#hello main tag you want more bats? cause i have more bats

[hoodielord]

Woo! part two! This took some time. somebody tagged that Red Hood saw her and I worked off of that.

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“Slade doesn’t usually let his projects off their leashes. What are you doing here?” he said with a gun pressed against her helmet

“I don’t have the time for twenty questions red hood.”

“In my territory you do.”

She really didn’t have time for this she had to get Danny out of there. She sighs as she weighs her options. She didn’t want to fight Hood or any of the Bats.

“I was sent to kill the leader of this trafficking ring. I was simply going to take them out but it is now personal.” She said as she turned to face him.

She didn’t want Hood involved but if he was it might increase the chances of helping Danny.

Hood’s head tilted; thinking over her response. He put away his gun.

“I don’t give a shit about your personal life but I was also looking into the ring too. So as much as it pains me to work with you, truce?”

She stares at him.

“Fine. Watch your fire. They took my family.” she says turning back to the building. He stares at her for a few seconds.

They both turn to the building.

Red Hood taps his helmet “O connect to her helmet and give us the cameras to the warehouse on..”

“Already done.” a voice rings in Jazz’s ears. Images appear in helmet, video feeds for inside and outside the warehouse. Jazz focused on the main floor feed and she saw him locked in the cuff crouched against a wall.

“Hello I’m Oracle, what do I call you?” interrupting Jazz’s thoughts.

“....Slade calls me Shade….” Jazz didn’t need to share anything with them but she also knew that working with the bats they would find out about her eventually.

There was a beat of silence and then, “The warehouse has three main areas. The office, the entrance, and the main floor.”

“How many?” Red Hood asked.

“Twenty hostages. Thirty-three guards.” 

“I’ll get the guards”

“No, get the hostages, many of them are from Gotham. They know you.” Jazz spoke.

“You're putting too much trust in me.”

“ This way makes the most sense, if the hostages see a familiar face they will be calmer…. Let my brother get hurt and the bats won't even find your ghost.” she turned and raised a finger at Hood.

“.... fine,” he said tilting his head at the weird threat.

“ Hold on, Nightwing wants in,” O said.

Both Hood and Jazz sigh. Jazz didn’t like this, more variables kept adding themselves in. This is why she didn’t want to work with anyone, especially the bats. They were far too nosy for her methods. Hood didn’t like it cause he didn’t want to work with Dickface. 

“What’s with the sighs? I’m not that bad.” He chimed in overcoms and seconds later landed next to them.

“...Okay, I’ll take the office from above.” They need to move now. Her mind was racing but her training was holding back. She had to calm down.

“I’ll take the main floor, then Wing can have the entrance.”

“That works for me.”

They separate, Jazz taking to the roof of the warehouse. Staring down through the spotlight she sees the ringleader sitting in an office chair giving orders out to his henchman. The guy was a disgusting older man with a cigar hanging from his mouth.

“Shade, ready when you are.” her coms crackled as she pulled out a few smoke grenades.

“Alright. Go!” 

Jazz quickly dropped the grenades into the office. Shoats of surprise and smoke fill the room. Dropping down she quickly kills all of the henchmen one by one. The boss whipped out his pistol shooting at her. She swiftly turned a henchman into the line of fire using him as a shield. She pushed him away running after the boss as he tried to flee to the main floor. Pulling out her pistol she shoots his knees out and he collapses down the metal staircase. She needs him alive for now. Questions first.

The entrance and the main floor were mostly dealt with when the boss’s crumpled body reached the bottom of the stairs. Staring down at the boss she flipped him over with her foot.

“Wake up and answer my questions!” she yells kicking the man in the gut.

He let out a yelp as his eyes snapped open. “You piece of..” he shut up when he saw the gun in his face.

“Now, you’re going to answer my questions, got it?” 

The man nods.

“Where did you find Dan..” she bites her tongue but continues,” Where and when did you find the metakid with black hair?”

“Why would you want..” the gun barrel presses in between his eyes.

“ a-A few months ago! J-just outside of Chicago. He was a runaway. Like the rest.” he quickly stammers out.

“Thank you for your cooperation”

The shot rings out. She puts her pistol back in its holster and steps over the corpse and starts to run through the warehouse. She was weaving her way through the crates and boxes and over knockout and concussed henchman. Her mind races. 

‘Why was Danny a runaway?’ 

‘Why was Danny taken to Gotham?’

‘Was Danny always a meta?’

‘Where were the Fentons?

She knew the answer to that last one, in their lab. 

Her mind stops when she sees Red Hood or more importantly who Red Hood has draped over his back.

“Danny!” Jazz cries out as she runs toward him. Quickly looking over him for injuries and seeing the blood dripping from his forehead she freezes.

“Hood you should know I make good on my promises. You let him get hurt.” Acid dripped from her voice.

“ He tried to fight one of the henchmen that was attacking a little kid and got whacked.” Nightwing supplies, getting in between her and Hood, trying to calm her down.

“Tried to fight? That kid nearly bit that idiot's fingers off.” Hood chimed in.

“We should get him to a hospital.”

“No.” no. No hospital Danny is only fourteen they will be separated again. But he needs a hospital. He needs help and I don’t...

“We’ll take him to the Thompkins clinic. She won't question you.'' Nightwing interrupts her spiral.

“Fine.” she relents.

“Hey Dickface. The cops are close and you got better PR than me so that's on you. I’ll take Shade and the gremlin to the clinic.”

“I killed the boss.”

A pause.

“We can blame it on Hood and his anger issues.” Nightwing suggests.

Hood looks like he is about to retort but stops.

“Fine.” he relents marching forward Danny still on his back.

“Come on, Shade.”

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The clinic was about what you would expect from Gotham. It was an old building that wasn’t that big but it was still stocked with enough supplies. Leslie Thompkins was apparently one of the trusted doctors of the bats cause she hadn’t asked Hood any questions or even backed away from him and simply led them into one of the rooms.

It was a surprise to Jazz when the doctor after she made sure Danny was stable, marched right up to Red Hood and demanded where he had found him with rage in her voice.

“A trafficking ring in Crime Alley. Why?” 

The doctor steeled herself even more. “Was it just human trafficking?”

That had floored Jazz and Hood. Both freezing.

“What happened to my brother?”

There was another pause. Jazz reached up and took off her helmet. Now staring at Doctor Thompkins with teal eyes filled with fear, rage, and sadness.

“What happened to my little brother?” she repeated.

“Someone cut him open…to either sell his organs or to run experiments on him.”

Jazz collapsed on the floor. This new information flooded her mind. She wanted him to be safe so how, how did this happen? Why? Why? Why?

“Hey! Hey, kid! Hey Jazz!”

That immediately snapped her back. No one had called her that in years. Looking up she saw Red Hood without his hood. He still had his domino mask on though.

“How did you?”

“Oracle.”

“I see.”

“You gonna spiral again?”

“...no.”

“Doc’s with your brother making sure he’s alright….The meta cuffs are still on though.”

Jazz sat in silence for a long time carefully thinking over everything. The doctor had told her everything about Danny’s condition. His pulse was slow and his body temp was low. Someone had not only experimented on him but tortured him as well. Jazz wants to know who.

  It was around 4 a.m. when Nightwing walked in and told Hood to go get some rest. Nightwing sat beside her.

“Are you going to get any sleep?”

“No… Are you?”

Silence took hold of the conversation again.

“I have a few questions,” she spoke up.

“So do I.”

“Okay.”

“Why are you in Gotham?”

“I was sent to kill a few targets. Why did you help me?”

“Vilgianties just do that.” he shrugs. “Why did you let us when you seemed to want to rush in any way?”

“Slade once said that you Bats are like rubber cement once you stick to a case you never wanna let go.” She sighs and pauses as she hears a muffled laugh from Nightwing. 

“So I figured it would be better to accept my fate and get your help.”

“ It’s my turn…. Red Hood is your brother, right?”

There was a pause.

“He’ll deny it to… to the end of the earth but yeah. He is. Why do you ask?”

“I’ll answer your question with a question. What would you do for him?”

“Everything I could and then some.”

Jazz takes a deep breath and puts her helmet back on.

“Oracle I know you're still there.”

“What can I do for you Jazz?” 

“If you know my name you know my past… and my brother. I offer a trade, favors for information. I want to know what I am missing and…. what I can do.”

A gruff voice took over the coms sending chills down her spine.

“Help us with the next Arkham breakout and follow our rules and then we'll help you.”

Jazz swallowed the lump in her throat. “Deal.”

One Danny Fenton, tiny skin and bones but valuable meta who can't control his powers properly: [Currently in the process of being kidnapped by Meta traffickers.]

Jasmine Fenton, highly trained assassin who hasn't been seen by her family for years literally two rooftops away: [Pulls out sniper rifle.]

[hikineet-trash]

Continuing with my masters headcanons, since people seemed to like them, these are the ones that I feel are more a stretch, or are entirely personal preference.

Iron: Lonchorhina aurita, Tomes's sword-nosed bat. Both for the name, and I'm partial to the coat colour. Also, you look me dead in the eye and tell me you do not love the nose on this little guy.

Photo for reference: (Lonchorhina aurita, Rubén D. Jarrín E.)

Mirrors: Lasionycteris noctivagans, the silver-haired bat. Much like a glass mirrors has a silver backing, so does this bat!

Photo for reference: (Lasionycteris noctivagans, Garrett MacDonald)

Cups: Myotis albescens, the silver-tipped myotis. Belonging to a genus who's members can be found most everywhere bats are found, this bat's identified from its more common-looking cohorts by its full-body silver-tipped hairs. It's also white/silver on the belly, the opposite of the above L. noctivagans! A reflection, if you will!

Photo for reference: (Adult ventral, PROCOSARA, PN San Rafael, Chris Elder)

And, as far as Stones and Pages are concerned, I don't have set headcanons. Pages just sort of looks, generic to me, I suppose? Brown fur, mousy ears, dark skin. Common features of vesper bats. Stones is darker coloured and sharper featured, I'd imagine, but frankly, I haven't seen enough of it to make a call on anything.

I guess the relevant master stans come at me with your headcanons?

[empires-au-ideas]

Hello! What the name says.

I will make aus for both seasons. I have aus I will post, but you guys can also send asks to MAKE aus.

My main is @killmebythebeach and I have done some writing and other aus for empires there.

This pinned post will be updated as we make more aus. The tags for each au will also be in the tags here.

I will be making no aus about the streamers/ccs themselves, just their characters. So please do not send asks about streamers.

Writings for the aus is my writing tag! Find short stories or long chaptered fiction for the aus here. People can also share their writing here.

Art for the au is for any art I make or any art shared with me for the aus here!

Any crossover with another smp will be tagged as "[smp abbreviation (hc, dsmp, ect.) x esmp".

...

SEASON ONE AUS:

Xornoth wins au (temp title): Scott is put in the crystal instead of Xornoth, and in a weird draw of luck Jimmy is the one who has to save the other empowers from the demon.

Empire falls au: gravity falls au with roseblings as the pines twins! Let's see if they can solve all the wacky mysteries of the town.

Three skulls au: the whole WRA gets corrupted right off the bat and they are here to cause problems on purpose. This includes problems for their boss.

The cold wanderer au: Scott and Xornoth switch places, but not gods. When Exor reveals himself to be with Xornoth and not Scott like everyone thought the prophecy said, Gem and Fwhip have to go hunt him down and force him to help. Inspired by atla

Living on au: inspired by pjo, Pearl accidentally becomes the older sister of many many demigods. On ao3

The twin dragons au: during a fight, the dragon egg turns splits in two, giving Xornoth a new dragon minion and leaving Gem and Fwhip on the run with the other dragon

Gilded changeling au: Sausage is kidnapped by the fae of Gilded Helanthia and replaced with a changeling. He was fine with his life in the court of Queen Pearl, until he finds out where he's really from when the Staff of Mythland chooses him

Power couple au: both Lizzie and Joel become gods. No one has a good time except those two.

Wilted Helanthia au: Pearl dies in the arena fight, leaving the WRA to mourn. When the roseblings go to Xornoth to get her back, Sausage is forced to face his grief and stop them.

Salmon Jimmy au: Jimmy is kidnapped as a child and is indoctrinated into the Salmon life. Making the WRA his friends, and his own pong lost sister his enemy.

Joel: champion of Aeor au: Joel is Aeor's champion, leaving everyone involved increasingly frustrated

SEASON TWO AUS:

Bounties at sea au: pirates! Joey accidentally becomes pirate captain on a ship with Scott and Sausage as The Sheriff and Katherine try and hunt them down. Wacky hijinks ensue.

The frog house au: Owl house! False as Luz, Shelby as Eda, and many many more.

Falsehoods in a false world au: Alice in Wonderland au (based on the book, not movie) with False as Alice.

It was Oli all along au: Oli is the bad guy in everyone's backstories and I see if I can make that a cohesive time line.

Princess Protector: Gem and Skeletron are now besties. That's it. That's the au.

The Soul King au: ANOTHER au based on atla where the main cast has to go and take down the Tyrannt King to stop him from hunting down magic users with Oli, Sausage, Scott, Shelby, and Katherine as the Gaang.

Sea of Secrets au: Shelby is a selkie who has locked her coat away in fear of the school or her fellow emperors finding it. Katherine wants to find out what's wrong.

Poison Flowers au: surprise surprise, more nature wives! Katherine having both powers over light and darkness, using her light powers to be Ms goody-two-shoes in the day, and her dark powers to actually stop crime without the hero agency in her way at night. She may or may not be obsessed with taking down a villain, Shelby, with powers over the cold dark emptiness if the void.

SEASON CROSSOVER AUS:

Withered witch au: Shelby is haunted by the ghosts of Sausage and Gem from s1, and they attempt to help her with magic.

Storyteller au: after living peacefully in Scott's afterlife, the cast of s1 is brought back to the world as ghosts, traveling between empires to tell their tales. When they catch the attention of the s2 rulers, the rulers go to Pix to uncover who these people were.

Reincarnated Sausage au: s2!Sausage is the reincarnation of s1!Joey, same with s2!Pix and s1!Jimmy. After the Rune Sword has deteriorated, Xornoth and Scott are unleashed unto the world again

The Riffs Archives au: tma au with Shelby as the archivist, the rest of the nether star alliance as the assistants, and Pix as head of the institute

SERVER CROSSOVER AUS:

Empire Mumbo au (hc): Xornoth wins and puts Scott in a crystal, corrupting all the other empires. But in a mission to conqure other dimensions, the Scott crystal is lost and comes into the possession of one Mumbo Jumbo

[queenoftheworldisdead]

Need me

Chapter 1

Note: didn’t tag because i hate this. just needed it out of my brain. might be a prequel to Six Feet. Be warned this is LONG AF and suck so.....  Summary: Stripper just wants to work to support herself, but her bad life choices come back to bite her in the ass. Warning: choking, non-consensual sex/ dubious consent, self loathing

Chapter 2

Dark Mafia Bucky x Reader, Mafia AU ( mentions of past relations with Tony Stark)

It was always easier when liquor flowed through you. When the buzz hit your system that stiffness you got whenever you danced melted away.

Staring blankly into the spotlight so that the light blurred your vision. Spinning around the pole, little light spots float over the faces on the floor. Grabbing the pole behind your head, you slide down onto your hunches. With your thighs spread wide your free hand moved to untie the bow between your breasts allowing them to bounce out freely.

A high pitched whistle rung out from the end of the stage, the cat call signaling that someone was impressed with the view. A flutter of bills rained down on the right end of the stage so there you crawled, on hands and knees as seductively as you could for it.

Making sure to keep your stomach sucked in, back arched just right so that your ass stays high. The closer you got to the pile the more to sprinkled down on you. Rising on your knees you giggled and played it up for the generous spender.

"Meow" you were a little drunk and bored so why not pretend to be a cat tonight. You giggled again when his eyes go wide at your antics.

"Hello Kitten" the voice belonged to the most gorgeous face you've seen in a while. In the soft neon hues you could make out his sharp jawline, dark hair styled short, his light eyes mesmerized by you.

Laying on your back you wiggle atop of the scattered bills, swatting at the falling money like the cat for him. You purred and meowed at him as he neared the stage, sprinkling more and more bills on you.

It was so odd to get so much money and attention. You weren't a top girl, they were beautiful, some mostly artificially built, but others were natural beauties. You were out of shape, a sloppy dancer let the owner, Nick, tell it.

Yet this stranger rained down the dollars.

The club had opened an hour ago, it was still considered too early for high rollers and even then they preferred to spend money in the champagne rooms not the main stage.

Shit if this is how the night is going to be then maybe  acting like a cat might need to be revisited.

Taking the cash he held in his hand he fanned it above your head, so you pretend to swat at it like any good little kitty would do.

A tall broad shouldered blonde approached his side, holding a tumbler of what you presumed to be whisky. He leaned in the ear of the brunette then smirked down at you and laughed at the sight.

"Well...who do we have here Bucky?"

The blonde gave a name to your mark. Unlike the playful vibe you had gotten from Bucky this one was different and it made Bucky feel different too. From the look in his buddies hungry eyes you could tell he wanted to do more than touch you.

"Back off punk this one's mine."

Suddenly it felt like this song was on for just too long. Your buzz was wearing off and the longer they watched the more you felt awkward. Their eyes were too intense making it hard to focus on the dance and music.  

Turning to face away, you twerked a little, sliding down on your hands stretching out your back, leaving your ass in the air. You hear them hiss at the sight so you wiggled and danced for them.

They carried on in conversation, but with the change in position it was hard to make out what they were talking about. In the corner of your eye you saw the signal that time was up.  

"Thanks for being so generous" looking over your shoulder at them, putting an end to the playful kitty act. "My time is up" you pouted then scooped up your take.

You glance over again to see Bucky's smirk turns to a tight line upon your announcement.

Bucky’s arm slung over his friends shoulder, leaning in he whispered something to him then they retreated from stage.  

Despite Bucky's generosity they were starting to give you a weird vibe you couldn't shake. Standing with your arms full of money you head to the back.

 When you walked past the curtain your best friend, Bubbles, stood at the bottom stare waiting. She lit up at the sight of your big haul.

"Whoa! There are some high rollers out there this early Sweetie?" She asked calling by your stage name.

"I guess so. I've only seen this kind of money on music videos" you giggled walking down with the stage steps. Bubbles was up next so before she crossed the curtain you wished her luck.

"Excuse me Miss" a timid voice called from the door of the locker room before you could proceed onward to your locker causing bills to fell from your grasp.

"Shit!"

"Oh sorry! So sorry" the flustered girl dropped down, picking up your fallen money for you.

"What do you need kid?" You say as you kept an eye on her while she handled your money. Gingerly she placed the fallen money atop your misshapen stack.

“Are you..Miss Cat?” she asked nervously.

“No, I’m Sweetie.” you turn and walk off, but she moves to walk next to you.

"Can you help me find a Miss..um...Cat? Please?" She asked so softly you could barely hear her in the loud dressing room.  You recognized one of the waitresses, by face not by name. She looked like she was better suited for a proper cafe not this place. Still new to the world not yet hardened by its cruelty.

"Oh yeah. Sure.” you smile at her sweetly.

“Hey Cat!" You shouted over the lockers.  Turning from her you marched onward to your locker while she followed close behind. You saw Cat earlier walking to the back when you were on stage, so you were sure she was still getting ready.

"Yeah?" A voice answered from beyond the metal wall.

Looking over your shoulder you urged the girl to speak. "Um..Um Miss Cat there is a request in room two for you!" She half shouted, Cat replied with a surprised 'O'.

"Damn girl! You just got here right? Must be nice to be that popular." You teased.

"Tell him she will be there in a minute, she needs to finish getting ready." The waitress mouthed a thank you before she scurried away out the door.

When you waved her goodbye your money scattered on the floor. It didn't matter too much as you were now at you destination. Flopping down on your bench you fixed your top first, setting your breasts straight and then got started.

After the cash was counted and stashed you needed to make your rounds on the floor. 

Going table to table practically begging men was something you weren't looking forward to. There was nothing worse than being rejected by a guy that on any normal day you wouldn't bat an eyelash at.

Here they knew they had the power. The pros could sniff out a good mark, but that superpower was never bestowed upon you.

The door to the locker room burst open just as your locker slammed shut.

"All right ladies listen up!" Nick yelled over the everyone.

Heads turned and bodies moved around to focus on Nick. He was a common occurrence backstage so the barely dressed girls didn't shy away when he barged in.

Behind him Rumlow, the bouncer, dragged in a few girls that you had seen on the floor when you were on stage. That was new. Rumlow never entered the locker room. His presence quickly starting grumbles of chatter amongst everyone and when Bubbles came back from behind the curtain cursing at Nick it only helped fuel the confusion.

"As of today we are now under no management!" Nick shouted, quieting the the confused gaggle of girls. His one good eye roaming over everyone, unconcern by the effect his announcement made within the locker room.

"I want everybody on Stage now!"

No one moved.

"I said Now!"

One by one each of the girls climbed up the stairs and on to the stage. Clamoring together after you all passed through the curtain.

The club now empty, a bizarre sight as it was not the case when you were on. It's as if the club had never opened. Abandoned drinks on various tables, the DJ had stopped playing music, but the spot light stayed trained on the stage.

Nick walked below you all from the main floor and barked more orders. He wanted everyone to line up along the plank and put toes on the edge of the stage. It was such a strange request, yet everyone complied, but not without a few gripes.

As bodies moved into place, you finally noticed a large group of men in the far back corner of the club. With the spot light on the stage it was hard to make out who they were or how many.

"Who are they?" You whisper to Bubbles as you position yourself next to her.

"No clue."

You were all standing shoulder to shoulder, wrapping around the stage like soldiers at attention waiting for the next command from their general. Half of the girls were either in street clothes or their dance attire.

"Backs straight ladies show them what they bought." Nick shouted.

"What?" A few dancers called out all at once.

The men started to move from the back, coming more into view as they got closer to the stage. When they spread out, flanking the stage surrounding you all from the floor you became unnerved. Each one in a well dressed, everything looked designer in some variation of black, all with a hungry look in their eyes.

"You out...that one on the far end bye" a strange man's voice started commanding, pointing at varies girls from down the line. The dismissed girls heels shuffled behind you as they headed to the back.

"Did he just fire them? What the fuck?" Bubbles whispered to you. She was already starting to fume, especially after getting her stage time cut short.

"Shut the fuck up over there!" 

Your eyes shoot straight ahead and shoulders stiffened when he barked at Bubbles. You could her hear cursing under her breath, through gritted teeth you tried to get her to calm down. Her temper got her in trouble on a good day.

Her good lucks made a top earn during the golden hours, but because of her constant fighting with dancers and customers Nick bumped her to the opening shit.

"Fuck you!" Bubbles spat out, leaning to look at the man calling the shots.

Fuck!

This was the exact opposite of what you wanted. Your hot headed friend had caught the attention of the prick firing girls willy-nilly.

"Bubbles!" You scold her. She didn't care, she was not intimidated by these men, but you sure as shit were.

"I see a few of these Maidens have some fire!" A man with a heavy accent boomed from behind you. There was a sinister delight to his tone that you didn't like.

The face to the voice casually walked in front of you two. Your eyes widened when you recognized his face. It was Bucky, his cold blue eyes greeting you with a smirk once again.

"Ladies is there a problem here?"

"First off don’t fucking don’t tell me to shut up! Second..What the fuck man? You can't just fire girls like that! Some of them got kids to support and shit!" Bubbles fumed with her hands on her hip, her confidence gaining cheers of encouragement all around.

"Well Doll I wish I could tell you I give a shit..." Before she could move you stopped her. You grabbed her by the arm preventing her from taking the man on.

"Bubbles! Girl he is twice your size calm down."

Bucky chuckled as you tried to calm your friend down.

"Listen up this club has now fallen into Howling Commando territory. So that means this club now belongs to us. You belong to us." The men gave a chores of cheers for their achievement.

The Commandos were a well known syndicate, mostly known for gun running. The infamous group taking ownership of the club didn't bode well you and the other dancers.

"Congratulations you have all made it through round one. Now boys lets test drive our new merchandise." His eyes stayed on you during the announcement.

All the dancers heads bobbed and swiveled in search of Nick, but he had vanished from the floor. You watched in silent horror as men crept the stage while Bucky stood back and watched.  

From behind and around you could hear the clicking of heels shuffle. Girls bumped into each as they retreated from the edge of the stage.

His blonde companion appeared by his side just as he did earlier. Resting an arm on Bucky's shoulder, his eyes fixated on Bubbles. Your hand found for hers, holding each other tight when he moved past Bucky to join the other men by the stage. shoving a comrade to the side that seemed to by eyeing Bubbles too.

The blonde stretched out his arm, reaching a hand to tugged a string on Bubble's outfit.

"All right boys take your pick, let me know if they make it to round two." Bucky ordered.

Each man took their pick. Some of the dancers fought, argue fruitlessly, while others crumbled and sobbed before being carted off to some corner of the club. The stage was cleared fast leaving you and Bubbles the only two left standing.

"Hello Kitten, remember me?" Bucky asked as he approached the edge of the stage, patting the floor of the stage signaling you to near, instead you stayed frozen in place. Bubble's yelped drawing your attention back to her, his blonde friend had her by the wrist. Another pat caught your attention making you lock eyes with him again.

"Kitten I don't like to repeat myself."

Nervously you approached him. Your plastic heels wobbled a bit as you crouched down you and came face to face with the man.

"You played a really dirty trick on me and Steve."

He threw a his thumb toward Steve. Giving a name to the monster, who pulled Bubbles off the stage. You watched Bubbles fight his grip as he walked her away, until he stopped. Steve lifted her with ease and tossed her over his shoulder. Her tough demeanor turned suddenly soft, scared as she looked back at you helplessly with tears in her eyes. When Steve passed through the doors of the private room section your stomach sank.

"Your such a naughty Kitty....Sending someone else to play in your place."

Your brows furrowed with confusion.

Shit Cat.

You hadn't noticed her in the group in the locker room or on stage. Your heart raced when he took hold of your chin, forcing you to focus on him and you fought the urge to pull away.

"Worried about your friend huh... don't be"  Bucky taunted.

Primal noises grew in volume and fill the club. The seedy strip club was turning into a brothel right before your eyes.

Bucky lead you with a hand clasped around the back of your neck to Nick's office. You shook like a leaf in his grasp. The whole way tripping over your plastic heels as you tried to keep his pace.

Once inside he tossed you on the leather couch that sat across from Nicks desk. Your knees hit the side of the chair making you tumbled face first into the leather cushions.

He was going to do what he wanted with you. You started to blubber at the thought of Bubbles, Cat and the other girls. Their fate would soon be yours.

Bucky walked in front of the sofa, he towered over you, completely unbothered by your distress. You pushed up and sat with your legs tucked under. Your eyes stared up at him, watching as he pulled a box of smokes from his jacket. Casually he took a cigarette out, sparked it up and took a few puffs.

He examined you through the smoke, the toxic haze invaded your nose when you sniffled. You went stiff when he lifted a hand to play with a string on your shoulder. 

"So your Tony's whore."

You met Tony at the club. The charismatic older man had quickly become your regular. Always requesting a private dance after you came off stage.

He was such a blessing whenever he came in, showering you with money. Nick eased up off your ass whenever Tony swung by. It didn't take too long to find out why.

During one of your steamier sessions he dropped his badge. When you saw it you were freaked, jumping off his lap before things got too out of hand. Tony Stark, a detective, he explained as you redressed. Coaxing you to stay and finish where you left off. Nick was a retired cop so that explained Nick's leniency.

After that you two to fucked up royally. Tony got you pregnant. When you told Tony he surprisingly didn't care. Almost like a Prince Charming whisking you away from the club life, setting you up in a nice apartment. Playing house with you, filling you with delusions of a happy family.

You hadn't even known how full of shit he actually was until his wife popped up at the apartment you shared with your future baby's father.

Tony was of course away at work when you stood face to face with his spouse. Her eyes soaked with tears cursing you to all hell for ruining her life. You were in such shock at the revelation that you couldn't find the words to say. Seven months into your pregnancy the world he built for you came crumbling down.

Tony didn't come back that day or any day after. You couldn’t count the times you called him and left messages, begging, crying pleading for him come back. If he weren’t a detective you would’ve shown up to his job.

He had gone back to her and it hurt you tremendously and it still hurt. Tony was kind enough to keep paying rent and the bills though. You presumed it was to make up for the fact that he would not be their for the birth of his daughter.

It didn't take long after Daisy's birth for Pepper to lead the charge for full custody. The whole ordeal leaving you with a feeling of worthlessness as their lawyers painted you as an unfit mother and gold digging opportunist.

Without your little one you felt numb so you drank more and more to cope with the loneliness, the heart ache. To add insult to injury once they took her the money stopped so it was back to the poles.

Tears streamed down your face as you sobbed uncontrollably. This man was going to kill you all because you had the dumb luck of fucking a cop.

Bucky's jaw tightened his demeanor no longer jovial. All your thoughts fell to your daughter and how you wanted to see her again.

"L-listen me and T-tony.."

"There's an informant working for Tony."  He cut you off.

"What?" Brushing away a few tears you try and comprehend what he was saying.  

"I want their name." He said plainly as smoke blew out, stubbing out the cig on the arm of the chair. 

"I don't know what you want from me? He barely lets me see my kid." Your face was still wet with tears.

"Did you know Pepper can't have kids?" He said stepping closer to you.

Your eyes fell away from him, his question dominating your thoughts.

When he moved a hand to pull at your bow you were too late to stop him. You leaned into the back of the couch and wrapped your arms around to cover yourself.

"They supposedly considered adoption, but Pepper insisted on Tony having a blood heir." Bucky lean towards you so you huddled into the corner of the sofa. One arm helped box you into the side of the couch.

Bucky didn't bother with removing your hands from your chest, instead forcing his hand down your g-string and deep between your legs.  Your legs started to ache as you sat perched on them and with the added hand you started to squirm.You squeezed your thighs tight but it was useless.

The tears continued to flow down as you begged him to stop. Bucky felt like an immovable wall when you tried to push him off. He hissed when his meaty digits rubbed against your clit.

His callus palm sent vibrations all around you. Biting the inside of your cheek you try to ignore the blooming heat.

Beating on his chest you feel him vibrate with laughter. When a finger slipped through, parting your lips you yelp. The nervous energy started to be overpower by a sense of betrayal.

Casually Bucky started pumping into you. Your eyes burned from all the tears you cried. Your hand cocked back and slapped against his face with all your might, but it did nothing. He just stared at you intently. Watching your pathetic attempts with a sadistic joy. When he dipped further in, your hands that had pushed him away were now dug into the fabric of his shirt.  

"I-if you know soooo much. oh shit.. hah-how come you cant find this informant?"  You frantically pant out as you try to control yourself.

He didn't answer. You squirmed wen he added another finger. You tried to hold back a moan at the curl of his digits, the back of his palm rubbing roughly against your clit.

“Mmm shit!”

“That’s it Kitten.”

The walls of your heat ached, there was nothing you could do to stop your cunt from clamping down around his digits.

"Making a mess of my fingers" he tsk'd. When he pulled out of your soaking slit you exhale loudly. Bucky moved to stand tall before you again as you slummed back.

"He used you, because your nothing, but a stupid whore." The jiggle of his pants caught your attention.

"He loved me.. he didn't...H-he just couldn't leave her." As the words fell out you didn't know if you were trying to convenience yourself or Bucky. That was what Tony told you all those time at family court.

"Believe me or don't" He slipped out of his blazer, you watch unable to move as he undressed.

"....I don't care" His icy eyes stared into your soul all the while as you wish you could melt into the leathery fabric.

"Get me the name or you will be a faded memory to Daisy. And that's if Pepper doesn't erase you first." Each word hit you like a brick to the face.

Your hand cupped your mouth to stop the returning sob. "Face down ass up Kitten I want to see how loud you purr."

There was nothing you could do. If you didn't move on your own you were sure he would move you himself so you just got into place. Holding your breath to stop the hiccups as you bend over, clutching the opposite edge of the cushion with each hand.

Bucky’s added weight dipped the couch making it grown. He nestled himself in-between your thighs, the closeness of him shooting your anxiety through the roof. When he moved your g-string down your legs your heart beat so hard  in your chest. The pace so fast you tried to concentrate on calming it down, rather than your impending doom. 

Had Tony used you? Was Bucky right? You felt sick. The leather of the couch cushion pressing into your ear as Bucky got into position behind you.

When Bucky tapped the hard shaft of his cock on your ass you blubbered out loud, unable to contain the mix of emotions inside you.

Bucky's hands hooked under your waist, shifting you about so that he could guide himself hands free to your opening.

The head of his cock pressed in hard and firm, separating your folds, yanking your hips straight when they start to falter.

Methodically Bucky pushed into you, forcing you to feel every inch of him as he stretched you. Your toes curled at the feel of his girth overwhelming you.

His husky growl married with his fingers digging into your side. His weight pushing you hard into the cushion.

Shooting pains resonated throughout your body, mewls escaped you as your body tried desperately to adjust. Bucky's sunk deep into you as your nails tore through the leather of the cushion. When he finally pulled back your body trembled.

This man was nothing but control and power in human flesh. Your emotions were becoming overwhelmed. Your need was taking over.

"Please Bucky...." You croaked out while his tip remained inside you. 

"You take my cock so good Kitten." Bucky's voice was husky and full of lust. The sound of his timber sent rippled through your core. Your mound a flame from his touch and length. You wanted him to fuck you hard, you needed to forget about Tony and the world.

"Fuck when was the last time he touched you?" Broken moan are your only reply.

He sunk into you again with a lethargic stroke. You had to grit your teeth to take the length of him. Your cunt already massaging his cock, aching for more despite the pain.

"You're so fucking tight."

This was no quick hit it and quit it scenario. This was torture.

"Kitten...." He groaned out at you. Bucky's slow torture was breaking down, his rhythm increasing ever so slightly.

You hated yourself for wanting him. For needing him to fuck you hard, to use you.

You wanted to hear him call out your name as he railed you into the couch and you despised yourself for it.

"Tell me what you want Kitten."

You could hear your sex. The wetness enveloping his cock thoroughly.

When Bucky pushed himself to his hilt again you crumbled."Fuck me." It was weak, broken, but it was your voice.

"You want to cum for me?" He sounded like a lover. Full of care, so beautiful, but deep down you knew it was a lie.

"Bucky please fuck me!"

Your ass slapped against his thighs sending a sound of applause around the room. Bucky had set you a blaze. You needed to be used by him, to be needed.

"I can feel you, Kitten..Fuck." 

You bit your lip and moan reveling in his pleasure.

"That's it purr for me Kitten...Such a good Kitten just for me." Buck’s words of praise helped to further send you over the edge. "This pussy fits me fucking good." He growled down, slapping your ass making you moan louder.

"Who do you belong to Kitten?" Bucky tore through your cunt. The pain blanked over your thoughts, fading away unwanted feelings.

"Fuck! Bucky! Fuck...I'm your whore!" Your voice strained as you shouted out the words. Bucky’s dominating hold giving you the feeling of being owned. You wanted him to own you and break in pieces.

"Show me I own you. Come on my cock baby." He hissed and you exploded, your cunt convulsing all over his cock. Bucky fucked you through your climax, his own rhythm breaking down as you come.

With a final hard thrust came. Bucky’s warmth overflowing as he breathed heavy. Your body milking and pushing out his cum as it over flowed.

Bucky's cum seeped out of you, drying along your thighs as you laid half sleep on the couch. His blazer draped over your body keeping you warm.

He sat on the couch next to you, stroking along your leg soothingly. The smell of another cig filled the air as he got up and walked over to Nick's desk. 

Or was it his desk now, you weren't sure. Your arm dropped to the floor when you moved it. When you lifted it your finger tips graze something underneath. Curious you clutched it and brought it into view. An empty bottle champagne.

You look at the back of Bucky. Thoughts of your daughter poured into you. Thoughts of her being bullied for having a stripper mom. Thoughts of her hating you for being this worthless loser. How Pepper would be their for her, consoling her.

There was no way you could get what he wanted. And even if you could it would just be a matter of time before your daughter grew to hate you. Your were dealt a losers hand.

Slipping your arms through the sleeves of his jacket you try not to make to much noise. Standing up with bottle in hand you crept up on Bucky. He was looking at his phone, his back still toward you when you smashed the bottle over his head. He dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

Quickly you dropped down, digging through his pockets while he was out. Keys, wallet and phone were what you took off him. You got up from the floor you back away.

Holding your breath you watched to see if Bucky would move. when his chest went up and down you were slightly relieved that you hadn’t killed him.

Your hand rest on the door knob when your cracked it open. You watched and waited, listening intently for anything, but nothing came. Your heart raced again when you start to walk out of the office. Down the hall of Nick's office was the employee parking lot and you hoped to gawd that the mobsters parked there too.

Bang Bang

"Gawd Damn it Tony!" you bashed on the door of your baby's father home. You felt frantic constantly looking over your shoulder as you waited for him. When the door finally opened it was no surprised that his wife  was the first to greet you.

When you got far enough away from the club you searched his car for a change of clothes. The mobster only had a pair of old trainers that you added to your already unfashionable look.

Dressed in Bucky's blazer and gym shoes. You had tried your best to remove your make up on the drive, but you were sure that probably made things look worse.

"Hi Pep" you spat. "Where is Daisy?" Crossing your arms over your chest to control your shaking. You were anxious, a mess and you knew she was judging every aspect of your appearance.

"It's not your day to see her and you know it" her hate filled eyes bore through you as she spoke. Pepper's slender frame blocked the door as you tried and choke down your rising anger. The hate between you two was mutual.

"Look if you had a daughter of your own you might understand the Maternal need to see ones own flesh and blood." You took a step closer to her, she was taller than you, but you always assumed if things got dirty you would win that fight.

"Whoa whoa whoa lets retract those claws ladies." Tony appeared from behind her with Daisy, the cheerful little thing, lighting up when she laid eyes on you. Her cute calls for her ‘Mommy’ breaking the tension between you two. Pepper's sneer did not go unnoticed by you as she turned and stormed off. Smirking to yourself, relishing the reaction you pulled from her.

"Now I know you know better than to just pop up like this. You cant keep doing this" he was stern, but you rolled your eyes in response.

"Well maybe if you would've left your wife and not taken full custody of Daisy I wouldn't feel the need to make a surprise visit." You made sure to be loud, hoping for Pepper to come back in and start something with you, but she didn't. Tony on the other hand was unamused.

"Hi baby" you kissed her on her chubby cheeks, smelled her hair, bouncing with her on your hip as you walked across the threshold. "Listen Tony I need to leave town for a few days, my mom is sick." You didn't look at him. You could feel the pending judgment on his face before he sighed.

"You begged, pleaded even to get unsupervised custody, and now that you get it you disappear on us...On her" he corrected himself, but you couldn't deny your heart skipped a beat when he said us.

Placing Daisy on the floor you let her run of to play with some toys. She lift up toys, showing the off for you.

"I know" you sighed heavily biting your bottom lip as you looked back him. "She is sick. It's only for a few days and I will be back in town." You lied.

This was a goodbye. It didn't matter if Bucky was telling the truth or not. Daisy's life was better without you. Pepper was better than you. Would be a better mother than you. Bucky was right Daisy was so young enough to forget you.

Your eyes started to water as you watched your daughter. This house this life was better than anything you could give her.

Tony sighed. "Alright don't make this a habit." He chided.

Tony was closer to you than you realized. Wrapping an arm around your lower waist, leaning in your earn the move making your heart race.

"I miss you so much." His words burned your ears and you had to pull away. It felt like a dream.

You turned to look at him. Searching for that Prince Charming that promised you this life, your heart ached when you found nothing there. Stepping back you move to sit next to Daisy. Laughing when she talked in gibberish as she shows you another dolly.

"Tony can you come here a sec?" Pepper called out. He leaves you alone with Daisy to attend to his wife.

Your mind was made up. You needed to disappear.

Chapter 2>>>

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Kinktober Day 4: Car Sex. Don Giorno x F Reader 🎀

[Scarlet Ribbons description]

This takes place in Giorno Giovanna’s route, which branches off from the main Scarlet Ribbons story.

Description: Your husband leads a busy life, so you’ve come to appreciate the slower moments together. Not SFW.  Tags: Partially clothed sex, dry humping, car sex, riding, creampie, hand/blowjob, AFAB reader, and lingerie.  Word count: 1.7k.

“Thank you for keeping me informed. No, we’re still ten minutes away,” Giorno pauses, and you hear the voice on the other side of the line speak. His eyes shift momentarily to you, and he clears his throat. “There’s no need for that.” 

"Yes, I’ll be sure to tell her. Drive home safely.” 

He brings his phone down and you’re no longer capable of hiding your curiosity. “So what was that about?” 

“Tonight’s event was cancelled. There was an explosive device located in the auction hall,” he informs, your heartrate increasing at the thought. Giorno senses your unease and offers his reassurance. “No one was hurt, but the authorities are checking to see if there are more. Mista said they’ve evacuated the entire building... and also says hello.” 

So that’s who he was talking to earlier. You sink back into the leather seat of Giorno’s car, a silent sigh leaving your lips. Well, at least no one was harmed, you think. You can’t help but wonder who the target was intended to be. This event was meant to be attended by many high society figures, a way to increase social standing by making charitable contributions, and flaunting wealth in the process. Attending these legalistic events can feel exhausting. Giorno navigates the various interactions perfectly, as if he was born to do it. You’ve grown better at it throughout the years but still find it tedious. 

Giorno seems lost in thought as you are, but eventually comes to. “Would you like to get dinner somewhere? Or should we head home?” 

You feel a smile tugging on your lips. How Giorno expresses his concern is different than most. It’s a quality of his you find endearing, now that you can pick up on it. He’s sensitive of your feelings yet doesn’t always know the best way to comfort you. Considering both options, you’re left unsatisfied with either. Being in the public eye doesn’t sound appealing at the moment, and you know once you return home Giorno will be busying himself with Passione matters. Odd as it may sound, sitting here in an empty parking lot with him feels serene. You’ve missed spending time with him like this. No obligations, no concerns, just the two of you.

Leaning over to the driver seat, you rest your head on top of his shoulder. He takes a second to relax into your touch. 

“Let’s just... sit here for a few minutes. Is that alright?” Your voice grows into a whisper. Giorno blinks, long eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. Moonlight shining overheard illuminates his beauty to you further, highlighting his porcelain-like skin, golden locks framing his sharp facial features. Breathing in the scent of his musky cologne sets you at ease. It’s familiar in the best way.

“Of course. Whatever you want to do,” he responds. You can feel every rise and fall of his chest, every vibration when he speaks. Sitting here forever sounds like a wonderful idea. “You look lovely tonight, by the way.” 

His compliment causes your blush tinted cheeks to flush further. Sitting up, you look him deep in the eyes, smiling ear to ear. “As do you, GioGio. It’s such a shame I won’t get to see you dressed like this all evening.” 

Giorno raises an eyebrow at this comment. “You like it?” 

You hum in consideration, running your fingertips over his clothed chest, catching how he shivers at the touch. It’s unusual for him to not be wearing his distinct suit that reveals parts of his chest. It’s difficult to pick which one you prefer. This more standard attire, a dark navy suit, works well on him. 

Resting your lips just above his ear, you respond in a hushed voice. “Very much.” 

Your manicured fingers lays over his heart, feeling how it increases in speed when your lips touch just underneath his ear. It’s a sensitive spot that you’ve come to know. He lets you do as you please, careening his head to the side to give you better access. You place open mouthed kisses over his exposed skin, stopping just short of his collarbone, glancing up to catch his expression. He’s looking at you expectantly. How cute. 

“Would you like to...?” Giorno trails off, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. He frowns at the mischievous grin on your face. You try not to tease him for being so polite with you, knowing it’s just his nature, but he can probably sense what you’re thinking without even voicing it. To wordlessly confirm his question, you get up from the passenger seat, making yourself comfortable on his lap. He doesn’t need it spelled out further. At your confirmation, he uses one hand to cup your face, the other sliding down and greedily feeling your exposed back. 

He kisses you with fervor that you return in full. You feel heat growing in between your legs, and a desperate need for any form of friction. Pressing your lacy panties against his hardening crotch, you grind against him, grateful for the easy access wearing a dress allows. Giorno’s hand on your back slips down further to the side of your waist. He encourages your desperate movements, guiding your gyrating body against his own. Your mind feels hazy, lips having trouble keeping up with his pace in the throes of pleasure. 

Giorno catches onto how your breathing steadily increases. He latches his lips to your neck, nibbling the areas he knows you love the most as you continue to grind your clothed clit against him. You feel your wetness seeping through, onto his dress pants, though it doesn’t seem like he cares. Low curses leave your lips as you get closer to your own release. He pulls down the straps of your crimson dress, eyes crinkling in amusement at the sight of your lingerie. It’s a black lacy set that he bought for your first anniversary. 

Were you planning an evening like this all along...? Not that he’s complaining. 

“Nn... Giorno--” you cut yourself off, throwing your head back as he rubs your nipples through the thin fabric. Your face feels like it’s on fire. A high pitched noise leaves your lips as you come, soaking wet panties rubbing frantically against him. As you come down from your high, he places a chaste kiss against your cheek and runs his hands through your hair. You take a moment to gather yourself. 

He’s about to speak up, but silences himself as you sink down to your knees. It’s a bit cramped but you don’t care, too preoccupied with the evident tent in his pants. Fiddling with the zipper to his dress pants, you let out a content hum at how hard he’s gotten for you. You feel the muscles of his thighs go taut as you palm his cock through his briefs, Giorno muffling himself with the back of his hand. Now that won’t do. You look up at him and bat your eyelashes playfully. 

“I want to hear you, mio caro,” you reprimand, gently tugging away his hand with your own. “Otherwise it’s unfair, no?” 

He lets out a shaky sigh while you tug the waistband of his briefs down. “I suppose I’ve never been one to deny you anything, [First].” 

You hum in silent agreement. Wrapping your hands around the base of his cock, you slowly work them up and down, pumping him in his entirety. He’s still trying to keep his noise down. Frowning, you kiss the tip of his cock, greedily licking up the precum that’s been leaking out. That earns you a shaky moan. With this encouragement, you take as much as him into your mouth as you can. It’s taking all his self restraint not to shove his dick down your throat from your teasing. You can be so cruel to him at times. Playing coy with one of the most powerful men in Italy... maybe he has spoiled you too much. 

Hollowing out your cheeks, you busy yourself with pleasuring his length with your mouth. Your head bobs with every movement, his hands coming to rest on the back of your head to encourage you further. Throaty moans start to leave his lips when you take him in further. He starts bucking into your mouth, a hushed apology leaving his lips when you gag at the unexpected sensation. You can tell he’s getting close to his own release. 

So you pull back, a trail of your saliva connecting from his tip to your swollen lips.

He looks down at you, furrowing his eyebrows together. Realization hits as you pull your dress up further. Throwing your panties into the backseat, you hover over the tip of his cock, drinking in the sight before you. Giorno’s face is flushed, eyes glazed over, loose hair sticking to the sides of his face. You’ve never seen such a beautiful sight. Slowly, you sink down onto him. He steadies either side of your hips with his shaky hands. You bite your lower lip, his pulsating cock stretching you further with every inch. Eventually he bottoms out inside of you. 

Taking a deep breath, you raise your hips, before sinking down onto him again. Giorno’s head lulls back, already oversensitive from your earlier actions. His hips meet your every movement, setting a desperate pace. You catch rumblings of your name falling from his parted lips as you continue riding him. His hands squeeze the sides of your hips painfully tight, nails digging into your skin.

“[First], I’m-I’m close,” he breathes out, gripping you even tighter. “Should I...?” 

You shake your head, leaning in close to his ear and whispering ever so sweetly, “I want your cum in me. I want all of it.”  

In a rare instance, Giorno lets out a stream of curses. He snaps his hips up, pressing himself into you with a strength he normally tries to hold back, fulfilling your request in earnest. Thick ropes of cum fill you, your clenching walls milking him of all his seed. The two of you stay still as you gather yourselves, chests heaving, and bodies warm. You rest your forehead against his.

“Was this night preferable to our original plans, Don Giovanna?” You tease him with his title, giggling at the harmless look he shoots you. He’s suddenly reminded of what Mista said earlier. Looks like he was right, Giorno thinks. Not that he needs to know that. 

“It’s no competition,” he presses a chaste kiss to your lips. “This was far better.” 

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Experiment - Chapter 2 - Biters and Bite Wounds

Intro: Hello, lovelies!! I hope you guys are having a good day/night!! Sorry for the delay on this, I’ve had major writers block, but it seems to be passing, I hope you guys enjoy!! :)

Note: You and the twins start heading South in hopes to find more people or at least some safety, a roadblock stops you in your tracks and one thing leads to another, will you make it through the night?

Word Count: 1494

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Looking over Wanda’s shoulder, you listened as the twins discussed your guys next move, Wanda argued that you guys should head back North to New York while Pietro argued you headed south, you watched as they argued for a few minutes before you sighed and placed your hands on their shoulders “We need to head South, if we go North, we have a higher risk of getting caught up in the hoard, you know this” you said, looking at Wanda who opened her mouth to argue before thinking better of it “You’re right” she said, the words tasting sour on her tongue since it was very rare that she uttered those words to either of you.

After the shock wore off, you gave her a smirk “Course I am” you said cheekily, earning you a smack on the arm “Don’t let it get to your head” she said, sounding serious although her small smile gave it away that she was quite the opposite “Alright, I say we settle in for the night then head out early morning” Pietro said, it already being pitch black outside and you sighed and nodded, pushing yourself up off the floor “I’ll take first watch” you said, grabbing your bat that was resting against the wall “Y/N-” Wanda tried to argue, you having been first watch every night since the last attack “Just sleep” you said, giving her a small smile “Wake me in three hours and I’ll take over” she said, looking at you and you nodded, watching as she headed over to her sleeping bag and got comfortable before you headed over to the window.

Staring out the window for a moment, you watched as the occasional biter came into view and glancing back at the twins when Pietro blew out the candles before he settled in for the night, you taking your lighter and lighting the candle not far from you, making sure to keep it out of view of the window to not attract the attention of the biters, sitting down on the little nook attached to the window and pulling one of your legs up to your chest, resting your chin on your knee, wondering if there would ever be a time where the undead ruled the world.

The next morning, you were still staring out the window, having not moved from your spot until you felt someone touch your shoulder, causing you to jump and grip your bat “Easy, it’s me” Wanda murmured, watching as you relaxed before looking at her “You never woke me” she said, looking at you with concern with the bags under your eyes “You needed your sleep” you said, pushing yourself up and wincing as your back popped several times, rolling your shoulders before focusing on her once more “Sleeping beauty still not up?” You asked, looking over at Pietro who was sleeping on his face, spread eagle “Of course not” she chuckled, smiling at her brother before looking at you “We should get ready to go” she said, giving your arm a squeeze before she headed over to your guys stuff and you following after her.

Once you two had loaded up the car and put what you could on the back of your bike, you went back inside and grabbed the sleeping bag that Pietro was sleeping on before you pulled it out from under him, sending him sprawling “Wake up sleeping beauty, it’s time to go!” You said, laughing some as he glared at you before he rubbed his face “Whos idea was it to get up so early?” He grumbled, standing up from the ground while you rolled your eyes and lightly shoved his arm “Yours, now lets go, we’re burning daylight!” You said, knowing you guys had a long way to go if you wanted to hit North Carolina before it got too late since from where you guys were in Pennsylvania, it would take most of the day if the roads were decent to drive through.

Setting out was easy, you guys had filled up on gas before taking off, you giving them a smile as you passed them on your motorcycle, you baseball bat settled on your back while your backpack rested over the top of it, the ride being quite peaceful until you guys hit Virginia, where there was a mass pile up in the middle of the road, forcing you guys to stop so you could look at the map, the sun beating down on you guys as you spread it out over the hood of the car “We can backtrack a bit and take this road, it looked clear when we passed it” you said, your hair a mess from the wind blowing through it “Yeah, but lets see what we can get from this wreck first, if nothing else there could be gas in the tanks” Pietro said, folding up the map and handing it back to you “I’ll check the store over there” you said, gesturing to the small store over by the road “I’ll go with you” Wanda said, knowing Pietro could handle syphoning the gas.

“This place looks ransacked” you said as you guys stepped in, seeing nothing but broken bottles and dirt and some blood, a lot had went down there “Maybe they missed something” Wanda said, shrugging as she went and looked around “I’ll check the back” you said, hopping over the counter before heading into the back room, the room being in the same state as the main room, but you looked anyway, managing to find a bottle of pain pills, chocolate bars, and a box of 10mm rounds, them not being useful to you guys yet, but you never know, right as you zipped your backpack up, you heard Wanda scream and a loud crash “Wanda!” You shouted, throwing your bag quickly over your shoulder as you pulled your bat off your back.

Launching yourself over the counter, you saw Wanda being cornered by two biters “Hey uglies! Over here!” You shouted without thinking, managing to swing your bat at ones head before you shoved the other one back, throwing it back in Wanda’s direction, who stabbed it in the head with her dagger, killing it instantly while you focused on the other one, not realizing the third behind you until it grabbed you an latched onto your shoulder, causing you to cry out before Wanda stabbed it as well, causing it to release its bite and dropping to the ground “Y/N, look at me” Wanda said, panicking slightly as she kneeled down in front of you and Pietro ran inside, taking down the other biter that was slowly crawling its way toward you guys.

Pietro looked around, making sure there were no others before he looked at you two, the sight making his heart sink, Wanda was trying to calm you while you held your bleeding shoulder “Pietro, help!” Wanda cried, looking at him and watching as he hesitated for a moment before he rushed over to you two and kneeled down by your side “We have to clean this” he said, digging in his bag after he set it down beside him and grabbing a cloth and the peroxide out “This is going to hurt” he said, looking at Wanda who offered you something to bite down on as Pietro first wet the cloth with some water before he cleaned your wound.

After about ten minutes, you guys managed to stop the bleeding and Pietro wrapped your shoulder with some gauze “We need to find help” Wanda said, knowing that the wrap would only hold you for so long “I know… Lets get them in the car, we’ll find a place to stay for the night” he said, lifting you up and causing you to whimper “I’m sorry” he said repeatedly as he carried you out to the car and setting you in the passengers seat “You drive, I’ll take their bike, just follow me” he said, handing Wanda the keys to the car before he hopped onto your bike, Wanda glancing over at you worriedly as she started the car before she focused on the road and followed Pietro.

Once you guys found a decent place, Pietro carried you into the house and waited for Wanda to set up your sleeping bag before setting you down, the two of them bundling you up with whatever they could find, Pietro managing to find a trunk full of blankets and covering you with them since you were starting to shiver “I’m going to go see if I can find help, stay here with them, okay?” Pietro said, looking at Wanda who nodded before pulling him into a hug “Please stay safe” she said, giving him a squeeze before she released him, watching as he gathered some things before he headed out then she looked over at you, what was she going to do if she lost you?

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This Little Angel

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24201565 Tagged: @chocolate1721 @tiny-goddess-of-chaos

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Harley heard the crying first. When she looked over and saw the man standing over a couple with the child between them sobbing out. She couldn’t have been older than 3. The mugger ran as soon as he saw her. She ran over and kneeled down next to the little girl and placed a hand on her shoulder. The girl sobbed as she dove into Harley, burying her face into Harley’s shoulder.

“Oh, sweetie. I’m so sorry,” she mumbled looking at her parent’s bodies before looking where the mugger had left. It seems he was content to leave her to die alone. “Come on, sweetie, I’ll give you a good home.” she picked up the little girl, holding her close as she balanced the girl on her hip and walked back to her and Joker’s place. “Puddin! We have a child now!” she called and Joker looked over at her, his usual grin falling in confusion.

“What? What do you mean, sweetheart?” he asked looking at her and the little girl in her arms.

“Well, Puddin, this little cutie’s parents were mugged and killed. The mugger left her for dead when he saw me,” she explained sitting down and bouncing her legs hoping to get the girl to laugh.

“Well, that is unfortunate,” he said and Harley gave him a big smile.

“But I figure we could raise her n give her a happy home!” she explained and Joker started nodding and smile grew on his face.

“Sounds good, Doll Face.”

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No one knew Joker and Harley were raising a child. Well, that’s not totally true. Harley’s friends Ivy and Selina knew. But they weren’t ones to snitch to others. So it was a big surprise when Joker brought along a 6-year-old child with him the child was wearing a mix of red and blue inspired Harley dress with a deep purple tux jacket over it. Harley still wasn’t active which was confusing but they couldn’t question it. “Lookey here Batsy! I have one too!” Joker cackled happily and the little girl beamed in her arms. “Hello, there mister Bats! Would you like to smell my flower?” she asked and Joker pouted turning the dangling little girl to him.

“Mari darling, that’s not the script,” he said gently and Mari tilted her head. “I just want him to smell my flower,” she said softly, pulling the flower out of her jacket’s pocket and Joker placed her on the ground and patted her head.

“Batsy, please smell her flower and compliment it,” he said and Batman and his companions just looked very confused.

“Please?” she asked with a pout and Joker leveled a look behind them. Nightwing nodded and leaned over to smell the flower to not risk Joker’s wrath.

“Smells lovely,” he said and Mari beamed at him.

“He likes my flower, daddy!” she beamed and Joker smiled.

“He’d be an idiot not too, Mari darling,” he replied with a nod. “I’m not smelling the flower. What are you planning, Joker?” Batman asked with a glare. Joker frowned and pulled the plastic flower from his jacket and pointed it at Batman. Batman started reacting only to stop when he felt liquid hitting him.

“You’re a meanie, mister Bats!” she said pouting.

“You’re lucky its only water,” Joker said picking up the little girl.

“Daddy, can I please remake your suit now? It’s bad and Riddler shares the same color green,” she said and Joker had an offended look on his face.

“I will not share a color with that dimwit. We’re heading to the fabric and craft stores,” he said walking away and the bats were able to hear another part of their talking.

“And pay for them. I’m not using stolen goods,” Mari said with a frown, and Joker groaned.

“Ok, Mari darling. I’ll pay for the items,” he agreed. Batman and Robin(Tim) followed after Joker and Mari. Meanwhile Nightwing and Red Hood went to the base to get answers from Harley.

“Harley! You didn’t say you were pregnant!” Nightwing shouted as they entered to see Harley cooking while humming. “That’s easy, it’s because I wasn’t pregnant,” she replied turning to them and the two looked at her confused.

“Then where did the child come from?” Red Hood asked and Harley looked down at the pan sadly.

“You see, I came across her when I was heading back after hanging with Ivy and Selina 3 years ago. Her parents were killed in a mugging, the mugger ran as soon as he saw me, leaving her to be killed or something. So I took her home and Puddin n I decided to raise her. She’s doing so well, is she not? She’s even making Puddin act better!” she said beaming at the last part.

“That is good, we’ve been seeing the improvement,” Nightwing said and Red Hood had to nod agreement. Joker stopped targeting kids and teens, well excluding Robin and anyone helping Batsy, and his Joker Venom was only used if he did a big attack. Hell, he even apologized for how horrendously he killed Hood. That had Hood frozen in shock at hearing it. Granted Joker wouldn’t stop trying to hurt or even killing them, he just said he wouldn’t be as disturbing at it. Cause he can admit that that was a disturbing way to kill a kid. This wasn’t even the first time he’s heard of the flower now just spitting water! That little girl was an Angel sent from heaven, the two, well three counting Harley, were sure of it.

Meanwhile over with Batman and Robin, they were shocked to watch as Joker and Mari entered the fabric store. Everyone dove to the ground and the employees were shaking. But they did nothing but browse before taking it to the counter to get cut then heading to the front to pay for it, the needles, threads, scissors, sewing machine, and pattern for a new suit.

Mari was happily holding the bag of bought goods as they went to the craft store to get some other things such as a sketchbook, pencils, colored pencils, buttons, and the like. It was the same there as well. The customers fell to the ground and the employees were scared. Thou one employee didn’t look scared which confused the bats. Until they realized that the employee, a high school girl, was fighting to stay awake. After paying and leaving Joker was laughing at how the girl didn’t even blink as she fought to stay awake. When they glanced back, another employee was talking to the girl but the girl just leaned against the counter and fell asleep and the other employee looked terrified and got on the phone.

The two then went home and Nightwing and Red Hood caught up to Batman and Robin and told them what they knew and Batman sighed.

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Three Years Later

Mari wasn’t happy when she earned her daddy hurt a kid. Someone a year or so older than her. But she also knew it was an accident, and accidents happened. The boy was trying to get to safety and someone else was the main problem hurting the boy. It was just cause Joker was attacking that the boy was running. She had brought the two sisters of the boy some sweets when she learned he went missing.

After doing that, with all of her other deeds, earned her the name of Gotham’s Sunshine Angel. Purely from how bright of an outlook she has when talking with people, brightening their days, and helping people out.

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One Year Later

Mari had been excited when she met the new boy in her class. A 10-year-old boy named Damian had just arrived in Gotham to live with his father Bruce Wayne. When he arrived he was very closed off to everyone. He thought of himself as better which was ridiculous in her mind.

But slowly, ever so slowly, she got him to open up and become friends with him. It took over half a year to do that and she was proud of doing that. He was opening up slowly and actually acting like a child instead of an adult trapped in a child’s body. He was excited to introduce her to his family which she was excited too. She wanted to introduce him to her daddy and mommy!

She waved happily tot he shocked family. Tho from their faces she inched back nervous. “What’s the matter, father? Why are you acting like that to my friend?” Damian demanded, glaring at his family as Mari hid behind him slightly.

“Do you know who she is, Damian?” Bruce asked softly and Damian looked between him and Mari, confused.

“What do you mean?”

“She’s Joker’s daughter, adopted, but daughter nonetheless,” he said slowly and Damian whipped around to glare at her. A whimper left her as she backed away from her friend.

“You’re Joker’s child? And you didn’t think to tell me?” he demanded and Mari bit her lip, holding back a scream when her back hit the door as Damian and his family looked at her. His family was shocked still, but Damian?

Oh.

He looked furious.

“I-I thought you knew,” she stammered out, shrinking under his gaze. “E-everyone knows it since I was 6.”

“How do I know you’re telling the truth?” he demanded.

“She’s telling the truth, Damian. Joker and Harley adopted her after finding her crying. It was a mugging gone wrong,” Bruce explained and Damian turned to him with narrowed eyes before turning back to Mari once more.

“How do I know she doesn’t have some evil plan? She’s the child of Joker,” he spat and Mari couldn’t hold back the tears. With a cry, she pulled the door open and rushed out of the manor.

What she didn’t see as she ran thru the rain and foggy street back to the city, Damian being glared at by his family.

What she did see tho?

It was too late.

A van screeched to a halt in front of her and a couple of men leaped out and grabbed her. She screamed out in fright, hoping someone would hear and help, but alas, it wouldn’t matter. They got her into the van and duct-taped her mouth.

When they got to the warehouse they got her changed into clothes all the other kids inside wore. Within a few hours, she and the others were on a supply plane toward Paris, France, sold to a sleazy orphanage.

Joker and Harley were in a frenzy that night. The Bats did what they could to calm them but it was difficult.

You shouldn’t mess with the Joker’s daughter.

That’s how they learned that she never made it home. The sweet angel would never do something like that to her parents. If she had a problem like a fight that happened, she would talk to her mommy and get advice. They didn’t learn until it was too late thou.

They were told she would be staying a few hours with her friend Damian. After those few hours, she was gone, already on a plane, leaving behind devastated parents and a guilt-ridden friend.

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Mari was jostled awake by one of the women running the orphanages. “Name?” she demanded and Mari opened and closed her mouth a few times trying to think, her face screwing up as she did.

“I-I think my name is Marinette,” she said after a bit and the woman’s face softened a bit.

“You think?” she asked and Mari nodded.

“I-I can’t remember anything,” she said and the woman nodded understanding.

“Well, it sounds like you have amnesia, Marinette. You’ll be lucky if it returns soon,” she replied writing some things down. “Get up, we need to get you cleaned up, some lovely people are coming by to see if there are any children they would like to adopt.”

Mari nodded and got up slowly, following behind the woman.

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Mari was tired. She’s been with Tom and Sabine Dupain-Cheng for five years now. They were fine. They treated her well, but worked her hard. They had her helping in the bakery a lot. When that wasn’t happening, they talked to her only when eating together. When not doing either of those, she was sewing, but only sewing things her classmates, used to be friends, wanted. And when she wasn’t doing that, she was doing her Class Rep duties.

But oh.

On top of all that!

She was Ladybug, the hero of Paris.

Ya, she was tired. Her partner Chat was useless. He flirted constantly and didn’t know how to take no as an answer. Then there was also, Lila, a super liar who got her class to turn against her. Ya. she’s not having a good time in Paris.

She also wanted to remember her past. She keeps remember fuzzy figures that bring comfort, but she just can’t remember.

And it’s driving her nuts.

She slumped at her desk looking at her teacher who once more overlooked her. But then glared at her once Lila claimed something. Chloe sat down next to her and patted her back in comfort. She was glad to have made a friend with Chloe. She had been prepared to deal with Chloe, but she didn’t know how she was prepared for it. Just that she was.

“Have you head from WE?” Chloe asked and Mari shook her head. “Not yet. Any day now,” she replied and Chloe nodded.

“And your parents?”

“Couldn’t care less. They only care that I won’t be able to help them out,” she answered with a sigh and Chloe shook her head.

“Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous,” she said with a flip of her hair.

“Class, I have a special announcement!” Bustier called and the class looked up at the teacher. “Our class is going to Gotham for a week to tour Wayne Enterprises!” she said happily and the class started cheering.

“Oh, I just knew my Damiboo would come thru for me!” Lila said and that had the class looking at her.

“Really girl!? Tell me the deets!” Alya said and Lila beamed as the rest of the class agreed.

“You see, I’m dating Damian Wayne, heir to Wayne Enterprises. When he heard that m-our class was fighting to win the chance to go, he promised to pull some strings and he pulled thru!” she said happily to the camera Alya whipped out and Alya started talking to it but the two girls in the back ignored it all.

~~~~~~~~~~~~(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mari squealed next to Chloe as the exited the plane.

Alas, she should have known.

Nothing good ever stays.

She had to walk to the school they were visiting since her class left her behind. As soon as she got there, gasps rang out. A tall teen with tanned skin, black slicked-back hair, and the most intense emerald gaze walked over to her. Whispers rang around the halls about the Ice Prince, wondering what he was doing. The whispering got worse when he placed his hands on her shoulders and you could see him holding back tears.

She looked at him confused, she recognized him but couldn’t place it for the life of her.

And it pained her not being able to.

The teen pulled her into a bone-crushing hug with a soft gasp. “I’m so sorry, Angel,” he whispered. That brought tears to her eyes. He pulled back to look her in the eyes and looked concerned about the sad expression in her eyes.

“I-I’m sorry, I….I don’t remember you,” she whispered and his expression turned pained as they heard a shout and a blonde teen ran into Mari giving her a hug and looking at him sadly.

“I’m sorry. If you’re from her past, she doesn’t remember anything from before 6 years ago when she was adopted,” she said and the boy nodded understanding. “Chloe Bourgeois,” she introduced and the teen shook her hand. “Damian Wayne. Thank you for telling me,” he said and she nodded. “If you allow it, may I accompany you and tell you how we first met years ago?” he asked and Mari gave a slow nod.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” she answered and Damian gave the barest smiles and the three headed off to classes, just in time to hear Lila boast about ‘Damiboo’.

Oh, she’s going to regret that.

~~~~~~~~~~~~(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧~~~~~~~~~~~~

The week consisted of Damian and his friends Jon and Xander, hung with her and Chloe telling them about the year she disappeared, the year she and Damian met and became close friends. He didn’t go into too many details about the fight, just staying they had a horrible fight because he was an idiot and how sorry he was about it. He wanted to make sure she knew he was sorry.

And it did help, she could remember a bit more but still had trouble.

But it was progress.

And Mari is happy about it.

When it was time to leave, Damian was there to see her off, but they were both surprised to see Bruce walking up to her with Joker and Harley with Commissioner Gordon helping watch them.

The whole airport froze at the sight of them, remembering the terror they brought years ago when their daughter disappeared. Damian went over to Bruce, the question clear on his face.

“I got Mari’s class this trip because I recognized her. I thought her parents would appreciate seeing her,” he whispered and Damian gave a soft smile as he watched Joker and Harley freezing up when they saw Mari.

“Mari darling,” Joker whispered and they watched as tears gathered in her eyes as a recognition went over her. She knew them, she wasn’t sure how, but she knew them. Chloe was looking at the three with wide eyes. “H-how do you-?” she started and cut herself off but the two knew what she was asking.

“Because, you’re our daughter, pumpkin,” Harley whispered and a ragged breath left her as she held back a sob.

“D-daddy? M-mommy?” she whispered and the two nodded. “I’m so sorry!” she sobbed, remembering everything, out running to them and the two pulled her close and started crying themselves.

“It’s ok, Mari darling. We know you didn’t mean it. We’re just glad your safe now,” Joker whispered as they collapsed onto their knees to the ground.

“S-still, I should-I should have called for you and-and waited!” she sobbed out and the two gently shushed her.

“It’s ok, pumpkin. We don’t need to dwell on the past. You’re here now,” Harley whispered and Mari nodded into their shoulders.

“I’m glad I found you again,” she whispered and they nodded themselves. They slowly pulled back when Mari heard Chloe cough. “I-I’m sorry, I have to go back now,” she whispered and the two looked sad at that.

“Uh, You’ll get longer actually,” Chloe said annoyed and that had everyone in the airport confused. “They left without us,” she scoffed jerking a hand back to the empty gate and terminal.

“What!?” Gordon shouted and Chloe nodded as the man ran to the gate’s desk and spoke to the pilot angrily.

“Marinette,” Bruce began and Mari turned to him and tilted her head.

“Yes?”

“Would you like to come back and live in joint custody of Joker and Harley?” he asked and Mari started nodding before stopping.

“Joint?” she asked looking between the two.

“We, split after you disappeared, pumpkin. We couldn’t stop arguing, but don’t worry, we aren’t arguing anymore, and won’t ever if you stay with us,” Harley said and Mari nodded slowly.

“And, Mari darling, don’t blame yourself. Ok? We’re both happy with where we are, your mommy is in a great relationship with Ivy now and is very happy. And I am enjoying the bachelor life!” Joker said happily and Mari beamed at that.

“I’m glad you’re happy now, daddy, mommy,” she whispered and the two nodded back with smiles.

“We are too, Mari darling.”

“I can speak to the officials in France about this as you were taken from your parents,” Bruce said and Mari smiled at that.

“Thank you, Mr. Wayne,” Mari whispered.

“The plane is too far away for them to turn around. But once they land, you’re teacher will be in trouble and investigated for leaving two students in Gotham,” Gordon said walking over to them after finishing the radio call.

“You should also have her adopted parents investigated,” Chloe said thru a scoff and that had the small group looking over at her while Mari shrunk.

“What do you mean?” Gordon asked confused.

“They neglect her daily and force her to work in the bakery or make things for her ‘friends’ even though they know she doesn’t think of them as such,” she explained and Gordon slowly nodded at that.

“I’ll tell them that,” he said walking away.

“While that is figured out, why don’t you two stay at Wayne Manor until it’s all done,” Bruce suggested and the two teens nodded agreement.

“I’ll take your bag,” Damian said and Mari smiled at that as she stood up and her parents squished her between them.

Yeah, she’s happy to finally be home.

Ok, I hope you guys enjoyed this!! This was pretty fun to write. If enough people ask, there MAY be a second part. But we’ll see. Anyways! Hope you enjoyed this long fic! Until Next Time!! -Love Willa<3<3<3

[eadanga]

The Christmas Present

Summary: MC get a special Christmas present from the one she loves

Paring:ChrisxMC

MC looked out the window as she watched the snow fall. She was spending Christmas with her family and friends and was at a party hosted by her childhood friend Owen. But the one person she wanted to spend it with couldn’t make it. Chris the man she loved the guy who was always there for her making her smile making her laugh always showing his love and affection for her. They had a plan to spend Christmas together but Maine had a bad blizzard and it caused power outages so Chris had to stay behind to help his mom and siblings.

He called her to tell her he will make it up to her 100 times apologizing over and over again. MC sighed Why couldn’t mother nature snow elsewhere?

“MC?” She turned around and saw Owen standing behind her

“What’s up?”

He chuckles “You do know there’s a party going on right? Come on you’re always the life of the party” He playfully narrows his eyes “Unless we’re boring to you”

“What? No!”

He laughs and turns around “Hey guys we’re not good enough for MC college has changed her she’s too mature for us now”

“Oh shut up you ass” MC playfully smacks him and walks back into the living room

“All jokes aside what’s on your mind? Is it some boy? Has someone finally claimed our little MC’s heart?”

MC rolls her eyes “You’re so annoying you know that”

Owen grabs his chest and pouts “My heart you have wounded me MC”

A scoff came from behind them and they turned around and saw Simone standing behind them “Oh please Owen who would date her?”

MC rolled her eyes “Hello Simone good to see you’re still bitch”

“Rude” She smirks “And good to see you’re still lonely and single”

“I’m not single”

“Yeah right well I’m going back to enjoy the party. Owen when I get back dance with me?” She gives him a flirtatious smile and bats her eyelashes before walking away

“Did you invite her?”

“No she just showed up and said I don’t need an invite”

“I don’t know why you dated her”

“I ask myself that everyday” He gives her a smile “Ignore her this is a party remember?”

“You’re right I’m not gonna stoop to her childish level”

“That’s the spirit!” MC’s phone buzzes in her pocket “I’m gonna let you get that while I go mingle” He gives her a goofy grin and struts away as MC giggles

She pulls her phone out and answers “Hello?”

“Hey beautiful”

She smiles “Hi Chris”

“How’s my girl?”

“Good been thinking of you all day”

“Really? Funny I was doing the same thing”

MC giggles “You’re adorable”

“No I think that’s you. Can you do me a favor beautiful?”

“Sure thing what is it?”

“I got you something nice it arrived today open the door”

MC walks over to the door and opens it her jaw dropped at the sight before her “Chris?”

He grins “That’s my name” MC smiles and launches herself into his arms. He holds her tightly and kisses her over and over again. She pulls away tears streaming down her face. He wipes them away “Hey what’s with the tears?”

“I’m just so happy to see you I thought you couldn’t make it because of -”

“The raging storms?” MC turned around and saw Owen

Chris smiles “Hey man thanks for setting this up”

“No problem”

“What? You knew about this?”

“Yeah I found him on social media and arranged the whole thing. You’re my best friend and if this guy makes my bestie happy then I want him here”

“So there was no blizzard”

“Oh yes there are but I arranged it before the blizzard hit” He laughs “Even told him to exaggerate the story more so you’ll believe it”

MC rolls her eyes “You’re goofy but thanks for this”

“Welcome anytime just when you’re wedding comes up I wanna be a groomsmen”

Chris chuckles as MC pushes him out trying not to laugh “Get out of here”

He laughs harder “You’re kicking me out of my own house? This is mutiny!”

“Go!” He laughs as he walks away. MC turns back to Chris “Sorry about him”

Chris chuckles “It’s ok baby now let’s talk about you” He looks her up and down “In that gorgeous dress”

MC giggles “Like it? I just bought it”

“I fucking love it” He leans in and whispers “It’s shame that I have to rip it off you”

“Chris!” She shoves him away playfully “You control yourself”

“Impossible when I’m next to you”

“Why hello there” MC groaned as Simone walked over to them

“Hi you must be Simone”

“I see you’ve heard of me” She gives him a flirtatious smile “How about we go have a drink together?” She reaches out with to grab his hand but MC slaps her hand away

“Don’t fucking touch my boyfriend”

“Oh please you expect me to believe this hot guy is your boyfriend? Why would he want someone like you when he can have something better?” She steps closer to Chris “Why don’t we go somewhere private?”

Chris steps back and crosses his arms “Why would I go anywhere with you when you just insulted my girlfriend?”

“You’re really dating her please she’s a nobody”

“You know you remind me of me this girl from my school she’s a bitch as well. Maybe she’s your long lost twin”

“Excuse me?!”

“And why would I ever leave this beautiful gorgeous woman for someone as ugly and bitter as you. I don’t date trashy girls like you. Now take your stupid ass out of here”

Simone huffs and walks away as MC laughs “You shut her down”

“Yeah she was annoying” He smiles and wraps an arm around her waist pulling her closer “I won’t trade you for anything”

“Awww Chris you’re sweet”

“Only cause I have you” He holds a mistletoe over her head “And look at that you’re standing underneath the mistletoe”

MC giggles and kisses him deeply

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[jade-kyo]

Jadey’s Tangled Rewatch: Before Ever After

Hello my good friendos and welcome to a new little thing I’m doing- basically I’ve decided I’d like to rewatch TTS again and well I figured why not share my thoughts while I did it! This will just be little things I especially loved or new details I’ve never noticed before! All around it’s just gonna be me having a good time with my favorite show and characters. 💙💚❤️

Welp, let’s get started with the good ole Before Ever After short movie!

Right off the bat I just love Eugene’s opening monologue! Also, I remember reading a theory somewhere that this is actually them reciting the story to their kids and like- I love that so much and totally stand by that headcanon.

LOOK AT THEM

LOOK. AT. THEM.

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

honestly, I feel like this song alone does such a great job showing why Rapunzel isn’t quite content with her life as a princess yet. Yes, she’s happy to have a real life and a real family but she still desires to see more cause well she was forcefully kept away from it for 18 years. She feels overwhelmed by all the princess stuff because it’s been forced onto her and she just wants a moment to experience things for herself and figure out who she is over what others want her to be.

Also- the absolute BEAUTY that is Rapunzel and Eugene’s voices together, they just sound so genuinely beautiful singing like that and just ugh I love that part so much. The HARMONIES! It’s just *chiefs kiss*

Small detail but I love the way Raps plays with her hair when she’s nervous, it adds so much personality to the animation, and messing with her hair was a nervous tick she had in the movie so it makes for consistency in her character between the movie and show.

So the proposal scene- Eugene’s whole speech is so genuinely endearing and heartfelt and Rapunzel looks so happy. Even if this wasn’t the right moment you can still tell that they genuinely love each other. And like Rap’s reaction is understandable, she’s 18, she’s been locked in a tower her whole life, she’s young and just not quite ready to make that kind of commitment. She wants to experience her life more fully before making such big decisions.

Also, I just love how ready Cass was to sneak her out of the castle. That’s some true friendship right there. They some feral girls. And then of course Eugene pouring his heart out to a frog is both hilarious and heartwarming.

Admittedly Wind in my Hair isn’t one of my favorites but I think it makes for a good theme song that ultimately fits the overall vibe and meaning behind the show. Seek out your own adventures, make your own way, find who you are, and of course- there’s more in you. The visuals are also very well done, cute, and fun to watch!

And of course- the moment it all truly began. When Rapunzel touches the black rocks bringing back her 70ft of hair. I love this shot cause well it happens in front of the moon- pretty good foreshadowing huh? And also this entire sequence is so intense and awesome! I really love it and it sets up the kind of fun adventures we have to look forward to!

Also- “did you see the 70ft of my father is going to kill me growing from my head!” I just really love that line.

FREAKIN PASCALS FACE LIGHTS UP WHEN HE SEES RAPUNZEL'S HAIR IS BACK! I’ve never noticed this before and now I’m laughing 😂 Eugene’s face is great too

Oh my god, Eugene’s entire spiel is great- this scene is such comedy gold.

And then of course-

“You don’t hide things from the people you love. Ever.”

“Rapunzel honey?”

“HIDE YOUR HAIR WOMAN YOU GOTTA HIDE YO HAIR”

Just- I love Eugene- I love him so much. And New Dream is so freakin precious.

There it is, the main theme, the tag line, and the whole meaning behind this show. This is about to get a tad bit sappy but this has always meant so much to me. Much like Rapunzel, I endured a lot of emotional abuse as a kid (from my brother) and this message means a lot to me as does Rapunzel’s whole character. This show has been a huge inspiration to me for overcoming a lot of my issues and just it means so much to me. “There’s more in you.” That’s something everyone needs to hear, and this show is amazing for saying it.

And of course, shout out to Arianna for being the hecking best mom around, I love her.

Alright but like I love Cain’s design, especially her hair it’s so cool! She’s a really cool villain, though I must say she is definitely taking out her issues on the wrong person- Raps was a little baby who was kidnapped, sweetheart, Fredrick’s bad decisions are not her fault. Not to mention that her dad is still a thief and, while he might not have deserved to be sent away, he did still partake in illegal and harmful activities warranting arrest.

So no more screenshots cause I reached the limit but- Bro That fight scene is so cool and Raps is so awesome I love her.

Fredrick is a turd, nothing new there.

AND NOW- New Dream- I love them, the fact that they openly communicate. Eugene’s understanding, Rapunzel being honest with what she needs from him- it’s all so good and I love them so much.

And the transition from Life After Happily Ever After into Wind in my Hair? The animation? The vocals? *chiefs kiss*

And there you have it- the first of many- as I said this is just a fun little thing I’m doing cause I felt like it. Just sort of sharing things I liked and noticed and little thoughts I have. It’s not supposed to be anything super in-depth or detailed, just me having fun. 💙💚❤️

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A Soul to Mend His Own | Ch. 47

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Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Will tag as I go along, Will update tags, Slow Burn, Influenced by Star Trek and other Sci-Fi themes, References to We Happy Few, Tons of References and quotes to George Orwells 1984 see if you can find them all, The First Order is the new Big Brother,  but who is really surprised, Blatant Nazi Symbolism, Interrogation Themes, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Really just drawn out Slow Burn, Don’t repost without permission, Torture themes, Suggestive Themes, Execution themes, Disturbing Themes, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Controlling Kylo Ren, Physical Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Kylo Ren is Not Nice, Kylo Ren Has Issues, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, Possessive Kylo Ren

A Kylo Ren x Modern! Reader in a soulmate au with some canon divergence. —————————————SLOWBURN————————————–

He is already the Supreme leader, searching the universe to find you, his Empress. Your name on his wrist has been the only constant in his life, while you have doubts about his existence and his acceptance of you. He isn’t in the database and why did the name Kylo Ren cover Ben Solo?

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Chapter 47: Leaving and Arriving

You finished eating your lunch when Kylo’s commlink notified him of your arrival to Mars. He stood and took your arm under his, he started to escort you out of your chambers and you made him pause, “What is it kitten?”

You looked around the room, “Just saying goodbye to the home I’ve known for two weeks.”

He drew your face up into a kiss, “Now kitten, we will be going to a better home, this one was always going to be temporary. And anyway my home is always with you.” He kissed you again before you let him take you out into the halls, for once he was not donning his helmet, but rather it was under his arm.  

You made your way to the hangar where the command shuttle awaited to take you the short distance to the Supremacy. You were greeted by the knights, Phasma, and Hux along with some other officers. You spotted Mitaka double-checking your luggage. Before you boarded the shuttle an entire battalion of stormtroopers and various pilots and officers saluted your entourage a farewell.

You, Hux, Phasma, Mitaka, and Kylo boarded the command shuttle, but the knights boarded a ship of their own, you also watched as TIE Pilots prepared for your escort. You were excited and nervous all at the same time. You were made nervous by the TIE fighters, you hoped you would never have to see them in action.

You noticed someone missing from your group, “Where is Olivia-Rose?”

“Her flight has already landed on the Supremacy m’lady she arrived there early this morning,” said Hux. “I was under the impression that she would be joining me on the flight there,” you said as you remembered the general had said that she would join you.

“Yes, m’lady I do believe I said that. But your other lady-in-waiting wished to meet her and prepare with her before your arrival. She has had a good amount of training, but your other lady-in-waiting wanted to make sure she was up to speed on what she would need to know.”

“There are things that she needs to know?”

“Yes, m’lady but I think it is best that you let them explain what their full duties are.”

You were now curious as to the secrecy of your other lady-in-waiting. You wondered how often you would be with them and what they were to do with you. This was a whole new experience you were not quite ready for.

The flight was rather short and silent, Kylo’s gloved fingers ran over your knuckles as he held your hand. He still insisted that he was the one to buckle and unbuckle you, his hands always lingering a bit longer than they had to. You could sense that the lieutenant was equal parts nervous and excited. He kept looking at your luggage and back to his data pad. This caused a small smile on your face. Hopefully, your new ladies-in-waiting would help ease some of his stress, otherwise, you had a feeling that he would die young from stress and not in battle.

The shuttle docked in the hangar, Kylo got up to unbuckle you this time stealing a kiss from your lips. After he assisted you to stand he fastened his helmet, once more you were greeted with the dark black helmet marred with jagged red lines, and the brightness of chrome.

The others departed the ship before you two, he took your arm in his and lead you down the exit ramp, where you were greeted by hundreds and hundreds of officers and ‘troopers. It took your breath away for a moment. They saluted and in unison said, “Long live the Supreme Leader.”

You were shaken by the might of it, Kylo’s other hand coming to rest on your arm to help steady you before he said, “Long live the First Order,” to which the rest of your flight companions echoed shortly thereafter. You felt awkward being the only person to not say anything but Kylo urged you on forward.

You then spotted the lieutenant taking place next to two women. One you recognized as Olivia-Rose, the other you didn’t. You assumed she was your other lady-in-waiting. They contrasted each other in many ways, Olivia-Rose was young-looking with honey-colored skin, straight black hair wrapped up in a bun and brown eyes but the other woman was middle-aged with curled red hair, green eyes, and rather pale skin. Both were dressed in black dress suits that reminded you of old Hollywood movie stars. Olivia-rose wore simple delicate jewelry but the other woman wore elegant statement jewelry and had a leopard print bow attached at her lower waist. The lieutenant in his uniform looked both out of place but yet right at home in his black uniform.

Kylo moved to have you greet them. The middle-aged woman spoke first bowing lowly, “It is an honor to serve you Supreme Leader. I am humbled by your decision to make me your matches’ lady-in-waiting,” she then turned to speak to you. “It is an honor to serve you, Lady Ren, my name is Adlez.” She bowed once more to you and stepped back.

“Hello again, m’lady. It is an honor that you have chosen me for such a position,” said Olivia-Rose, her posh British accent coming out in full force. She bowed to you and stepped back.

“We will meet you with your things in your chambers in 20 minutes, as that should give you both sufficient time to see them,” said Adlez. All three of them then left to take care of your luggage, or rather you heard Aldez order stormtroopers around while Kylo whisked you off down the halls of your new home.

It took you a while to reach your new chambers, the door seemed larger than the one on board the Steadfast. Entering the room you were greeted with large ceilings of a large room, you were surrounded by creamy walls and lots of wood accents. If you had to place your finger on a style design it reminded you of atomic age mid-century modern decor. The Jetsons meets Mad Men. The general was right in saying there was a large sitting room with a bar. The part where you entered the room went up two stories, but near the sitting area and bar, there was a tall loft that overlooked the entrance.

But you could see nature outside the large windows, you pulled Kyo along to see the large yard outside the large wall of windows, You opened a glass double door and took a step ‘outside.’ “What is this place,” you ask.

Kylo gave a small chuckle, “You have a fondness for being planetside, one that I do not share. So I had this large garden put it, so you could still feel like you are home.”

You paused and felt the simulated sun on your face, you watched as Kylo went to grab a remote from the patio table in between a set of lounge chairs. You could see a pool and plenty of greenery, there even was a garden bed with your favorite flowers growing out of it. The yard was sparsely surrounded by large trees. You wondered how he got all of this in here. He then hit a button on the remote, and the forest beyond your trees that you were seeing were replaced by an image of a waterfall, then a desert, then some mountains, then a beach, and finally by the stars that were surrounding you. You approached the window, to your left you could see Mars in all of its red glory. It was all wonderful.

Kylo took your hand and lead you back ‘inside.’ You walked passed the large bar into a hallway where you were greeted with large warm wood panels, ones that made you feel fond of Earth rather than horrid wood paneling from gross basements. To your left was a large vanity/dressing room, with a long wall of built-in armoires in the same wood the walls in the hall. The rest of the room was painted in your favorite color, there was a large vanity on one side, for you to get ready and in the middle of the room was a chaise lounge and ottoman, to the left was a large full-length mirror. It felt as if you were in a dream.

The room opposite in the hallway was the kitchen, that seemed to have a wall on either side of it, but the glass windows facing the ‘outside’ were the focal point of the room. It had a door that leads to a beautiful dining room that had a table as large as the one in the conference room. He then guided you to your main room, the bedroom. It was large and featured a bed that reminded you of ones in palaces as it was so big, the wood paneling continued in this room, your chambers did not have the harsh florescent lighting of the rest of the ship, it reminded you of the warm glow of old incandescent bulbs. Along one of the walls was another set of built-in armoires, which you assumed held Kylo’s things.

To your left was a staircase that took you up into the loft, which was another large sitting space, with a large fireplace on one wall. The wall that divided your bedroom from the rest of the mostly open concept living area. All in all, there were only 5 enclosed rooms in the large space, including the bathroom, which was next on your list to see. The bathroom faced the windowed wall, but you had privacy through shrubs and trees. It was large and beautiful, with a large tub and a large separate shower, it was almost as large as your apartment was.

Kylo kissed you and then asked, “Is this a good enough home?” His hands carding themselves through your hair. Holding you sweetly.

“This is perfect,” you responded. Chasing for another kiss. You both stayed like that for a few more moments before a chime rang through the chambers. Kylo leads you to the door where you were greeted by the lieutenant, Adlez, Olivia-Rose and several stormtroopers carrying your things. You both stepped aside for them to enter. Adlez leading the march to your dressing room. You both watched the ‘troopers scramble to get out once they had dropped off their load.

Cardo and Ushar entered shortly after. “This is where I have to leave you,” said Kylo kissing you. His lips came to whisper in your ear, “be good Kitten,” and he left.

You nodded to the knights and went to go join the others in your dressing room where Adlez was taking charge. Constantly asking the lieutenant where something was packed away and where it was to go based on her chart.

“Is there anything I can help with,” you ask.

Adlez looked at you with one of your new dresses in her hands, “No m’lady, we have it all handled here. But if you would like you can set up the vanity according to your preferences.” She then proceeded to go about putting things away and Olivia-Rose was right behind her.

You took the cases that you needed for your hair and makeup and started setting up the vanity. You changed the hue of the lights to your preference and the configuration of the drawers. It didn’t take you very long so you took the rest of your toiletries and set them up in the bathroom. When you returned you noticed that they seemed to be moving much faster, putting things away more efficiently than you had packing them.

You decided to ask the question that had been on your mind for a bit, “what is it that you two are to do for me?”

Adlez paused for a moment before continuing her work and answering your question. “We are your ladies-in-waiting. We tend to you. We are hairdressers, dressers, packers, and seamstresses. We help with correspondences and the supervision of other servants. We keep you company in any capacity, through whatever hobbies you desire. We also are informants on other people of court or diplomacy, giving you messages and relaying information to the topic or person at hand.”

“You do all that,” you were shocked at the distinct amount of what their duties entail.

“Yes, and more, Olivia-Rose is still in training under my care, but soon she will be a top-notch lady-in-waiting. I also am a sex coach and a midwife, but do not worry the Dark Lord has informed me of your decision to wait.”

It hit you as to why he asked her to be your lady-in-waiting. “Dark Lord?”

“The Supreme Leader m’lady. Another formal title for his dignity. Would you like me to refrain from using that title?”

“No, no. It’s fine, you are just the first person I have heard use it.” Although referring to him as dark in any other context other than his dressing in black made you rather uncomfortable.

“Well, it is a common use of his title on my home planet, Corellia. We are very thankful and forever indebted to the First Order from saving us from the horridness of the New Republic,” said Adlez. You could tell she was proud but stern, with an air of motherly instinct thrown in there. Olivia-Rose seemed much more shy and timid than her counterpart, but she also seemed in awe of the woman who’s wing she was under.

“M’lady, the allegiant general will be here at any moment for your lesson, we shall finish down here and then join you upstairs,” said the lieutenant who also seemed a bit intimidated by the strong personality of Adlez. You took your leave and went to the sitting area upstairs to wait for your next lesson.  

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"Well, well, well," Jaemin clicked his tongue as he took steady steps towards you. "We would've been so good together... but you just had to be so stubborn that I had to resort to more rash methods." Your hands gripped the kitchen knife you were able to grasp before running out of your apartment.

"What the hell's gotten into you?!" You shout. Jaemin played around with the dark energy forming around his hands. What happened to the sweet intern he once was? You stared at your reflection on the knife, what could it do against that? You just saw him alter an entire block, for god's sake.

"Hey!" You know that voice but from where? You looked behind Jaemin, who merely turned his head at the voice. Behind him was a man you should've recognized, wearing the iconic suit of blue and red, he stood with his shoulders squared and his arms crossed. "So you're the cause of traffic? I was late to work because of that, you know."

"Superman!" Your eyes shone. You had been investigating, er, reporting about his exploits for months now and, good lord, here he was now in the flesh.

"You," Jaemin’s voice held an unfamiliar tone of disdain. His attention shifted to the hero and he readied another attack. Your heart raced in your chest, you were about to witness maybe one of the most iconic fights of all time and your damn camera was shattered.

But… no. That didn’t happen.

Jaemin lunged forward to tackle Superman, but the hero dodged it and, instead, flew towards you. It was like time had stopped. You felt him grab your waist and hoist you into the sky. You gripped onto his arm and swallowed back the shriek.

“Let’s get you to safety first, okay?!” He shouts against the air resistance. You looked up at him.

Huh, strange, you couldn’t tell because of the mask but… he looked a little like Johnny. No, no way, last you saw your coworker he was visiting his parents in the country. He noticed you staring and, with a confident smirk, he spoke.

“Not every day you get swept off of your feet, I know,” he says with a light tone. You were too shell-shocked to say anything. He scans the city below before placing you down on the rooftop of the Daily Planet. “Wait here! He can’t find you here,” he instructs. You nodded quickly and watched him fly off back to your apartment.

“Goodness gracious…” you muttered. “I’ve gotta tell my boss!” Realization hit you and you ran for the stairs. You dialed up Johnny’s number, he’d be ecstatic to hear this breakthrough.

Ringing, ringing…

“Hello, the number you have called is out of cellular range, please leave a message after the tone.”

“Johnny! Johnny, we had a huge breakthrough! Well, there’s a lot going on, head back here as soon as you can!” You ended the message quickly and ran into the office.

“(L/N)! Where the hell have you been?!” Your boss shouts. “Get on the scene right now! We need front-line footage of Superman and whoever the hell he’s fighting! We’ll get that law-breaking fucker this time,” he grumbles.

“Uh, about that, sir,” you got ready to explain to your boss that you couldn’t exactly… do that. If only Johnny was here, he was the boss's favorite.

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Chapter 9

Kagome groaned as the shrill sound of her phone forced her into consciousness.  It felt like she had only just fallen asleep.  It had taken her most of the night to clean the shards from the floor and dresser. She had no clue what had happened, but between her dreams and the mirror shattering, she had been too freaked out to fall back asleep, despite her exhaustion.

Thankfully, she had not had any further dreams after she had finally fallen into a broken slumber.  A slight shudder raked through her body at the memory.  She had been standing at the shrine with three vases on the alter in front of her. The first vase was familiar, she had seen and unfortunately broken it two days before, but here it was, intact. She reached out to touch it, and she saw Kanji characters flare red before fading like ash as the vase broke. As she watched smoke began to billow out of the cracks of the vase, coalescing above the alter, the faint shape of a dragon visible in the haze.  A voice whispered to Kagome, she could not make out the words, but the voice compelled her towards the second vase, a light gray vessel with white and black flowers for decoration, beautiful in its simplicity.  The whisper grew louder as she approached, and she was entranced by the vase.

“Kagome.”

She froze as Inuyasha’s voice purred her name in the dream, her hand centimeters from the second vase. At his voice she felt her head clear, the vase she had just found so beautiful and compelling now terrified her. There was danger inside the beauty, a darkness that she knew would try to destroy her.  She took a deep breath and felt energy course through her body. She raised her hand to see a light glow had enveloped her.  The whisper in the mist turned angry, and as she raised her head the dragon in the mist turning its head to watch her, its eyes glowing crimson though the smoke as the whisper turned into a howl of frustration.

She had been pulled out of the dream by the mirror cracking and shattering, her arms cut by flying pieces of glass.

Needless to say, she had not gotten a lot of rest.

Grumbling she picked up the phone and answered with a sleep “Hello?”

“Ah Kagome, good morning. I hope you do not mind but Totosai gave me your number and asked me to call you, we need to leave in a half hour.”

Kagome pulled her phone away from her ear in confusion “Who… who is this?”

She heard laughter. “Apologies Lady Kagome, this is Miroku.”

She groaned; it was too early to deal with him.  “What do you want Miroku?”

“The council meeting. We leave in a half hour and we need you to be there with us.”

Kagome groaned. “Totosai said I had the morning off, why does he need me there?”

“It... actually wasn’t Totosai who said you need to be there.”

That cut through Kagome’s sleep induced stupor.  

“Wait what?”

“It wasn’t Totosai. The Inu No Taisho said your presence was necessary.”

“But... why?”

She heard Miroku chuckle. “Something about being the one with the ability to awaken them and a broken seal.”

Kagome sat up straight, now wide awake, snippets of her dream and the broken vase flashing through her thoughts.

“How long do I have?”

“Thirty Minutes. See you then.”

Kagome scrambled out of bed and dashed for the shower.

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Exactly thirty minutes later Kagome stood in the doorway to Totosai’s office, slightly panting from her sprint across campus.  Miroku stood inside waiting for her, a half smile on his face as he let her catch her breath.

“If you will follow me, they have already begun downstairs.”

Kagome visibly started. “Just how big is this building?”

Miroku chuckled. “It’s like the Tardis.  It’s bigger on the inside.”

“Nerd.” Kagome whispered as she passed him.

“My dear Kagome, you went on a two year walk about to learn more about different cultures and religions before deciding to study the past through the relics of the dead…”

Kagome glared at Miroku as they made their way towards a hidden elevator.  “And how exactly do you know about that?”

Miroku tilted his head as he studied her before entering the elevator and turning back to her.  “I help Totosai screen all the students.  He can read energy from objects; I can read energy from people.”

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If you were to look at their campus, one would never have expected there to be what Kagome could only describe as an ancient arena under the buildings.  She stared in awe at the room in front of her, she and Miroku had entered the main presentation level where she could see Totosai, Inuyasha, Toga, and Sesshomaru standing.  The floor was surrounded by tiers of elegant seats, the room could easily hold 1000 if it were at full capacity.  Her gaze was drawn to the other end of the room to the seven… people… sitting in the seats watching the four in front of them.  Toga’s deep voice teased the edge of her hearing, but she could not make out the words.  Miroku took her by the elbow and moved with her to join the group.

As they moved forward, she could hear that Toga was discussing what had led to the sealing, Miroku whispering the translation for her, however her attention was caught by the group in the seating area.  

A man with black hair, deep tan skin and bright blue eyes sat in the middle, his posture and tone showed his familiarity with the Inu’s before him.  His hair was pulled away from his face, and as he turned to listen to a companion, she saw his ears were slightly pointed, like Toga and Sesshomaru’s. Miroku noticed that Kagome was not listening to him and followed the direction of her gaze.

“The yokai in the center is Koga.” Miroku leaned down to whisper to Kagome as they walked. “He is the prince of the Ookami, and Lord of the Northern Lands.  He has been a member of the council since its formation and was an ally of Lord Toga before the seals were placed.”

Miroku nodded his head slightly towards a man sitting to Koga’s right, his bright red hair tumbling in curls tied with a green ribbon that matched his eyes.

“That is Shippo, he represents the Kitsunes.  He was a child when the council was formed but inherited the seat when his father was unfortunately killed by the Thunder Brothers, allies of Ryukotsusei.  They tortured him for information on where the guardians were sealed and killed him in a fit of rage when he refused to answer.”

“Now I see why Inuyasha said they limited who had the information.” Kagome whispered back. Miroku nodded slightly in response. Kagome’s eyes went to the woman sitting to Koga’s left, her deeply tanned skin a stark contrast to her silver hair and lavender eyes.

“Lady Shiori, the representative of the bats.  They were one of the last Yokai to join the council, there was an internal fight over which faction they would join, until Ryukotsusei targeted them to obtain the secret to their barrier magic.  Shiori is the only member of the council that is a Hanyou like Inuyasha.” Kagome’s eyes darted to Miroku at that.

“She inherited the power of her father, Tsukuyomaru, to create barriers.  It is a unique ability among the bats, and highly revered.  Even as a hanyou she is one of the strongest members of the bats and was selected as their Lady.”

“And what of the woman sitting next to… Shippo was it?” Kagome asked.

Miroku looked at the woman, taking in her long dark hair pulled into a high ponytail and her crimson eyes.  The ends of her hair seemed to be constantly moving as if a soft wind had caught the strands.

“Kagura, a wind demon. She sits as the Lady of the Elemental Yokai that have sided with Lord Koga.  Our research does not have much information on her, other than a note to be warry, she is beautiful and lethal.”

Miroku went on to identify the remaining two women on the dais, Toran of the Panther Demons who looked human with pale green hair, and Tekki, the Queen of the Demon Birds with her gorgeous feathers and wings.  He paused looking at the last member.    

“Hachiemon, I am surprised he was chosen as the Tanuki representative.”  Hachiemon looked like… well he looked like a racoon, which surprised Kagome.  She had never encountered any stories of the Tanuki in her travels or research, and so he was a puzzle to her.

“Hachi is a friend of the family, he and I grew up together.  He is very eager but not always… the bravest, which is why I am surprised he is the representative.”

By the time Miroku finished the introductions, they were a few feet away from the four standing before the Lords.  

“…the dragon cannot be allowed to awaken until we are ready.” Kagome’s attention was drawn back to the conversation as she made out parts of the words.  She glanced sideways to Miroku, who immediately fell back into translating for her.

“Lord Toga, I remember when the pact was first made, and the blood of the Lords was used to seal Ryukotsusei. How do we know for sure that the appointed time is upon us, perhaps you were awoken early, and the battles are not yet at hand?”

“The first seal has been broken.” Toga’s words caused several of the Lords to gasp.  “Ryukotsusei does not have any of his abilities, nor is he able to possess any human or yokai, but he is still dangerous.  We must begin preparations immediately. We do not know what, if anything, Ryukotsusei has been able to accomplish or even how long he has been unsealed.”

“We must still have time.” Shiori interjected, her eyes reflecting her unease.  “You said only the first seal was broken.” Her movements stilled as her ears detected a subtle change in the room.  Shiori was able to hear the thirteen heartbeats in the room, and the rhythm of one had just… changed.  She closed her eyes to focus on isolating the sounds until she identified the change, lavender eyes opening to stare at Kagome.

“Lord Toga.” Shiori tilted her head as she considered Kagome. “may I ask who this woman is that has you?”

Toga turned and looked back to Kagome, his eyes softening as he took in her nerves before giving her a slight nod.  Kagome took a deep breath and clenched her hands into fists before looking up at the seven powerful beings before her.

“Kagome.  My name is Kagome.”

Koga’s eyes sparkled with appreciation at the bravery of the human.  “And how are you connected Lady Kagome?  I know you are not a member of the alliance.”

“She is the one who released my seal.” Inuyasha stated, a slight growl in his voice as he watched the wolf’s gaze.

“What is it you are hiding from this council Kagome?” Shiori asked softly, and all eyes flew to her then back to Kagome.  “I could hear a change in your heartbeat just now.”

Kagome looked to Miroku, her eyes silently questioning whether she heard the translation correctly. With a shaking voice, Kagome told the council about the vase she had accidentally broken two days before, the gold pulse in the room where Inuyasha, Toga and Sesshomaru had been sealed, the mist with the crimson eyes, finishing with her dream and the shattered mirror.  

As she spoke, Miroku translated for the benefit of the three Inu yokai. Toga’s face lost all hints of softness as he listened, and his eyes went hard as he turned back to the council members, watching them as the translation continued.  Inuyasha’s eyes never left Kagome’s, his lip curling with anger as he listened.  She gave a slight jump as he suddenly appeared beside her; she had not even seen him move.  

Inuyasha’s hand reached out to cup her elbow, drawing her arm up.  She had purposefully worn a long sleeve shirt to hide the cuts on her arms, but Inuyasha’s thumb unerringly traced along each cut gently, a questioning look in his eyes as he growled slightly.

“What’s this about?” Miroku whispered.

Kagome sighed. “When the mirror shattered a few of the pieces cut my arm.  I don’t know how he knew where I had been injured.”

Miroku smiled.  “Dog demons have superior senses of smell Kagome.”

“But why would he care?”

“That… I do not know Lady Kagome, but it is obvious he does.”

Toga’s voice cut through the room as he made a point to look at all seven members of the council.

“Time is of the essence. Ryukotsusei is aware of Kagome and knows that she can break the seals.   She is under our protection now, but we must secure the remaining seals and begin our preparations.  If we have humans and yokai working with us, we must begin training and ensure that all are prepared for what is to come.  Prince Koga, you remember the dangers and difficulties we faced against Ryukotsusei before.  You know what additional risks we will face and the impact of the current era.”

Toga’s eyes began to glow as he drew upon the full power of his yokai, once again donning the mantle of the Inu No Taisho, the Great Dog General.

“The appointed time is here, and Ryukotsusei has begun to awaken. I call upon the terms of the pact, sealed by the eight Yokai Lords, it is time to fulfill the blood vows.”  

Koga looked to the six Yokai leaders seated with him as each nodded slightly in turn.  

The left forearm of each of the yokai and hanyou’s in the room began to shimmer, silver blending with gold, blue, lavender, seafoam, green, burgundy, purple and yellow above their arms before the colors faded into the skin, leaving behind a shimmering mark.

Toga’s voice reverberated through the room.

“The pact is bound.”

[starrynite7114]

two sides of reality: two

A/N: I have been overwhelmed with the response you have all given me for not only this story, but my other stories as well. I just want to thank you all for just taking time out of your day to read my stories. I love seeing the likes and comments you guys have been living me. Thank you so much! I hope you all enjoy this latest chapter. 

The next prompt should be posted in two days. Snapshots update will be posted by the end of the week and another one-shot I have planned will be posted at the end of the weekend. I might post snapshot first, really depends where my muse will be this next few days since I have finals. But I will post for sure!

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Angel parked his bike beside Coco, Gilly parking beside him. EZ opted out, reasoning that he had some reading to do. Angel didn’t answer. Between himself and EZ, Rhian was a sore subject. EZ blamed him, always did when it came to Rhian, which he understood. It was his foolishness that broke their friendship, a ten year friendship down the drain. But EZ could have fought for her, the problem was, Emily became his main priority, Rhian truly just became a memory to EZ. At least from Angel’s understanding, that’s what happened. 

Daniel had heard the motorcycles and prayed his tio didn’t decide to make a surprised appearance, but to his relief, it was Coco and Gilly, who regularly watched when Rhian was there. But what surprised him was Angel’s appearance. 

“The fuck is he doing here?” He heard the disdain in Sergio’s voice. 

The bad blood between Sergio and Angel occurred due to various reasons. But the most prominent, at least from what Daniel believed, was that Angel took Sergio’s opportunity with Erica and they never recovered from that. They were never friends, but they were at least cordial till that whole debacle. 

Rhian walked over to Daniel and Sergio, waving hello to the Mayans members. 

“Tio Taza is going a little overboard with the protection tonight,” Rhian stood beside Sergio, his arm wrapping around her shoulder. 

“Angel never goes, why is he here? Is the club being threatened?” Sergio looked at Daniel.

He shrugged. “I don’t keep tabs on them, did you want me to start doing that too besides the numerous things you have me doing?”

“Don’t be such a wise ass.” Sergio rolled his eyes. “This isn’t your scene,” it was the first thing Sergio said, but he didn’t direct it towards Gilly and Coco, who he got along with. It was towards Angel.

“Why, you insecure I’m gonna steal your thunder?” Angel smugly retorted.

“Okay, okay, let’s not play who has the bigger dick,” Rhian rolled her eyes. “I’m dipping right after my race.”

“You’re the only race, drifting makes too much noise.” Daniel looked at the time, ten minutes till start. “Are you leaving for Seattle after your exam tomorrow?”

“Yes, well depending when this old man gets up,” she playfully smacked Sergio’s stomach.

“You’re such a brat,” Sergio shook his head. 

“Seattle?” Coco questioned.

“Sergio goes with you?” Daniel never knew this fact. He always thought that Rhian went alone. At times Sergio was gone the same time as Rhian, but he always thought Sergio was in LA since his daughter was over there. 

“Not all the time,” Rhian and Sergio shared a look. This didn't go unnoticed by Angel who was surprised by this. Did the two have something going on under Daniel’s nose? There was no fucking way. “He just joins me to make sure I don’t die.”

Daniel frowned. At times, he was intimidated by the relationship Sergio and Rhian shared. Sergio just seemed to be the better older brother to her and it didn’t sit well with Daniel every now and then, especially now.

“Don’t do that, it’s nothing big. He has a girl he sleeps with in Seattle.” That was a lie, but it wasn’t far fetched. Sergio was a good looking guy, he’s had his fair share of women.

“Oh, Daniella?” 

Daniel fell for it and Sergio couldn’t believe just how well Rhian could lie at times.

“Yes, psycho,” Rhian agreed. “See you boys later.”

Rhian passed by Angel, smiling at him as she did. She wasn’t sure why Angel was here today, but she hoped this wouldn’t be a normal occurrence. She didn’t have a problem with Angel, whatever happened in high school, stayed there. Him and his brother were the ones who avoided her or acted awkward towards her. But she didn’t mind. The Reyes men were trouble and she rather steer clear from that. 

“So, abandoned parking lot, I’m guessing she’s drifting?” Coco looked around and he knew that the only reason that the cops weren’t swarming the parking lot was due to their connections. The cops didn’t bat their eyes on street races in an abandoned parking lot, it was much more controlled than a drag race in the streets. 

Drifting refers to a driving technique where the driver intentionally oversteers, causing loss of traction in the rear wheels through turns, while maintaining vehicle control and a high exit speed.

It was another form of racing. Not quite like the straight shot races where you had four cars battling it out on the streets of California. Drifting was slightly different.

For example, the usual drifting races only had two cars racing at a time and the usual venue for this type of race was a parking structure. The objective of drifting was to be the first one to get to the top of the parking structure. In every floor of the parking structure there were cars waiting for the racers to come up, recording the race on their phones, cameras, or GoPro’s. While the competitors make their way up the structure, the people from the first floor usually make their way up to see who wins. Some stay downstairs to prepare for the next race.

Basically, the objective of the race was to be the first car to reach the top floor. But the difference with other races was that one had to do it in style. Glide at every corner, with full control of your car, flawless being the key cause if you weren’t your car would end up totaled or worse, someone could die.

“Didn’t think this type of scene was still thriving, Fast and the Furious ain’t doing it for you two?” Gilly loved pulling Sergio and Daniel’s leg. They took this seriously, but he knew that the reason they were so invested since it brought in business for them. 

“Everyone wants to emulate,” Sergio smirked. 

“Can’t believe you let your sister put her life on the line like this,” Angel commented, causing both Daniel and Sergio to narrow their eyes at him.

“That’s rich, coming from the asshole who broke her fucking heart.” Sergio spat out with venom.

Daniel watched Sergio walk away and make his way over to the other members of their team, Knockout. “Listen Reyes, no one invited you to come and if you actually think I can tell my sister what to do, it just shows how much you don’t know Rhian.” He followed after Sergio.

“You just had to open your fucking mouth,” Coco shook his head, taking out a cigarette. “I told you, it was a bad idea for you to come here.”

“Why did you come? You never cared about Rhian before.” Gilly added.

“How the fuck would you know that I don’t care about her?” Angel countered.

“No need to get hostile hermano, I’m just pointing out that you and baby brother avoid Rhian like the fucking plague.” Much like Coco, Gilly knew of what occurred years ago between Rhian, Angel and EZ. The three never talked about it and for him, EZ and Angel was ashamed and for Rhian, well, it was years ago. She had other things to worry about that things that occurred in high school. 

“See, told you I wasn’t the only one who noticed.” Coco scoffed. 

Angel chose to remain quiet. He didn’t need to tell them his reasons. Him and Rhian had enough time to avoid one another, maybe it was time for him to grow a pair and make it up to her like he always wanted to do so.

Rhian inspected her car, making sure everything was in order. 

“Rhi, I made some modifications in your car, should be able to drift much smoother than last time,” Aaron informed her, his handy tablet on hand. “We changed the shifter and it should be able to tell you when is the best time to shift.” It’s not that she needed a computer telling her to do so, but Aaron liked putting in the latest technology in Rhian’s car. 

“You spoil me.”

“Someone has to.”

“Rhian, always a sight to see,” her opponent, Joey greeted her. 

“Joey, still running the harem,” she nodded her head over towards the four women wearing white shirts behind his car. “How do you keep up?”

“You can join and find out.” He winked at her. 

“Watch it mother fucker!” Sergio called out, hearing his comment. 

“Tell your dog to heel, it was a joke.” Joey held his hands up.

Rhian laughed. “I don’t know, maybe it’s about time you get your ass beat by someone.”

“Why not put your money where that pretty mouth is and let’s add a stipulation.”

“And what is that?” 

“I win, you go on a date with me, if I lose, I’ll double the amount.”

She enjoyed egotistical bastards like Joey who thought with their dick. This wasn’t the first time a stipulation such as this was added. Men were such simple creatures, especially men like Joey. To get their dick wet, they were willing to double an hefty amount of money just to appease their own ego. 

Rhian thrived on that. 

“So you’re gonna put in ten grand for a date that isn’t even guaranteed?” 

“Oh, it is baby, your cute little mouth is going to be wrapped around my cock by the end of the night.” Joey looked over at the Knockout members, who were now joined by the Mayans. His brows furrowed, swallowing hard, knowing he may have stepped the line, but he was already in there. 

“Guess we’ll have to see,” Rhian gave him a tight smile, looking back at her brother who did not look happy with Joey’s comment.

Rhian slipped inside her car, nodding her head towards the host. She turned her car on, taking a deep breath. Another race, another thousands of dollars in her savings. Once she was done with the cartel debt, which was in two months, then she could go wherever she wanted. It was insane how she was surrounded by so many people, yet, she felt alone. Everyone has their own interest and after being screwed over multiple times, she learned to take care of number one, herself.

The host stood in front of the two cars. The two women on the edge of the start line, dresses leave little to the imagination. 

He pointed to the woman to his right. “Ready?” She said.

He pointed to the woman to his left. “Ready?”

“Go!” The host extended his hand to the front, signaling the drivers to be on their way.

As soon as they heard the host say the two letter word, Rhian and Joey immediately accelerated, Joey claiming first place immediately. He shifted gears perfectly, his smirk growing as he did. There was no one better than him in drifting, in every county in California, he has beaten everyone who had to be beat. Beating Daniel’s precious baby sister would be just icing on top of his already well layered cake. Daniel beat him years ago and he could never get the best of him. But he would now, even if it was over his sister. It was basically the same thing, except he would get a date after as well. 

The first turn was coming. Joey looked over to his side view mirror and Rhian was closely behind him. Before colliding with the wall, Joey swiftly turned his steering wheel, perfectly drifting on his first corner, accelerating once more to the next corner. A few cars were on the side, cameras out awaiting on them. 

Rhian, who was caught off guard by Joey’s speed, almost collided with the wall, but she recovered quickly enough to swiftly drift around the corner, accelerating faster to meet up with Joey. She knew she had to shift perfectly or Joey would win. There was no way she was going to lose to this prick. 

Joey looked at his rear view mirror and found Rhian right behind him. He turned once more, nearly missing a spectator that was a little too close to the track line. Joey slightly swerved, but he recovered quickly, accelerating once more.

Rhian turned right after Joey, finally being placed right beside him since the parking lot grew wider. She knew that she had one more floor to go before reaching the top.

She couldn’t break concentration now.

She had to beat Joey.

The turn was coming up, Rhian was slightly in front of Joey now. Their cars were still neck to neck, but Rhian was winning. They turned at the same time, their bumpers were so closed to the wall, you would have thought that they scratched it. Rhian almost hit a car as she turned, but thankfully her car wasn’t that wide to hit it. She accelerated, leaving Joey behind. The road to the top was narrow and it was like a slide that you had to climb up with your car. If she got their first, she would surely win against Joey.

Joey couldn’t believe what he was seeing, Rhian was an amazing drifter, just like her brother. It’s not like he expected her to suck, but he didn’t expect her to be good. They never spoke about Rhian in their world. It was always about Daniel and Sergio, how their team was amazing, but nothing compared to them. He watched as Rhian reached the slide first, professionally turning her car in a sideways position, her side of the car facing the road to the top, as it went up the slide. Joey did the same, following right after her car, but she won.

She reached the top first, meeting a crowd of people not at all surprised to see her car to be the one to make it to the top. She stopped right in front of her team, who was cheering for her. Sergio opened the door and grabbed Rhian, dragging her out of her car. He hugged her as the rest of the members congratulated her. Coco, Gilly and Angel joined in, clapping for her, but their eyes were trained on Joey. They heard the disrespectful words he had said to Rhian, they couldn’t let that slide. 

Joey’s car made it to the top and parked right beside hers. The crowd was now cheering for Rhian. Joey opened his car door, dismayed by his loss. But he recognized that he lost, he wasn’t an idiot to try and fight his lost, especially with the way the Mayan members were glaring at him. 

“A win is a win, I can respect that,” Joey took out the envelope that held the money Rhian won, handing it over. “You’re almost as good as your brother.”

Before Rhian could reply, Coco and Gilly stepped in front of her with Angel in front of them.

“That’s cute, but do you think we can forget how you disrespected her before your race?” Angel gave him a sinister smile.

Joey backed up, holding his hands up. “Listen man, it was just my competitive nature.”

“Competitive nature? So you tell all of your opponents that when you win, they’re gonna suck your dick?” 

“Look man, I don’t want any trouble.” 

“Angel, it’s okay,” Rhian touched his arm, causing Angel to turn to her. “He’s harmless.”

He sighed and turned to Joey. “You lucky she’s merciful cause I would have had you eating through a fucking tube. Now beat it,” Angel dismissed him.

Joey immediately left.

Angel turned to speak to Rhian, but by the time he did, she was back in her car, going down the way she came up. 

“Where’s your sister going?” Angel questioned.

Daniel shrugged. “I don’t know, she got a text message and got back in her car.”

“Do you even care where she’s fucking going?” Angel didn’t understand why Daniel just seemed so nonchalant when it came to Rhian, did he even care about his sister?

“Watch it Ignacio, you don’t know shit about my sister, what she does and where she goes is none of your concern.” Daniel was tired of Angel’s comments towards them. He cared about his sister, but he trusted Rhian. She was never a troublemaker, kept to herself, and that hasn’t changed. “You haven’t been part of her life since high school, why come back now?”

“Yeah, and who’s fault was that?” Angel glanced at Sergio.

“You’re insinuating that I had something to do with this?” Sergio scoffed. “Don’t give me all the credit when this is all on you. Rhian is her own person. Maybe if you weren’t so full of yourself, you would actually have a relationship with Rhian, Ezekiel would as well.” He brushed past Angel, making his way down the stairs where his vehicle was. 

Coco just shook his head. “I told you, bad fucking idea.”

“Shut up.”

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Rhian parked outside of the dress factory that Galindo owned. She saw motorcycles and just cussed under her breath. Recognizing the bikes, it looked like one of them was Bishop’s. The others, she couldn’t really tell. She’s been doing this for four years and her uncle has never found out, now, the motorcycles that were parked outside made her nervous. They were supposed to be in Mexico or some shit, nowhere near the fucking dress factory. Taking a deep breath, she let it out, making her way into the factory. Once inside, she greeted Galindo’s men, people that she had grown to at least be civil with. She wasn’t an idiot, she knew what they did for a living. One of his men led her to the room where she usually collected the products she moved for the cartel. She thanked the man who led her inside, screaming in her head as her eyes landed on Coco, Angel, Bishop and Gilly, whose eyes widened seeing her.

“Fuck,” she cussed under her breath, moving further in.

“Rhian,” Miguel fondly greeted her. He gave her a hug, leading her further in.

Miguel was a nice man, but Rhian knew it was due to her taking on her ex-boyfriend’s debt. He was nice since he was being paid back. The world wasn’t rainbow and sunshine, she knew of his dark side and quite frankly, all she wanted to do was move on. He was always kind to her and he approached her like a businessman. 

His offer was simple.

Take on his debt, or pay for the consequences. 

He believed that if he threatened Rhian’s life, her ex-boyfriend, Bryan, would come out of hiding and save her. Well, jokes on him, Bryan was a coward and wouldn’t come out for her. 

So she took his debt, but it was more for his family’s safety than his. After he left her at Bakersfield, Bryan could literally fuck himself for all she cared. Miguel somehow found her admirable for taking on his debt even though he did twist her arm to take it. 

But she figured it was high honors to gain the respect of a drug lord.

“What are you doing here Rhi?” Coco questioned, not liking this situation whatsoever. 

“Rhian has not informed you? She works for me.” Miguel informed them. 

“What?” The four Mayans said in unison.

Rhian felt her world becoming smaller and she definitely wished she wasn’t where she currently was.

“What do you mean she works for you?” Bishop asked the question, knowing it was not advisable to seem that you weren’t on Miguel’s side.

“She moves my products up north.” Miguel shrugged, as if it was nothing unheard of and it wasn’t, except no one in the MC knew about this. 

Bishop was seething. He saw a Rhian as a part of his family and this was a big secret to withhold from them. He could tell Rhian was uncomfortable with the way she had her hands intertwined in front of her, looking anywhere but him. Suddenly, he was thankful Taza wasn’t here since he would lose his shit.

“Since when?” Angel spoke up this time, his brows furrowing at their current predicament. Rhian was always secretive, which was within her own rights however, this was something she should have kept to himself.

“She’s been doing this for four years, but if she wishes to do so, I do not mind if she continues to work for me. The type of loyalty that she exhibits is what I want for anyone who works under me to possess.” Miguel explained. “I know your paths have never crossed however, due to the recent incidents during the Vegas run, I want someone to come with for her runs.”

Rhian screamed internally, but she figured she had two more months and that was it. The only thing that was going to be painful was her favorite tio finding out. She wanted to tell him, but the last thing she wanted to do was bringing him in all this mess.

It was her choice to take on this debt, she wasn’t going to bring anyone else in this mess.

“Miguel, you know Sergio goes with me.” 

It all clicked for Coco, Angel and Gilly then. Daniel’s innocent baby sister was not so innocent after all. And from what they gathered no one knew about her job with the cartel. It didn't make sense for them as to why she would even be a part of the cartel. 

“Yes, but Sergio can’t always protect you. I have to be sensible about this. You can have Sergio and a Mayan with you, it would ease my nerves.” Miguel reasoned.

Rhian didn’t want to argue. If this was what he wanted, that would be fine. She would just request for Coco or Gilly to go with her, hell anyone but Taza. 

“That’s fine, shouldn’t be a problem.”

Miguel liked Rhian’s low maintenance. She did whatever she had to do, no questions asked, which was the reason he wanted for her to come and become a permanent member of the cartel. He’s sure he could find ways of utilizing her talents. He did his research, he didn’t let anyone come in contact with his cartel without being thoroughly investigated. From what he saw, Rhian’s education was placed on the back burner due to the debt she was currently paying off. Rhian dated Bryan, the man who owed him a large sum of money, ran away instead of facing his consequences, for three years. It shocked him how she agreed to take on his debt, but he admired her loyalty, not to Bryan, to his family. 

As she had told him, “innocent people shouldn’t suffer due to his addiction.”

“I will let you all decide which one of you will go with Rhian, please keep her safe.” Miguel said his goodbyes, leaving Rhian to deal with this difficult predicament. It’s not like Miguel knew that Taza didn’t know. She wasn’t even sure if he knew she was related to Taza. 

Once they were alone, Bishop spoke up.

“You have some explaining to do.”

[kpoppwriter]

Another Killing Game pt. 1

Genre: idk mystery and angst

Words: 1.1k+

Warnings: language, death later on, sensitive topics

a/n: so I made a post a while ago saying I wanted to make a Danganronpa x Kpop crossover series and here it is! this is the prologue/pt.1 I’ll write more if people enjoy it (also I don’t mention everyone who’s in this series right off the bat but they’re all in the tags fyi)

Thump thump

Your head was pounding. The pain was relentless. You could feel a cold floor beneath you, odd since the last thing you remember was…

Thump thump

You can’t remember. You tried to remember where you were, what you were doing, but to no avail. Your eyes finally opened. 

Thump thump

You were in a...dance studio? Now you don’t remember anything up to this point but you were pretty definate you weren’t in a dance studio. Why would you be there?

You groaned as you tried to sit up, moving a little too fast. Your head spun as you looked around the room. There was a couch in the corner along with a set of speakers. You slowly pulled yourself up off the ground trying not to get yourself dizzy again. There was a large mirror on one of the walls, the mirror taking up the whole wall. You walked over to inspect your head for any injuries or maybe the cause of the pain in your skull. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw some movement from what looked like a pile of clothes. You almost fell out of shock when the pile of clothes seemed to groan. You cautiously tiptoed over, your hands up ready to punch whatever was there. Even though you weren’t the strongest, you thought you might be able to at least stun the...thing. 

“Owwwww, my head,”

There’s another person here. There’s another fucking person in this room.You don’t know what you expected from a moving pile of clothes but honestly, you weren’t expecting a person. Apparently, this person had heard you gasp in shock and bolted upright. 

“Jihoon?”

“Y/N?”

You knew him. How did you know him? You recognized his face and his name just slipped out of your mouth. He must have done the same thing because he’s looking at you rather curiously. As if he didn’t actually know you. 

“Where are we?” he asked looking around the room

“Some sort of dance studio,” you answered, sounding rather unsure of yourself, “I’m not sure where we are but that’s all I know.”

“Did you try leaving?”

He pointed out a door that looked like it would lead outside to some building. You mentally smacked yourself upside the head. You couldn’t be completely trapped in this room. Thank god you weren’t alone. You helped Jihoon up (he confirmed that this was his name) and you left the dance studio.

The two of you found yourselves in a  hallway lined with three or four other rooms. You assumed they were also dance studios. Jihoon pointed out a sign that said the lobby was downstairs. If there is a higher being(s), you thanked them for being with such an observant person. You followed the sign to a staircase. It was odd though, this building. All the windows seemed to be boarded up but with metal. Like someone didn’t want whoever was in this building to see outside. The staircase was similarly blocked off. But only the staircase going up. Jihoon, being curious of the locked up staircase, tried to see through the bars.

“I see a sign,” his head was bent in a rather uncomfortable position, “I think it says...recording studio?”

“Are we in some sort of entertainment building?” you questioned out loud

“Maybe.”

Figuring out where you were wasn’t the big deal right now. Getting out of this building was the main priority. You ushered Jihoon down the stairs, trying to hurry out of here. 

You finally made it to a lobby-like area. It actually seemed like a store. You honestly didn’t care that much as you saw an exit in the actual lobby. You rushed over to the doors to see that they were boarded up like the windows. It finally hit you. You were actually trapped in this building. 

“Yeah, we’re all stuck here.”

An unknown voice spoke to you, the panic probably evident on your face. You turned and saw a group of people with the same look of panic on their faces. Jihoon stood behind you, a little intimidated by the new people. You felt a sense of familiarity when you inspected each person’s face but you couldn’t quite place it. How did you know these people?

“You guys woke up here too?” someone asked you 

“Yeah,” you answered hesitantly, “We woke up in what seemed like a dance studio.”

It went quiet for a moment, no one sure as to what to say now. You looked over at Jihoon, who was still apprehensive of the people who just seemed to appear. Just as you were about to say something, the overhead speaker system came to life. A few people jumped at the noise, including Jihoon. A large TV in the middle of the lobby also came to life. And there on screen was a...stuffed bear?

“Hello everyone,” the bear spoke (without moving its mouth, which was real creepy honestly), “I see you’ve all gathered up with your friends.”

“Friends? I don’t know these people,” a guy gestured at all of you.

“Oh, yes you do,” the bear laughed, “I guess I just forgot to give you your memories back.”

Before anyone could question the stuffed animal, a flash of light blasted out of the TV screen. It blinded all of you for a moment before it died away. But in that moment a lot happened.

You remembered everything. You remember getting into your car with your manager before being snatched up by a group of people. They knocked you out. Well, that explains the head pain that still lingered. You remembered you. You were an idol of a big kpop group. You were leaving Inkigayo when all this happened. 

The light died down and everyone’s faces were shocked. It seems like they also remembered everything. As you looked over all their faces, you recognized everyone. You knew these people, some personally and some because they were famous too. All these people were idols too. 

“Now it seems like you all know each other,” the bear giggled

 “What’s going on? Where are we?” the guy from before demanded. You realized that it was Johnny Seo.

“Welcome to my favorite game!” the bear exclaimed, “With your host, me! Monokuma!”

“Mono-who now?” Henry Lau questioned

“What game is that?” Namjoon challenged

“Why, a killing game of course!”

“A what?!” Kino exclaimed, saying what everyone was thinking

“You all are going to be killed off one by one until only one of you is left! And you’re going to be the ones doing the killing~”

“We’re not going to kill each other!” exclaimed Mark angrily, “We know each other. We’re friends! Why would we do that?”

“You want to get out, don’t you?”

It went quiet. The silence almost more telling than words. You all wanted out. Some more than others. And now you were worried what people would do in order to escape.   

[morning-star-57]

Marinette Protection Squad

Part 1 || Part 2

I’m really surprised at the response to the first part! Thank you all so much for your kind words. 

Summary: Marinette thought that her classmates would have her back. After all, she always had theirs. But, apparently, their “everyday Ladybug” just wasn’t as interesting as the stories Lila tells. Fortunately for her, Luka and his friends think otherwise.

The class had started packing up since they managed to end the lesson earlier than expected and Ms. Bustier was nice enough to give them free time. Marinette once again stuck to people watching as her classmates huddled up into groups until the bell rung. 

It had been a week since she met Luka’s friends and she’d like to say that a lot had changed. She was finally able to get a hold of her former friends this morning and found out that the reason she wasn’t invited shopping was because Lila wanted to refamiliarize herself with Paris and admitted to feeling uncomfortable around Marinette’s hostility towards her. The worst part is that, since Lila made herself out to be the victim, she couldn’t even defend herself! They just got angrier with her.

“You really need to chill Marinette.”

“Yeah, Lila’s just trying to make friends. Why are you so against her?”

“I’m so disappointed in you, girl.” 

A small groan escaped her lips and she let her head fall into her arms on the desk. She glanced at her purse, where Tikki was munching on a cookie cutely. She smiled.

At least it wasn’t all bad. Luka wasn’t kidding when he said that his friends would love her. She’s pretty sure that she was adopted after two days. There was even a custody battle between Carmen and Samuel (Elaine ended up winning). So, yeah, she may have lost some friends, but she gained even better ones. In fact, they were all hanging out after school at the bakery! 

As Marinette sighed, this time happily as she stared out the window in a daydream, the class could hear music from outside. It got closer to their door when it flew open and a girl in a green jacket bounced in the room with a cheery smile.

“Ms. Bustier! Tis I: your favorite former student! Back from the grades above to grace this room once more with my presence!” Ms. Bustier blinked in surprise before smiling.

“Carmen, always a pleasure to see you.”

Carmen leaned over the desk, putting her elbows on the surface and her head between her hands. As she did this, Elaine, Samuel, and Luka all came in the room. Luka smiled and waved at Juleka, who returned the gesture with her own smile.

“Mademoiselle Bustier, would you mind it terribly if we were to take our darling Marinette out of your hands? We promise to take good care of her!”

Marinette giggled slightly at Carmen’s flowery prose. She knew they said that they would “rescue” her during the last few minutes of class, but she didn’t think they would actually do it! Also, how did they get out of class early?

“I don’t see why not, the bell is about to ring in a few seconds anyway.”

Elaine clapped merrily. 

“Merci, Mademoiselle!” Samuel strolled up to the back where Marinette was sitting all alone and took her bag.

“Ready to go, puppet?” Grinning, Marinette stood up and followed him down, very conscious of the stares of her classmates on her back as Luka wrapped his arm around her shoulders and led her out of the class. True to what Ms. Bustier had said, they heard the bell ring just as they exited through the main doors. 

She couldn’t help it, Marinette broke into hysterical laughter.

“I can’t believe that you guys did that! Or that Ms. Bustier would allow you to take me out early!” Carmen grinned and ruffled her hair.

“That’s because Caline and I go way back!”

“Caline?”

“Ms. Bustier’s first name.” Luka supplied. “Carmen likes to call her by her first name.” Carmen waved off his interruption.

“She’s a family friend! She was also my babysitter, then she was my teacher.”

“Oh, wow, that’s so cool!” 

“It’s not when Carmen used to accidentally call her Caline in class and she’d give her extra work until she stopped.” Samuel shook his head.

“It was a habit!” Luka adjusted the strap of his guitar case and poked at Marinette’s cheek.

“So, Ma-Ma-Marinette,” Marinette groaned. “You said you were taking us somewhere special?”

She nodded eagerly. “It’s my parent’s bakery! All of my friends show up there for some snacks whenever we hang out... Or, at least, they used to.”

Elaine tutted and wagged her finger at her.

“Non, non! None of that moping. As long as we are here, you will never have to worry about things like ‘used to’!”

“Yeah, puppet, sorry to tell you, but you’re stuck with us.” Samuel poked her cheek, causing her to jump closer to Luka and bat his arm away.

“A real tragedy.” She said dryly, batting away Luka when he tried to poke her too.

Eventually, they all made it to the her parent’s bakery. Sabine smiled and waved her over as they walked in.

“Hello, maman!” Marinette kissed her mom’s cheek.

“Marinette! Are these the friends you were talking about?” Sabine greeted as she looked over the small group who were standing and waiting for Marinette to introduce them. She noticed that the dark skinned boy kept eyeing the cookies that were on display and smiled.

Marinette nodded and pointed over to each person as she said their name.

“This is Luka,” He smiled and bowed his head slightly in greeting. “Carmen,” She waved. “Samuel,” He took his eyes off the cookies to smile at them. “And, your competition for best mom, Elaine.” She laughed.

“My competition? Well, we can’t have that. Why don’t you guys go upstairs and I’ll bring over some cookies.”

Samuel perked up and grinned. Noticing this, the rest of the group laughed and went upstairs, Carmen dragging Samuel with her. Marinette led them to her room were she set up the video game counsel and put in Ultimate Mecha Strike III.

“Ultimate Mecha Strike? Just so you know, puppet, I’m a boss at this game!” Samuel said while giving her a pointed look. 

“Well, I’ll have you know that I, myself, ‘am a boss at this game’ Sam.” She gave him a challenging grin and handed him a controller. He took it and sat down next to her.

“I accept your unspoken challenge.” Elaine shook her head and tsked.

“Samuel, always the competitive one.” Luka snorted.

“I know you did not just call Samuel out for being competitive.” Elaine glared at him and swatted at his shoulder. He chuckled and strummed his guitar and started to tune it. 

“Yeah, if anyone here is competitive, it’s you Mama.” Carmen teased making herself comfortable on Marinette’s chaise. She took out a sparkly pink binder out of her backpack and opened it. 

“Oh hush you and memorize your lines!”

“I’m working on it!” 

Marinette couldn’t help but the large smile on her face as she heard the three playfully bicker. It felt nice to be able to be in a group like this where everyone was so comfortable and the atmosphere was relaxed. It was a good reason to smile.

Also because she was kicking Samuel’s butt at the video game, but that’s not what’s important here.

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