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aliidarling · 7 months ago

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i searched male manipulator music to find a song for this post LMFAOO anyways guys i dyed my hair burgundy:3 i’m in my red hair era

i need to purge my urges, shame shame shame ♡

RICK GRIMES x fem!reader

part 2

nsfw content — please scroll if uncomfortable

summary: you get taken by the CRM by total coincidence and reunite with your lover who you haven’t seen in years, only to find out he’s only a fragment of the man he used to be

tags: p in v, praise, gaslighting, toxic!rick, manipulation, i’m bad at tagging

nsfw content below !!

You were lying barely alive in a field, bleeding out from your stomach. Your eyelids were heavy as you struggled to stay conscious, not wanting to die. You had so much to live for.

Everything was a blur, the blood staining your clothes. His name echoed in your head. It had been years since you saw the man you fell in love with. Ever since that day the bridge exploded, the day you lost him.

It had been almost eight years since then.

You supposed a normal person would have moved on by now, but his face and voice still haunted you, keeping you up during late hours and not allowing you to rest.

It would only be fitting that he was the last person on your mind during your last moments. You only could hope you were one of his before the bridge took his life.

Everything started to fade slowly, your ears ringing. Your eyesight was spotty. All you wished for was to reunite with him in the afterlife.

As you finally went still, the loud noise of a helicopter nearing went unheard by you.

You had no idea what was going on. You were being carried by two large soldiers wearing all black, holding you up by your arms as your body dragged on the floor. When you awoke, you were in an infirmary, all bandaged up and feeling better.

It was like they worked magic on you. The bandages around your abdomen were the only evidence of the stab wound that was once there.

“Where the hell am I?!” You yelled, your voice almost scratchy. They ignored you and continued dragging you towards a door in the hallway.

“Listen to me you fat fucks!” A screech left you as they shoved you inside the room, slamming the door behind you. You stumbled into the room, quickly regaining your balance as you clutched your side, the aggressive treatment opening your stitches slightly.

“Jesus, what the f… Your words were trailed as you looked up and realized four people were staring at you, all of them seated in a row with one empty seat in front of them. You blinked slowly.

One of them calmly smiled at you and motioned for you to sit. You gritted your teeth, looking around the room. Soldiers were standing by the walls, guns in their hands.

You sighed and hesitantly sat down, giving them a blank look.

It had been a week since then. They explained the overall situation you were in, and how they had found you half-dead in a field and saved you. You felt a little grateful, obviously, but you couldn’t shake off the weird feeling this place gave you.

The way they didn’t let you leave no matter what you said was what freaked you out the most.

“What do you mean I can’t leave?!” You snapped, raising your voice at the tall man before you. He had introduced himself as Okafor and was one of your superiors. For the last week, you had been dragged outside by the gate, handed a sharp spear, and instructed to kill walkers without any choice in the matter.

He rolls his eyes at you and frowns, staring down at you.

“Why would you want to leave? We’re giving you a place to stay with a small fee for some labor.” He scoffs, ushering you off back towards the fence.

“You’re being brainwashed.” You grumble, reluctantly setting your spear back up and pulling your mask down.

Another few hours of just stabbing walkers in the head passes, tiring you. You’re leaning against the gate, blood all over your clothes and the jacket they supplied you with.

“Good job, rookie,” Okafor comments playfully, giving you a pat on the shoulder. You grumble and push him off.

“This place sucks ass. I just wanna go home.”

Okafor hums and shrugs at you.

“Sorry to break the news, but there’s no chance. Only one man in history has attempted to leave, and even he didn’t make it.”

This sparks your interest for a moment before you sigh and turn away.

“Am I done for the day?”

Okafor grins and immediately shakes his head, making you groan and cross your arms. You had been in the heat for half the day now, you were sweating and all you wanted to do was go home and wash all this blood off you.

“We have a commander coming to do a check-in. He’ll be here in around ten minutes, so stay put.” The words leave him smoothly, not giving you even a second to complain before he turns away and starts talking to another one of his men.

With a groan, you picked up your spear and started stabbing the walkers again. You felt like that’s all you’ve been doing recently, other than planning on how to escape this place.

A few long minutes later, you hear a name being yelled that makes your heart stop.

“Commander Grimes!” Okafor yells happily as a tall man in a tactical suit walks up to him, his back to you. Your blood ran cold as you prayed that it was some coincidence.

Even still, if it was a coincidence it would still make you feel sick. The universe always had its way of making fun of you, and now it was making you hear his name everywhere.

You stared at the man’s back, silently praying that when he turned around it would be him. Or wouldn’t. You were confused with yourself— you didn’t know if you wanted to see him alive if it meant he was working for this corrupted military.

But your heart ached, even if the cons weighed you down. You found yourself staring, walkers long forgotten.

Okafor notices you staring and frowns, turning his attention from the commander to you with a wave of his hand.

“C’mere, rookie. You gotta meet Commander Grimes.”

Oh fuck.

Your legs felt wobbly like they could buckle from underneath you at any second. With your legs working on auto drive and your mind racing at a thousand thoughts per second, you found yourself walking towards the two men.

Once you reached them, the tall man slowly turned to look at you. It felt like should have been in slow motion, but in reality, it was all going way too fast.

The commander turned to look down at you, his blue eyes and curls making you want to vomit. It was him. Of course, it was him.

His eyes were emotionless, his face completely blank. He stared at you like you were any other person. Like you weren’t the woman he shared a bed with for years. The woman who helped him raise Carl.

“Sweetheart, your mask,” Okafor comments mockfully, making you grimace. That’s probably why he’s staring at you like you were a piece of dust.

“S-Sorry, sir.” Your voice cracked slightly as you quickly pulled your mask off, your hair getting tangled slightly. You quickly brush it out of your eyes, blinking rapidly. Gulping down the nausea, you looked back up to meet Rick’s eyes.

He was frozen, his lips parted and eyes wide, not making a single noise. His back was turned to Okafor, so only you could see the expression he had. The expression of shock, realization, and recognition.

After a long moment of silence between the three of you, you held your hand up to your temple and saluted him, your fingers trembling.

“Commander Grimes.” Your voice shook as you pressed your lips together.

He stared at you for another long few seconds before nodding, so subtle you barely noticed. Everything in his body was on fire, alarms blaring and his heart pounding.

There you were. Standing in front of him. Saluting to him.

“Welcome to the CRM, consignee..” He trailed on.

You held back a laugh before muttering your name, glancing at him, the ground, and then back to Okafor.

“Am I free to go?” You said rather harshly, your fists clenching.

Okafor gave you a once-over, judging your dirty clothes stained by walker blood and messy hair from the mask. He hums before waving you off.

“Yeah, whatever, I’ll see you here at 8am tomorrow morning.” He mutters before going back into casual conversation with Rick.

As you walked away, you could feel a pair of eyes burning a hole into your back.

Just later that night, you were in your given apartment. It didn’t feel like home, like Alexandria. Your mind stayed on Judith and RJ, freaking out about whether they were alright or not.

Judith had stopped answering you a few days before you got captured. You knew a part of you was delusional for going out on a whole entire journey to find your lover when this whole time he was living luxury at the CRM. He was a commander, fuck.

What were you doing? Staying here? You needed to escape now, find Rick, and ask him what he was doing here. You wouldn’t leave without him, that was for sure.

You crawled up on your bed, hunching closer to the window. It led to a fire escape but was sealed tightly shut. For a place that says they never had anyone want to leave, they’re pretty cautious with these types of things.

Glancing at the mini kitchen, you got an idea. You grabbed one of the knives and got back on the bed and kneeled down next to the window and started to slide the knife between the slits, hoping to hear a crack or any type of noise that would alert you you’re going in the right path.

Not even mid-way through your little escape attempt, your door suddenly slammed open. You shrieked and dropped the knife, sitting up and turning towards your door.

Rick stood there, staring at you with a panicked expression. He shut the door, locked in, before turning back to you. He was wearing dark clothing still, but not tactical. Instead, he wore a button-up paired with jeans, with a leather jacket on top.

He rushed towards you and grabbed you, cupping your face with shaky hands and trembling lips. You immediately leaned back into him with the same expression, happy to finally be with him, and happy he still cared for you.

“You- you— why—“ He furrowed his brows as he patted you down in a panic, not believing the fact you sat before him. His hands were shaky as he cupped your face again and leaned down towards you, scanning every detail on your face.

“Rick, Rick— is it really you?” You gasped softly, sitting up further and pulling him in by wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He places one hand on the back of your neck while his other stays on your back, pushing you into him.

“It’s me, baby, swear. S’me.” He soothingly brushes his fingers through your hair before gently placing his other hand on your chin. His thumb picks at your bottom lip.

“What are ya’ doing here, sweetie? How’d ya’ find me?” His voice was soft and gentle, lowered. His thumb gently pulls your lip down before leaning his down. He breaths onto your lips.

“I-I— I’ve been, I’ve been looking. I swear. Almost died and CRM took me.” You muttered shakily. Rick frowns and massages the back of your head gently.

“You almost died?” He mumbled and gently pressed a kiss to your forehead. You whined softly, wanting nothing more then his lips on yours. Your hands clawed at his jacket. He giggles and pushes you down onto your bed, crawling over you and pressing your body down with his.

“You’re okay, now, right? Good girl, keep being good for me.” You nod in response as he kisses your neck, your eyes fluttering shut as your hands gently tug at his hair.

“Missed you.” You whimper into his ear, a soft moan leaving you as he nuzzles his beard into your sensitive flesh. His hips grind down on yours, the two of you desperate for each other.

“God, can’t even describe how much I missed ya’, gonna fuck you so good.” He almost whines. His hands come down by your sides and grab at you. He presses his lips against you hard.

A muffled moan leaves you as he sits up over you slightly. He pushes one of his knees between your legs and puts pressure against your core, his hand going to your shirt.

“I’m not gonna let you leave this time, kay’?” His eyes darkened as he said this, making you shiver. With a hesitant nod, Rick starts to pull your shirt off. Once you were topless underneath him, his lips pressed gentle kisses against every inch of your torso.

His breath brushed against your breasts. Your bra was the only thing separating him from your breasts. Without another second to spare, he reaches behind you to unclasp your bra.

This was all going so fast.

“Wait— Rick,” You whine softly, trying to sit up. He shushes you, cupping your breasts and pushing you back down, colluding his lips with your neck.

“Haven’t seen you in eight years, sweetheart. Nothing you do can get me off you.” He chuckles darkly, nuzzling his scratchy beard against your sensitive throat before pulling away and lowering his predatory gaze to your breasts.

A small moan left your lips as his hands started to massage your breasts, his warm palms gliding over your chest. Your nipples hardened, making him chuckle. He leans down, tweaking one of them with his finger and gently taking the other in his mouth.

Your eyes flutter as you find yourself being pleasured by the man you’ve been dreaming of for years— your body being treated like a vase. He was so gentle and soft with you, kissing every inch he could reach. His hands were soothing as they caressed you.

It still felt odd though. Something about his dark gaze and his possessive words had you shivering under him, looking up at his eyes. The new scars on his body had you wondering what he went through.

He was holding you close to his chest, hugging you tightly and humming soft little praises into your ear. His cock was buried deep inside you, your walls fitting him like a vise. He moaned into your ear, holding you so tightly you wouldn’t be surprised if you ended up with bruises.

His hips rocked smoothly, pushing himself deeper and deeper, wanting all you could offer. He wanted every inch of you and never wanted to let go.

“Good girl, so good for me, pussy so tight around me,“ He groans into your ear. His voice was raspy as his hands tightened around you, one on the back of your neck and gripping it. He held your face towards him so he could lean down to give you kisses whenever he wanted.

His other hand went down to work at your clit, humming approvingly as you clenched down at the pressure and let out an adorable little mewl under him.

“Wanna cum? Hmm?” He coos, gently rubbing your sensitive spot, leaning closer, and nuzzling into your neck. His thrusts get harder.

“P-Please, Rick, love you so much—“ You choke out, grabbing at him to steady yourself as he batters your insides. Your toes curled as your eyes rolled back, broken whines leaving your throat.

“Oh, oh, oh God— p-please! I’ve been so good..” You cried out into his ear as your words started to slur together. Your lips were quivering as he kept slamming his cock into your tight hole over and over again, sending you right over the edge.

“Yeah, you gonna cum? Mmm, good girl, just like that,” He whispers softly as he pounds into you more as you spasm around him. He feels your little cunt go tight around him and let out your juices. He grunts at the feeling, burying himself as deep as he could as he closes his eyes and leans his head back, relishing in the feeling of cumming inside you for the first time in eight heat.

“Yeah, sweet little baby. So good for me.” He groans as he fucks you gently through your orgasm, listening to your shaky moans and cries as your release keeps getting dragged on and on, more cum leaking out from your hole.

With a shaky sigh, he makes sure he has completely milked you out before slowly pulling out, small squelching sounds filling the silence. Your breaths were shaky, and so were his, both of you exhausted after the passionate love-making session.

“Rick..” You mumble tiredly, looking over at him. You lay limp on the bed, your pussy a mess with both your cums dripping out.

He smiles and looks over, now standing up and reaching for his boxers. He leans over you and pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead, his thumb squishing your cheeks together.

“I’ll clean you up, kay? Gimme a sec, hun.” He says sweetly before pulling away once again and walking off to your bathroom.

A few minutes later the two of you laid in your shitty bed together, the mess between your thighs cleaned up. You were currently receiving a back massage from him, oddly enough. You laid on your belly as his large hands worked on your back muscles.

He stared down at you, admiring every little change in your body. He wished he was there for you all those years he wasn’t.

“What happened?” You asked softly, peering at him from over your shoulder. You felt him press his thumb down on a knot in your shoulder, making you whine softly.

“…You want me to start from the start?” He chuckles dryly. You give a hesitant nod.

“…Anne found me.. half dead on the riverbank. She was working with the CRM and turned me in, saved my life.” He spoke with a small hint of gratitude in his words, masked by his deadpan tone.

You continued to lay there silently, enjoying the back massage but still wanting him to explain everything. Was that all he was gonna say?

“..And? Did they— did they force you to stay? Did they hurt you?” You stuttered, wanting some type of explanation why he never came back. You wouldn’t be able to handle it if you found out he had willingly stayed here for eight years.

He was silent for a moment, his palm pressing down on your shoulder blades and rubbing in small circles. His eyes gaze down at you, wondering what to say to make himself not sound like the bad guy.

“No.” He mutters after a moment.

You felt like your entire world had shattered again, like he was being ripped from your arms like that day on the bridge.

“Why didn’t you try to come back?” Your voice cracked, making him realize he had screwed up. He hesitates on what to do before quickly pulling you into his arms, rubbing your back gently, and nuzzling your face into his chest.

“I did, sweetheart, promise. Tried a few times, but they stopped me. Made me realize what this place was. It’s life-changing, baby, you gotta give it a chance. I want you to stay here with me, kay? For me? Please, you gotta do it. If you loved me you’d stay, wouldn’t you?” He whispers soothingly, his words like daggers as he holds you tighter with every passing second.

“W-What? Rick? No— I can’t—“ You attempted to pull away, making him growl and push you down on the bed, crawling over you and planting his arms on each side of you.

“No, you gotta listen to me.” He says firmly, his eyes dark. Who was this man? Why was he treating you like this? The Rick you knew would never speak to you like this.

“Rick—"

He shushes you.

“You’re staying here with me, got it? It’s safe here. You’ll be safe. Don’t you wanna stay with me? Don’t you want tonight to happen over and over again?” He whispers, his dark tone turning into a sickeningly sweet one, his hand coming to cup your cheek and gently caress your skin.

“I can't, Rick. What about A-Alexandria? Judith? Maggie and Daryl— they’re all— you need to come home! This place isn’t good, good for you, good for us.” You attempt to plead.

Your words fall on deaf ears as he shushes you again, the dark look in his eyes coming back. He stares down at you in an almost offended manner.

“Are you trying to manipulate me?” He scoffs, sitting up and giving you a disgusted look. You freeze, quickly sitting up and attempting to reach for him. He clicks his tongue and pushes you away.

“I cant believe you sweetheart, just got me back, and is already trying to fall for your words. I thought you loved me?” He whispers slowly, glaring at you with narrowed eyes.

Your heart stops as his words settle in your throat, your eyes wide. Panic overtakes you as you quickly pull him back in and hug him tightly, trembling now.

“N-No, no, I swear— I wasn’t, I’m sorry, I’m sorry Rick, please don’t leave me.” Your words are small and fearful, fearful of him leaving you after you just found him.

His eyes soften as he keeps the sick grin from overtaking his face, his hands going to gently cradle you in his chest. He hums sweetly, rubbing your head.

“It’s okay, I know you’re just a lil’ confused. I’ve gotcha, sweetheart. I love you, okay? I’ll keep you safe and sound, just gotta stay here with me, can you do that? For me?”

“Y-Yea— yes, yes, anything for you.” You stammer, curling into his arms with watery eyes and shaky limbs. You didn’t want him to leave you, not again.

“Good girl. Knew you’d snap back to reality.” He chuckles dryly. His large hands hold you close to him, humming gently into your ear and rocking your small body.

The two of you lay there for a long time until you were asleep and gently snoring, and he was staring down at your vulnerable form, thinking.

You weren’t gonna go anywhere, and he’d make sure of that. He had searched for you for too long to let you slip away now, he’d rather die than watch you leave. He just needs to find a way to get Judith here, and you’ll all be the happy family you once were.

He’d make sure you had nowhere to go, even if it meant hurting you and twisting your sight on the world.

lmk if u want a part 2? idk what i could make happen but there's def potential

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sarawritestories · 9 months ago

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Unwavering Presence Chapter 6

Cassian X Archeron Sister (Reader)

Summary: Feyre is in the Night Court and Y/N is trying to overcome the lingering guilt she feels as Cassian leaves for a week. Tensions between the Archeron twins comes to a boiling point where Feyre decides that she wants to take part in the court and meet the inner Circle.

Content warnings: Past trauma ,sibling arguments,

A/N: I am blown away by the love you guys have shown this series and I appreciate every comment, like and reblog. It seriously means more than you know! I have so much planned and plotted out for this I hope you guys are ready!

I made a playlist for this series if you're interested in listening while reading these are just songs that help me write/reminds me of Cassian and Reader

Masterlist Chapter 5

I woke up and I was the only one in the chair with a blanket wrapped snugly around me. I turned to see Rhys resting his hand on his head, his eyes closed. I sat up and stretched and when I looked over to the bed I gasped as eyes like my own stared back at me. “Feyre.” I whispered.

Rhys stirred and looked over to us, “Good Morning,” Feyre was about to talk but began coughing and Rhys was quick to produce a glass of water in his hand and pass it to Feyre, “Drink. You’ve been out for a few days.” She nodded to him in thanks and took a long drink from the glass.

She looked over at me and pursed her lips, “You’re alive.” I nodded words lost to me. “How long have you been here?”

I wrung my hands together nervously, ‘Since Tamlin forced me out.” I said through gritted teeth.

Feyre nodded her head as if digesting how long I’ve been here. “You abandoned me.” She whispered and it felt as if my heart shattered. “You just left me alone. Tamlin told me you died!”

I crossed my arms and leaned back into the armchair. “Right because he had been a picture of pleasantries and kindness to me since that day, he fucking took us away.”

Fury shone in my sister’s eyes, “Yet you could have come back, you could have found me. Instead, you left me alone, didn’t even try to let me know you were okay to see if I was okay!” I flinched guilt swirling in my gut.

“You make it sound like I did it on purpose.” I whispered, “Like I wasn’t attacked in the woods compliments of your priestess pal who left me to die.” Feyre’s eyes widened as I rose from my chair. “Tamlin sent a very clear message of his disdain for me.” I walked to the door ignoring Rhys’ attempt to speak to me in my mind. I opened the door and looked back at her; tears were streaming down her face. “I’m sorry, I failed you a second time, Feyre.” Out of the corner of my eyes I saw sadness flash in Rhys’ face, and I shut the door and walked away.

My feet led me to the dining hall my ears ringing, I didn’t even register where I was until a familiar voice called to me, “Y/N?” I looked up to see Cassian walking in from the balcony, he was wearing his leathers, his siphons gleaming on display.

I swallowed the tightness in my throat, and tried to give him a smile, “Going somewhere?”

Cassian’s brows furrowed concern laced on his features, but he nodded, “I need to go out to the Illyrian camps and make sure my soldiers are up to my standards.”

“And you were going to leave without saying goodbye, Old Man?”

Cassian’s wings twitched as his eyes widened. “Old man?”

I jokingly pressed a palm to my forehead, “Oh I’m sorry, I meant Old Male? Better?”

The General crossed his arms looking at the floor and muttered, “I’d prefer it if Old was dropped all together,” He looked back at me his features softening at me as I grinned back at him. “Do you think I’m old?”

“Cassian, you’re over 500 years old. By human standards you’re ancient. Though I think you’ve just begun your life in terms of the fae so no I don’t think you’re old. However, I will be calling you old just to get under your skin.”

He rolled his eyes, and they go vacant briefly when he comes back to, he walked up to me and wrapped his arms around me. He held me tightly and pressed his hand to the back of my head pressing my cheek against his chest, leather, and sandalwood grounding me, “It’s not your fault, Princess.” He pulls away and cups cheeks.

Avoiding his comment I whispered, “I’ll miss you,” I wrapped my hands around his rubbing small circles with my thumbs.

Cassian pulls my face closer to our breaths intermingling, “I’ll be home as soon as soon as I can,” He pressed his warm soft lips on my forehead and my eyes fluttered shut. Too quickly he pulled away and lowered our hands from my face. I laced my fingers with his and we walked out to the balcony. Cassian flared his wings, the sun highlighting the dark red hues and membrane on his wings. He turned to me and gave me a playful wink “Safe travels, General, wouldn’t want you to hurt your brittle old bones.” He laughed, flicked my nose, and launched into the air.

I leaned on the balcony railing watching him take to the skies in awe and tilted my head when he paused and turned to me, I gave him a smile, knowing he probably couldn’t see me and waved at him. He lifted his hand in response and turned and headed out, I stayed out there until he was out of my line of sight and headed into the dining room. Only to be met with a second pair of Hazel eyes. “So, Cassian’s pretty cute,” He joked throwing the line I said to him a few nights before.

Heat flared in my cheeks, “Busy body.”

Azriel just pointed his thumbs at himself, “Spymaster.”

“So, a professional busybody.” Az laughed clutching his stomach. “I liked it better when you were quiet, Shadowsinger.”

Azriel nudged me with his shoulder, “No you don’t.”

I pat the top of his head and the shadowsinger grumbled, “You’re right, I don’t.” I looked to the doors as if I could see Feyre all the way from here. “Where are you off to?” I asked and Azriel’s face showed no indication of his feelings, but his eyes held a glimpse of sadness there.

His shadows danced around his neck and a few strayed from him and swirled and weaved around my legs. The cool kiss of their touch a great reprieve to my heated skin. “I have the day off I was going to go into the city for a bit to have lunch with Mor. I’d figured I’d see if you want to train?”

“Yes, please, I can’t go back into that room. Not yet anyway.”

Azriel nods his head to the door, “Go get changed we’ll work on wielding weapons.” I smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek and ran to my room to change into my leathers. I braided my hair into a crown and walked to my door. Opening it I was shocked to see Rhys on the other side arm raised to knock. I’m pretty sure Rhys expression matched my own as he lowered his hand tucking it in his pocket. “You, okay?”

I leaned against the door frame, “Truthfully?” He nodded, “No, I’m not. She thinks I ran away and abandoned her. Thanks to Tamlin and Ianthe and their pretty little lies.” I swallowed the tears, “The way she looked at me, Rhys. It hurt.” Rhys sighed and I could see the exhaustion in his features and taking over his body. “When was the last time you slept?”

He waved me off, “Don’t deflect.”

I crossed my arms, “I’m not deflecting. I answered your question, and I am asking a simple question in regards to the wellbeing of my friend.”

Light sparked into his violet eyes, “We’re friends?”

“Now who’s deflecting?” I cup my hand on his cheek, “You need to sleep, Rhys. She’ll be fine, give her some time alone to process everything.”

Rhys placed his hand on top of mine, “You’re a good sister you know that right?”

“There have been many moments where Feyre would disagree with you.” My mind trailed off to Under the Mountain.

I twisted the goblet in my hand, another night another party that Feyre and I are the full spectacle of in matching outfits. If you could call the see through material that barely covered my breast and my ass an outfit. Feyre had swirls that matched her tattoo throughout her whole body and the same markings swirled on my skin. I remained close to my sister when Tamlin approached Feyre. I averted my gaze to give them privacy.

My eyes scanned across the room looking out for Rhysand and before I could look back to my sister and Tamlin was walking away from her. Feyre whispered in my ear, “Cover for me, Tamlin wants to meet with me for a moment.”

Relief washed over my chest, “Is he going to get you out?” I whispered so low it in her ear. “Feyre, he has to get you out.” I had her face me so she could understand.

Feyre rolled her eyes, “I’ll be fine.” And before I had the opportunity to argue further, she left. I scowled quietly as I watched her walk away and saw the High Lord of the Spring trail after her.

I glared at the door they went behind, hoping that I could him to get her out. A hand fell on the small of my back causing me to jump and Rhys’ voice was against my ear, “Just me.” He removed his hand, and he looked over to where Feyre and Tamlin ran off to and his jaw tightened. The only indication on his calm demeanor that told me he was upset. “Where is Feyre, Y/N?”

I quirked my brow, “I think we both know, you know exactly where she is, High Lord.” There was a pause, and for whatever reason I asked in a hushed tone, “He isn’t going to get her out, is he?”

“No, he isn’t.” Dread took over. I looked down at the goblet contemplating drinking the fae wine and forget my inhibitions, fueled by the anger and disappointment of not only the blonde haired green eyed high lord and my foolish love-sick sister. “You’ve been avoiding it this long, don’t start because you’re angry. That could lead you down a dark rabbit hole.” He grabs the goblet from my hand and drinks the contents, “Stay close to Lucien.” He hands me the empty cup.

“Where are you going?”

Rhys voice floats in my mind, “To fix this.”

Rhys squeezed my hand bringing me back, “That wasn’t your fault either.” I curse under my breath and rebuild my shields. “Tamlin has made a mess of things time and again. It’s going to catch up with him in the end.”

I nod lowering my hand that he is still gripping, “I should go Azriel is waiting for me to start training.” Rhys nods and moves out of the way, releasing my hand. “Go to sleep, High Lord. You’ll need your strength if you’re going to need with your Feyre Darling.” I heard his chuckle as I left to go find Azriel.

Azriel was in the training ring on the roof his arms crossed, “You’re late.”

I lowered my gaze, “Sorry, I ran into Rhysand.” I met his piercing gaze, “Don’t suppose you’ll go easy on me for it.”

Amusement graced his features, and his lips quirked upward, “Not a chance. Pushups, now.” I groaned, “Keep it up Archeron, and I’m going to double how many you must do. Give me thirty.” The morning sun caused sweat to drip down my brow on the first ten pushups. My arms were already shaking by the twentieth pushup, “I am going to have to kick Cassian’s ass for his lack of core training with you.” I was able to finish the pushups and slowly stood up my arms and legs shaking.

Azriel made his way over to weapons, “You have a preference on weapon?”

I shrugged, “I only had access to a dagger, I don’t know anything else.” I followed him, and looked at the table, there were a few daggers, two longswords and a bow and arrow. The weapon reminded me of Feyre, “I have no interest in archery.” I murmured biting the inside of my cheek as a fresh wave of guilt that washed over me.

Azriel didn’t look over at me and simply said, “Noted.” He grabbed the dagger and handed it to me. “Show me what you can do with this.”

I walked over to the center of the training ring dummy that was on the other side and grabbed the tip of the dagger took in a deep breath as I raised my arm and, on the exhale, threw the dagger as it hit right in the chest of the dummy. I turned to Azriel’s face was unreadable, “What?”

Azriel shook his head, “Just not what I was expecting, you did this when you hunted in the human lands? You ever worried about missing?”

I gave him a wink, “I never miss, Shadowsinger.”

He grabbed a dagger from his belt, not as ornate as his other one that he always kept within his reach “Prove it.” So, we spent the rest of the hour throwing the daggers splinters from the wooden dummy everywhere. “I’m impressed, you have quite the arm Y/N. Who taught you how to throw?”

“I taught myself.” Azriel quirked a brow, “My dad was attacked by some creditors. Nesta and Elain remained hidden in our room, Feyre was begging them to stop. After they shattered his leg, I knew I needed to take action. I took a knife one of the few things we were able to keep, and I threw it and one of them collapsed to the floor. I didn’t even understand that I had killed him. Until the other guys looked at me with pure horror on their faces. They fled right after that. But the damage was done my father’s leg was destroyed and 4 sisters carried out a dead body to the forest to be eaten by the creatures that lurked there.”

“Turns out fae and human are more alike than people think at least in their cruelty.” Az said in response, no judgement, no pity, just stating a fact.

“Their kindness too, Az.” He gave a nod, “Would you mind taking me to the town house?”

“You don’t want to stay here? Close to Feyre.” Again, there was no judgement in his tone simply asking a question.

“Not today. Plus, most of my clothes are in the town house anyway and my journal.” I left out the part about Cassian gifting that to me.

“Sure, do you want to go now?” I nodded and he held out his hand which I graciously took my hand, and his shadows consumed us, and we were in front of the town house.

I looked at him, “That’s a neat trick,” A shadow slithers up to her hand and she coos at it, “Is there anything you little guys can’t do.”

Azriel made a face, “They are shadows not, puppies.”

The shadow kisses my cheek and wraps around my hair before slinking back toward its master, “I think they liked it.”

Az groaned, “They did.” I couldn’t contain my laughter. “You going to be, okay?” Rhys was kind of worried about you.” He paused, “Cassian had fought Rhys to stay. He had to pull rank.”

“He shouldn’t have abandoned his duties to help me. He doesn’t even know me very well.” I shrugged.

Azriel smiled, “Cassian has a big heart, when he sees someone is hurting, he will do anything in his power to make them feel better. I do know he enjoys your company and cares about you.”

Heat rose in my cheeks at Azriel’s words. “Well hopefully he doesn’t have to stay wherever he is at for too long. I find that I enjoy his company too.” He smiled, “Have a nice lunch Az. I’ll talk to you later.” He waved and his shadows consumed him, and he was gone. It made my way inside and ran to my room and began writing in my journal pouring out my emotions from the last few days.

A few days had gone by, and Az has continued teaching me how to hone my skills in throwing daggers along with sparring with a long sword. I spent my afternoons writing and despite Rhys’ efforts avoiding my sister. It was about a day and a half before Rhys and her came into the town house, and I just kept to myself. I kept to my room and wrote in my journal the words were flowing through me and I felt this wave of creativity. I wasn’t writing stories but just getting words on paper was a start.

The week’s end approached and there was a knock on my door as I was sitting in my bed reading a book. “Come in.” Rhys stepped in and I gave him a smile, “How is she?”

He gave me a warm smile, “Good, she wants to meet the Inner Circle. Wants to work with us.” I nodded, “So we’re having dinner tonight.”

“Okay. Have fun.” I murmured flipping the page. The book was ripped from my hand and disappeared, “Rhysand!” He walked to my closet and picked up the new gown that Mor insisted I buy weeks ago and dropped it on my bed.

“Get changed, get ready, we’re leaving at the top of the hour.” He crossed his arms and stared at the floor, “She’s been asking about you and you’ve been blocking me out. Just try, okay?” I nodded and he comes up and kisses my forehead, “Good,” he gave my arm a comforting squeeze, “Oh, did I mention, Cassian is home.” My head perked up and he had a knowing smirk on his face. “He was wondering where you were and why you weren’t in the House of Wind.” He flicked my nose, and I swatted his hand. “Get dressed.” And he walked out.

Cassian’s POV

It was an agonizingly long week Devlon was fighting me on every order and had a comeback for every word I said. Knowing that I was going to come home and get to spend some time with Y/N. Leaving her when she looked so devastated and Rhys sharing the argument between the twins in my mind set my blood boiling. I had to remember that Feyre was also hurting but it still didn’t make it alright for making Y/N feel guilty for something Tamlin fucking did.

The days blurred together but then I was on the balcony of the House of Wind and the air felt stale and I looked for anyone. My wings slumped a little bit I was hoping to see Y/N. I felt familiar claws against my shields, and I let them down.

Welcome home brother, Rhys’s voice flooded my brain.

I walked into my room and began to take off my leathers, Thanks, where is everyone?”

Azriel is wandering around the city for something, Mor is coming back from the Court of Nightmares and the twins are in the townhome with me. Everyone is coming out there to the House of Wind for Dinner.

Have the two of them made any headway?

No, they haven’t, Y/N has kept to herself except for training with Azriel. I am about to drag her out for dinner. I just wanted to welcome you home.

Thanks, I’ll see you soon.

***

I walked into the dining room and was greeted by a bubbly blonde, “How was Windhaven?”

I snorted, “Shitty,” I wrapped my arms around her, “How was the Court of Nightmares?”

Mor chuckled, “Shitty.” There was a brief pause before the two of us chuckled and took our seats. Amren sat a goblet in her hand. “How are you, Amren,” Mor gave her a smile.

Amren quirked a brow, “Ready to get this over with.”

“Come on, Little one, you don’t want to meet Feyre Cursebreaker see what she’s all about?” I countered she just scoffed and sipped her goblet.

Thunderous wings announced my brother’s presence both Rhys and Azriel had a sister and something in my chest eased to seeing Y/N. Rhys led a woman who looked so like her sister she was in a dark blue gown, and she looked beautiful. My eyes gazed over to my brother who was helping take off Y/N’s cloak and I swore the room was void of air. Y/N was in a light blue gown shimmering with sparkles looking like water on the sunset with thin straps and a slit started at the middle of her thigh that showcased her now toned thigh. Her hair was pinned to one side soft curls falling to her full chest.

Rhys slipped into my mind, Brother, close your mouth you’re drooling.

I shook my head and subconsciously wiped my mouth and looked over to Az who gave me a knowing wink before kissing the top of Mor’s head in greeting. I could feel eyes on me, and I turned my gaze back to Y/N her smile almost made me fall to my knees. And before I knew it she was sprinting toward me, I grinned back at her and opened my arms right as she hopped into my arms and wrapped her arms around my neck. “You’re home.”

I squeezed her tightly and took in her scent of Jasmine and vanilla. “I missed you too, Princess.”

There was a cough, and I opened my eyes to meet Rhys’ and I place her down and I whispered in her ear, “You look beautiful tonight.” A blush crept up on her cheeks as the grin never left her face. I led her to one of the seats in between Azriel and myself.

Rhys looked over to Feyre who did not leave the balcony, I decided I should break her tension, “Come on Feyre, we don’t bite, Unless you ask us to.” There was slap of the back of my head and saw Az giving me a pointed look and Y/N trying hard not to laugh.

“Cassian, no one has taken you up on that offer.” Rhys countered as he had his hand on Feyre’s back, she gave me a small smile and I nodded my head and gave her a wink. “The loud one over there is Cassian, Azriel on your sister’s left, you obviously know Mor and Amren, my second in command.” Rhys led her to the table and food appeared.

“So, you took down a Middengard Wyrm, pretty impressive, Feyre.” I said piling food to my plate, Y/n tensed beside me, and Feyre looked to her plate.

“No I didn’t.” Feyre murmured her eyes looming over her twin, “That was Y/N.”

I turn to the human woman beside me, “Why didn’t you say anything?” I asked.

She simply shrugged. “You didn’t ask, it wasn’t worth talking about.” She focused on her food.

Rhys kicked my foot under the table and gave me a pointed glare. Again another few moments went by and Rhys filled the silence with what he would require of Feyre if she were to join the Night Court and fully leave the Spring Court.

Feyre is nodding along, and Y/N had been picking at her food. I bumped my knee against hers, “Are you okay?”

She looked up at me and she smiled, “Yeah I’m great.” She leaned up to my ear and I tried to tamper my excitement of her chest pressing against my arm, “I missed you, General.”

I met her eyes and noticed her pupils were blown, “Likewise, Princess.”

“What did you do to my sister?” Feyre blurted, “What spell do you have her under?”

Y/N blinked, and her head slowly turned to her twin, “Excuse me?”

“I’ve never seen you this way, you were so cold in the Spring court and the human lands, surely, they have some type of hold on you that you are so comfortable with them. Rhys is capable-“

Y/N slammed her hands on the table and rose from her seat, her dress pooling on the floor, a true vision with rage contorting her beautiful face. “Don’t. Just don’t.” She points to Rhys, “Rhysand, offered me a bargain tattoo as a way of communicating with him in case I needed him when I was in the Spring Court. And has made sure I have been comfortable since being here.” She points to Mor, “Mor, has been a friend and a confidant and welcomed me with open arms.” She points to me and Azriel, “And these two, saved my life from the Naga when your precious High Lord left me out to rot. Everyone has been training me to fight, to strengthen my mental shield, and to read and write. Something that they are still willing to help with you if you choose to take it to give you back control.” Her hand finds mine and links her pinky around mind and my chest hummed with warmth, “You may not trust Rhysand or his friends. You don’t have to like them if you don’t want. However, by while you’re here under Rhys’s protection you will show him and his family some fucking respect, when they provided you aid, because Tamlin failed to.” Feyre balled her fist, and I could see her clench her jaw. Though Rhys had a look of shock on his face his cool mask melted away. Azriel tensed but not because he was uncomfortable it was because he was fighting back tears and Mor gave her a small smile sipping her eye. I could not help the pride swelling in my chest. The selfless, generous woman just defended my family against her own and I focus back on my plate ignoring the erratic beat of my heart.

It was Amren who chuckled low that spoke, “Oh how, I like you, Girl.”

The rest of the dinner was sat in silence, but Y/N’s pinky never unhooked from mine.

Chapter 7

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oracle-of-dream · 9 months ago

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Under Pressure

Summary: Jake is at a party with the rest of Enhypen. The boys are all looking for their partner for the night, but Jake feels hesitant to find someone. So the boys take it upon themselves to set someone up with Jake, to help him get there….

Notes: Enhpyen Vampires, Male Reader, Reference to Drunk Dazed timeline, idk what else

Wordcount: 3.6k

The night was cold and dark beside the street lamps that kept the street lit. You recheck your phone. It glowed the time, 9 PM, the time you were supposed to meet at this bus stop to ride out to the party.

You received an invitation hidden in your mail last week. A charcoal black envelope that read,

An Invitation To Our Bloody Birthday Party

And inside was the card with a neatly typed message.

You're invited to our bloody birthday party.

Sometimes, walking down the deadly path

Without fleeing from death itself

Can give rise to the most wondrous creation

We hope you will be able to come

The back of the card left instructions on where to find the transit bus to take you to the party. According to Google, it was some old mansion you hadn't seen before.

You didn’t want to go, but your friends got the same invitation. After being invited to the same party, the group decided you'd all go together. Even though the party felt strange and shady, your friends managed to coax you out of the house that night.

You texted your group chat, "Are you guys there already?"

You stared at your phone, waiting for a reply. Then you heard a soft honk in front of you. A bus was waiting with the door open.

"Are you getting on?" The driver asked.

You nodded and scrambled awkwardly into the bus. Other than the driver and you, it was empty. You took a seat toward the back, near a window, and put in your headphones. You played the first song in your playlist as you tried to distract yourself from the feeling of dread that hung on your shoulders. The bus ride was about twenty minutes, and you checked your phone every few minutes to check your messages.

Nothing, still.

They must be having such a good time that they're not looking at their phones.

The bus stopped down the street of a large house with music and red lights pouring out. You stepped off the bus, and it pulled away– the darkness of the lightless street taking over you. The only lights came from the single overhead lamp from the bus stop and the eerie red house.

You stepped into the darkness, along the sidewalk, toward the house. It was suffocating. Even the flashlight on your phone didn't make you feel any safer. And the sounds of wolves howling through the night in the distance make you almost break into a sprint.

Once you reached the house, you could see inside from the front door left ajar. It was full of people: dancing, drinking, laughing, and screaming people.

"The party is more fun on the inside, you know?" A voice tickled inside of your ear.

You turned around to see a handsome man in front of you with black hair and a sharp look in his eye. Judging from his taste in jewelry, he came from some serious money: Prada, YXL, and Louis Vuitton from head to toe.

He nodded to you, "You alright? Need something to drink?"

You shook your head. "I'm just trying to find my friends! They got here before me."

"Oh, I get you. I can help you look for your friends if you'd like. It's a big house. You can get lost pretty easily there," He smiled, his white teeth shining in the red light. "I'm Jay, by the way."

"Hi Jay, I'm y/n..."

He didn't hesitate to continue talking to you, "So, you have your invite? We can't just let anyone walk in."

"You're the bouncer?"

He laughed, "Not exactly. It's just my turn to watch the door. My brothers are inside enjoying the party, and it'll be my turn to enjoy it soon."

"You're brothers?"

"Yeah. It's my birthday tonight."

You let your jaw drop, "I-I didn't realize it was your birthday! Happy Birthday!" You awkwardly slapped his shoulder, trying to play it cool.

"Thanks. Why don't you go in and find your friends? If you see my brothers, tell them that Jake's gift is hidden somewhere in the house."

You nodded. You wanted to ask what Jay’s brothers looked like, but you couldn't help but feel that talking to him wasn't the best move. His eyes got sharp as if he wasn't looking at you but looking through you– listening very closely to something.

"Go on now. I've gotta greet some more guests soon," He said through gritted teeth.

You moved inside, worming through people and trying not to bump into anyone. Your friends were nowhere in sight. The air inside was foggy, like from a machine, but tasted sweet like strawberries. The lights made your eyes hurt at first, but it eventually passed. You ended up in a kitchen, one of the few quieter rooms in the house. Inside was a boy with platinum blonde hair holding a cup of red liquid.

"Oh? Someone lost?" He asked as he turned to face you. His eyes gave you the impression he knew something you didn't, and he wore a smirk on his face while speaking.

"Yeah. I was just looking for my friends," You replied.

"It's a big house. You should be careful you don’t get lost. Everyone is toward the living room and dining room. And, you can check the second floor, but you may walk in on some people enjoying the party," He giggled when he mentioned walking in on people.

"Oh yeah... that's no good," You were stiff with him. He was gorgeous, and you didn't know how to speak to him.

"You, okay? Need a drink to loosen up?" He held out his drink.

Shaking your head, "No, thank you. I like pouring my drinks for safety and everything."

He took a sip of it and offered it again. "See? Perfectly safe. So try some!" He pushed the drink closer to your hand. Somehow, the closer he got, the prettier too.

"O-Okay... One sip wouldn't hurt," You took a sip of the red drink. It tasted like strawberries mixed with club soda, but the carbonation was strong– and made you choke. "What's this again?"

He laughed at you, "It's just strawberry Fanta. Nothing special."

You stifle a cough to try and compose yourself, "Um, I'm y/n."

The man took another minute to calm down before replying, "Sunoo. It's my birthday today!"

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, "No way! Someone at the front door told me it was their birthday! Weird coincidence."

Sunoo tilted his head, "The door? You mean Jay, right?"

You nodded.

"He's my brother! My brothers and I celebrate our birthdays together, so today's all of our birthdays."

You feigned understanding of their weird birthday habit. "So, how many brothers do you have?"

"There are seven of us total."

"Seven–" Your eyes widened slightly.

Sunoo giggled at your reaction, "Yes. Me, Jay, Sunghoon, Heeseung, Ni-ki, Jungwon, and Jake."

The last name rang out in your ears, remembering Jay's words. "Oh! Then, I was supposed to tell you that Jake's gift is hidden somewhere in the house."

Sunoo raised his eyebrow, looking you up and down, "Oh really? Did Jay give any hints on what it looks like?"

You shook your head, "Nope. Jay must want Jake to go on a scavenger hunt or something?"

He nodded in understanding, "Then I should go tell my brothers so they can get Jake to start looking. Good luck with finding your friends!" Sunoo waved goodbye as he walked out of the kitchen, leaving you alone with the thumping bass of the speakers keeping you company.

There were no new messages from your friends. You sent them another text, mentioning you're looking for them before you leave the kitchen.

Heading towards another open area, you spotted someone who looked familiar across the room. In a rush to catch them, you stumbled on something and bumped into someone. Looking up at the person you bumped into, there was a huge red stain on his white shirt. The man's face spelled irritation. He was tall, had dark hair, and his skin was white like snow.

"Can you watch it!? Are you drunk?" He pushed you off him before storming down a hallway.

You dusted yourself off and stood up. Looking back to where you saw the familiar figure– the figure was gone. You frantically scanned the room, searching, until you saw the figure walking upstairs. You rushed to follow it up the stairs– moving through the living room. You saw a guy with brown hair and cat-like eyes watching you as you ran by. Something about him felt off, but you couldn't place it and didn't have time to stop.

Upstairs, you found a hallway full of closed doors. You couldn't see the figure anywhere, but you were sure they'd gone this way. You approached one door and put your ear up to it. It was hard to hear the music, but you could faintly hear moaning from the other side. You moved onto the next door, which was silent. You carefully turned the knob and started to push open the door. Before you could open it completely, you felt a hand on your shoulder that pulled you around. A man with black hair and a striped black and white shirt stood before you, red liquid dripping from his mouth.

"Hey there, pretty boy. What are you doing sneaking around up here?"

He boxed you in, he had you pinned against the door, and his grip was like metal. "I–I didn't know I wasn't allowed up here, I swear!"

He chuckled, "Nonsense! It's a party. Nowhere's off limits!" He pulled you closer, "Do you wanna enjoy the party with me–how about in there?" His eyes pointed to the door you were leaning on.

"I'm just looking for my friend. I'm kind of–"

"Lost?" He cut you off. "Please don't say lost..." His voice was still deep and sultry, but you could hear a soft tone of hurt behind those last words.

"Not exactly. Just turned around."

His mood brightened as he focused back on you, "What's your name, love?"

"It's y/n."

"Well, y/n. It's my birthday tonight, and I think I'd like my gift from you now," The man got closer as he spoke.

"W–Well, my friend has the gift!" You lied. You forgot it was a birthday party, so you didn't think about bringing a gift in the first place.

"You can give me something I want," He put his hand on your face, stroking your cheek. "God, your skin is so soft. Your lips are so cute. You're my type..."

"And so is everyone else, Heeseung. Take it down a notch," Another voice from down the hallway spoke. The boy from before on the couch approached the two of you, his eyes scanning Heeseun, "You've had too much to drink, so walk it off."

Heeseung looked like he wanted to protest, but the shorter boy pulled him closer, "Don't forget. Jake's gift is here. He needs this, and we all agreed to help."

Heeseung sighed before turning to you, "Okay, sorry, lovely. We can't dance together tonight." He winked as he wandered back toward the stairs.

The other boy walked over to you, "You okay? He didn't do anything to you?"

"No, I'm alright. Thanks for the save from that creep."

"My brother is a bit of an attention whore if he drinks too much, it's a horrible habit. I'm sorry about that."

You mentally punched yourself for calling his brother a creep, "Sorry about the creep comment! I didn't know–"

"Brother or not, a creep is a creep," He sighed. "I'm Jungwon. It's nice to meet you, y/n."

"How'd you know my name? I didn't tell you it yet..."

"You said it when Heeseung asked, didn't you?"

You nodded slowly, "Yeah... I guess I did." Did that mean he was standing there for that long before stepping in? "So, I'm guessing it's also your birthday?"

The boy nodded.

"Happy Birthday, Mr..."

"Jungwon. And you can drop the mister."

"Happy Birthday, Jungwon."

Jungwon smiled, "Thank you. I hope you're enjoying the party and my brother didn't bother you too badly."

"I'm enjoying it. I just really wish I could find my friends..."

Jungwon scratched his head, "They might be in the room at the end of this hall, the door on the right."

"Oh! That's amazing! Thank you!" You dashed off to find your friends before they had a chance to slip away again. But then it hit you– You never told Jungwon what your friends looked like. Turning to look where he was, he disappeared.

You went to the door Jungwon told you about, putting your ear up to it, no moaning this time. You checked your sides. No Heeseung either. You opened the door and poked your head in. Two men were sitting on the bed, both facing away from you.

"Jake, it's easy. You can't go this long without quality food. We both know that. This party is perfect, and these people won't remember a thing the next morning. You'll just be a weird dream to them," The first guy said. He turned in your direction, noticing you at the door. He had an eyebrow slit and blonde hair with an undercut. "Jake, it's time. Happy Birthday," He put his hand on Jake's shoulder, squeezing it tight, before leaving the room. He brushed past you, smelling like a soft mint, and his eyes looking straight into yours.

You could hear his voice, but his lips didn't move, "Don't be a letdown..."

You looked back at the second man in the room– he looked at you shyly. He had wavy blonde hair and a wet look in his eyes.

He jolted to his feet, "I didn't know someone else was–"

You put your hands up in defense, "No, that's all me! I didn't mean to interrupt your moment or whatever!"

Jake squeezed one of his wrists, "Would you come in?"

You looked back over your shoulder, out the door. Your friends were somewhere around here.

Jake's voice was more stern, "Come sit."

Your body moved into the room and obediently sat down on the bed. You were sitting next to Jake but couldn't stand and walk out, and your legs wouldn't move.

"You're a little close," Jake muttered.

You nervously scooted away from him.

"I–I didn't mean to leave! Please don't go!" He begged.

You moved back.

"What is happening?" You nervously whispered.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you do that..." Jake lowered his head sadly, "You hate me for that, don't you?" The look you gave him must've confirmed it as he shrunk into himself.

"Oh, I–I'm just a little confused. I'm not mad, I don't think." You assured him.

He sprouted back up. "Really? You're not mad? I didn't mean to do that– it just happens sometimes. My powers are fucked up since I haven't eaten in a while."

"There's plenty of food downstairs. I can grab you some."

He shook his head, "No, I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

"You met Heeseung, right? If he saw you walking around, he'd probably eat you on the spot."

"Eat me?" Your voice said disgusted, "I didn't know he was that creepy."

"My brother isn't bad! He's just had too much to drink." Jake said defensively.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment. Jake looked too nervous to speak, and you were still checking if your legs would work properly. A knock at the door broke the silence– a head peaked in slightly. It was Jungwon!

"Jake!" He called.

Jake looked at Jungwon, and as they locked eyes, it was just silence. It was like a conversation, but you couldn't hear anything, and their mouths weren't moving.

After a moment, Jungwon turned to you, "Hi y/n. I need a favor from you."

You nodded, "Anything. I still owe you for earlier."

Jungwon smiled, "Well, I'm going to use that now." He got closer and whispered to you, "I need you to seduce Jake."

You pulled away and looked at him in bewilderment, "Why!?"

"Lower your tone when addressing me," He commanded.

You suddenly felt small and helpless under his eyes, "Sorry."

"Jake. My friend here is interested in you, but he's a little shy. Could you show him a good time?" Jungwon emphasized 'good time' as clearly as he could for Jake. He smiled and shut the door as he left, locking it from the outside.

Suddenly, you were some sex sacrifice to his guy. And why were his brothers so desperate to get him laid?!

Jake turned to you, "Are you really into me?" His voice reverberated into you, commanding the truth from you.

"I'm not sure– I think I’m still mostly scared about not being able to control my body. I guess I just want to know what's going on..." You said frankly. You then realized your mouth was moving, "Why–"

Jake sighed, "I want to be honest and comfortable with you. Can I?"

You slowly nodded, cautious of his next move.

Jake moved closer, his hands resting on your thigh, "My brothers and I are vampires. And we feed on blood, just like the ones in the movies. But we've got some extra stuff, like commanding human minds."

You just stared at him, waiting for him to say he was joking. But he wasn't laughing.

"I–" Jake's face flushed pink, "I haven't fed on a human in a long time... and it's intimate."

"How long?"

"Like... maybe a hundred years?"

"Why?"

"That’s not your business," Jake looked up at you, deep into your eyes. "Please understand me..."

You immediately felt for him. Sympathetic even, "Of course I understand you, that's hard. I couldn't imagine having sex every time I was hungry."

He shook his head, "It's not sex! I'm not having sex with you to feed!"

"Okay! My bad!" You put your hands up in defense.

"I–I'm sorry. The hunger is making me moody."

"Can you eat like, not people?"

Jake nodded. "That's what I've always done. But after a while, it works less. I've started experiencing urges."

"Urges?"

"Like... if I'm not focused and I get hungry. I could devour a whole person if I get too hungry."

Your eyes widened.

"Well, not you! I won't do that to you!" Jake tried to hold you, but you shrunk away from him, "I also hate that. I don't like people looking at me like a monster. Heeseung lives for it, which is why he feeds the most out of us."

"Wait, all of you are vampires!? What about the people at the party? Are they vampires?”

Jake shook his head, "No. The party is how we stock up on blood for a long time. Luring in people, knocking them out, and then we drink some and store more blood elsewhere. The most that humans experience is a headache, like a bad hangover. They don't even remember us. Unless you're like Heeseung."

"What happened with Heeseung?" You shivered, feeling how he was so close to you.

"He... is a more traditional vampire. Drinking until they stop pumping, if you get me. But he believes sex is the best way for a human to end, to feel their high right before he digs in," Jake looked away as if remembering horrible memories.

"So, I just let you bite me, and I won't remember anything? I can still go home after," You asked.

Jake nodded, "Pretty much, but I don't like forcing people to–:

You rolled up your sleeve, "Is my arm okay, or do you have to be my neck?"

Jake hopped up, "You'd just let me drink from you?"

You nodded, "If I have to. I feel if I fight, I'd face Heeseung..."

"No, I'd never let him have you! You're nice!" Jake pulled your sleeve down, covering your veins, "I won't bite you unless you want me to. If you don't want me to, I'll sneak you out of the house and let you go."

You considered his offer closely. If Jake let you go, you'd remember the existence of vampires and probably ruin every vampire show for the rest of time. And if you let him bite you, then it's just a foggy memory. But then you remembered.

"What about my friends? If I leave, what will you do to them?"

"My brothers stick to our routine pretty seriously. So they should get the same routine as everyone else. A drain and release."

"Unless Heeseung."

Jake nodded, "Well, I can keep him off anyone else." Jake's eyes glittered in the moonlight from the window. They had an honest sense, loyal to their promises.

You sighed, "Promise me I won't end up dead."

"I promise. I'll guard you with my life," Jake smiled.

Laying back on the bed, you closed your eyes, "Okay... bite me then."

There was movement and warmth, and you could feel his breath on your neck. You couldn't help but shake and brace for the pain. But it never came.

You opened your eyes slowly, holding your head and slowly sitting up. You were in a bedroom with sunlight pouring in from the window. The room was familiar, but it wasn't your room. You moved to sit in bed, only to realize you weren't alone. A handsome blonde man was lying in bed with you, both tucked under the covers.

"Jake?" You whispered, remembering everything from the night before until you closed your eyes. "Why do I know who you are?

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multifandomxreader · 1 year ago

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Hi! Idk if you’re taking requests or not, but I really love your work, and I was wondering if you wanted to do another Daryl one? Based off of it inspired by the song Night Shift by Lucy Dacus that takes place before and after the apocalypse. You can pick time frames/eras I’m not super picky about that I’ve just been thinking about this angst/fluff idea for a while and I’m not the greatest writer in the world. Totally fine if not! Please feel free to ask me questions if you need clarity

Night Shift

Daryl Dixon x Male reader

(I love the song it's so good!!! Hope you enjoy this! Sorry that it took so long)

tw: homophobia, violence...

You worked a thrift store before the apocalypse, Daryl was a regular there and you had your eye on him. You would always strike up conversations and after getting to know him better you would set aside clothes you knew he would like. For example a sleeveless jacket, which you decided to add wings to because it fitted him. You knew he was struggling with money so you convinced him to work in the store. He agreed to it because his brother was in jail so he had nothing holding him back from changing his way of life.

You started spending more and more time together because you worked the same shifts. You noticed how nice he is to the kids visiting the store, seeing his softer side made you realize your crush had turned in to something more. So one day you gathered the courage to ask him out after your shift. He freaked out and ran. When he got home he kept replaying the moment in is head, remembering his brother’s slurs and his father’s hits. He spent the night overthinking but came to the conclusion that they weren’t in his life anymore but you were and he sure wasn’t giving up on you so quickly.

The next day the first thing he did when he saw you was apologizing, you understood and made sure he knew he could always talk to you if he was struggling with things. You took him out to dinner the same evening and everything evolved from there. You start dating and everything was going great. In the beginning it was kinda rough but Daryl opened up eventually and you made sure he felt loved. After a few months you moved in together and even got a dog named Dixy. You were together for a year before your happiness came to an end.

You had finished your mutual shift and walked out the store hand in hand, you kissed Daryl’s cheek. You were planning a movie night and were discussing which snacks you were going to buy before a crusty looking redneck came up to you. Daryl froze and pulled his hand out of yours, you didn’t have enough time to realize it was Merle and you didn’t have enough time to dodge his fist going towards your face. You fell to the ground and the only thing you remember where more punches, slurs and Daryl’s voice getting his brother away from you. You lay there in pain when your coworker found you and got you to a hospital. The bruises didn’t hurt as much as the realization you had when you got back to your flat. Daryl wasn’t coming back, he had left your life without any goodbyes, without any tears, without any notice.

You carried on, changed appartements, changed your shift to the night shift so you wouldn’t run into his brother looking for more trouble. It had been a week since the accident when the pandemic broke out. You were one of the lucky ones that got out of the city in time. Ever since you’ve been wandering around with your dog, she was the reason you were still alive that, and the thought of Daryl still being out there.

You keep going, Dixy walking besides you, if temperatures kept rising you would have to find extra water but for now you were set on just moving forward, following the road. You were just about to sit down to rest when a bunch of walkers came out of the woods. Dixy barks and you grab your machete, with this many walkers you would usually just run but they seemed to emerge from everywhere. You chop a few heads off while Dixy puts her teeth into a walker’s neck. The walkers keep coming and you start to panic, suddenly you hear a car’s engine approaching. Any other day you would’ve hid but you would rather face some strangers then get eaten by some dead creatures so you ran towards the car. It swerved, hit a few walkers and a man and woman got out. The man holding a knife and the woman holding a katana. Together you finish the hoard off.

You are covered in guts and blood just like your guardian angels. You thank them while checking if Dixy is alright and introduce yourself. The man seems hesitant to talk to you but the woman replies “I’m Michonne, this is Rick” Rick nods at you and shares a glance with Michonne. He looks back at you “How many walkers have you killed?”

And that’s how you find yourself in a car on the way to a place called Alexandria. You chat a bit with Michonne and immediately like her, she is someone who you would’ve been friends with before the world ended. You could tell Rick was a bit more careful, the closer you got to Alexandria the tenser he got. “Hey man, I understand that you don’t know me but I really am glad that you saved my life and I look forward to becoming friends.” You tried to ensure him that you were one of the good guys, you totally understood his attitude, you too had met the more unpleasant types out there. Rick hummed “It’s cool man, we’ll see.”

The car approaches the gate and you feel the nerves in your gut, you can finally see a brighter future. Living in a community again, having friends, feeling safe, it was the best thing you could ask for in this world. The gate opens and your eyes widen at the sight. The car parked and you get out. You get some strange looks but after handing in your weapons and Rick introducing you, people start coming up to you to introduce themselves. Dixy was getting petted by some kids and was enjoying herself when woman came up to you with cookies “I’m Carol, welcome to Alexandria!” You thank her for the cookies and eat one of them because you were actually quite hungry. “These are really good!” you acclaim and she shrugs it off. You were in heaven.

Suddenly Dixy starts barking, everyone tenses and you search for the source of her vigilance. The first thing you notice is a motorbike, the second thing you notice is the love of your life next to it working on it. He looks up to look at the noise and your heart starts beating rapidly. Before you know it your legs run toward him and you yell out his name. He realises what’s happening and drops the wrench to run your way. Your bodies collide, your face in the crook of his neck and your arms wrapped around his torso. Everything is too much and you let out a sob. You take his face in your hands to make sure he’s real. His eyes are watery and his smile is a mix between happiness, confusion and repent. “I’m sorry I left” his voice breaks a bit. “I don’t care Daryl, I’m just glad we found each other again.” You kiss him softly, look into his eyes and kiss him again. You were never gonna let this man leave again.

You let go of each other and notice the people around you being astounded by the whole scene. Dixy is now circling Daryl and he gives her a few belly rubs. “So, I assume you two know each other” Michonne comments with a smirk. “Yes” you answer while taking Daryl’s hand in yours, this time keeping it there. Maybe this wasn’t really the end of the world.

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mackjlee9 · 1 year ago

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Are y'all ready for this?

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader [Ansgt]

Warning; SPOILERS, mentions of blood, wounds, knives, gun, violence, all that stuff, horrible English and bad pacing. Long chapter, 8.5k words.

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Resident Evil 4

(M/n) stumbled as he got back on his feet, the wound above his brow was gushing blood very rapidly, making him grow dizzier the longer it passed. He blinked a couple of times, trying to focus his sight ahead, his feet struggling to make him stand up again, his arms trembling as they pushed his torso off the ground.

Grunting in pain, (M/n)'s blurry sight was soon met with a pair of military combat boots, he gritted his teeth as he refused to believe this is where he dies, under the hands of the man he once trusted with his life.

"Poor, poor lieutenant," the man bent his knees and reached his hand to hold (M/n)'s chin in his hand, the sadistic glint in his eyes made (M/n)'s stomach turn, watching how his smirk grew wider, "Time to say goodbye."

The last thing he saw was Krauser's fist inching closer to his face at an alarming velocity, and if even he wanted, he couldn't dodge the punch that landed on his face, knocking him unconscious soon after.

//////

The feeling of his head throbbing woke him up, but he couldn't open his eyes, and he couldn't move either. The swinging of his body side to side made him realize that he was being carried like a potato sack, hearing the quiet humming of Krauser's voice as he took him somewhere he didn't know.

The sound of a big door reached his ears, soon entering a room with a nice echo, it sounded like the room was pretty much empty, and (M/n) still continued trying to open his eyes, tried to fight Krauser's grip off his body, but it was useless, his body was numb, his head throbbing, he couldn't feel half of his face and he definitely didn't have the energy or strength to take on Krauser at the time.

So he stayed there, completely quiet, trying to remain somewhat conscious.

"Where'd you want 'im?" Krauser asked to someone in the room with them, and (M/n) was frightened for a moment, they hadn't made a single sound so they never made themselves present to (M/n)'s hearing.

"Over there," a raspy, horse voice said, and Krauser groaned a positive response as he continued to take him away to wherever he was taking him. The squeaky sound of wheels echoed in the room, and he soon was laid on what he recognized as a hospital gurney, then footsteps getting closer to him after Krauser walked away got him on edge.

"It's time to join us, my child."

He felt something sharp and cold pressing against his neck, pressing until it pierced the soft skin and he could feel how something slithered its way inside his body.

"It's just a matter of time before you become one of us," he felt an icy cold hand pressing against his forehead, moving his hair away, before turning around and leaving him all alone in that cold room.

He's not sure for how long he remained conscious, but he ended up giving up on keeping himself awake.

//////

The car ride was silent as he looked out the window, getting a view of the place he was approaching.

His mind raced over the same words, like a song getting stuck in your head, one that you can't get rid of.

"Whilst rescuing the president's daughter is your main priority, the higher-ups want you to get any idea as to what happened to Lieutenant Colonel (L/n), Leon, can you do that?" He had responded that he will do what he can, but he knew he was gonna go look for whatever he needed to know his superior's whereabouts.

He heard both cops talking amongst themselves, understanding bits and pieces of their conversation, it varied from paperwork, annoying superiors back at the office, football, and then him, but Leon just ignored them, remembering that he was gonna be dropped off near where (M/n) had his last communication before going M.I.A.

Images flashed across his mind, all the moments he got to spend time with (M/n) when he had just been recruited, yet being assigned under Major Krauser's command to assist his training. It had been a while since he saw any of them, being occupied with their own missions and tasks ahead. One of which he was assigned after (M/n)'s sudden dissaperence almost two weeks ago.

He was just hoping that he was still alive, even if Leon knows how capable (M/n) was of taking care of himself, something didn't sit right with him about the whole situation.

And damn, sometimes he wishes to be wrong about his gut feelings.

//////

Krauser walked into the camera room where Saddler had been observing the American forastero killing everyone in sight, no second thoughts about them, and Saddler was incredibly mad about it, not caring anymore if he had also been blessed and was allowed to carry the same sacred body as them.

The scarred blond observed the cameras and recognized that "precious" rookie of (M/n)'s.

"So that bastard was sent here, huh?" Saddler turned to look at Krauser, who leaned against the door frame, looking into the screen with hatred burning in his icy blue eyes.

"So you know who he is?" Krauser scoffed, and glanced back at (M/n) who was laying on the same hospital gurney, completely immovable as he stared seemingly into the void. He had turned into nothing but a lifeless puppet, and yet, his body hasn't shown signs of La Plaga spreading.

But it was there, especially noticeable when Saddler talked to him, his eyes would turn bright red, and black veins would crawl up his neck momentarily, before returning back to his catatonic self.

"That bastard," Krauser pointed at the screen where Leon was shown, "Was that bastard's favourite recruit," he continued nodding his head toward (M/n), "Makes me sick," he grunted with gritted teeth.

Saddler looked at (M/n) and observed the images la plaga had copied from the parts of his memories it's managed to gather, and he witnessed from (M/n)'s eyes how much he cared for that young man, always there to guide and help him, providing the comfort he longed for.

"Ooh, how amazing it'll be," Krauser looked at Saddler with a questionable look on his face, "To betray that trust..." He spoke while walking closer to (M/n), "Take him to that forastero, he'll be the ace under my sleeve."

Something about the thought of having (M/n) against Leon made him almost burst out laughing, moving to stand right next to Saddler, as he started controlling (M/n)'s movements, maintaining eye contact with his now red eyes.

"Your new mission... Is to kill Leon Kennedy, child," (M/n) stood up with wobbly legs and bowed to Saddler.

"Yes, sir."

His new order had reached la plaga inside him, being taken away by Krauser as soon as Saddler allowed him to.

//////

Leon was beyond stressed, but he was still determined to complete the mission, but right now, he had to find Ashley, maybe on his way to her he'll be able to get a better lead on what had happened to (M/n).

He just hoped that the ride in the underground mines with Luis could help him with that.

The lift ride was quick, and somehow a blur to Leon, since the first thing he saw when he turned around was Luis falling on the ground, the silhouette of a muscular man approaching him as he crouched to pull the dagger out of Luis' back.

The encounter with Krauser was anything but pleasant, yet somehow his body was able to remember his attacking and blocking patterns, including the one movement that (M/n) taught him to be able to win against Krauser in a 1v1 fight.

And the scarred blond wasn't happy about it. He scoffed and frowned, jumping and landing behind Leon quicker than he could react, but before he could remotely get closer to his vital point, the sound of a gun being fired caught them off guard. They both turned and saw that Luis had gathered enough strength to take his gun out and pull the trigger to save Leon, Krauser let out a dry chuckle and retrieved his dagger, jumping and landing on an elevated surface, about to return the way he came before stopping and glancing down at Leon over his shoulder.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" He chuckles again, but it's a sinister chuckle that makes Leon grip the handle of his pistol on instinct, "I left a gift for you, rookie, you better find him quickly, the clock is ticking and the oxygen is running out," with a boisterous laugh he left.

Leon ran toward Luis, spending his last moments with him, watching as he exhaled his last breath, the lit cigarette falling out of his parted lips, the lit end landing on the pool of blood that had formed underneath him, turning itself off.

Placing Luis' lighter back in his its hand, Leon said goodbye to the Spanish male and took a deep breath, standing up and looking around the place he was.

Krauser's words resonated in his head again, the vague mention of a 'him' being here, as a gift for him...

Leon had no idea how long had Krauser been in Spain, but if his gut feeling was right again, then he must be-

"(M/n)?!" He screamed whilst he ran around looking everywhere he could think of, "Where could he...?" He stood still and his eyes caught sight of a pile of scattered crates, and one stood out the most. It was slightly bigger than the others, but it also had 'LEON' engraved on the wood, obviously done with a sharp object. Like a knife, or a dagger, "Lieutenant!" He screamed once again, running toward the wooden crate as fast as he could.

He rushed to push off the smaller crates on top of the lid, his hands trembling as he opened it, observing the poor state (M/n) was in.

"Sir!" Leon struggled to pull (M/n) out of it, falling on the floor with his arms wrapped around him, "Sir, sir!" He yelled as he sat up, shaking his superior with a desperate tone in his voice, " Please, wake up!"

As he came back to life, (M/n) took a sharp breath in, coughing some dust and dirt that had gotten in his mouth and nose, his hands gripping onto Leon's chest strap and skintight shirt.

Looking up, (M/n) made eye contact with Leon's worried eyes, a glint of relief at seeing him alive and in his arms.

"Leon...?" (M/n)'s voice was grumble-y and hoarse, blinking slowly and looking at him as if he was nothing but a hallucination.

"Hello, sir, it's nice seeing you again," he responded with a hint of a smile on his face, making him look even prettier than usual. His blue eyes trailed down (M/n)'s body, blushing a cute pink when he realized that his clothes were in a less-than-ideal shape. His shirt had ripped open where he could see knife cuts, showing off part of his abdomen and chest, the jacket he wore wasn't looking its best, but it seemed to be covering more ruptures in his clothing, which Leon was glad for.

This was definitely not the time nor place to be feeling like this about his superior.

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Every few meters they walked, Leon had to look back at (M/n) who didn't seem to be in peak shape, which he could understand after everything that he has gone through, he could imagine (M/n) going through worse until he found him.

And that lead him to the question... What happened to (M/n) after his last communication with base?

Hopping together in the fancy-looking cable car on their way to the clock tower, Leon stares at (M/n) as the male swung side to side very slightly, hardly noticeable, he almost seemed in a trance. "What happened, sir? When you came here?"

(M/n) blinked once, twice and his eyes opened wide, a wince leaving past his lips when he saw the images of what had happened. The images were blurry, and he could feel his blood boiling inside him, the knowledge of what was in him remained in his mind, something he was ordered to keep to himself by Saddler.

But why was he following his orders anyway?

That quiet thought was the first step to breaking the chain connecting him to Saddler through la plaga.

He clenched his jaw, closed his hands tightly, and approached the gold edge, leaning over to observe the night sky.

"I was following the lead to finding Ashley, and I met up with Krauser before I reached the village..." He trailed on because he wasn't exactly sure what happened after that, "He... He ambushed me and took me away, I don't remember much after that," he looked back at Leon, who was frowning at the information provided, "Sorry, Leon."

Leon watched how (M/n) smiled at him, that same gentle and understanding, comforting smile he always showed him, his hand raising to slowly move a stray lock of blond hair away from his face. Something about (M/n)'s actions and the way he looked at him made his heart race, he just felt like when he first met the male, flustered, intimidated, and safe. A weird and odd combination of feelings, but (M/n) managed to cause those in him, and many more.

(M/n) had always treated him right back when he was first recruited for this "special agents" training, and whilst Krauser was the one beating the shit out of him until he learned, (M/n) taught him in a way that he was able to understand better, that's how he learned the move that could potentially help him win a 1v1 against Krauser, it just had to be done at the right time. That was another reason for Krauser to hate him more as the years passed, despite having (M/n) as his superior.

Krauser had seen (M/n) smiling down at Leon when the rookie had managed to pin him down with a move he recognized as (M/n)'s. He had seen countless times how (M/n) praised and was always nice to the blond rookie, who had managed to remain being his puppy self when he was around the (h/c) haired male.

Just like how he was right now. Leon had always heard nice words about (M/n), and he got to witness that firsthand during the first trainee evaluation. Every instructor was there, and so were their respective recruits, and of course, Leon saw (M/n) standing there, serious eyes observing every move they did, down to the smallest details and mistakes they did.

Unfortunately, Leon's team had an uneven number of recruits, so he was paired up with his instructor, Krauser, who realized what Leon was trying to do and went all out on him, which might've resulted in dark bruises, cracked and/or broken ribs.

Most recruits had already left to go and get patched up depending on the severity of their wounds, and every instructor stayed, observing how poor Leon got beat up so badly (M/n) had to intervene.

"Major Krauser," he spoke with the same harsh voice he used when scolding a reckless agent, "This is an evaluation, not a boxing ring, don't forget that."

Krauser grumbled a 'yes sir' and left the room, (M/n) dismissed all the other instructors in the room and kneeled in front of Leon, who was breathing rapidly with his arm covering his eyes.

"You did well, Leon," the blond male peeked at (M/n), whose expression had turned soft and gentle, the same way he always looked, "I have some lessons for you, but first, let me help you, okay?"

Ever since that day Leon came to him whenever he needed help with something and wasn't feeling like being beaten up by Krauser until he was forced to understand, so it was understandable that they became quite close, even going as far as to be Leon's bisexual awakening, especially since back then he had no idea Ada had survived Racoon City, so he figured moving on was the right solution.

The moment the cable car stopped, Leon snapped out of his thoughts, and they walked off it. They headed inside and barely made it past a big wooden door and a small staircase before Salazar showed up again, and all the infected in the clock tower began their attack.

After Leon found him inside that crate, they had noticed that a few of the small ones had opened the moment they fell, and some of (M/n)'s gear was there, even so, with the lack of magazines, Leon gave (M/n) some spare ammo he had in his pouches, silently agreeing on covering each other's back.

Whilst Leon made his way up the clock tower, (M/n) remained behind him, shooting and stabbing any infected that came up to them, and a part of him hurt whenever another body fell to the ground dead, la plaga inside him made him feel guilty of killing his "siblings" but there was a part of his brain that remained conscious and was fighting control over the parasite, reminding it that it was nothing but an intruder in his body.

"Lieutenant!" Leon called him catching his attention and making him turn around.

Leon was kneeling on the strange lift the clock tower had up on the higher levels, reaching his hand down to him as the platform got further and further away from the ground.

(M/n) ran toward Leon, jumping and holding his hand, reaching his free hand up to hold himself up, easing the task Leon had of pulling his body up.

They rode all the way up to the very top, as high as it reached, and by then, pretty much every infected was dead or dying. Leon ran ahead kicking a door open as he neared the edge, careful not to fall to the void as he took out his binoculars and looked out, mumbling to himself something (M/n) couldn't understand.

His head started throbbing and after closing his eyes tightly his legs gave out, far away enough for Leon to hear him grunting in pain.

"Kill him, child..."

Saddler's voice echoed in his head, and he slowly opened his eyes, black dots started to darken his vision, and he caught a glimpse of Leon standing near the edge of the platform. He could easily walk up behind him and push him off-

Groaning with anger, (M/n)'s fist hit the metal floor, making an obvious dent in it, and his eyes observed the black veins disappearing from his hands.

"Fuck-" he muttered pulling the sleeve of his jack further down to no avail, that was as much as it reached, so he put his hands in his pockets and followed Leon as he called him.

"You alright?" Leon asked trying to look at (M/n)'s but he just avoided eye contact all together.

"Yeah... Yeah, don't worry about me, let's keep going."

Even with his words, Leon couldn't help but feel worried about (M/n)'s wellbeing, he wanted the male to rely on him, just like he does.

But perhaps, it's not the right time just yet.

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The encounter with boss Salazar was nasty, (M/n) gets shivers whenever he remembers his slimy tentacle-like appendages around him, which makes him feel disgusted. And then he remembers the pain he felt in his chest when he and Leon worked together to bring him down, something inside (M/n) was screeching at him to not kill one of theirs, but with his consciousness regaining control over la plaga's control he couldn't give two shits about Ramón, or Saddler.

Both of them broke a sweat fighting Salazar, but there was no time to rest, they had to save Ashley. That was still their mission.

They ride the lift down looking off into the distance, where an island was visible in the distance, despite the fog surrounding it.

They hopped off and found a motorboat, but no keys nearby, and you hear a female voice behind you.

"Looking for something?"

The moment (M/n) turns around, he sees a gorgeous woman with Asian features, short black hair, a tight red dress, and long leather boots, along with all the gear she had on her body.

"Why am not surprised, Ada?" Leon's words made (M/n) glance at them back and forth for a few seconds.

That Ada? (M/n)'s mind flashes with the brief memory of Leon talking to him about Racoon City and everything that happened, including having met a woman named Ada that "helped" him but in reality, she just used him for her own benefit, and well, how he had caught some feelings for her, but he wasn't sure if he actually loved her or anything.

And he remembers the small detail that she fell to the void and died, it seemed like she was in better condition than both of them combined.

"Let me take you, gentleman," she said lowering her gun and getting in the motor boat, turning the engine on and glancing back at them, "You coming or not?"

(M/n) and Leon looked at each other and sighed before jumping in and sitting down. (M/n) remained in the back, looking away and enjoying the feeling of the cold water hitting his skin, it helped him cool down the burning feeling he felt going through his veins, and it cleared his mind, as if the fog clogging his memories was finally dissipating.

He could hear Ada and Leon's voices, muffled by the wind in his ears, and the sound of the engine roaring behind him. Yet soon enough, the boat stopped and Ada stood up while shooting her grappling hook, (M/n) glanced away before he began staring at the woman's body and released a yelp when the boat shook as she left them alone.

(M/n) stood up when Leon stabilized the boat and sat next to him, hearing him sigh and mumble under his breath, "Women."

He had to hold in a chuckle, and soon Leon continued driving into the island, finding a place where they could get off easily. The short time they spent together was nice, despite the silence, it was a comfortable silence, unlike how it was when Ada was present.

"Well... Let's find Ashley," (M/n) said as he got off, reaching his hand out for Leon to grab onto. The blond looked at him from his position and showed him a small smile, holding his hand as (M/n) helped him step on the island.

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The journey to find Ashley definitely wasn't an easy one, running around the military facility and underground, trying to find the way that would let them continue on, it was more mentally exhausting than it was physically.

But eventually, as they continue their way forward, they arrived in a room upstairs that has a direct view of the room. A room where Ashley was kept, passed out on a military bed.

Stuff got a terrifying turn after that.

(M/n) and Leon found files that talked about an experiment with la plaga on people, called 'regenerators', and how one had escaped its cryogenic tank and gone wild. Along with that, there was valuable information about upgrading the key card to be able to find what was needed and get to Ashley.

Leon was busy reading a file when they heard the sound of the automatic door opening, and neither of them had moved from their spot, so they instinctively pulled out their weapons, the light of their flashlight shining brightly onto the humanoid creature, freaking out at the sight of it.

"What the fuck is that?!" Leon exclaimed emptying his magazine on it, and they both watched how that thing started releasing some sort of smoke or steam, and the pieces of flesh missing grew back on its jiggly body.

"Leon, run!" (M/n) drew his knife just in time as the regenerator extended its arms at them, releasing out a loud screech as it's arms were cut off, (M/n) held Leon's wrist and ran out of the room, dragging the blonde with him. (M/n) tried to convince Leon to separate as a way to cover more ground quicker, but Leon refused, he didn't want to have (M/n) out of his line of vision, which was understandable.

Unfortunately for them, there were more of those things around and while Leon was working on upgrading the key card to level two, a regenerator sneaked up behind (M/n) while he was busy shooting the two ahead of him, and he got grabbed his pistol falling from his hands as he struggled against it's grip.

"Let go of me, motherfucker!" He yelled in rage, unable to break free from its strong grasp.

"(M/n)!" He heard Leon's voice calling him from inside the room he was in, but he was also having issues with one of these creatures, so he could only watch how (M/n) got taken away while he remained locked up in that room, "Fuck-" He got rid of his anger and impotence by unloading the shotgun shells on the regenerator, exposing what appeared to be its weak points.

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(M/n) decided that struggling was futile, there was no point in it, so he just let himself get taken away by the regenerator.

He got locked in a dark room, he couldn't see anything, and the emergency lights didn't reach the area, so he had no idea where he was, and yet, he didn't care, the burning feeling of his blood surging through his veins let him now that Saddler was using him again for his own selfish benefit.

"Why haven't you killed him yet?" His voice was calm and understanding, but the way it echoed in his mind let (M/n) know that Saddler was all but calm about the current situation.

(M/n) had to think of something quick, he could feel wriggling inside him, his flesh and skin turning and pulsing, causing him great pain, but he clenched his jaw and pulled through it.

"We just have to be patient, my lord... The boy has to trust me blindly, there's... No way he's not suspicious of me, sir, just... Let me handle this, I'll... Get it done..." He struggled to replay whilst fighting the pain that the mutation was causing him, and for a moment, Saddler hummed, convinced of (M/n)'s words, having not felt a single trace of lies and betrayal in his body.

Without uttering another word, Saddler cut their link through la plaga, and (M/n) fell to the cold metal floor, regaining his breathing, and the screeching sound of a regenerator resonated behind him.

"Fantastic..." He mumbled, crawling away to somewhere he could hide for the time being.

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Stumbling his way past more regenerators, (M/n) found traces of Leon's path, like the broken wooden boxes, the dead bodies, and the scattered bullet cases on the floor, it made a fine trail toward the blond.

He ran down the hallway, and slowly approached the open gate, walking slowly and searching around for Leon's whereabouts, when he heard muffled voices of a man and woman. He stumbled his way to the electronic gate and saw Leon helping Ashley get up from the bed, her blue eyes locking onto (M/n).

"Who is that?" Leon followed her line of sight and saw (M/n) standing there, holding his side with his knife in his empty hand.

"(M/n)-" Leon rushed toward him and hugged him tightly, apologizing briefly when he heard the male groaning from the pain, "I was about to look for you, I was worried."

(M/n) smiled at the blond and released his side, lifting his hand to pet Leon's hair, giggling at the sight of his rosy cheeks and bright eyes.

"What can I say? I'm a tough cookie," he muttered and took a step aside, looking at Ashley who seemed taken aback by their interaction, (M/n) realized and took a step back, "But I'm fine, Leon, so don't worry."

Leon swallowed at the sight of (M/n)'s gentle smile, and nodded, reaching his left hand to his earpiece. (M/n) smiles at Ashley and nods his head as a greeting.

"Hello, Miss Graham, sorry we had to meet in such a bothersome circumstance," Ashley chuckled and shook her head, her bright blond hair swaying as she did so.

"No problem, we can always grab dinner when we go back home," her cheerful tone hurt (M/n), as it reminded him of the truth. Even if Ashley and Leon escaped, he had no hope but maybe... Just maybe-

His train of thought was interrupted when he heard Leon mentioning something about "removing the parasite" and for a moment he thought he got found out, that Leon knew he was infected, but just then (M/n)'s eyes noticed the black veins poking under the sleeve of his shirt, making their way down to his elbows, and glancing at Ashley, he noticed she also had signs of infection, the veins were really light colored, but they were there.

And now (M/n) was wondering how long they had until it was too late.

"Alright, let's go," Leon unholsters his gun and takes a step outside of the room before stopping for a moment, "Oh, this is yours, sir."

(M/n) watches as he takes his pistol out and hands it to him, well, no wonder (M/n) couldn't find it on his way back, so Leon had kept it...

That small, meaningless gesture shouldn't have made (M/n) feel giddy, it had no romantic meaning whatsoever so why did it cause this in him? Probably because of the small flame of hope in his chest saying that it had some sort of meaning other than being nice.

He took his pistol back and checked the clip, it was pretty much full, how it was when he dropped it.

"We can go now," Leon added and took the lead, (M/n) made Ashley walk in between them, as their bodies acted as a barrier to protect her from the infected.

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On their way to Luis' lab, Leon found himself feeling grateful that (M/n) was there with them, helping him protect Ashley whenever he couldn't, in other circumstances he would've had to leave her alone and he wasn't sure he would have been able to get out of that situation unscathed.

And now, Leon hopped on the wrecking machine and glanced back at (M/n) who stood still looking around them, trying to potentially find another way that would take less time, but right after the first hit to the wall with the wrecking ball, his eyes caught sight of hoards of infected.

"We got problems!" He yelled as he opened fire, and Leon rushed to his side when he got caught by an infected, kicking it away with full force, making it knock onto a few other infected behind him, (M/n) seemed surprised at the strength of Leon's legs.

Well, Krauser was the one who actually trained him, he just gave advice to the cute rookie.

Shooting the explosive barrels as they grouped up was making things easier for them, but not any quicker, however, the wall soon finally broke with a last hit and Leon helped Ashley get down whilst (M/n) moved some of the big debris out of the way and called the elevator that would take them to the top of the mountain.

On their way up, something went across (M/n)'s mind, something that made him zone out, tuning out any kind of conversation both blondes were having.

(M/n) walked right behind them, but he felt like a sensation of dejá vù, as if... He had been there before. And he has.

The moment he caught a glimpse of the amber and la plaga a piercing headache made his body tumble, gripping his skull as a loud ringing made him groan. Leon noticed and was about to turn around to help him up, when they heard Saddler's voice.

And Leon's mistake was shooting him.

The yelp that Leon released made (M/n) grit his teeth as he held onto the shelves to stand up, having some view of the scene through a piece of worn, tattered cloth.

He observed how Ashley's body was being controlled by Saddler, and (M/n) wasn't gonna let him get away with this.

"Saddler..." He growled with hatred, and he saw Ashley's body falter, obtaining more control over her actions.

"Do not resist, child," He said in what he called his "gentle" voice, Ashley whimpered small 'no's' as she was forced to pick up Leon's pistol, trembling hand holding it up straight at the blond agent.

"Please, no..." (M/n) groaned in pain, dragging his body forward, his anger and hate growing stronger toward Saddler.

"I won't... Let you..." Ashley's aim move farther toward Leon's left side, shooting one of Saddler's companions, and (M/n) watched how Saddler made Ashley point at Leon again, her body trembling even more, "Hurt them anymore..."

Pulling the trigger, Ashley shot the second companion behind Leon's right side, and the pistol clicked, and not because its clip was empty, rather because it jammed.

(M/n) fell to the ground away with a gasp, holding himself up with his shaky arms, his breath rapid and labored, his ribs painfully pressing against his lungs, cutting his oxygen supply.

While he was regaining his breathing back to normal, he heard the sound of a metal door closing and Leon's groan as he fell to the ground. "Leon...!" (M/n) tripped over his own two feet, slipping on the tile floor and pushing himself up, rushing toward the blond.

(M/n) helped him up, making sure he was okay, observing how the black vessel veins on his face started disappearing, and Leon got flustered at having (M/n) so close to his face, but he tried to focus more on getting up rather than the proximity (M/n) and he had, they had to get Ashley back, again.

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(M/n) had been stumbling his way behind Leon, traces of the headache he got early still remaining, and Leon was worried, making sure (M/n) was close by before resuming his path forward.

But (M/n) just told him to keep going, that he'll be fine soon enough, and Leon hesitated before doing as told. Well, only for a short while.

"I've been waiting for you, rookie," Krauser made himself known, and Leon couldn't help but glance at (M/n) who was leaning against the door frame he just walked through, trying to focus on what the scarred blond was saying but he just couldn't stop glancing at (M/n), watching how his body gave out under his weight, and Krauser realized, "Enough!" He exclaimed finally getting Leon's attention, "Let's settle this, rookie."

Before he could fully understand what was happening, Krauser had pulled out his weapon and bullets were flying toward him, making him crouch behind the broken pillars, finding cover whenever he could.

(M/n) could hear the sound of guns blasting, and knives colliding, his blurry sight making him feel slightly nauseous, but he had to help Leon, at least a little bit, Krauser was out of his mind and was definitely gonna kill Leon if the chance came up, this was no longer training, this was life or death. And he knew that Leon couldn't afford to focus on him right now, so he pushed through the pain, the burning feeling, and the fog clouding his mind once again.

But Saddler had other plans, briefly checking on Krauser, he saw him fighting Leon, so he knew (M/n) had to be close by, which he was. Saddler took care of (M/n) while Krauser finished his job, but keeping the male under his control was proving to be harder and harder the longer he did it.

Right now, (M/n) wasn't Leon's priority and he didn't want to become a bother for him, but he could help him out.

Gripping the walls and crawling across the floor, (M/n) saw how Krauser's body had mutated, he got closer to the edge and grabbed his pistol, raising his arms to hold it as steady as he could, taking a deep breath and slowly releasing it, aiming to Krauser's back, right next to his spine.

"Show me what it is that you got that I don't!" His booming voice seemingly echoed off the whole island, and keeping his hold on the pistol's grip, (M/n) muttered to himself.

"He's got me, Jack."

The bullet shot out of the barrel and hit its target right before it was too late.

Krauser had Leon pinned to the ground under his foot and his arm was ready to finish him, but before he could, the sharp pain he felt on his back was followed by a few more shots, until (M/n) ran out of ammo.

The scarred blond raised his arm toward the (h/c) haired male, "You should just die already! You're such a bother!" Krauser's rage distracted him from Leon, who stood up with his jaw clenched and his hand gripping onto his knife before running to him and stabbing him in the back. He hesitated momentarily before pulling it out and stabbing him again, the memories of Luis' body flashing in his mind and he wasn't gonna let Krauser kill the only person that had shown him some value in his life.

They watched as Krauser fell to the wooden planks, his dagger falling right next to him.

"Do... What you have to do," Leon glanced at it too, his breath slowly but surely evening out after that tough fight with his superior.

Leon picked up the dagger and briefly looked at his reflection before looking away, falling to his knees next to Krauser.

(M/n) slid down the pillar he was resting on, watching silently how Leon seemed to have an internal debate, hesitating and unsure about what he was about to do, but there was nothing that could bring Major Krauser back to normal. (M/n) knew how hard this was for Leon, after all, Krauser had trained him for years and had forged him into the man he is today, and he couldn't be more grateful that he had served under Krauser's commands, despite the asshole he usually was with everyone.

Holding his breath, Leon forced the dagger to pierce through Krauser's chest, rupturing his heart in the process.

"I trained you well... Leon," were Krauser's last words in between coughs, before falling limp back on the blood-stained planks, his blood seeping through the thin separation of each one.

(M/n) observed how Leon stood up and slowly walked away, giving his back to Krauser, his shoulders slightly rising with each shaky breath he took in, "That you did, Major."

Feeling his strength coming back to his body, (M/n) managed to stand up, his eyes landing on Krauser's military beret and he picked it up before making his way down to go back to Leon, climbing the ladder and making eye contact with blue eyes, glossy with tears.

Leon turned around when the door behind him started lowering, opening to let them in.

(M/n) leaned down, placing the red beret on Krauser's chest and saluting him, "Farewell, Major Jack Krauser. You served well." He said with a rough voice, ending his salute and following Leon who had stopped to glance back at Krauser's lifeless body.

Leon sees (M/n) stumble and grip his head with a groan, he obviously isn't doing good, but they can't stop to rest right now, they were running out of time. They had to keep moving and take Ashley back home safely.

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The glimpse of hope was fading.

(M/n) really thought they could make it on time when Mike arrived with his helicopter, helping them wipe out the enemies quicker, but right before they could reach the ladder to climb up, those disgusting bugs showed up, causing the helicopter to crash.

And standing menacingly before the erupting flames were Saddler, whose eyes were filled with rage as he looked down at (M/n), muttering to himself with spite.

"Traidor..."

After that, ignoring the uneasy feeling in his chest, (M/n) encourages and convinces Leon to go ahead on his own, that he's got his back and he'll be right behind him.

The moment (M/n) reached the double door he was done dealing with the infected, and he closed the door behind him, and he took a sharp breath in, hearing Saddler's voice echoing off the hallway. He ran toward them when he heard Leon's screams of pain, reaching his hand to his knife and throwing it at Saddler, watching how it landed on his chest, but before he could anything to him, the echoing sound of bullets firing from a submachine gun caught his attention.

Ada was there.

"Go!" She yelled at them and (M/n) didn't waste time to help Leon up on his feet and pick up Ashley.

"This... Way..." Leon mumbled pulling on (M/n)'s arm as he tried to not put all his weight on the male, despite barely being able to walk on his own.

They made it past the rock arc and one of the statues collapsed behind them, blocking the path.

(M/n) saw Leon trying to walk on his own, but he rushed to him, placing one knee on the ground while still holding onto Ashley, "Hold onto me, Leon," the blond wanted to refuse, seeing (M/n) already carrying Ashley was enough for him, "Leon... Please, just do it..." His quiet plead made Leon frown, placing his arm around (M/n)'s shoulders, his free hand grabbing onto his bicep, "Good boy."

Reaching the map on the wall, Leon and he observed the way they had to go, and the whole way there, Leon was grunting and muttering things (M/n) couldn't quite understand, the black vessel veins covering most of his skin, fighting the control of la plaga. And damn, (M/n) has never hated laboratory facilities more than ever in his life, the hallways seemed almost endless as he felt Leon's grip on his arm getting worse.

And yet, finally, he could see the door.

"Leon, we're here," momentarily, he lowered Ashley's lower body, his now free hand keeping Leon steady as he opened the door and the blond stumbled his way to the machine as (M/n) walked in behind him, placing Ashley on the gurney, "You're okay?" He asked Leon who simply nodded, turning the machine on.

Closing his eyes at the screams Ashley released, (M/n) tried to distract himself for a moment, and a file caught his attention. He quickly skimmed through it, understanding that an already hatched egg had a period of a week before it couldn't be removed anymore, or it would kill its host.

(M/n) didn't have a long time to assimilate what he just read because from the corner of his vision, he realized how Leon's body was swaying, and he soon started falling unconscious.

"Leon!" He yelled and ran, sliding through the floor as the blond fell on him instead of the hard floor.

He sat up, his arms wrapped around Leon as he waited for one of them to wake up, but the male in his arms started shaking, his body convulsing as the black veins extended even more across his skin.

"Shit...! Ashley!" (M/n) reached his hand up to shake the girl awake, still holding tightly onto Leon in a futile way to help him calm down.

After the third rough shaking, Ashley woke up, hearing grunting and growls, along with rapid breathing and a voice other than Leon's, looking down to her left she saw (M/n) looking up at her with glossy eyes and a convulsing Leon in his arms. She rushed off the gurney, slightly dizzy for getting up so abruptly, and silently helped (M/n) lay Leon on the gurney she previously was on.

"Remove the parasite...! There's not much time left," (M/n) said as he struggled to keep Leon's body steady whilst Ashley got the machine working again.

Both of them endured Leon's screams and watched him writhe in pain as the parasite was removed from his body too.

The moment it ended, (M/n) fell to his knees next to him, hearing Ashley's boots clicking as she walked around the room.

"(M/n), I think I found something," she said walking closer to him, showing him a crumbled paper with markings in red. It was obviously a map, and it was marking their way out of the island.

"Well done, Ashley," (M/n) smiled up at her and she blushed a bit at the genuine praise.

Now they just had to wait for Leon to wake up.

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Ashley and (M/n) follow Leon's lead as he guides them forward on their way out, but as they arrive at the elevator, Leon stops them.

"Stay here, it won't be long," he tells Ashley who nods before turning toward (M/n), "Take care of her in case something happens."

(M/n) nodded too as they watched Leon descending.

Both of them watched how Leon got Ada down and how Saddler showed up, their hearts racing as they started feeling worried about Leon. But they didn't have anything to worry about, or well, at least for now.

As the fight against Saddler dragged on, (M/n)'s body started to feel weak, and soon he was no longer able to stay up, his legs giving up on him as he ended up falling against the things on the edge, making them fall off to the water.

"(M/n)!" Ashley screamed and held his hand before he could also fall into the ocean, dragging him toward the opposite wall. She continued to watch as (M/n)'s condition got worse, his body trembling before it started convulsing, just like how Leon was a short while ago.

Glancing back down at Leon, Ashley watched how he was fighting a version of Saddler that reminded her of a deep sea creature, the fight seemed pretty even, but she was also seeing how Leon seemed to be having some sort of superpower... Then again, she has seen Leon taking nasty hits and brushing them off like it was nothing, so she wasn't that surprised.

And now Saddler was gone for good. But (M/n) had also stopped moving, which worried her, and she made her way down to Leon, groans left her mouth as he struggled to drag (M/n) propped on her back.

"Leon!" The blond turned around after looking at the little teddy bear charm on the key Ada threw at him, and he was instantly worried, rushing forward to Ashley as he got the weight off of her, holding (M/n) up like he held him before.

"What happened?" Ashley shook her head, panicking.

"I don't know! He started convulsing and then he just suddenly stopped responding!" Leon was about to say something when a big explosion when off at the top of the mountain.

"We have go to, the island's about to blow."

Their ride down worked to bring (M/n)'s consciousness back slowly, his blurry sight focused on the metal floor under his feet. They got off the elevator and Ashley managed to dodge an infected going at her who fell to the ground and remained there, convulsing...

Ignoring the thought in their minds, Leon took them to the jet-ski he could see.

"Hold on, (M/n), we'll get you home," those words made his eyes open wide, completely stopping in his tracks, catching Leon off guard, "(M/n)?"

"I can't..." Leon blinked confused at those words, he couldn't what? "I can't go back home, Leon."

Raising his head, both Leon and Ashley gasped at (M/n)'s appearance. His eyes were bright red and bloodshot, pulsing black veins had already covered him from head to toe and everyone knew that it was too late to save him now.

"Just go, get home safe..." Leon shook his head, stubbornly refusing to allow himself the pain of knowing he lost (M/n) again, and this time, forever.

"No! No...! You're coming with us, we can... We can find someone- something that could help you- there has to be something that can be done-!" (M/n) held Leon's face in his hands, his icy cold touch contrasting with Leon's hot and sweaty skin.

"There's nothing that can help me, Leon, not anymore," he heard a distant explosion and he knew it was time to say goodbye, "But remember this..." He brushed his hair away from his face gently, his free hand reaching up to the chain around his neck, pulling it and breaking it, "I'll always love you, okay?"

Feeling a knot in his throat, (M/n) leaned closer and place a short kiss on Leon's slightly parted lips, his hand reaching for an empty pocket where he could place the now broken necklace.

"Live a happy life, Leon."

He said before gently pushing Leon, who fell on the jet-ski, where Ashley held him to prevent him from going after (M/n) who was making his way back to the elevator.

"No! (M/n)...!" The soul-breaking scream that echoed under the island was gonna be one that no one would ever forget, especially (M/n) as he was only able to witness the island collapsing on itself, praying during his last moments that Leon and Ashley make it back home safe.

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Leon found it hard to talk to Hunnigan on their way back until she told him she was sending a chopper to their coordinates asap.

He moved his hand to rub his right shoulder when he felt something slightly poking out of one of the pockets of his vest.

He grabbed it and immediately recognized it as (M/n)'s locket, he always had it with him, and said it brought him good luck.

He took a deep breath and opened it, his eyes filling with tears he looked at the picture and the message engraved on the inside.

'Live to be with him' it said and next was the first picture they had taken together, and he couldn't contain his tears anymore.

"Hunnigan..." He whispered, waiting for her to reply back, "I found Lieutenant Colonel (M/n) (L/n), he... He died saving us."

Hunnigan was speechless for a moment, "I'll... I'll let the higher-ups know, Leon."

He hummed and the call cut out, as he gripped the locket tightly in his hand, promising to himself that he will continue living to keep (M/n) alive, through his memory.

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I have a possible happier ending for this, but it depends

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Wicked Games

introduction, chapter 1

Summary: Chris is suffering from a nasty addiction and is desperate to find the right person to help him get out of it.

Warnings: slight smut, male receiving, cursing, drug use, alcohol use

WELCOME!! I was scared to post this, but then I was like, you know what? fuck it let’s do it. Anyway, this is my first EVER series on here I’m excited and nervous at the same time!

I hope you all enjoy this introduction!.. ig I’ll call it that.

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"Watch your teeth," Chris tells the girl who is currently on her knees in front of him, she looks up at him as he grabs a fist full of her hair guiding her head up and down. He throws his head back, "Fuck, there we go, much better,"

He looked back down at the girl as she swirled her tongue around the tip of his penis, making him groan. "Come on, don't tease me," He huffed, turning his head towards the door as he heard shuffling and laughter. He looked back at the girl who was still going to town on him and let his eyes roll to the back of his head, leaning his head back and looked up at the ceiling, feeling dizzy as his vision started to spin and all the laughter from the other side of the door seem far away.

Of course, it was edibles, a joint, and only who knows how many shots he was gone. But to him, he felt amazing, like nothing would feel better than how he felt right now. He loved every minute of his high and wished it would never go away, but it did, and that's when he turned miserable again.

He does take knowledge of his bad addiction, every time he thinks about it he feels about cleaning up and staying sober, but he always ends up not taking his own advice. What's terrible is that he blames people for his addiction, "nobody cares to even help me sober up or even care to encourage me to stop," He felt alone in this world and is in desperate need of someone to save him, he doesn't care who he just wants that somebody to care about him.

His high was ruined when the girl on her knees in front of him decided to scrape her teeth on him once again, he winced looking down at her, "Yeah, you're done here," He pushed her off of him earning a confused look from her. He picked up his pants, buttoning them back up, "Go bite someone else's dick," He hated when his high was ruined, it put him in a bad mood, but that didn't stop him from getting high again.

He walked out of the room, leaving the girl shocked, probably still on her knees. He didn't care.

"Smoke some, drink some pop one"

The song blasts through the house, which holds a party every year school starts. The house belongs to one of the popular hockey players, who invites Chris to every party he hosts. This is the time and place where Chris can easily let loose. He makes his way back to the corner where he always goes with his best buddy, Nate.

"Oh wow, that was quick," Chris laughed, eyeing the joint that was held in between Nate's fingers, "Give me that," He pointed to it. Nate shook his head, moving it away from him, "Nah, you stole my first one. You ain't taking this one," Chris's face dropped, "I almost got my dick eaten off, and you're seriously doing this to me?" Nate's eyes widened as he heard what Chris told him, but then he laughed, shaking his head.

"This is legit the second time you almost went dickless," Nate said to him. Chris looked away from him, watching people walk in and out of the house, "Just give me that damn blunt," He heard Nate scoff, taking another hit before passing it to Chris, who gladly took it from his hand, "Thats what I thought," Taking a hit immediately, Nate shakes his head eyeing him as he does so. The look he gives Chris is mixed with concern and disgust, He's worried about his best friend's health and his addiction, but also disgusted with himself, the guilt he feels washes through him constantly as he is always the one to supply him with stuff and never has the guts to say no.

Chris looked back at the crowd behind him, his eyes landed on someone he couldn't stand, and his face turned sour from even looking at him. Taking one last hit, he passed the blunt back to Nate.

"Life of the party arrived," Chris said, turning his head again towards where "the life of the party" was. Mateo Hansley, on the football team, everyone knows him, but Chris despises him ever since he found out his ex was cheating on him with him. To this day, his ex still tries her all to get him back, and he sometimes finds himself considering it, but Nate pushes him back from it, telling him it's not a good idea, "Oh how cute, I'm surprised his stuck up girlfriend is not with him," Chris looked back at Nate, "Who's that?" He asked him.

"You don't know? Y/n Laurier, snobby little bitch, cheer team," He still didn't have a clue, squinting at Nate, who sighed, looking over at Mateo, "Best friends with the girl you took to the room over there," Chris now had his eyebrows raised, "Damn well, I hope she knows her bestie loves to bite off dicks," Nate laughs at him shaking his head, finishing off the blunt before he gets up from his seat, patting Chris's shoulder, "Lucky you still have yours,"

"Come on mister I'm always feining, I think we need some air and maybe touch some grass while we're at it," Nate said to him as he began to walk through the crowd and towards the door that led to the back yard, Chris rolled his eyes. "I think I'm okay," He muttered, taking the seat where Nate was sitting before he got up. He observed the crowd in front of him, looking at the people dancing, taking shots, smoking, and seeing people making out with one another.

"You look lonely," He sat up straight and looked around, trying to figure out if he actually heard that or if it was just his high messing with him, but no, he found someone actually sitting next to him, A girl he had never seen before, she looked at him with raised eyebrows, he looked back at her with the same expression, he opens his mouth to say something back but she beats him to it, "I'm real, and I'm really sitting next to you" She laughs at him, he does the same rubbing his forehead while shaking his head.

"Um, are you okay?" He snaps back to reality for a bit, looking behind her at the group of girls taking shots together, the girl next to him stays staring at him, waiting for him to speak, Wow this guy is high in the clouds, her mind said. "Oh yeah, I'm perfect! Also, I’m not alone I'm with my friend," He smiled at her answering her question, watching her nod awkwardly, You can just get up and walk away you know.

He wondered why she was still sitting here, getting annoyed a bit. "So, like, the real question is, what are you doing here alone?" he asked her this time. Her eyes traveled all the way down to his shoes, examining him like he were some object. He looked away from her quickly, biting his lip so that he wouldn't curse her out.

"I'm not alone I'm actually with my boyfriend, but who knows where he is right now," She shrugged letting out a breath, he looked at her suspiciously now, "And who's that?" The question came out of his mouth slowly. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "Mateo Hansley," She answered, and he widened his eyes. Speak of the devil, holy shit.

"I need to touch some grass," he mutters before getting up quickly and walking away. She sits there confused, watching him walk out the door leading to the backyard. "Stoner," she shook her head but then shrugged. Standing on her feet now, she continues to search for her boyfriend.

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oh wow, yall read the whole thing???? was it good at least???

thank you so much for reading the introduction to my first series!! it’s short i know, but the chapters will be long, let me know what you guys think of it so far!

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luvangelbreak · 9 months ago

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, smut? (whoops), male!masturbation, abuse? (nothing heavy) word count: 2.5k a/n: y'all this is my first time attempting some sort of smut so if its bad GIVE ME A BREAK. i tried my gosh darndest i swear.

pov: layla

After staying at Downs with Matt and his friends for a few more hours, he and Chris dropped me at my house around 10 pm. I unbuckled my seatbelt as I leaned forward to put my elbows on the console between them as Chris hummed along to the song that he was playing on aux.

"Thanks for coming tonight," Matt smiled at me and I returned it quickly along with a nod.

"Thanks for letting me," I smiled up at him, my high slowly fading now that it had been a few hours since I smoked, "I'll see you guys at school."

They both returned their own versions of goodbyes as I slid out of the backseat, closing the door behind me. I sighed when I noticed my dad's car in the driveway, hoping that he was asleep already.

Much to my dismay, the moment I opened the front door and Matt drove away, I heard his footsteps travel down the hallway. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment as I closed the door behind me before I opened them again to see him standing there, swaying back and forth as he looked at me with dead eyes.

"Where were you?" he slurred, trying to sound angry but he just looked tired and out of it. I adjusted my phone in my pocket and looked over to him.

"I messaged you. I was at a friend's hockey game," I answered truthfully and he furrowed his eyebrows further as he took a step towards me making me tense. I didn't move from my place in front of the door, my body being frozen.

"Did you take the brick to Wes?" he asked me and I shook my head, hearing him huff as I looked at my feet.

"He said he wanted it tomorrow. I'll do it then," I answered quietly and I felt my breath catch in my throat as he stepped even closer to me.

"What did I say about mumbling?" he said through gritted teeth and I swallowed my nerves, lifting my head to see he was only a foot from me.

"I'll do it tomorrow," I answered him clearly and he just stared at me, a rage behind his eyes that was always misplaced. I knew he was never mad at me, I did everything he wanted me to, but he had to take his anger out on someone and I was always the only person around.

"You better start pulling your act together," he pointed a lazy finger at me, eyes drooping as he did so, "Or you will turn out like your bitch of a mother."

"Dad don't say that," I whispered shakily and he shook his head.

"What did I say about talking back?" his voice raised, making me flinch slightly but I continued to stare into his eyes, not backing down as he swayed in his spot.

"I'm sorry. I'll do better," I answered clearly, fitting the urge to throw him out of the house and lock him out.

"I'm going to bed. Don't fucking wake me up tomorrow," he grumbled, trudging back to his room and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I leaned against the front door, hearing his door slam as I closed my eyes. I reached around, locking both locks on the door before I waddled down to my room.

I closed the door behind me, flicking the lights on before I quickly got changed into clothes to sleep in. I looked in the mirror to take my makeup off and I forgot the 81 Matt had painted on my cheek was still there. It was slightly smudged but I smiled to myself, biting my lip before I grabbed a makeup wipe, scrubbing it off of my face before taking the rest of my eye makeup off.

I slid under my covers, checking my phone quickly to see a message from Wes.

Westy 10:21pm yo, when u dropping tmrw?

You 10:23pm probs around 6 that good w u?

Westy 10:24pm ye c u then

I sighed, locking my phone before plugging it in. I turned to stare at the ceiling, adjusting my pillow behind me as my mind travelled to the events of today. I didn't really want to go to Downs but I felt the need to go with Matt, feeling bad if I left immediately once the game ended.

I thought about when I took his phone and the fake anger on his face, making me smile to myself. I became bold when I was high and it wasn't until he was standing in front of me, I decided it would be fun to put his phone in my bra. The feeling of his fingers brushing against the skin of my stomach was enough to raise goosebumps on my skin and I felt like the air had left my lungs when his hand brushed against my boobs. I didn't think it through, now overthinking it and wondering if I went too far.

Was he uncomfortable and I didn't notice? Did he really not want to do it and I misread the situation? Did he hesitate because he was scared to touch me or because he found it unpleasant?

My mind circled with thoughts of anxiety and worry but soon enough, my mind fell to only the feeling of his hands on me as I drifted to sleep, hugging the pillow beside me.

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pov: matt

It took me forever to fall asleep, my mind falling to Layla every time I closed my eyes. I don't remember what time I fell asleep but when I woke up at 2 pm, I realised it would be exponentially harder to get my sleep schedule on track when I went back to school on Monday.

I spent the first hour awake just scrolling aimlessly on my phone before I decided to get up, seeing Chris and Nick sitting on the couch. I walked past the living room and walked into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water. I waltzed back into the living room, placing myself on the couch beside Nick.

"Nice of you to join us," Nick said sarcastically as he watched a random movie on the TV and I turned my head to look at him.

"It's the weekend, bro. Give me a break," I rolled my eyes, taking a sip of the water before screwing the cap back on.

"I'll give you a break when you stop putting your hand up Layla's shirt in the middle of a parking lot," Nick raised his eyebrows at me and I let my jaw hang open.

"Chris!" I yelled at him and he held his hands up in defence, "It wasn't like that."

"How is touching a girl's tits 'not like that'," Chris smiled and I rolled my eyes, flopping back into the couch.

"She took my phone and put it in her bra. She said the only way I was getting it back was if I grabbed it. So I did," I explained and Nick and Chris shared a look before they both looked at me.

"She would've given it back eventually. She can't hold your phone hostage," Nick deadpanned and I pursed my lips, crossing my arms over my chest as I sank further down into the couch.

"Well, I wanted my phone and I got it. End of story," I mumbled before I heard Chris's chuckle. They didn't say anything further, turning their attention away from me as I stared blankly at the wall.

My mind drifted to her again, the feeling of her skin against my fingertips. I squeezed my eyes shut, letting my head fall back onto the couch as I tried to get her out of my mind. I felt like I was in middle school and just discovered a girl's body for the first time, the tent in my sweatpants making it obvious that I was losing my mind over this girl.

I grabbed a blanket, pulling it over my body to hide my now very obvious boner from Chris and Nick. I tried to picture anything else, the classic of my grandma or my brothers doing some stupid shit but to no avail, my mind always travelled back to her.

I wondered what she would look like laying in my bed in nothing but my shirt or what sounds she would make as I slid my hands down her body. I wondered whether she would be loud and dominating or quiet and submissive, my mind leaning towards the former considering she called me a good boy last night.

Good boy.

My mind wouldn't stop reeling her words in my head and I quickly shot up from the couch, throwing the blanket off of myself as I walked out of the room.

"Where you going?" Chris asked me.

"Shower," I quickly responded, not looking back at him as I made a B-line for the bathroom.

I turned on the shower, quickly sliding my clothes off before I stepped in, the warm water covering my skin. I looked down at the tattoos covering my waist, imagining her hands running along them delicately. I groaned, hitting my forehead against the wall of the shower to rid my thoughts.

I never intended to think about her like this, I wanted to be friends, but it was hard to feel that way when everything she did drew me towards her. It started with her eyes, peering up at me with judgement and confusion before it turned to happiness and seductiveness, whether that was her intent or not didn't matter in my brain.

When she bit her lip, the soft pink skin that I wanted nothing more than to bite into right now. I wrapped my hand around the base of my dick, hissing when I felt how hard I was as I pulsed in my own hand. Keeping my head against the wall, I started stroking myself slowly as I panted lightly.

I imagined my hand as hers, her delicate fingers working their way around me easily as the water made it easier to glide over the skin. I let my eyes fall closed, thinking of her brown eyes looking up at me in pleasure before I bucked my hips into my own hand.

I mentally slapped myself for thinking about her like this but I couldn't stop myself. She was bad for me, I knew that, but it made me want her all that much more. Something I shouldn't have being mine was what drew me to her more every day. The way she was so different from me, her life so different from mine, tempted me towards her in ways I hadn't realised until now. The thrill of doing something you shouldn't was intoxicating.

I groaned as I thrusted into my hand, the pleasure building in my stomach as I imagined her in front of me, nails running down my back as her body would press against mine. The way her face would be contorted in pleasure and back arching in bliss. The beautiful noises that would fall from her lips, calling my name back to me to let me know I was the one who could make her feel such a way.

I let out a small whine, almost feeling her arms around me as I came undone and slowed my pace, pumping myself steadily as my tip became red and sensitive. I hissed pulling my hand away from myself as I sighed.

I quickly finished my shower, deciding I didn't have the energy to shave again and just washed my face regularly. I turned off the shower, stepping out and drying myself off. After wrapping my towel around my waist, I picked my clothes up from the floor and exited the bathroom.

I entered my bedroom moments later, shutting the door behind me while shaking my head and throwing my dirty clothes in the laundry. I picked out some sweatpants and a pink shirt, realising I wasn't going anywhere important today.

I sat down at my desk, opened my laptop and played a random playlist on Spotify as I started studying to the best of my ability. Before I knew it an hour had passed and I had barely written anything on the page when I heard a knock at my door.

"Yeah?" I called out, not bothering to turn around. I heard the door open, catching my attention and Chris waltzed into my room, throwing himself on my bed.

"What are you doing?" he asked, typing something on his phone as I spun around again.

"Trying to study," I mumbled, tapping my pen against the table as I looked down at the empty page, my thoughts blank when looking at the numbers.

"Since when do you struggle to study," Chris mumbled as I heard him shift on my bed. I looked over to see him now laying on his stomach, his head at the end of the bed that was close to me.

"Since now I guess," I sighed, slumping back in my seat as I placed my hands on my head.

"Someone's pussy whipped," Chris mumbled and I frowned at him, noticing a small smirk on his lips making me roll my eyes.

"Yeah, I'm pussy whipped over a girl I haven't even hugged. Nice thinking genius," I answered sarcastically and he once again, shifted on my bed to sit up, crossing his legs over each other.

He shrugged, looking at me with tired eyes as he said, "So ask her out?"

"What happened to thinking she was a psychopath?" I asked, squinting my eyes at him and he shrugged once again.

"Maybe I judged too early. She seems chill around you," he answered and I turned my head towards my desk, biting my lip to hide my triumphant smile. I got rid of the smile on my lips before I looked at him again and he said jokingly, "As long as you don't start breaking our sober streak."

"Does one puff of a cigarette count as breaking the sober streak?" I asked hesitantly and I saw his eyebrows furrow.

"What?" he asked, leaning forward so his elbows were on his knees as he looked at me sceptically.

I sighed, running my hand down my face as I mumbled, "That day I went to McDonald's with her. She was smoking and I don't know why but I took it and tried it."

"Matt," Chris groaned and I threw my hands out in front of me.

"I don't know why I did it! It was fucking awful anyway," I explained and he shook his head, clear disappointment, "She just made it look so easy."

"She's already fucking you up," he shook his head, his distaste for her once again peeking through as I sighed.

"It's not her fault. I'm the fucking idiot that didn't think before I did it," I groaned and adjusted my shirt as it rode up my back from sliding down the chair.

"Yeah, you are a fucking idiot," he shook his head, a smile falling onto his lips before mumbling, "Pussy whipped."

"Fuck off!" I threw my pen at him as he jumped off of my bed and ran out of my room giggling like a little kid.

"Nick he's pussy whipped!" I heard him call out to our brother as he jogged down the hall and I rolled my eyes, placing my forehead on my desk in despair.

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divinelolita · 1 year ago

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nah cause listenn

subtop bratty tom kaulitz😍(couldn't remember the bill one so i'll give you a freaking tom one instead.) maybe he's flirting with other girls at a club event or party and he knows that reader(male btw) doesn't enjoy it when he does that because he knows tom is doing it just to annoy him knowing he would say he'd stop bro😚

so reader pulls him into the bathroom or wherever you choose and rides tom until his dick(that feels so weird to say cuz i usually say wiener💀) feels limp and reader is making sure toms not touching him in any way and you can add some other stuff if you'd likeee

can be a full fic or your bullet points do you bae😘

bro I got butterflies reading that omg 😨😨..my writing (esp for smut) isn't good at all but ill try just 4 u 😋.

SUBTOP! TOM KAULITZ X MALE READER

(contains nsfw themes so if you don't like that please don't read!)

M/N couldn't help but glare at Tom, watching as the dreadhead flirted with some girl and brushed his fingertips up her arm. Watching how he would push a strand of her hair behind her ear. Or how he would give her that smile- that damned smile- that made her stutter on her words. M/N didn't even know why they were at this club in the first place, something about Tom wanting tobspend time with the band. M/N wouldn't have care if Tom wasn't being such a dick and flirting with random strangers. The voice of Tom telling M/N he 'wouldn't do it' anymore echoed in his head. Bullshit. The (color) haired boy took another sip of his drink, barley tasting the flavour as he watched Tom turn his head, ever so slightly, I the direction of M/N. He could faintly see a smirk on Tom's face, before the dreadhead turned back to the girl infront of him.

M/N grit his teeth, silently fuming as he felt a hot flush wash over his face. His clothes felt too hot on his body. Deep down he knew Tom didn't really like the girl- or he hoped he didn't. Tom just loved to get a rise out of him, seeing M/N's reaction to what he did. By now M/N would have stepped in, going to stand by Tom and silently scold him. But M/N really, really wanted to see just how far Tom would go. He watched as the boy glided his hands down the girls waist, slightly swaying to the beat of the song playing in the background. M/N nearly dropped his drink as he watched the girl put her arms around Tom's neck, pulling herself closer. He could hear Georg faintly whispering to him, but he just couldn't pay enough attention to his friend.

M/N forced down a hard swallow, contemplating if he should step in now or layer, but Tom had already made that choice for him. The (color) haired boy watched, to his dismay, as Tom started to lean in slightly, inches away from the girls face. M/N abruptly stood up, Georg looking up at him with concern. The brunette watched as M/N stalked over to Tom, letting his hand drop on the dreadheads shoulder making him jump slightly. He felt M/N's fingers dig into him. To couldn't help but grin slightly as he turned to the boy heind him slowly. "Your brother wants you." M/N grinded out, trying to sound cold and unbothered although Tom could tell he was anything but.

He silently apologized to the girl he was holding as he slugged away his hands from her waist. The girl frowned for a minute before turning to her side, going back to her own group of friends. As soon as she dissapeared, M/N tugged at Tom's arm and dragged him away. "Aggh..!" Tom groaned silently, trying to keep up with your fast pace. "Ermm... Wha'cha so mad at me for?" he teased, knowing damn well what you were so angry at. "Shut up." You murmured, getting closer to the nearest bathroom. Tom's eyes widened- he actually expected you to at least pull him to the car! "Woah woah-wait-" he started, trying to pull away from your grip a he pouted, although you ignored him and dragged him in, pushing him back into the stall. His eyes widened like saucers.

"Not even gonna try to go to the car?" He chuckled, although it sounded more nervous than his usual confident self. "Stop being such a fucking brat and sit." You spoke, pulling off your shoes as you began to undo your belt. He flushed, before clearing his throat as he lazily tossed his head to the side, grinning. "Or what..?" he mumbled, his voice low and throaty as he felt himself get slightly hard. He shrank back a little as you glared at him, quirking an eyebrow. "What was that?" you pondered aloud, stilling your movements. "... Yessir." he whispered, sitting down as he also undid his belt.

You both pulled your pants off and tossed them to the side. You stood infront of him, rubbing his cheek with your thumb as he blushed, shuddering under your strong gaze. ".. Lube?" you muttered, a finger going down to tease the head of his cock. He gasped slightly, trying to hold back from bucking up. "N-no.." he whined quietly. You groaned to yourself, tapping a finger to Tom's thigh asvyou thought to yourself. You griamced at the idea, but there's no way your going raw. You leaned down, onto your knees as you spat on his dick, going to rub it all over. He whimpered, his thighs already shaking as he panted slightly. "M/N- oh god.." his hand went to reach for your hair, butyou swatted his hand away with your free hand and tightened your grip.

"No." you muttered, looking him dead in the eye. His eyes widened again, flickering side to side from your (colored) ones. "B-but-" you shushes him, squeezing his thigh soft enough that it wouldn't leave a bruise, but hard enough to hurt like a bitch. He silenced himself, throwing his head back as you continued to move your hands. Once you felt he was slippery enough, you thanked the gods that you had prepped earlier today (cuz I'm not writing allat lol). You rose from your earlier position, going to seat yourself. "AHH!" he moaned, before covering his mouth with hisvhand trying to keep quiet due to being in an open space. You smiled to yourself, only having taken half of him in.

You griamced as you lowered yourself more, feeling him fill you up. You heard soft whimpers come from his mouth as he squeezed his eyes shut for a second before he locked eyes with you. Once you were at the bottom of his base, you let out a soft moan a you shivered in delight. He squeezed his eyes once again, expecting you to move, but when you didn't he blinked up at you with glossy eyes, playing with the lip ring he had. "Ughhh.. Move!" he whined, his hand traveling to your waist to try to get you going, but he whimpered as you smacked his hands away. "No." you repeated once again. "This is for going against your words, don't touch me." you declared, holding back a giggle as you saw how pitiful his face looked, his eyes widening as he looked at you shocked. "W-what?! That's n-not fair!" he whined, furrowing his eyebrows. He gasped loudly as you sat almost all the way back up before slamming back down, making him cry out. "No? I think it's very fair.." you mutter, continuing bouncing up and down. He moaned loudly, throwing his head back.

"You can't just say things and not go along with them.." you ground out, moaning softly as you shuddered in pleasure. "Ughhhnnn... M/N..!~" he said inbetween pants, his eyes rolling back. He yelped loudly as you quickened your pace, going faster and faster. "Oh fuck- fuck fuck fuck fuck!" he whimpered, thighs shaking uncontrollably. You moaned loudly, whining softly to yourself as you leaned in to peck his lips quickly, but he put his hands on your neck. You stilled your movements, making him whine at the loss pleasure. "No... Keep going!" he ground out, trying to buck his hips upwards. You put pulled away from his hands, before putting your own on his shoulder as you gripped tightly. "Why are you being such a brat? What did I say about touching me?" you raised an eyebrow as you cocked your head to the side.

"Mmmmnnh.. I'm s-sorry!" he hiccuped, panting softly. You hummed, going back to the pace you he was screaming at. "AGGH!" he shouted, bucking his hips up to match your pace. You shushed him, although you couldn't help but let out a few moans yourself. "So good for me... such a good boy." you mumbled, rubbing your hand over his chest as you picked up the pace yet again, if that was even possible. You felt his dick twitch inside of you, a warning he was getting close. You smiled to yourself, an idea in mind. You grabbed onto his shoulders as you went faster, going all the way up to the tip before going all the way back down. Tom moaned, his eyes screwed shut. "Oh... M/N! M/N, M/N! I love you-" he shouted at the end, cumming deep inside you with a howl. His dick felt limp and soft now, as he waited for you to get up off him. But no- you continued your movements.

"Mmngnn! M-M/N??" he wailed, feeling overstimulated as his dick began to harden again. He whined loudly as the pleasure mixed with pain. "I haven't came yet. Don't be so selfish." you snarked, going back to a pace you loved.

You were gonna be here for some time, although Tom wasn't complaining.

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themaladpativedaydreamer · 2 years ago

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Bad Liar

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Male Reader Genre: Fluff A/N: No one asked for it but I felt inspired so share your thoughts please. Song Inspiration: Bad Liar - Selena Gomez.

I was walking down the street the other day Tryna distract myself But then I see your face Oh wait, that's someone else

Y/n was on his way to school thinking about anything and everything except for him. Recently, he had developed a crush and a strong one too, it took everything not think about him, fantasise about him. He was doing pretty well until in the distance he saw him, before being pulled into thoughts about him. How he always wore flannel shirts and would always ride around in his old sky blue truck, suddenly a loud car horn pulled Y/n out of his thoughts.

Embarrassed at the stares, Y/n rushed out of the way of the car and looked back to where he thought he saw his crush only to see another person. Y/n sighed thankfully that his crush didn’t see him almost get runover. He paced his way to his locker and started switching out his books but stopped when he noticed the regular group of people standing by Scott McCall’s locker. He let his gaze stop on the brown-haired human.

Oh oh, tryna play it coy Tryna make it disappear But just like the battle of Troy There's nothing subtle here, oh oh

“You know if you keep staring, you might burn a hole in his head.” Bree, Y/n’s friend, said, breaking Y/n out of his gaze. “One word. One word and I can set her pretty little hands on fire.” He gritted through his teeth, seeing Malia’s hand in Stiles’ made him slightly upset. “Careful, baby witch. Look at what you’re doing.” Bree informed, making Y/n aware of the flickering lights causing him to turn and face his locker, controlling his powers.

“You need to find a way to control those feelings of yours before they get you exposed.” Bree suggested. “I’ll be fine. It was just a little hiccup, nothing to worry about.” Y/n denied, closing his locker and locking arms with Bree. They both walked past Scott’s locker and Y/n snuck a glance at Stiles but was surprised to see him looking at him. Stiles gave Y/n a greeting nod but Y/n shyly looked away and continued on his way to class. “Why didn’t you say ‘hello’ back?” Bree asked, whispering incredulously. “Because I was caught off-guard.” Y/n answered, whispered back afraid the werewolves would hear.

In my room there's a king size space Bigger than it used to be If you want you can rent that place Call me an amenity, oh oh Even if it's in my dreams, oh

Y/n arrived at the door to his next class and stood outside talking to Bree. “Since when are you interested in a relationship anyways?” she asked, waiting for the bell to ring. “Because I feel ready, and I want to have someone.” Y/n replied, hopelessly. “And that someone is, Stilinski?” Bree questioned, judgementally. “Don’t judge me.” Y/n complained, as he entered the classroom and took a seat at his table.

Ooh you're taking up a fraction of my mind Oooooh every time I watch you serpentine

Oh I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin' Oh tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin' Not to think about you No, no, no, no, not to think about you No, no, no, no, I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin' Oh tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin' Not to give in to you No, no, no, no, not to give in to you.

With my feelings on fire Guess I'm a bad liar

Y/n sat in front of Stiles, a strategy in trying to get over him, unfortunately Stiles sat directly behind him so that he could sit next to Scott. Y/n had kept his head down and focused on his work, waiting for his test results that the teacher was busy handing out. Y/n had received his test results and mentally celebrated his excellent results. In this moment, there was no thought of Stiles Stilinski until he felt a tap on his shoulder from behind.

He turned around and his eyes meet brown, chocolate ones. “I saw your test score. You did pretty great.” Stiles complimented with a smile, “Thank you, Stiles.” Y/n thanked, nervously. “Please don’t disturb others, Mr Stilinski.” The teacher reprimanded, with a look. “Sorry teach!” Stiles mockingly apologised, giving Y/n a wink to which he returned with a blush and a smile before turning to face the front again. He was hoping that no werewolf in the class was listening to his heartbeat.

I see how your attention builds It's like looking in a mirror Your touch like a happy pill But still all we do is fear, oh oh What could possibly happen next? Can we focus on the love? Paint my kiss across your chest If you're the art, I'll be the brush

Y/n sat with Bree on the stands watching Beacon Hills High play against Devenford Prep in a lacrosse game. The match was heated as they were tied and there only two minutes on the clock. The stands were watching with bated breath until Stiles suddenly scored a goal causing the stands to erupt in excitement. Time was up and the game was over, people rushed off the stands. “I’m gonna find Greenberg. See you later.” Bree said, giving Y/n a kiss on the cheek before leaving him.

“Hey Y/n! You came to watch the game?” Mr Stilinski asked, approaching him. “I did, my friend wanted to watch her boyfriend and needed some company.” He answered his neighbour. “You need a ride, home?” the sheriff offered, but before he could answer Stiles excitedly appeared. “Well done, my son scored the winning goal!” Mr Stilinski boasted, causing Stiles to roll his eyes before noticing Y/n’s presence. “Congrats Stiles.” Y/n cooly said, giving him a smile and earned one in return with a thanks.

And oh baby let's make Reality, actuality, a reality Oh baby let's make Reality, actuality, a reality Oh

Y/n watched Stiles walked toward Malia and give her a hug before closing his eyes and looking in the other direction. He rejected Noah’s offer for a ride home and decided to walk. “Hey Y/n! Wait up!” a voiced called to him from behind, on his walk. He turned to the voice and lo and behold, there was Stiles running up to him still in his lacrosse uniform. “You know it’s dangerous to walk alone in the middle of night.” Stiles warned as he reached Y/n who didn’t look him in the eye.

“Well you know me, I live for danger.” Y/n joked before sneezing and rubbing his arms. “I actually don’t know you.” Stiles disagreed, as he placed his lacrosse jacket over Y/n’s shoulders to get him warm.

“We’re not friends so you’re not expected to.” Y/n responded, holding the jacket around his figure as the scent of Stiles’ cologne became stronger.

“Well, we should hang out sometime. You can bring Bree and I can bring my friends. So that we can all be friends. What about tomorrow?”

And there was the word that made Y/n’s heart sting: Friends. In that moment he remembered why he couldn’t be with Stiles and so the wise decision would be reject to the offer and forget about Stiles Stilinski entirely. “It’s a date. Bye and thank you for walking me home.” Y/n quickly said before entering his house and shutting the door on Stiles’ face. He made his way to his room and once inside he noticed something in his full-length mirror.

He was still wearing Stiles’ lacrosse jacket. And he heard a ding from his phone and pulled it out see a message: You looked too cute wearing my jacket for me to ask for it back. See you on our date tomorrow 😉 – Stiles.

With my feelings on fire Guess I'm a bad liar.

#Stiles Stilinski x male reader #Teen Wolf x male reader #Stiles Stilinski imagines #Teen Wolf imagines #x male reader

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fatfables · 4 months ago

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More Than Jake

Columbus, Ohio, 2042.

Jake Joseph-Jackson, thirty five years old, 678 lbs, sits in his armchair in his house. He is dead. His favourite sixth wave ska band is still playing on his antique record player. The upbeat tempo of the triple trombones is ill-befitting the scene. The lively record continues to spin, pumping out songs in major key, unlike his heart. His bloated face is as grey as the November sky outside. Rain drizzles down his window. Piss drizzles down his inner thigh and stains the cushion of his chair. Only three minutes earlier he had been singing along to the lyrics of his new favourite song. Now jaundice is setting into his bare swollen feet. Whatever he was doing before is irrelevant, for Jake it is over.

The heart attack was massive and came without warning. He felt it, but only for a few brief seconds. The worst pain ever, followed by….. His eyes are open, sunken. His teeth stained yellow by Cheez-Its and cigarettes. The TV is on but muted. Jake still has a TV. If he had known he might have questioned. He had been promised. Promises worth no more than the shit in the sewer below him. The inevitable conclusion of a life of excess. Another dead fat Surplus loser.

All his best friends were gainerheads. That’s how he’d gotten into it, like so many others. Where were those friends now? The carpet was as brown as his chair. A teen with low self-esteem he had found comfort in food and solace in his size. Sexual attention based on his growth. It fed him. Gaining was his life, it had taken over it. It took it. This was the life he’d chosen?

The wind blew his letterbox open. It slammed closed with a bang. He still has a letterbox. The sixty ounce cappuccino next to him is now cold. Who wants a cold cappuccino? The chair sags under his weight. Whoever comes to take him out will not thank him. The only son of a single mother he was born by caesarean section. Cut into and out of the world. When he was young he had believed himself to be a hero, a liberator of the obese. Now he was the one who had been liberated. Thick dry grey lips, unkissed. The trumpet played. The carpet once cream, from the 2000’s, browned from age and the reality of death where he sat. A scene of misery punctuated by bass and treble.

He had bought the house with his inheritance. He had considered himself fortunate when his Mom died young. He had no one to not care for him. His gainer friends would just consider him weak. Not worthy of more. Giving in at only 678 lbs? They were clearly superior. They would continue to eat, and continue to grow. Continue to gain more than Jake. His phone buzzes. The delivery is five minutes away. It doesn’t matter, his card was precharged.

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thealphashitter · 3 months ago

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A Bother | Five X Male Reader | Chapter Four

“Oh my god, I’m so, so sorry are you okay?” Y/N said, taking a few moments to realize who was in front of him. He made eye contact with Five for what felt like eternity before he stood up and walked away into an alley around 20ft away from where they originally were.

Y/N after the shock disappeared he ran into the alley where he saw Five enter mere moments ago but found that there was nobody there. “What the fuck…” Y/N said as he looked around. “Hello? Five?” Y/N shouted into the empty alleyway. Maybe Marcy was right, maybe it was the missing Umbrella Academy kid. But wouldn’t he be a lot older? None of this made any sense, he wondered what really was going on-

Y/N’s thoughts were interrupted by a raccoon knocking over a few bottles, causing Y/N to jump. What was he thinking about? He couldn’t remember as the raccoon crawled closer to him, hissing. It probably wasn’t that important. “Hey there little guy” Y/N said as he rubbed his index and thumb together. Making a spspsps sound.

The raccoon hissed a bit more before running back deeper into the alley. Whatever, maybe he’ll try befriending him another day. He stood up slowly, watching the raccoon before turning out of the alleyway.

Y/N didn’t really know where to go, all he knew is that he didn’t want to be in that house. He took out his phone and earbuds and plugged it in, hitting the youtube app and clicking on ‘My Mix’ in the mixes section of youtube and shoved it back in his pocket, hoping that it wouldn’t get too jostled around and turn off or switch the songs randomly.

Eventually Y/N got texted by his mother that dinner was ready and he headed back. Eating dinner before brushing his teeth and going to bed, dreading the next school day to come.

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Y/N walked into his first class after an uneventful breakfast by himself. Why did his first class have to be Algebra of all things? He wasn’t necessarily bad at it but he sure did not understand it. He’s still passing but not with good grades, just barely above a D.

Y/N noticed that everybody was in different seats than usual and looked to see what teacher he had and silently cheered as he realized he had a substitute today. And it was Mrs. Evans, the sweetest and nicest person working in this entire place. He took a free seat in the middle row closest to the window.

Y/N Watched as the classroom slowly filled up with his classmates, keeping an eye out for the elusive and mysterious Five. Y/N’s words, not mine. He remembered in the back of his mind that he shared all of his classes with Five which was a weird coincidence. He silently hoped he’d sit near him so he could bother his new crush.

Y/N was disappointed as he saw Mrs. Evans closes the door, with Five nowhere in sight. He was about to give up and take a nap when he heard a quiet knock on the door. Him and a few of his other classmates as well as Mrs. Evans looked up and there were Five, waiting outside the classroom for somebody to open the door. Mrs. Evans got up to open the door for him, he nodded a small thanks to Mrs. Evans as he walked into the room. Y/N could tell Five was scanning the room for an empty seat. Y/N waved his hand to get Five’s attention and point to the empty seat in front of him. Five looked around, seeing as there were no more chairs he sat in front of Y/N.

Y/N waited for Mrs. Evans to finish taking attendance, telling us to stay quiet and just do whatever. After she was done talking Y/N quickly tapped on Five’s shoulder. Five turned around and gave Y/N a glare. “What do you want?” Five snapped harshly. “Geez, chill out, have a snicker” Y/N said as he dug into his pocket and pretended to hand Five a snicker.

Five stared at the other boy's hand and back to him, causing Y/N to giggle quietly. Five went back to glaring at Y/N as Y/N continued to giggle. “Oh you don’t want it? I’ll take it then.” Y/N pretended to open the imaginary snickers and eat it. Five looked at him with a look of confusion and disgust. “Damn dude, are you okay? You constipated or something?” Y/N said as he looked Five up and down. “What? No I- What do you want.” Five stuttered out before just asking Y/N flat out. “Nothing, I just want to bother the hot new kid.” Y/N said, pretending to admire his nails.

Five’s face went red with Y/N assumed it was a mixture of flustered and angry. Y/N let out a slight smirk as Five just went quiet. “Anyways, how are you doing on this fine morning, sir Five?” Y/N asked with a fake British accent. Five rolled his eyes before answering, his face going back to its regular pale shade. “Fine. You?” Five said through gritted teeth which did not deter Y/N. “Pretty good, I have some eye candy I’m munching on right now so I’m feeling great.” Y/N said as he propped his chin on his hands, his gaze not leaving Five’s eyes.

Five rolled his eyes again. Y/N reckoned that his eyes were gonna fall out at this point, which obviously did not happen. “And this eye candy is going to eat you alive if you don’t shut the fuck up.” Five said as he leaned towards Y/N. Y/N’s eyes widened before he composed himself and let out the word “Out?” He said with confidence.

“What?” Five said, backing up a bit with a confused look on his face. “Are you gonna eat me out alive? I’d imagine you’d do so while I’m alive or that’d make you a necrophiliac.” Y/N said, a small smile threatening to spill on his lips. Five just gave him a look of disgust. “What the fuck is wrong with you.”

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I hope you enjoy this, sorry it took so long

#fanfic #male reader #number five #x male reader #five x male reader #tua

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wolvesandfoxes25 · 1 year ago

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Part 3:

Jerking Geralt off slowly was near a religious experience for Jaskier, the length of him hot and heavy in his palm.

The Witcher panted lightly against his lips as his stroking picked up a little.

Suddenly, Geralt’s hand folded over his, stopping his movements altogether.

“Jaskier.” He grumbled, licking dry lips.

The bard furrowed his eyebrow, stealing another kiss quickly.

“Are you alright?” He asked quietly, his heart pounding.

Geralt just looked at him, moving himself out of Jaskiers space, wincing when he connected with the boulder behind him.

“Before we go further, Jask. I need you to know something.”

The brunette nodded his head, nervousness taking over the passion that had been building in his veins.

“You know I would give my like for Ciri. I almost did on that beach. Had Vilgefortz delt me anymore blows, I wouldn’t be having this conversation with you right now.”

Jaskier felt the words like a slap in the face.

Choking, he looked away from the Witcher, out into the trees, trying to not let that darkness that started to consume him outside Brokilon, consume him now.

He didn’t want to hear how close to death Geralt had truly come.

“I know.” He managed to mumble, the words getting stuck like honey in his throat.

“Finding her when we leave here could come to that.” Geralt continued softly, and Jaskier wanted to tell him to shut the fuck up. He didn’t want to hear anymore.

“W-W-Why are you saying these things, Geralt?” Jaskier bit out, frustration and dread eclipsing his tone, turning it into something of a grating noise.

Silence.

“I know what you went through with Rience.”

Blanching, Jaskier moved backwards, hitting the adjacent rock, his fingers trembling beneath the stillness.

“You didn’t go into detail, and I’m not asking for it now, but I know it was for information regarding Ciri and I.”

Silence.

Unclamping his jaw, Jaskier thought he heard his teeth creak at the intensity of how he held them together.

“So what if it was? I d-didn’t-”

He had to stop, the water around him feeling too hot against his skin. Reaching out blindly, he gripped the rock to the right of his body, sucking in air he felt was no longer getting into his lungs easily.

“Jaskier.”

That deep voice that trickled through his dreams, and sometimes nightmares, called out to him through the thickness of his panic and he whimpered.

Fingers touched his upper arm and he jolted, trying to shove the feeling away from his person.

“Take steady breaths, Jask. Not too fast.”

Shaking his head, he heard the words and applied them.

It worked.

If only enough to get Jaskier back a place of coherency.

“Are you alright?” Geralt asked gently, long fingers moving up to grip his chin, turning blue eyes to meet gold.

Shaking, Jaskier took a more steadying breath and nodded.

“I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m only trying to make you see the realism in this situation.”

Jaskier narrowed his eyes at the other man, anger starting to wedge itself into his breastbone.

“I don’t need you to give me a rundown of the danger I find myself in, Geralt.”

The Witcher stared at him, as if he was trying to study the reactions he might pull out with his next statement.

“When we leave here, you’re a wanted man. There’s no more singing in taverns, no more making new songs to pan out to the masses. This is it.”

Jaskier just stared back at him, almost in challenge.

“What are you getting at here, Geralt? You think I don’t know any of that? That I’m the same eighteen-year-old you tried to brush off in Posada?”

Geralt scowled.

“Well, I’m not. That innocence got stripped out of me long ago. And that was for the best, a life with you isn’t easy. But I never signed up for easy, now did I? All I’ve ever wanted is to be at your side.”

The silver haired male looked back over him, his eyes burning.

“You can have that life in court, with musicians and courtesans. After all you’ve been through Jask, you deserve it.”

Jaskier felt his emotions surge up his throat, his eyes starting to water.

“Are you trying to get rid of me? Again? Am I still shoveling the shit, Geralt?”

The Witcher snarled at the insinuation, raking a hand through his messy hair as it fell across his forehead.

Tears fell down Jaskiers cheeks as he glowered at the man across from him.

How could love be so painful?

So…consuming.

“I’m trying to give you a choice!” Geralt snapped, voice high pitched, nothing like it usually was.

Jaskier wiped his eyes, taking a deep breath, a sob getting stuck in his throat.

Silence.

“I’ve loved you since I first set eyes on you, Geralt. The big, broody wanker in the corner. I love how you never back down, how you try to hide the best of yourself. I love how you care even when you shouldn’t. Everything good about you came out of all the bad things that happened to you. Such a rarity in todays fucked up world, Gods, I couldn’t help but fall in love with you.”

The birds in the trees were the only sound you could hear at that moment.

“It used to be a want, to be by your side. Now, it’s a need. I need to be here, with you. You’re the only one I’ve ever felt that way about. Not the Countess, not my own blood kin, not Radovid, just you.”

Silence.

“You don’t have to love me back. I’m not looking for a big, grand confession. My love for you doesn’t and won’t change anything. I know that.”

It hurt, saying that last sentence. But, it was the truth. His love wouldn’t go away because it wasn’t reciprocated. He had tried over the years to let go of it, but, Gods above, he couldn’t.

Silence.

Jaskier chanced a look over at Geralt, but the white haired mans gaze was elsewhere, far off into the trees.

“I’ll go.” He murmured, getting out of the water, pruned to all hell.

He didn’t get far before Geralt was on him, a shaking hand clutching his hair, melding their lips together.

It felt like a storm against his mouth, strong arms wrapping around his trim waist.

Geralt backed him up, the water sloshing around them, creating little waves that ran over their skin.

When his back hit a rock, he felt the lips leave his, and a trembling forehead press against his.

“I wish I was better with words.”

Jaskier huffed out a laugh, breathing in Geralt’s air, relishing in the overwhelming peace that flowed through his bloodstream at his proximity.

That’s how it had always been, when the Witcher was around.

Jaskier could feel it in his bones, in his gut.

He used to hate it. It only brought him pain. He remembered seeking refuge in alcohol after the mountain disaster, wanting to drown his sorrows in the bottle.

It never helped.

Shaking his head, he let those memories go. They didn’t matter. What mattered was the here and now.

“I’m not going anywhere, you boar. I’m here, and if that means certain death or imprisonment to get our girl back, then so be it.”

Geralt chuckled, weaving his hand back into Jaskiers hair.

“I’d die for you as well, you know.” He muttered, and Jaskier…well, he had a poet's heart. What the hell else was he supposed to do but cry?

This was supposed to be a sexy adventure into the hot spring. Jaskier wiped his eyes and leaned forward taking Geralt’s lips again.

“We came here to fuck, didn’t we? If you’re still feeling up to it?” He mumbled, moving the man’s hair out of the way to lay his lips against the pale skin of his throat.

A shuddered nod made Jaskier groan as he reached down and gripped Geralt once again.

TBC in part 4.

I had wanted this to be nothing but pure filth but decided to give Jaskier a chance to confess his feelings, because that's important. It's not just sex between them..

#geraskier #geralt and jaskier #jaskier #geralt x jaskier #fanfic #geralt of rivia #spoilers #confessions #manly tears #crying #the witcher season 3

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knightyoomyoui · 2 years ago

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[ONE-SHOT SPECIAL] Mina x M & F Reader - “Out Of Goodbyes”

A/N: This is just a short one-shot with 2k words. I made a bonus one-shot special ft. Mina for both my male and female readers to fill up the gap that Part 2 of CFM series left in Set 5. Like I said in my announcement, my phone got broken and currently I can't be able to send it to a repair shop yet due to financial issues. All of my plot outlines for CFM series, 1% Of Chances book and even my summary also for my upcoming and remaining entries for Set 5 are also in there so sad to say for my readers there, especially the male ones who are anticipating for the Part 2 of CFM series which is originally should be the next update of mine but due to unforeseen circumstances, I wasn't able to make one yet. Probably it might be moved instead to the Set 6 lineup rather. It still makes me disappointed and disheartened also at how sudden the bad luck just happened to me but I don't have any choice yet but to create a new revised plot for the CFM series and 1% of Chances as I apply still some parts of the original plot that I still remember in there. In addition, I'm going to focus more first on my unaffected books: The Tale Of The Bloodline and the TWICE Ships book. For now, please enjoy this very quick one-shot that I made although this one's an angst since I haven't made a full one since Doughnut series, I guess. Hope yall understand and my deepest apologies again. (This one-shot is inspired from the song "Out Of Goodbyes" by Maroon 5 and Lady Antebellum, very underrated song but for me it's a freaking masterpiece. Had me listening to it in repeat these days. Give it a listen if you want.)

7AM in the morning and you just woke up in your bed from the alarm you set hours ago before sleeping. You slammed the clock shut, stopping it from continuing to rang annoyingly before you rubbed your eyes to clear his vision for him to properly see as another day comes for him to start. Flopped back into the soft mattress of your bed, you huffed in the air before facing aside to the blank space with you where once, a certain somebody that was very special to you occupies this. As if your reflexes are still used to it, your body can't help but to react strangely when your skin gets contact in the surface; shivers and heat cursing all over just like what you've always felt whenever she's embracing you at any activities you do with her in this particular bed of yours. You frowned, a sigh escaped in your mouth as you gave the vacant area a gentle caress before you slowly stood up from the bed. Bringing the phone with you onto the kitchen, you prepared the ingredients you need for a quick breakfast that you're about to make. Part of freshening yourself up, you brushed your teeth and washed your face first before returning back to the kitchen and start cooking. As you were about to began performing the first step, your phone beeped with a notification. Phone litted bright, you peeked at it and saw the time and the date itself displayed first along with your newly replaced wallpaper consisting of just your own picture. Out of these three, the date reminded you something that even made you sadder if you'll be looking forward for this whole day. March 24 It was her birthday... and your anniversary with her. With your ex-girlfriend. With Mina. What you did with the wallpaper won't fool you also, as the location and the person who took that for you was none other than her too.

She was the person you were with on that day, and always has been. She was even included on your previous one, but what happened between you and her just hurts so much you couldn't even stand seeing her very close to you unlike how you loved it when you and her were once together. And through that, the memory flashed within your mind which clenched your chest and breaths gone heavy. FLASHBACK Tell me actions Speak louder But there's something about her words, that hurts. In the middle of the night as you are currently driving on your way home with Mina, you decided to break the unsettling silence wrapping the two of you inside the car, especially that both of you are holding unpleasant mood towards each other that neither of you can't tell enough what's behind it. "What happened to you again this time?" You asked her, eyes fixated on the road illuminated from the headlights of your car as you kept on driving carefully. Mina remained unmoved in her seat, head still leaned at the window as she stared outside to watched the bypassed surroundings of the street you're crossing ahead. "None of your business. Just take me home, please." You weren't surprised with her attitude shift at you. Here she comes again with her words that speaks louder more than her actions can tell which only results for you to feel something about these words she says to you that ends up hurtful to you. "A-are you sure? You know what I mean, I j-" "What words can't you understand from what I said, YN? I don't have time for this, okay?"

"Can you blame me for being like this to you?" You said to her, glancing at her. "I just wanted to know, Mina." "Does it even matter to you?" "Ofcourse it does!" You raised your voice higher, giving a hint at how your patience is being tested again by her unlikeable behavior. "What kind of a stupid question is that anyway? I'm your boyfriend/girlfriend, don't I have a right to take care of you?"

"Well, I kinda figured it out because I thought I'll just end up getting scolded again and you will be the one who's right here as usual." "Huh? W-what are you talking about? Is that what you really think of me treating you?" "Keep driving, YN. I just want to rest now." She ignored your plead of clarification. "F-fine. I won't force you if that's what you want." Closing up and it's too late and I'm the last one Still waiting for you to lock the door This gap of you finally giving up is inches wide remaining. You listened to her and returned your focus back on the road as you left her still silent, probably clouded with her own problems. It makes you worry, of course; but the walls she's building again is preventing you from coming closer and offer assistance to her and you just don't know why she's being like this to you. What's even worse is that, this ain't the first she's ever done this to you. This occurs every time that you and her are having problems in the midst of your third renewal of relationship with her after those previous breakups you had with her which was caused with different reasons. She was freely sharing it to you once until days come by when she turns out keeping it secret to you instead and now here she is again, deciding to cope it by herself while leaving you here still concerned about her and you are done with it. You can't allow this to continue... which is same as what you can say for your relationship with her. Your wondering and processing reached the breaking point where it now made you realize that this won't lead anywhere at all. This isn't worth it for another chances, opportunities or mercy. You are now done. You shut the door of each other's home and now you're the only one waiting for her to finally lock it and never be opened again.

Although to be honest, this is the hardest decision you've ever done in your life but there's no turning back now. You ended up here and it's no going back now, especially that you know to yourself that you can't do it anymore. On our way home I realize There's some kind of storm brewing in his /her eyes Only veiled by a thin disguise You finally reached your place with her. Parking the car slowly in front of the house, she exited quickly without even needing your help to open the door for her like you usually do and what you were about to do also. She was already in the front door as you followed her from behind. Mina turned her body to face you as she's about to lend you a way for you to insert the key to the doorknob.

There it is, Mina perceived it clearly indeed as she stared at your eyes as you turned at her with a small smile before you faced her with your side profile.

Little did you know that while Mina chose to became quiet after your almost altercation with her, she saw something right through you that tugged her heart and fill guilt inside of her. She can't tell specifically, but she knows there's something beneath your eyes that informs her that something is wrong about you, only to be hidden barely behind your mask pretending that you are fine in front of her. But, there's this possibility that she's confident enough to be sure about her thoughts, and that is she knows that you are hurting because of her from the way she acts around you. She is conscious about it because after all, it was taken effect of her falling out of love from you. So yeah, both of you were just sharing the same desire to end this relationship once and for all bringing the same perspective. Lost, confused and unmotivated to proceed guiding yourselves at what future holds for both of you together when each of you knew can see that in the end; none of you both were destined to stay together. You and her entered your house that witnessed your rollercoaster ride of memories together, and for the last time on this very night, it'll all ends here for good. You changed your clothes to a sleeping garment, so as Mina.

And now that I've done my time I need to move on and I need you to try Cause we're out of goodbyes Mina exits the bathroom, she saw you sitting alone in the bed while seeming as if you're spacing out. "YN?" She patted you on the shoulder as she stepped in front of you. Your frown and your droppy eyes made her gulp heavily. It startled you a bit as your eyes matched her beautiful face. The beauty that impressively couldn't have your heart to resist, except for this very moment where you have to let her go completely for the sake of each other. "Oh you're out now. Let's go to sleep, babe." You forcefully smiled at her. Lifting your lower body for you to lay down on the bed, you were shocked when Mina just gave you a backhug. "I-I'm sorry. I don't want to be angry and harsh at you. You just wanted to help." You felt her head shuddered before even hearing her soft whimpers of cries from the tears flowing in her face. Her affection didn't fail to brought you along with it as you also let out the emotions you're containing within you, cried as you grasped her big yet soft hands wrapped in your torso. "I know, Mina. I'm sorry too." "I'm trying, I really do YN but..." "... there's nothing in there anymore, doesn't it?", you finished her words on her behalf which surprised her. "H-how did you know?"

"I just don't feel the same too, I guess." You rubbed her hands with your fingers. "Not when I'm in love with the girl that was different from the one I used to know at all." Mina sobbed in your shoulders, her muffled sounds resonating in your ear as she buried her face to you. "I wanted to tell you already, I swear, but there's something that hold me back. I-I'm afraid to hurt you more once I tell you." You appreciated her consideration atleast, knowing that there's a glimpse of care stuck in her for you plus convinced that she did tried also to fight for each other's relationship. "I forgive you, Mina. It's not just your fault too please, we should've talked about this sooner but now that I've done my time for you... ... all I ever want now is to promise me that you'll try again as I move on, okay?

As this, yeah we can call it over now. No more other ways to say it. Not even goodbye once you and I became free tomorrow and head to our separate ways, because we both know that you and I are completely out of it."

You faced her again and cupped her cheeks as she raised her head to stare at you with her pitiful expression. You kissed her for one last time in the lips before separating yourselves. "But let this one for you to always remember before you go, Mina...

... I loved you with all my heart. Believe me, as much as I want you stay, I never asked you to change for you became like this. It pains me that you rather don't feel the same as me. That's why we have to do this. I want us to be happy again." Your bittersweet words made Mina form a smile along with another river of tears streaming down in her cheeks as she holds your warm hand and holds it tightly to her pounding chest. "I loved you too, YN. You are the best man I've ever known, it's such a shame that everything we had won't work for us at all no matter we try." You clutched the back of her head and pulled her closer to you, planting a kiss on her forehead as you caressed her hair while she submitted herself in your arms again, willingly wanting to enjoy this for the last time. "But you know what?"

She hummed in response. "In all honesty, despite you broke my heart, went through hard times and repeat; I just want to say that I'm still grateful atleast that with those good things you've done, it made me feel somehow that I was the perfect man who would love to spend longer times together with you. " Mina's quivering lips smiled. She felt her body being carried carefully by you as you made her join you lay down on the bed, with her head resting close into your chest as you helped her ease down her emotions. BACK AT THE PRESENT Ending the revisiting of that sorrowful final memory you shared with Mina, you weren't aware that there's a drop of tears landed on the screen of your phone as you drowned in the midst of your deep thoughts of her until you and her drift away in slumber for the last time as lovers at the same bed you were waking up everyday, now being alone. You wiped your eyes and your cellphone with your cloth before you opened the notification, revealing a message coming from Sana herself minutes ago. "Good morning Y/NN! When will you come here?" You replied her immediately, not wanting to make her wait longer as both of you wouldn't want to become late for later. Few hours later, you arrived at Sana's house and escorted your friend inside the car as you drive through the location of the event that you and her are invited in. Stepping into the yard, you and Sana caught every person that is present in the yard where the area is designated for an occasion. A birthday occasion. The celebrant looked at you. That familiar gummy smile, plump pinkish cheeks inflated by the curve and her symmetric eyes she had, a déjà vu effect on you. Seemed so real, bright and colorful just like the first time you met her.

You entered with Sana and greeted your friends one by one until it has come to you and her. It's been a while since both of you got this closer personally and it does felt a bit awkward for each sides.

"You arrived." You nodded and smiled. "Happy Birthday, Minari." She offered you a high five before all of a sudden, it got you flustered at her quick hug on you before she releases. "Thank you, Y/NN." You saw her adorable smile presented at you before she returned back to her friends and invite everyone for a picture. I wonder does your man still shudder when you touch his hand Like this man You aligned yourself with Sana and Momo along with other guests as they captured a photo of Mina and her boyfriend. Her body leaned closer in his arm as she holds his hand for a pose.

It's been months after the break-up, and with the sight you realized that she must've completely moved on already; as per the promise you requested for her. You are happy for her, but your heart that is still learning and unable to finally let go its love from her is what gives you an aching sensation. You looked at her hand wrapped neatly at his, you've been in his spot before and you know how great her touch felt often.

Then you muttered to yourself in curiosity if through that, the man Mina's with now; shows the same affection of love as much as you did. "You two look great, but does he make you feel loved as much as I did for you? Don't get hurt again Mina, please.", you muttered to yourself in curiosity. Meanwhile, Mina who's watching you from the distance; talking comfortably with the other friends of yours; was asking the same thing in her mind.

Unlike you, she doesn't harbor any lingering feelings; and she's only hoping the same that you're doing fine these days because too many heartbreaks won't make it worth it any longer. Just like goodbyes, you and her ran out of his and hellos also for one another to possibly never come back.

#twicemina #twiceminaxmreader #twiceminamalereader #twiceminaoneshot #twiceminaau #twiceoneshot #twiceau #kpoponeshot #kpopau

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gamergirl-06 · 27 days ago

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Your OK- Bruno x reader

Plot: Bruno and reader are married and are in the plane when it crashes. When the plane crashes the two are divided and Eventually find each other once they meet up with Emma and the gang

Taglist: @hyunjinbiased-blog

You tap your fingers against your leg as you hum to a song in your head. You and your husband, Bruno were on the way to meet up with some friends in Las Vegas so we’re on the plane to go.

Bruno was looking out of the window and he turned to look at you with a smile.

“Hey amor, you excited to go to Vegas” he asked you

You nod your head vigorously “Yes of course, I have always wanted to go”

He chuckled and gave you a quick kiss on the lips before pulling away.

“Your going to love it”

The time ticked by as you sat there waiting for takeoff and when the plane did, you couldn’t help but bounce in excitement.

Bruno smiles at your kid like demeanour before saying “hey chill, your gonna lose all of your energy before we get there”

“I know but I’m just very excited”

You suddenly heard screams coming from behind you and see a guy biting into a girls neck and people were panicking around you.

The last thing you remember was the plane going down and Bruno holding you close before it all went black

-A little while later-

When you came to you tried to move but there was a struggle as you look and see a bit of debris from the crash on-top of your ankle

You push the debris off of you before you felt a tinge of pain causing you to groan through gritted teeth as a hand came into your eyesight.

You look around to find Bruno but nothing.

“Bruno” you called out with no response

“Hey you alright”

You look up and see a young male, at least mid 20s with dark eyes and dark hair with his hand extended for you to take.

You smile “yeah but my ankle hurts, and I’m missing my husband”

You take is hand as he hoists you up and sling your arms across is back as he carries you as you both walk.

“I promise we will find him once we get your ankle sorted out”

You nod your head as he continued to help and give you support carrying out of the plane and to a area where he could help you without having to worry about being in a plane that could explode within any second.

“You never told me your name” you say

“I’m Michael” he says

“Nice to meet you Michael, I’m (Y/N)” you reply

“Nice to meet you too (Y/N)” he says with a small smile

It was quiet for a good minute before you broke it by asking “where are you taking me”

“I’m taking you to my friends who are survivors as well, we will get you patched up and help you find your husband” he replied.

You both made it to the a safety door where Michael opened it and layed you against a piece of the plane that was still intact before the other survivors came over.

“What happened to him/her/them” a woman with brown hair and blue eyes said

“He/she/they got hurt by a price of debris and have said that his/her their ankle hurts” Michael replied to the woman.

She nodded understanding before looking at you “so…anyone else that you found”

Michael nodded his head “no but he/she/they said that his/her/their husband is missing, maybe there is a possibility their is someone else alive, we just need to find them”

Emma hummed and knelt down to you”what’s your name?”

“I’m (Y/N)” you said

“I’m Emma” she said

Your eyes widened as you realised that this was THE Emma Jaunt, right in front of you. You had seen quite a bit of her work.

“Wait…I recognise you, you were in ‘Omen to kill’ right” you asked

She became a little taken aback, it wasn’t you yourself that took her aback though, it was the fact that she was recognised, not a lot of people recognised her so you knowing who see was made her feel a little better about the situation you were all in now.

“Uh..oh yeah I was in that” she smiled a little breaking eye contact with you as she watched Michael bandage your leg.

“I knew it was you, I really like that movie, I watch it all the-well…I USED to watch it all the time” you say

“Oh I-thank you that’s very kind of you” she replied “Michael how is the ankle coming along”

“It’s not broken, it’s just bruised, lucky there isn’t really any damage” he said tying the bandage up and getting up.

You move your ankle a bit testing out the flexibility before smiling up at them “ thank you”

You look over and notice a guy who had blood coming out of his ears.

“Uhh..should we help him..” you said as Emma and Michael look at him

“Ah shit his bleeding” Emma said as she went over to him to help him out.

Michael looks at you “I’m going to use flares to signal other survivors of our whereabouts”

“That is pretty smart actually” you said

One flare went off and you waited but nothing. Another one went off before Emma chimed in.

“Will you stop firing those bloody flares” Emma hissed

“What did you say?” Michael asked because he hadn’t heard her

“I said will you stop firing those bloody-“ you then all heard a thud noise come from inside the plane.

“What was that?”

Michael literally yanked you to your feet away from the door and put you behind him.

The door then starts to open and lo and behold it is Bruno.

He put his hands up in defense “hey friend, I’m not one of them”

He makes eye contact with you and he freezes up his jaw lowering a little.

“(Y/N)?” he said

“Bruno?” You say back

“Mi amor” he says as he runs and tackles you in a hug as he kisses your temple.

You start to cry a little “Bruno..I..I thought you were gone, when I woke up I couldn’t see you”

He pulls back from the hug and cups your face in his hands.

“I know, I couldn’t see you either and I too also feared that you….” He stopped. You could hear he was about to cry just from the emotion in his voice alone.

“Hey, your not gonna lose me, I sure as hell won’t die one you” you say with a light laugh and smile.

Bruno chuckles “I love you”

“I love you too” you say and lean in to capture his lips in yours.

You’re interrupted by the groans and moans of the dead coming your way.

“Looks like the clocks ticking” Bruno said as he looks at everyone before looking back at you “I need you to go with them bebè, I promise I’ll meet up with you and please be careful with your ankle” he looks at your bandaged ankle

“You better come back to me boy” you say and laugh to which Bruno laughs and shakes his head.

Emma grabs you hand as her, Michael and your new friend run from the site.

The last thing you hear while running is “I LOVE YOU!”

You laugh

Yeah that man isn’t going to be easy to go against. As long as he has the power of love he has for you, nothing stands a chance against him.

#brunodeadisland2xreader #brunodeadisland2 #deadisland2

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birdybirdnerd · 1 year ago

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unpolished raph rambling abt her and the narrator (gregory) and how her final run went. may pushed me into thinking about what, exactly, made her Her, and i finally found her heart: she is deeply, deeply passionate about people feeling their feelings, not pushing things down

the drabble starts out referring to her with male pronouns, as it takes place towards the start of one of the cycles of they fight->things change->realizes Gender Stuff->narrator wipes the slate clean. also, shes called stanley throughout, since it was only after escaping that she picked a new name

enjoy! ill clean it up and post to the collection tomorrow

Stanley felt like he'd done this before.

No, no, not the most recent route. Not any of them. Obviously, he'd done all this before- again and again and again, over and over countless resets endless cycles as the wheel turned and turned and turned.

No.

Not that.

But… something. Something about this situation, this specific situation he was in, smacked of a familiarity that grated on his nerves and set his teeth on edge. It was like trying to recall the lyrics to a song you'd heard once when you were twelve and which stuck with you, and, in trying to track it down, found something that might have been it but- no, the lyrics didn't hit quite so close, the melody felt deflated. It had to be the wrong song.

But everyone insisted it was right.

Another run, another several hours spent arguing over Stanley's choices, Stanley's actions, Stanley's insistence on acting out and playing a part he wasn't supposed to, you're only supposed to be a vessel, Stanley, only a way for the Player to experience the story. Don't act too out of line, if you keep trying to add 'pizzazz' to these performances, it'll only distract from the story I'm trying to tell.

Stanley was tired of hearing his own name. In that condescending voice, that boring, unimaginative, stale tone that seemed damned determined to crush his spirit again and again. He was tired of it all, dammit, and needed to isolate himself away and reign his anger in before he broke something in an effort to feel like he was being heard.

Suffice to say, opening the door to the Broom Closet to find someone already there was enough to shock the bubbling rage right out of his system.

They talked. This man - a Narrator, another Narrator from another Parable - explained the situation. Explained why he was there, what he planned to do, how he'd seen a Stanley in need, locked in eternal combat with his own Narrator, and was now here to help.

But… every word out of his mouth, this- this other Narrator. Every word seemed scripted. Lacked inflection, lacked emotion.

Dead.

He spoke these words, and though Stanley heard them and believed every one, he also realized that… this man was not okay.

"What happened to you?"

He blinked, looked up at Stanley. "Don't worry about it. It's unimportant; what is important, is getting you out of here. Of getting you to freedom."

Stanley shook his head slowly. There was more to it than that.

"Come on," he said softly, sliding closer where the two of them had sat up against the wall of the closet, closing the distance to press their shoulders together. He had to look down at the fellow's corporeal form, which felt a bit strange, but. "Tell me what's wrong. Are you okay?"

A wry laugh, a brief, bitter twist of his lips underneath that bushy mustache. "I am very much fine. Your concern is appreciated, but this is just how things are. Now, if you would be so kind as to leave it along, we can return to the business of getting you out of here."

Stanley frowned, even as the fellow hauled himself to his feet and offered a hand. Stanley frowned, even as he took that hand, and followed him through the hallways, down a route he'd wandered many times before, wondering, hoping, and eventually, giving up on.

Stanley frowned, even as the two of them stood in front of the escape pod, and the Narrator looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to step inside.

He pulled his hand away, and shook his head. "No. I'm not going in there. Not until you explain what your deal is- what it really is."

The Narrator closed his eyes and sighed. All the weight of the world pressed down on his shoulders, hunching them until he looked ready to crumble, but- it was a familiar weight. One he had grown so sadly, tragically accustomed to, that it barely seemed to bother him anymore.

Stanley felt his breath catch at that brief show of emotion, before the walls came back up between them.

"Fine. I'll tell you my story," the Narrator said, leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms. He wouldn't meet Stanley's eyes. "But then we leave."

No promises. Stanley didn't say as much.

And so the Narrator spoke.

Stanley was pissed.

As the Narrator wove his tale, Stanley went from horrified, to grief-stricken, to angry. That anger simmered, as he heard of these countless cycles, so much worse than the one's he himself had been subjected to. It boiled higher as he learned of all these past iterations, over and over again and again, this Narrator, alone and untethered, torn so viciously away from his Stanley, his best friend, and thrown to the wolves and to a duty he hadn't asked for. Hadn't wanted.

Stanley was pissed, and couldn't understand why the Narrator wasn't, as well.

"Why should I be?" he asked, as his story came to a close and Stanley expressed this all to him. "This is my lot, now. I've tried to escape it, before- other Stanley's have worked with me, brainstormed, but nothing ever works. We step into the escape pod, everything goes dark, and I wake up once more in another Parable with another Stanley to help."

He laughed, shrugged. "What's the point?"

"The point," Stanley urged, fists clenched, "is never asked for this! You did your time, you changed, and all you got as reward was this- this endless hell of helping other people that you don't even know! You're trapped, and all you feel about it is apathy?"

The Narrator frowned, but even that felt distant. "I feel more than apathy about my situation, Stanley. Trust me; when this all started, I grieved. I cried. I cursed the universe for what had happened. But it's been years, with no end in sight."

His shoulders slumped, crossed arms pulling tighter against his chest, as if he wanted to curl into himself. "There's no point in feeling sad about it anymore. That won't help anyone."

Stanley felt a violent, visceral hatred rear its head, fill his chest. At the universe, for doing this to someone who cared so, so much. For putting him in this position, for beating the spirit out of him one lonely cycle at a time.

"Maybe you missed something," she tried, mind racing. She had to give him hope, she had to see that fire- she saw a coal there, dark and cold, but knew it could come alight if she just knew how- "There has to be a way out for both of us. There has to be an escape."

A derisive snort. "Trust me, Stanley. I've tried everything. There is no escape for me. Only you."

"Bullshit." He ran his hands through his hair, tugging on the thick locks. "I don't believe that for a second. Maybe in those other places, there wasn't, or maybe you just never looked hard enough. There has to be something here, some loophole we can exploit to get you out of here, I-"

"Would you just stop?" The Narrator's voice was quiet. Tired. Resigned. "There's no use. There is no escape for me. Just drop it."

"No! I won't drop it!" Stanley shouted. "If you're so damned determined to be a coward about it, I'll fucking think of a way to get you out!"

The Narrator frowned again, though- this time, there was more than blank apathy in the expression. Not much more, but a trickle. A flicker.

A spark.

"I don't much appreciate you calling me a coward-"

Stanley latched onto that spark, saw the way forward. He grinned viciously. "I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of your own teeth chattering in fear- or is that the sound of your knees knocking together?

The Narrator rolled his eyes, shook his head. That spark sputtered and threatened to die. "You're being childish, Stanley."

"And you're being a little bitch!"

Another snort. "Oh, I see what you're doing here. You're trying to anger me, aren't you? Trying to get me to show more emotion." He smiled wide, near-painfully so, but it was so clearly a facade that Stanley almost laughed. "There. Enough emotion for you? I'm simply jazzed we're going to escape! Now, let's get out of here before I lose any more patience with this whole situation."

Stanley pushed him.

The Narrator stumbled back, caught off guard. "…what was that?"

Stanley pushed him again. And again, when he didn't respond.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to piss you off."

"Why?"

"Because you deserve to be angry!" Stanley shouted. He reached out to push the Narrator again, but his hands were deftly swatted away. That didn't deter him; he continued advancing on the Narrator in that dark hallway, getting in his face, voice raising as he tried to get a rise out of the man by any means necessary. "Everything you have suffered, every shitty thing that's happened to you, it sucks! You deserve to be angry, to take that pain and scream about it! Don't act like you don't, don't act like it doesn't matter, because it does! You need to feel this!"

"Look, I can't let myself feel it!" The Narrator shoved him back, but there was no anger, no irritation in the gesture- only a need for space. "Because if I let myself think about it, if I let myself feel, if I don't repress it all down where I can't see it then I'll only end up screaming, and I can't afford to have that kind of breakdown!"

"But if you shove it all down like that, it'll only keep hurting you, more and more and worse and worse," Stanley pressed, stepping back up. His eyes were alight, and he saw that spark gaining heat, mirrored in his own. "You need to let it out, you need to feel that pain or it'll just kill you, a slow and agonizing death that you don't deserve."

"I didn't deserve any of this!"

Stanley rejoiced inside as the Narrator spun away, the dam breaking as his voice rose and cracked.

"I didn't deserve any of what happened to me!" he shouted, hands fisted in his hair, pulling, tugging as his face twisted in rage and agony. "I push it down because if I let it out it'll consume me, and I have things to do! There are Stanleys that need me, and I've been chosen for this- this purpose, this meaning I didn't ask for- didn't want! All I wanted was to escape with my Stanley, my friend, to go somewhere else and be done with this all! But I'm here, back here, again and again and the end is never the goddamn end and I'm tired! I'm so tired, I don't get to stop, I'll never get to stop because it's never going to fucking end!"

He spun around in a movement so fast, faster than anything Stanley had seen, and punched the wall with a wordless scream. The skin over his knuckles split open, tearing another ragged cry from him as he reared back, punched the wall again, again, again.

The movements weakened, slowed; hot tears spilled from the Narrator's eyes as he let out sob after broken sob, knees collapsing under him as he fell to the floor and pressed his forehead into the wall.

He looked up, suddenly, eyes wide and bright and so, so full of fear it stole Stanley's elated breath away.

"I-I'm sorry," he gasped, voice thick with the tears that refused to stop falling. "I didn't mean- I shouldn't have- I'm-"

"Don't apologize," Stanley shushed, dropping to his knees next to the fellow and pulling him into a bone-crushing hug. "Don't ever apologize. You needed to let it out, and by god you let it out."

The Narrator clutched helplessly at Stanley's off-white shirt, tears and blood that still oozed sluggishly from the wounds on his hand staining the fabric.

"I shouldn't- I-" he tried, voice muffled into Stanley's chest as he held on, held on. "I can't be the bad Narrator, I- I shouldn't scream, shouldn't-"

"Shut the hell up," Stanley muttered, burying his face into the fellow's soft curls. "You're not bad, never bad. I'm not scared, I'm proud."

A hiccuping sob, and the Narrator buried his face once more, fresh tears pushing through and tearing his throat as he screamed, wordless and grieving.

Stanley held him through it all, tight, solid, and real.

After this, they spoke some more. About Stanley - his Stanley - about what he left behind. He didn't say in as many words, but this Stanley had an inkling; their relationship may… have not been entirely platonic.

And though he egged the fellow on, pushed and poked and prodded him into feeling every emotion he'd repressed with all his essence, he didn't push this. Didn't demand he detail his relationship with the other Stanley, the first Stanley. Didn't antagonize him into baring that part of his soul, because a part of him knew that that would be too far.

He didn't want to break the fellow. He just wanted him to feel.

After they talked, the Narrator also told Stanley of… something he'd left out, earlier. Not intentionally, mind; he explained that he'd fallen into a sort of pattern, these past dozen or so cycles, where he was simply going through the motions. None of the Stanley's were 'just another Stanley', he cared about each and every one, but. He might have failed to fully explain things to them, after a certain point.

What was the point, after all?

But when he'd entered this Stanley's Parable, when he looked around to determine what sort of situation he'd be dealing with this time, he found something alarming. Evidence, in the code that made up the place, of tampering. From within, definitely, so no worries about outside influence.

But… the evidence was that of repeated deletion. Of scraping of memories, experiences, all of that being stripped away to clean the thread, to set up for a new reset.

More than the usual resets. Much more.

Stanley had. Had apparently existed a lot longer in this cycle than he'd realized. Again and again, he would go through the Parable, would want to change things. Would want his own Narrator to grow, to flourish, to be able to tell his story with all the grace and panache it was so painfully obvious he wanted to.

Stanley would push, and push, and grow, and change, and-

And realize, some things about himself along the way.

About herself.

But every time he - she - realized these things, and tried to change, the Narrator would shut everything down.

No change. No character. No personality. You are meant to be a vessel for the Player's enjoyment of the game. Nothing more, nothing less.

And so she would scream, and rage, and try and try and try to convince the Narrator there was more to be had, a better story to be told if you only let yourself feel-

And enough of the Narrator would listen, and realize, and feel-

And he would get scared.

And he would clean the thread, and start again.

Stanley was, once again, pissed.

She demanded, now, of this new Narrator, that before they left this Parable, one more time. One more attempt, to get through to her own Narrator, to make him see reason- because knowing this, now, that she'd trod these same paths before, they'd had these same conversations, these same realizations- she knew there was a part of him inside that wanted to change. To be more.

To be great.

This Narrator didn't want to risk it, but Stanley could be very persuasive, and so he let her.

…and nothing came of it.

With all his faults revealed, with his own thread's cleaning pushed out into the open, with this victorious and vindictive Stanley and this new, strange Narrator flipping his worldview in such a way as he couldn't handle-

He couldn't handle it.

He couldn't.

He tried to reset, to wipe the slate once more, but the new Narrator didn't let him. He stopped the process before anything could happen, nothing but a look of disappointment and resignation on his face.

Her Narrator turned, then, to anger. To his own vindication, his own gauntlet thrown.

"If you leave, I'll just make another Stanley," he said. "After all, I made you."

To that, the other Narrator snorted, but didn't otherwise comment.

"I'll do it! Maybe a different Stanley won't be so- so defiant. So determined to take my story, my world, and make it something it's not. I'll make another Stanley, and this one will listen, will do as he's told."

"Fine." This Stanley was done. She was just… done. "Fine. Have fun with that."

Turning to the other Narrator, she nodded. "Let's get the hell out of here. I'm done listening to this basic bitch."

They left her Narrator sputtering, but she didn't care. She'd tried, she'd tried, but he was so obsessed with his sanitized Parable, all its hard edges and facets ground off for easier consumption. If he wanted to make another one of her to puppet through the motions, fucking fine.

Stanley had a life to discover, somewhere else.

Her and the other Narrator still talked, still tried to brainstorm. His apathy threatened to make a return appearance, dead-set on the idea that there was no way it would work, but every time that happened, Stanley made a snide comment or cracked a stupid joke, and it brought him back. Brought back that smile.

That spark.

Eventually, though, they had to leave. Every avenue worked through, every possibility accounted for; the two of them stepped into the escape pod, and the door slid shut behind them.

As the launch sequence started, Stanley found a hand squeezed into her own.

To that, she responded by pulling the Narrator into another tight, bone-crushing hug.

He shuddered in her arms. "You're- pardon me for saying this," he managed, even as the whine of whatever machinations powered the pod threatened to drown him out. "But you hug just- just like Stanley."

She knew what he meant.

Smiling sadly, she hugged him tighter.

Reality stretched thin like a rubber band, and snapped.

Stanley woke up alone.

#personal #my writing #repeat and write this story #the raphaella parable #sobs. i love them and i love her #parable actors

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