of the nature paths that litter the city. There’s a high pitched screech, like when they hit a dead radio channel, and Dad follows it, rubbing soothing circles into her back. “It’s alright, baby girl. It’s going to be alright.”

Dad turns a corner and then —

“Stop!” a voice shouts at them and Sarah turns away from the blinding light shinning in her eyes. “Stay where you are!”

Dad’s grip tightens on her. When he speaks, he sounds nervous. Or afraid. “My daughter’s hurt,” he tries to explain. “Her ankle.” She presses her face into his shirt. “We’re not sick, I promise.”

Steps in sand. A click. “Command? I’ve got two civilians here, one injured.”

She forces his voice out, focusing on Dad, when the thought hits her.

She swallows and tries to speak. “What about Uncle Tommy?” she asks into his shirt. He helped them get away. They haven’t seen him since.

“I need to get you somewhere safe. Then I’ll go look him,” Dad assures her.

There’s the sound of talking, but she can’t understand it. Like her head’s underwater.

Dad stiffens underneath her. He takes a step back.

Sarah raises her head and looks over her shoulder.

Why is he pointing —

Dad throws them to the side and there’s a loud noise, like bubble wrap popping, and something warm touches her face as they hit the ground rolling. Dad lets go of her and she tumbles out of his arms.

When she finally stops, her ears are ringing and breathing in dirt where her face is pressed against the ground. Her ankle’s on fire.

Sarah whimpers and pushes herself up onto her elbows.

“Dad?” she asks. She barely manages to turn her head. “Dad?”

She can barely see him, his face turned away from her. It looks like he landed in a puddle.

She tries to shift again when a bright light hits her once more.

Flinching, Sarah squints her eyes and spots the soldier.

He looks scared. Maybe it was an accident.

The soldier says something and raises his gun again.

There’s another pop, but this time the soldier drops to the ground.

“Joel! Sarah!”

Uncle Tommy.

“Uncle Tommy,” Sarah cries, trying to push herself up. Relief sinks into her when she sees him running towards her, sobbing when he pulls her up.

“Are you okay?” he asks, running his hands over her. “Sarah, honey, are you okay?”

She nods and looks over his shoulder. “Dad’s hurt,” she croaks out, pushing him away. “Uncle Tommy, we gotta help Dad.” Sarah takes a step towards him, wincing at the flare of pain that lights up her leg, but keeps going.

“Sarah,” Uncle Tommy breathes out, reaching for her hand. “Sarah, honey.” She pulls away.

Sarah shakes her head and she drops down next to Dad. “Dad,” she says, laying a hand on his chest. “C’mon, we gotta go.”

Dad turns his head towards her slowly. He groans as he lays a hand on hers. It’s warm and slick and doesn’t feel right.

“Dad,” she says again, shaking him a little. “Come on.”

There’s a hand at her shoulder and she jerks away.

“Sarah.”

She presses her lips together. “He’s fine, Uncle Tommy. He just — you just need to get up, Daddy. C’mon.” Something burns in her eyes. That same warm slickness is underneath her hand now, seeping through Dad’s shirt. “Daddy, get up!”

Dad’s staring at her, tears at the corner of his eyes, and when he breathes out, there’s a rattling noise from his chest. His fingers tighten around hers.

“No,” she says, shaking her head. “No, no, no. Daddy. Come on. Just — just get up. Daddy, please. I need you to get up. It’s going to be fine. Please. Uncle Tommy!” she cries, looking over her shoulder. “Help me! You gotta help Daddy! Uncle Tom —” Dad’s other hand reaches up to cup her face, turning her back towards him. Tears fall down and she’s afraid they’ll never stop. “Please. Get up. Daddy, please.”

His thumb wipes away a runaway tear. “Sarah,” he pants out, blood trickling out the corner of his mouth. “L — Love —” He stills, breaths coming out in shutter-y bits, before it stops completely. His hand goes slack and it’s only due to Sarah clasping it to her face with her own hand that it doesn’t fall away.

“Daddy?” she asks, alarm rising. “Daddy?” A sob breaks out and she crumbles against his chest and she doesn’t hear anything.

Nothing at all.

Get up. Please get up. Let me wake up. Please. I want to wake up now. Don’t leave me alone.

When Uncle Tommy pulls her away, she doesn’t fight him.

She doesn’t do anything at all.

Twenty Years Later

Sarah groans, pushing herself out of bed just enough so her feet touch the floor, and sighs. She opens her eyes to early morning light streaming in through a poorly covered window, illuminating her ramshackle apartment. There’s arguing outside, the same old familiar tune from the couple two doors down from her, and Sarah tunes them out, already knowing how it ends.

She rummages through the kitchen trying to find some food and comes up empty-handed. Sighing, Sarah picks up a container of water, taking a long sip, thinking about the empty cabinets and backpack. A trip to the ration office is definitely in order. She also needs to go to Abe today, see if he’s heard anything from Uncle Tommy. Sarah pulls the bottle away, wiping at her lip, and shakes her head.

What a goddamn mess.

She’s just about to check again, hoping she’s just missed something, when there’s a knock at her door. Sarah looks towards the entry way and frowns, putting the container down.

Another knock.

Sighing again, Sarah approaches the door, stopping by her jacket long enough to pull out her pistol from her pocket, and peers through the pep-hole.

What the fuck?

She unlocks the door and swings it open.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she says, pulling in her unwanted visitor. “Have you lost your damn mind?”

Bryony shrugs her off, jamming her hands into her pockets, and scowls at her. “Christ, who pissed in your cereal this morning?”

“You,” Sarah says flatly, putting her gun on the table. “When you show up unannounced and FEDRA’s looking for trouble.”

Bryony waves her off. “Well, I’m about to make your day a whole lot fuckin better, so get over it. Marlene’s got a special assignment for you.”

“That’s supposed to make my day better?” Sarah asks, walking back to her bed to get dressed. She snags a pair of jeans and starts shoving them on. “What does she want?”

She hasn’t been an active member in over a year. You’d think she get the message.

“Transport. Needs something smuggled out of the city. Ah —” Bryony holds up a hand when Sarah opens her mouth. “— It’s not far. Don’t worry. We just need to get it the capitol building.”

Sarah reaches for her shirt. “And what is it exactly?” she asks, muffled. Her head pops through the opening and she pulls out her hair. “Well?”

The other woman frowns, looking away. “I can’t say.”

Sarah scoffs. “Figures.” She reaches for her watch on the nightstand. “You can tell Marlene I’m not interested.”

“Sarah,” Bryony sighs exasperated, but Sarah shakes her head.

“No. I’m not Marlene’s errand girl. She can get you or someone else to do it.”

“She doesn’t trust anyone other than you to do this. Trust me, I tried.” Bryony holds up her hands, placating. “I know you don’t want anything to do with Marlene or me or the Fireflies, okay? I know that. But, Sarah,” she walks over to her and takes her hands, “this is important. This is going to change everything. So, just hear her out, please?”

Sarah looks down at cool blue eyes, focuses on the familiar warmth of hands in hers, the bite of the watch at her wrist.

Fuck.

“Fine,” Sarah says, pulling away, pretending she doesn’t see the way Bryony’s face falls. “I’ll talk to her.”

Whatever this is better be worth it.

[dinkflocculent]

Old Prey: Chapter Three - Nightmare

Leo

I have finally found her.

My sweet Soleda.

My life has been an anguish to live through ever since she left me. All alone. So lonely without her. Now here she is. Standing right in front of me for us to be together forever.

Woefully, something terrible has happened to her. She has lost all memories of her life and our love. Brainwashed into this upturned reality. I have to take her home to make her remember.

She will never leave me again.

“M-Mr. Santifelon…” she says in a hushed, shivering voice, scooting back as takes a step closer to her. “I… I-I—”

She’s horrified of me. She shakes as if she’s in the freezing storm outside. Her chest rises and lowers at a frighteningly quick pace. She holds her chest to soften her heartbeat.

Oh, my poor, sweet Soleda.

“Please… don’t devour me. Imagine how long you'd be in prison being a meat defender. Because of your carnivorous curiosity?” her voice cracks. “…I don’t want to die.”

Devour her?

“Why would I do such a thing to you? Why do you keep calling me by such a formal name?”

“W-What?”

“Oh, you are so terribly frightened… Just come with me. You will be back to normal.”

She takes slow, shaky steps back as I come closer. She may think I’m going to do the worst to her. Devour her? The worst thing I could ever do… and to such an angel of mine.

Her gaze treads to the floor. She holds her heart as her breathing becomes more and more clear and quick. She can’t calm down. I’m scaring her.

She’s having a panic attack.

“Hey, hey…” I go to pick her up.

“Don’t touch me!”

Being as gentle as I can, I grab her wrist. She frails as I put the cloth over her snout. The sweet aroma of the chemical fills her nostrils, her eyes getting heavy.

She falls limp in my arms. So calm when she’s asleep. So beautiful.

Soleda, you have filled a hole inside my cursed heart.

***

Beau

I wake up to an early Saturday morning. I should be energetic to start the break, but my head is agonizing to deal with. My limbs feel like I’ve slept for years. My vision takes time to clear.

My bed doesn’t feel right. I have more space. It makes me not want to leave the comforting covers, yet I can’t understand why my bed feels so unfamiliar.

My vision eventually clears, and I don’t depend on touch to see where I am. The floors are wooden, not carpeted. The window is gone. A large wardrobe replaced my bookshelf. The wall wasn’t the familiar white. It was a vintage yellow with a flower pattern. Everything about my room isn’t the same.

Wait.

This isn’t my room.

Mr. Santifelon kidnapped me last night.

The room feels like it’s running out of oxygen. I try to clear my head, but I can only think about how painful a beast eating me to death feels. Claws digging into my flesh. Some of my fur getting pulled off in a struggle. Sharp teeth ripping my body apart.

God, it’ll be so painful.

I can’t let that happen to me. I throw the covers off of me, pulling my feet to the ground. The door was only steps away. Yet I don’t know the surroundings of this house. A frightening sound stabs my ears, knocking me out of my thoughts.

Footsteps.

Large footsteps.

He’s coming.

I jump back into bed, pulling the covers over me in haste. I shake as I curl into a ball, the soft, terrifying creek of the door hitting my ears. I cover my mouth.

I need to move. This monster is going to eat me alive. The exit is so close. If I can just…

“Soleda?”

He calls me by a familiar name, but it isn’t mine. Are there other monsters in this house? Are they in the room with me? My heart pumps faster than it ever has. Is this how I’ll die? Was my anxiety right every time I went outside? Every time I spoke with a carnivore?

A sweet aroma fills my nostrils, filling my head with pleasant memories of my childhood. It almost calms me, but it won’t let me forget where I am. His hand touches my back to shake me awake, freezing me with fear. He slowly pulls away the covers, seeing my terrified, curled-up body.

He looked down at me, holding a tray of freshly baked cookies. His big smile on his face mocks me for what’s to come.

“Are you cold—”

“Get away from me!” I scream, scurrying to the headboard while not taking my eyes off of him.

“Oh, you poor thing,” he sets down the tray on a dresser and walks forward.

He’s going to kill me.

“No, no, no! Please don’t devour me, it’s not worth it! I don’t want to die, I don’t want to!”

His expression changes. He doesn’t have the look of someone who is about to eat me alive. He looks surprised at my behavior. Devastated that I would beg such things. What does he expect? For me to be okay with going through such a brutal demise?

“Soleda…” he has a deep distraught look in his eyes. “I would never do such a thing to you.”

“…no?” I sniffle, tilting my head in confusion.

“I have finally found you after all these years. Why would I throw it all away for my feral, carnivorous desires? Soleda, you need to stay here so I can keep you safe.”

I stare at him, my mind going blank. He finally found me after all these years? He is the first lion I’ve seen in person. In our conversation, I do remember him talking about his dearest leaving him. How sad he got after bringing it up.

Does he think I’m her?

“Mr. Santifelon, you’re mistaken—”

“Call me Leo!” He slightly raised his voice, causing my ears to lower and my lips to close. He notices, changing his demeanor to a more softer look. “Now that we have calmed down, how about you try some of the cookies I’ve made?”

I eyed the cookies as if they were going to jump out and bite me. He cooked them, and he wants me to eat it. I don’t know what he put in that. Eggs, flour, and a sedative to paralyze me? He made me faint while forcing me to inhale chloroform. He wouldn’t hesitate to trick me into drugging me.

“Do you think I drugged it?” he chuckles. “Why would I do such a thing?”

“Eat one. All of it.”

He sighs, taking a cookie and eating it fully. I stare at him as he swallows, waiting a moment.

He’s fine.

“Now can you please eat at least one? I spent all morning making them just how you liked it.”

I take one, a comforting warmth filling my paw. I sniff it, being cautious. Even though it smells good, I can’t bring myself to consume anything he gives me.

He takes another and eats it whole. He looks at me, his gaze anticipating for me to take a bite. I raise it up to my lips, taking a bite.

It’s… delicious.

I go to take another. Then another. Until he stops my hand from getting the fourth.

“Now, now,” he talks to me as if he’s my father. “That’s just a treat. But we need to eat breakfast. Stay put until I come back, my Soleda.”

He gets up, taking the tray with him as he leaves.

My anxiety returns, reminding me of the situation I was in. He thinks I’m ‘Soleda,’ someone he clearly cares about. I’ve only talked with him for one period and this happens.

I don’t know what he wants with me. He wants me to stay. But I won’t be safe. I’ve heard he has a temper, even if they were only rumors. What makes him mad? What if one day I piss him off and he hurts me? Or snaps…

Then devours me.

I can feel my heartbeat start to quicken. I can feel it in my ears. The thought of him killing me in such an agonizing way makes me dizzy. He has the power to do it. I could do nothing to escape it other than scream and run.

My nose twitched, a sweet, comforting aroma filling my nostrils. It’s coming from the kitchen. He must be cooking, and he’s wonderful at it.

Tip-toeing to the door, I take a peek. He stood against the stove, stirring the pot as he sang a soft song. He held everything so delicately like it was glass.

He is just a delicate flower. A broken soul, who clings to me to put the pieces back together. But I can’t be a part of this. I have nothing to do with it. I am not who he thinks I am.

And I don’t know how to convince him otherwise.

My body reminds me that I didn’t eat anything last night, and I try to find something to distract me from it.

The large wardrobe with peeling paint caught my eye. After a struggle, I open it. It’s filled with casual dresses, not bigger than my size by too much. They look out of date, decades old. But they’re in prime condition.

They probably belonged to Soleda. He holds onto anything of remembrance of her. He obsesses over her. I don’t know how I’m going to possibly convince him. He’s set on this.

“Soleda?”

I close the wardrobe and jump back into bed, pulling the covers over me. I don’t know what he’ll do if he catches me rummaging through his prized possessions.

“You can’t eat under the covers…” he shakes me, alerting me to peek from under them.

He holds a tray. A bowl with a delicious smell has hot steam coming from it. Another small bowl with some fruit.

He sets it down on the bed on my lap. I stare at it, sniffing it. It smelled good, yet I wish I had the nose of a canidae to detect if he put anything in it.

“Soleda, I promise I didn’t put anything in it…” his ears flatten.

Both in pity and a smudge of trust, I pick up a spoon and cup some of the stew. I take a sip.

Males aren’t known for culinary, but he is.

I haven’t eaten in hours, but it feels like weeks. I pray that this isn’t drugged, because I am eating way too fast.

“How do you cook so well?” I ask after I swallow.

“You taught me. You must not remember…” he says with a sad tone. It must be a pleasant memory. “I didn’t know how to cook, even anything simple. My father never taught me since it was ‘only a female’s job,’ so I didn’t know how to fend for myself. But you came and guided me.”

“…Oh?”

“You showed me to show my soft interior my father told me to cover with a tough exterior.”

“She sounds like a wonderful beast.”

He sighs, rummaging through his pocket and pulling photos.

“Soleda, I will do anything to bring back your memory. I know things that you will never forget, and I have them stored. Ever since you left…”

He shows me a picture. A picture of a bear no older than me and a young Mr. Santifelon. His mane wasn’t as long, and his teeth weren’t as sharp. He wasn’t exaggerating when he said I and Soleda looked similar. She looks like she could be my mother.

“Remember this? It was just after prom. The night was so cold but it didn’t stop us from playing in the lake deep into the forest,” he smiles. “It was the best night of our lives.”

I just stared at the picture, looking at him as he spoke. My ear twitches in curiosity. He talks so softly, recounting everything in the moment.

“The nights when we would just talk about our dreams. We wanted to live in a cabin in the snowy woods, away from the outside world. No pressure from society’s expectations. Away from all wars. Just living together.

Dying together.”

That snaps me out of my thoughts. The thought of living with him for the rest of my life is horrifying. I don’t want to be with him. I shouldn’t be. I’m not Soleda. I’m Beau. I want to live with my father. I want to live out my final year of high school.

“Would… you do anything for me?”

I don’t know why I said it. Curiosity? That was part of it.

“Of course, I would! Getting rid of anyone that could get between us. Like that friend ‘Duko’ of yours.”

He has no place in our relationship.”

[honmyoseagull]

WHUMPTOBER 2023 MASTERLIST

DARK REIGN BULLSNIKT: HISTORY OF A RELATIONSHIP FROM BEGINNING TO END. (INDIVIDUAL LINKS TO AO3 IN THE TITLES)

PART 1, prompts 1 to 8

SHOCK VALUE

The courtship started in an explosive way. Then comes the first date. Obviously, this is Daken and Bullseye, so don't expect rainbow and roses. More like torture and constant denial. And maybe the tiniest bit of longing.

No. 1: Safety Net | Swooning | “How many fingers am I holding up?”

No. 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.” Thermometer | Delirium | “They don't care about you.”

No. 3: “Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon.” “Make it stop.”

No. 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.” Shock | “You in there?”

No. 5: “You better pray I don't get up this time around.” Debris | Pinned Down | “It's broken.”

No. 6: “Do or die, you’ll never make me; Because the world will never take my heart.” Made to Watch | “It should have been me.”

No. 7: " “I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.” Radio Silence |

No. 8: “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.” Overcrowded ER | Outnumbered

PART 2, prompts 9 to 16

NOTHING PERSONAL

Fighting together (or against each other) is easy. Fucking, they learn to manage. Kinda. Since this is Daken and Bullseye we're talking about, they're rubbish at dealing with their feelings, though. And the more they run from them, the more it hurts. Literally. Also, it wasn't what they had planned with their day, this 'Meet the Family' thing.

No. 9: “Learning everything ain't what it seems, that's the thing about these days.” Polaroid | Mistaken Identity | “You're a liar.”

No. 10: “Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?” Broken Phone | Stranded | “You said you'd never leave.”

No. 11: Animal trap | Captivity | “No one will find you.”

No. 12: “I haven't slept in days but who's counting?” Red | Insomnia | “I’m up, I’m up.”

No. 13: Cold Compress | Infection | “I don’t feel so good.”

No. 14: “Feed me poison, fill me ‘till I drown.” Water Inhalation | “Just hold on.”

No. 15: Makeshift Bandages | Suppressed Suffering | “I’m fine.”

No. 16: “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?” Gurney | Flatline

PART 3, prompts 17 to 24

FOR OLD TIME'S SAKE

A learning curve. Dealing with blasts of the past. Blasting the past. Again. Learning to be two. They are who they are, they work (mostly) and they rock. (Even if the ground they tango on is rocky.) Now, if ghosts could stop crawling out of the woodwork, that would be nice.

No. 17: “You’re the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest.” Touch Aversion | “Leave me alone.”

No. 18: “Hit them harder.”

No. 19: Floral Bouquet (of tea (a)) | Psychological | “I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”

No. 20: Blanket | Found Family | “You will regret touching them.”

No. 21: “See the chains around my feet.” Restraints

No. 22: “They never saw us coming, ‘til they hit the floor.” Glass Shard | Vehicular Accident | “Watch out!”

No. 23: “It’s gonna get me by the end of the night.” Shadows | Stalking | “Who’s there?”

No. 24: “I’ve got a head full of chemicals; mouth full of ridicule.” Goodbye Note | Neglect | “I thought they were with you.”

PART 4, prompts 25 to 31

BREAKING EVEN

They need each other more than ever. Are ready to give and take more than ever. And yet, they still crack at the seams.

No. 25: “You’re not delivering a perfect body to the grave.” Storm | Buried Alive | “They’re not breathing!”

No. 26: “Sometimes I get so tired; I don’t even know myself.” Seeing Double | Working To Exhaustion | “You look awful.”

No. 27: Matches | Scars | “Let me see”

No. 28: “We might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now.” Bloody Knife | Sacrifice | “You'll have to go through me.”

No. 29: “I only sink deeper the deeper I think.” Scented Candle | “What happened to me?”

No. 30: “It’s okay, just to say, ‘I’m not okay’.” Borrowed Clothing | Bridal Carry |

No. 31: “I thought that I was getting better.” Emptiness | “Take it easy.”

(Fifth fic about Mourning the relationship based on the alternate prompts will be done when it will be done ^^;; Gimme a break. No, not bones.)

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sun & shadow

part 2

18+ mature content, contains smut

*contains spoilers for ACOTAR*

eris x reader / azriel x reader

word count: 2859

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A few months later

y/n pov

you breath is shallow and you use the last of your energy to crawl forward. You were almost over the boarder of the night court, the farthest place from the autumn court. But as the night falls, you are not so sure about your choices anymore. You should have just gone to the human lands, not the most feared court of all. cauldron you were stupid. Well no time to turn around now. If you could even make it to the night court without dying. Because you were hanging on by a threat, after you were attacked in the wood. Your side was cut open and if you didn't find anyone withing a few minutes, seconds even you were gonna die. You crawl and crawl pushing yourself to the edge. "help" you want to scream but it comes out as a whisper. You didn't see anyone, so this was it. You roll on your back, looking at the sky, at least here the sky was the most beautiful at night, you think before you close your eyes.

Eris' pov

You walk thru the woods alone, you did that a lot after y/n left. You still couldn't believe she was capable of something like that. You feel a presents watching you and you turn around. "I know you're here, at least have the balls to face me shadowsinger" you say, watching Azriel come out behind the bushes. "hello Eris, you look like shit" he says. "hello to you too" you tell him as you lean against the big tree next to you. "what's up your ass this afternoon?" he asks you "did she say no?". "she left" you tell Azriel "with half of my mother dowry". "oh well, you always had something for the feisty once, didn't you" he says jokingly. "just shut up Az. Ask me what you want to know and leave" you tell him strictly. "well, no friendly talk I see" Azriel says. "I'm not in the mood " you tell him. Azriel steps closer until he stands inches before you towering over you, you always hated that he was just a little taller than you.

"you know I'm actually glad she ran" Azriel says, looking straight at you with his hazel eyes. "and why is that shadowsinger?" you say, trying to act like you aren't intimidated by him. if it really came to it, he could probably beat you, especially now that he overcome his fear of fire. "because" Azriel says moving even closer "now I can do this without feeling guilty". His lips touch yours and god you never knew you wanted this. This was the perfect way to forget about y/n. your hands finds his waist to pull him even closer to you, deepening the kiss. "hmm" you moan into his mouth, feeling Azriel smile against your lips.

"I should probably go" Azriel says as he let's go of you, a little out of breath because of the kiss. "az" you yell behind him. "don't worry this is our secret" he says, knowing exactly what you were gonna say.

Azriel's pov

You can't believe what you just done, god this is gonna make things so much more complicated. And yet you already can't stop thinking about the next time you'll see Eris. To be honest you were a little confused at what you've done. Because it wasn't that you wanted Eris for yourself. No, you were fine with him just being there to take your mind off of things, but a relationship with him, that could and would never happen.

As you fly back to the night court you look to the ground and see something at the border. You fly a little lower to see what is was and see a girl laying on the boarder, a massive wound in the left side of her waist. You land a few feet away from her and see she's not conscious but you hear she's still breathing, tho it was shallow. You quickly scooped her up and take her with you.

"there you are, I began to wonder where you were....who's that?" Rhysand asked as you stepped into the town house. "I have no idea, found her at the border like this. she needs a healer fast" you tell him. "lay her down, I'll get Madja" he tells you. within seconds Madja is here and start to look the girl over. "can you safe her?" you ask Madja. "I think you brought her here just in time. Now let me work" she says as you and Rhys step back and leave the room.

"what took you so long?" Rhys asked you. "I found her" you tell him, refusing to tell him the thing that happened to you and Eris. "you look nervous, you're never nervous" Rhys says. "I'm not nervous, just worried about the girl" you tell him. "do you know her?" Rhys asked. "no" you say shortly before you walk out, needing to clear your head.

y/n's pov

you slowly open your eyes, immediately you're greeted with a stabbing pain in your side. "well look who's awake?" you hear a voice say. Your eyes fly open and you immediately look to the man standing next to the bed you're laying on. "where am i?" you say looking around panic filling you. "your in the night court, and I am Rhysand, high lord of the night court" he says calmly. "now I like to know who you are" he says his tone changing into that of a predator. "I'm y/n" you tell him. "well y/n, tell me what you did at my border" he demands. Shit this is worse than you thought. "I, I ... I needed somewhere safe" you tell him, refusing to tell him the full truth. "and why's that" he asks. "because I was banished from my home" you tell him. "and why exactly where you banished y/n?" he asked as he stepped even closer with an almost cat like grace. "because" you sigh "because the court where I'm from doesn't like bastards like me" you tell him, not looking at him. "a bastard huh" he says his tone less intimidating now. "well y/n in that case, welcome to the night court". "what?" you ask him confused. You thought for sure he was gonna banish you from his court too. "let me tell you something y/n. in this court we take care of each other and I learned from experience that bastards are the most fun" he says "now rest, your wound needs to heal" he says before he walks out of the room. What the fuck did just happen.

You're still wrapping your head around that you can stay, and that you already met the high lord of the night court. Wait are you in his house right now? It didn't look like a palace like the autumn court had. The door opens and a nice looking woman walks in. her arms full of swirled tattoo's. "I thought I bring you some food. I'm Feyre" she says putting the food on the night stand. "how are you feeling?" she asked. "fine" you tell her. "you sure?" she asked, looking like she didn't believe you. "yes I'm fine" you lied. The wound hurt like a motherfucker, but you were not gonna tell her that. "Well if you need anything just say so" she says walking out. You quickly ate the meal she left you.

An hour later the pain in your side only intensified and you decided to take a look at it. Shit, it looked like it was infected, that wasn't good. "uhm hello?" you yell hoping someone would hear. "hello, I need some help!" you yell a little louder but nothing. You sat up in the bed, shit you had to find a healer quick. You put your feet on the ground slowly standing, the pain burst through your body. You slowly put a step forward, trying your hardest to ignore the pain. You put your hand on your wound, only to find it wet. No it wasn't wet you were bleeding. "help!" you yelled, feeling your anergy drain quickly. Still no answer. You tried to move as fast as you can. As soon as you left your room you hear soft voices talking somewhere downstairs so you rushed over. You took the stairs down, your body beginning to sway. "help" you whisper, not having enough energy to say it any louder. You put the first step down the stairs before you body began to lean forward. you quickly grabbed the banister holding your body upright as you descended the stairs. Your hand still on your wound, now soaking with blood.

As soon as you had descended the stairs you walk towards the noise of talking. Opening the door to see Rhysand, the girl who brought you food, Feyre, you believed she was called, and 2 men with wings. All their eyes turn towards you when you open the door. "help" you say in a whisper before you feel your body giving out. Before you fall you are caught by one of the men with wings. He looked beautiful. Yes handsome too, but beautiful was a better way to describe him. his hazel eyes find yours before they trail to your hand still putting pressure on the wound who was now completely covered in blood.

"shit, get Madja" he says to the rest. Rhysand disappears while you lay in the arms of this beautiful man. "you're gonna be okay" he says softly. "I,i-" you whisper. "shhh, you're gonna be okay" he says softly. You don't know why but you felt something, like you knew him. but you were sure you never met him before, you'd know if you did. But then again he felt....he felt like coming home. "w- who are.....you" you whisper. Before he can answer Rhysand appears with someone else you haven't seen before. "hold her still" she orders the man who's holding you. magic sparks from her hands and you feel the pain fade.

When she's done you take a deep breath. "thank you" you tell the woman. "I've taken away the infection and closed the wound. It should be fully healed by tomorrow" she tells you. "thank you" you tell her. "just take it slow today and let the magic do the work." She says before she leaves. "are you okay?" the man holding you asks you as his eyes stay on yours, a weird look in his eyes you couldn't place. Like he had the same feeling as you, like you've met before. "I'm okay" you say trying to get up. He helped you stand and only then you see how tall he was. He towered over you making you feel trapped, and then you didn't even thought about what it would be like if his wings were spread. This man looked like a god.

"come I'll show you the bathroom, so you can clean up" he says putting his hand out. You take it but it feels weird. You look down and see his scarred hands. he sees you looking and quickly let's go of your hand. You follow him to the bathroom. "here you are" he says. "what happened to your hands?" you ask him. the question been in your mind since the moment his hand touched yours. "my brothers thought it was fun to play with fire and see what oil could do" he says almost matter of factly. "I'm sorry" you say to him.

Azriel's pov

"what happened to your hands?" she asked. Not a lot of people had the nerve to ask you, yet she did. "my brothers thought it was fun to play with fire and see what oil could do" you tell her. it came out easy, like you didn't have to debate whether of not you should tell her and that was weird. Because you never told someone. Only Rhys and Cass knew, they were the only once who needed to know anyway. "I'm sorry" she says sounding genuine. "it was a long time ago" you tell her. what was it about her. you felt like you knew her, but you would certainly remember her. but yet she felt, like coming home.

"are you gonna be okay?" you asked her. god you never talked much, to anyone really, yet she seemed to just pull it out of you. "c-could you help me" she says as she struggles to unbutton her shirt, her fingers shaking, probably from the blood loss. You just stand there for a second, frozen. "it's fine if you won't, we don't know each other after all" she says. "no, I can help" you say stepping forward. you slowly open the first button of her shirt. You could smell her, cauldron she smelled good. You moved on to her second button, slowly unbuttoning her blouse. You opened the last button and helped her out of the shirt, it clung to her body because of the blood.

You grab a wash cloth and starts to clean her wound. You hear her breath hitch. "am I hurting you?" you ask her worried. "n-no I'm okay" she tells you. you wring out the washcloth when you cleaned the blood of her stomach. When you're done you look down at her. shit she was so beautiful. "w-what's your name?" she asks. "Azriel" you say shortly getting lost in her beautiful eyes. "I'm y/n" she tells you. "y/n" you repeat, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl, you though. "where you the one who brought me here?" she asked you. "yes I did, did Rhys tell you?" you ask her. "no, I just.....it just feels like I know you" she tells you. "I feel the same, though I most certainly would remember knowing you" you tell her. again you don't know why you tell her. you were not the talker. Why were you even helping her, not that you didn't want to help her but this felt too ..... intimate. A little blush colors her cheeks. "well thank you for the help Azriel" she says. Gods your name sounded so good coming from her lips. how you wished to make her scream it.

"uhm do you have something else for me to wear?" she asks you. "oh sure, I'll look if I can find something" you say, walking to you room and looking thru the closet. You grabbed a big sweater of yours, already hating to even think about her wear another mens clothes. "here" you say walking back in the bathroom. You quickly turn you back towards her when you see she got rid of her skirt too and was now standing in only her underwear. "here" you say handing her your sweater without looking at her, which was damn hard. "thanks" she said. "you can turn around now" she says softly, almost shy. You turn around and see she's only wearing your sweater which falls just above her knees. Shit that was sexy, and some sort of predator feeling rises up. Wanting to make sure no one touches her, hell it wanted to make sure no one even looked at her, when she looked like this. "let me help you to your room" you tell her and she follows you.

y/n's pov

Azriel walks with you to your room. When you open the door you look at the blood covered bed and floor. "oh well, let's get you another room for tonight" Azriel says as he walks with you to another hallway. He opens the door to another room, it's dark and there is a mysterious vibe to it. "you can sleep here tonight" he says. "who's room is this?" you ask him. "mine" he tells you. "oh no I shouldn't" you tell him, not wanting him to give his room to you. you'll survive in the other room, you just needed some fresh sheets and you'd be okay. "yes you should" Azriel says. "but what about you?" you ask him. "I'll sleep on the couch" he tells you. "Azriel" you say, gods the words sounded so good on your tongue, like you were meant for just saying his name. "fuck" Azriel breathes out before he walks up to you and kisses you deeply.

You're a little hesitant at first but fuck, it just felt......right. You fist his shirt and kiss him even deeper. He softly lays you down on the matrass. "gods I want you" he tells you as he looks into his eyes. Then his eyes turn big and you know he felt the same. "y-you're.....you are" he says to surprised to make a full sentence. "mates" you whisper. "my mate" he says smiling before he kisses you again. "my fucking mate" he says kissing you again and again.  

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