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19thcenturyedgelord · 4 years ago

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TW: Transphobia, Homophobia, abuse, neglect, p3dophilia, s3xual assault, su!cide, alcohol

~Vent~

My mother is constantly saying that they is only two gender and is always dead naming me, the one time I get her to say my preferred name she rolls her eyes and scoffs as she says it.

My mother has told me my whole life that she owns me and that I don't get to make any decisions for myself, she was dressing me until I was disowned at 14.

My mother would threaten to k!ll herself is I ever did something she didn't like, this includes: having a panic attack, dealing with over stimulation, trying to dress myself, telling her to stop walking in on me while I was showering/changing, going to bed early, going to bed late, saying I was hungry, asking to be allowed to go outside, wearing my headphones, not being strictly christian/not eating kosher, ect.

My mother got rid of my pet hermit crabs without telling me and was constantly trying to release my turtles even though they would die in the wild and they were being taken care of very well with a large, clean tank and plenty of food and hiding places, a special light that was good for their shell, and a great water to land ratio.

My mother slut shamed me because I was wearing shorts that went above my knees (they were perfectly appropriate btw).

My mother would scream at me for hours if I got anything less than a 100% on a test and even if I did get a 100% she would ask me why I didn't get any extra credit even if there was none available and even if I'd did get extra credit she would ask why I didn't get MORE extra credit.

While I lived with my mother I had a diet of nothing but microwave meals and chips and chips because she spent all of her money on vape, cigarettes, and alcohol. I would constantly be near unconsciousness due to my low blood sugar because I had nothing to eat.

She has slapped me across the face multiple times, one time with sharp plastic that cut my chin, she did this as a punishment. One time she slapped me because my blood sugar was low and I was grumpy, this is how it went down:

Me: Hey I know you wanna talk right now but can I make some food first my blood sugar is low this should take me 20 minutes max"

Her: No, I'm you mother and your going to talk to me right now

Me: Can I please just get something to eat

Her: *yells at me wich causes me to get distracted*

Me: *spills uncooked mac&cheese because distracted*

Her: *yells at me then slaps me across the face*

My mother nearly beat me to unconsciousness because she was very drunk, I had bruises all over me the next morning but I was to afraid to say anything because I new she would scream at me and hurt me more.

She molested me daily, forced me to change in front of her, forcefully spooned me in bed for hours even after I said no, and would "playfully" spank me.

She was constantly talking about how sexy a 17 year old at her work was and even bought him vape. She would also talk about some of my friends like that and even tried to internet stalk two of them, we are all minors.

She would lock the door to the apartment and wouldn't give me a key and would force me to wait outside in knee deep snow for hours without any warm clothing because she stole it all. She also refused to drive me to school in -8 degree (f) weather because she didn't want to loose her parking spot. I was also forced to bike to and from band practice (with she forced me to to do because she wanted to live through me) in 30 degree (f) with heavy rain because she didn't want to loose her parking spot.

She would consistently make fun of me for reading or doing anything that I enjoyed because I was a "nerd" and a "looser"

She disowned me after she stole my phone, went through it and found out I was a lesbian.

I couldn't even go into my yard without telling her where I was going, if I didn't tell her I would be screamed at and not allowed out my room, for a day and then not allowed out of the house for two more weeks.

She routinely went through my phone and my belongings without my permission, knowledge, or consent, in case I had anything "suspicious".

I tried moving in with my dad and she sued him.

She stole my most prized pokemon cards, a bag, most of my clothes, all of my old toys, and over $200 from my in the span of two weeks.

My room didn't have a door and she positioned herself so that she had to go through my room to get anywhere else in the house.

She would frequently lock the bathroom door so that it was only accessable from her room.

I told her I like pop music and she called me a failure then continued to play her extremely s3xual, vulgar, music about dr*gs, alcohol, and r@pe.

From the time I was 8 she tried to force me to drink alcohol because its "cool"

She forcefully pushed me against a wall because I refused to give her a hug after she made an offensive joke and I called her out for it.

She screamed at me because I corrected her after she misgendered me.

I had to learn morse code just so I could speak to my friends without her knowing what I was saying.

When I started counseling because I wanted to k!ll myself and because I was having upwards and 15-25 panic attacks per day, she forced me to tell her everything that happened in counseling even if I didn't want to.

She always gangs up on me in fights but if I try to get back up she just yells at me more.

She refused to take me to the hospital when I had a concussion and forced me to go to school all week even though I could barely stand or speak and now I have verbal and motor tics which she makes fun of.

She would scream at me because I sit down in the shower even though I have arthritis. (Yes I have arthritis at 15, it runs in the family and before to long I might develop psoriasis, I have shitty genes)

I wasn't allowed to wear anything that revealed my shoulders, that was low cut, shower any part of my stomach or back, short that went above my knees, ect.

I wasn't allowed to get my hair cut below my chin because it " wasn't feminine enough"

I wasn't allowed to have anything that was "for boys" this included clothes, toys, books, stickers, blankets, posters, movies, ect.

She forced me to watch R rated movies with her even if I didn't feel comfortable watching them.

I wasn't allowed to have any friends over and I wasn't allowed to go to any friends house, the one time I did have friends over she judged all of them and tried me to stop hanging out with them after they left. My friends are all very good people and are the only reason I'm still alive rn, she was just mad that I was talking to people who weren't her.

She screamed at she because I got one (1) drop of dark green ink on her black coffee table that she got for free.

I wasn't allowed to draw any male characters because she was afraid I would get off to them or something idk (this was before I was forcefully outed)

She bought me a triple chocolate cake for my birthday once. I'm allergic to chocolate. She forgot my birthday the next year.

Anytime I would tell her about the terrible bullying that was going on she would tell me to get over it, even after I had been thrown to the ground and strangled by one of my classmates.

If I got into a new game or hobby she would either take it away or shame me for playing it.

She spent all day on the computer playing Sims 3 to the point where I had to feed myself, take care of myself, and play by myself as young as 5.

She screamed at me because while talking about Pokemon lore I mentioned how Arceus is the god of the Pokemon world and she said I shouldn't say that because it would "make god mad" ( I have nothing against christians or christianity btw, just the people who shove it down your throat like she does)

I wasn't allowed to eat or drink the last of anything (finishing a bag of chips, taking the last soda, ect.) If I did she would scream at me and slap me as punishment.

She threatened to forbid me form seeing my cousin (who for the first 11 years of my life was my only friend) if I ever "talked back" to her.

She wod frequently strangle me as a form of "tough love".

When I was 2 she tried to teach me how to swim by holding me under water over and over again, drowning is now one of my greatest fears. Luckily I did learn to swim with the help of cousin and granny and even enjoy swimming but it is hard for me to do things like wash my face in the shower or stay under water for more than a few seconds without panicking.

She never taught me how to cook but then would scream at me because I didn't know how to cook.

Her smoking inside and while driving has caused me to have some lung issues, she denies that she ever smoked near me.

She tried to take me away frome everyone in my life including my family and friends so that I could only spend time with her.

When I was in fifth grade she homeschooled me and forced me to do college lever reading, learn how to code, learn at least two other languages that weren't english, learn how to play guitar, do gymnastics, do jujitsu (japanese), do soccer, learn to sing (keep I mind I had no interest in music, but she did), do a digital homeschooling program set at a highschool level, and learn a bunch of useless skills like knot tying and making friendship bracelets because it was "feminine". This was in FIFTH FUCKING GRADE.

We didn't have a washer or dryer and she would never go to to town to get laundry done so I never had clean clothes.

If I had more that $10 I had to give the rest to her.

She tried to kidnap me once.

One time on accident I stood in a bull ant hill and got stung all over (if you don't know ants all sting at once), I was swollen all over and screaming in pain and she did nothing, not even give me ice or ointment, she just told me to be more careful.

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sunflowervolvimp3 · 5 years ago

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domestic

Warnings: None

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Alright, so this is my first fic on this new account!! I also write marvel fanfiction at another blog called @astronomyparkers, but I haven’t written harry styles fic since I was 15 and I miss him :(( so here is a very soft domestic oneshot (hence the title) and I hope you really like it!! Please let me know if you do, and follow me for more!! Enjoy!!

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Unsurprisingly, the bed was cold when you woke up.

You knew it would be. When you fell asleep the night before, you had done so in Harry’s arms, his warm chest moving beneath your head, and his heartbeat in your ears. Those were your favourite nights, when you could count his breaths instead of sheep, and listen to the rumbling of his chest instead of a white noise machine. Your favourite mornings were when you woke up in the same way, tangled in his arms, him still asleep beside you.

You loved waking up before him. He was gone too often and too early for your tastes, so on the odd morning when he was still in bed when you woke up, still asleep, you watched him. You watched his chest rise and fall, your fingers tracing up his muscles to his collar bones, following the path up his neck and jaw. You always paused at his lips before continuing up his cheek bones, touching over his eyebrow, and finally stopping in his soft, sleep mussed curls.

When you confessed this to Harry one morning, he had giggled, his voice still deep from slumber. “Y’like to watch me sleep?” He murmured, eyes sparkling.

You had blushed, but kept your voice defensive. “It’s nice. You look relaxed.”

“Course I’m relaxed, I’m asleep.” He rubbed your warm cheeks as he spoke. “You’re like Edward, m’love. Watching me like a stalker.”

“Okay, now you’re going a bit far.” You rolled your eyes as you scoffed. “I’m not standing in the corner of your bedroom! I’m in our bed!”

He had giggled more, kissing over your cheeks as he murmured apologies to you. Yes, mornings like those were your favourite, where you had him to tease and cuddle before you had to face the day.

A morning like this, while the usual, was the complete opposite. Harry had disappeared in the early hours of the morning, leaving only a faint smell of cologne on the sheets. You sighed, picking up his pillow and hugging it to your chest as you closed your eyes again. Yes, mornings like these were your least favourites. It was much harder to face the day when you had to do it alone.

Still, it had to be done, and you pulled the sheets off as you climbed out of bed. You straightened the blankets and pillows before walking over to the curtains, pulling them open to let the sunlight filter into the room. Then you walked to the attached en suite, showering quickly before returning to the bedroom.

You inhaled deeply as you picked out clothes from your dresser. Every morning, Harry left the diffuser on for you, filling the bedroom with a sweet scent. And, on some days, if he wasn’t already running behind, he scribbled a quick note to you.

You smiled as you picked up the scrap of paper he had left that morning, half ripped from whatever notebook he had pulled it out of.

Good morning, my love. Have a good day at class. Call you later. -H xx.

You folded the note up and walked to the closet, forgetting about getting dressed for a moment as you walked inside. You pushed past racks of clothes until you reached a little corner in the back, holding a small wooden chest. The lid of the chest had a wood burned sunflower on it, and you ran your hand over the marking before unlatching it and lifting it open.

The chest was filled with different bits and pieces of your relationship with Harry. There were ticket stubs from concerts and movies, a receipt from the restaurant Harry took you to for your first date, and a handful of polaroid photos of the two of you. There were loose beads at the bottom of the chest, remnants of a beaded bracelet you’d made for him that broke, and specks of glitter from various valentine’s day cards stuck to the papers. You added the note to the stack of notes just like it, all from mornings where he took a moment to think of you. You knew it was silly to keep them, but you couldn’t bring yourself to throw them away.

Once you tucked the chest back into its corner, you carried on with the rest of your day. You finished dressing and getting ready before making it out the door to go to your classes. Like most mornings, Harry had e-transferred you five dollars for you to get coffee on your way to school. For the longest time, you had protested it, insisting that “I’m a big girl, Styles. I can buy myself a latte.”

Harry had laughed over the phone when you called him to lecture him. “I know you are. But I like buying you coffee. It’s supposed to be romantic.”

You smiled at the memory as you walked through your campus, latte in hand. Even while he was away, he tried his best to do things for you.

The rest of your day was a blur of lectures and studying. By the time you walked out of your last lecture, you were exhausted both mentally and physically. Once you made it back to your flat, it was even worse. You gave yourself a couple hours to unwind and relax before beginning dinner, but just as you were sautéing peppers and onions for your fajitas, your phone rang.

“Hello?” You answered absentmindedly, not looking at the caller ID.

“Hello, sweetheart.” Harry’s familiar low voice echoed in your ear. “How was your day?”

You couldn’t help the smile that came to your face. “Hey, baby. It was alright, just busy. How was yours? Is everything going well in the studio?”

Harry sighed loudly into the phone. “Yeah. It’s been alright.”

“H…” You trailed off, pausing your cooking and leaning back against the counter. “C’mon. Be honest. How’s it going?”

“It’s been…slow.” You could hear the frustration in Harry’s voice. “There’s harmonies in the second verse that I can’t seem to get right, and something in the bridge’s harmonic progressions isn’t sitting right…”

You sighed, glancing over at your cooking. “You’re going to be working late, aren’t you?”

“No, I—” He huffed, and you could practically picture him playing with his hair and biting his lip. “No. I’ll be home.”

“No, you won’t. You’re going to stay until you get it done.” You smiled a bit as you resumed cooking. “If you don’t fix it now, then it’ll keep you up all night.”

“I just—I know you’re making dinner—”

“It’ll still be here when you get home.” You laughed a bit. “I’m hungry, but not that hungry. I’ll save you some.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind, love?” He asked after a moment. “I don’t want to stand you up…”

“You’re not.” You assured him. “Go. Finish the song. Don’t stress yourself out over it.”

Harry sighed again, but this time, the relief was apparent in his voice. “Alright. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You said with a smile. “See you later.”

True to your word, you packed up the fajita leftovers and left them on the counter for him. You waited in the living room, enjoying a glass of wine as you did, but by the time midnight rolled around, you knew you had to get ready for bed. You quickly scribbled a note and left it with the container of leftovers before heading to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. Within twenty minutes, you were tucked in bed with a book.

You didn’t remember falling asleep, but when you woke up, the clock next to your bed read 1A.M. You felt a rustling next to you in bed, and you turned over, still half asleep.

“Sorry, love.” Harry’s voice was apologetic as he climbed under the covers, pulling you into his chest. “Tried not to wake you.”

“S’alright.” You mumbled back, kissing his cheek and closing your eyes again. “Did you eat?”

“I did. It was delicious.” He began to play with your hair, closing his own eyes. “Y’take such good care of me.”

“You don’t eat enough.” Even half asleep, you chastised him. “Get too into recording…” You shifted against his chest. “Did you finish the song?”

“We did, yeah. All done.”

“Is it good?”

He chuckled. “I think so, yeah. ‘S decent, anyways.”

“It’ll be better than decent. Going to win you a Grammy.” Your voice became more and more unclear as you drifted closer to unconsciousness.

Harry smiled and rubbed your back. “Mhmm. Now sleep, love.”

“Are you home tomorrow?” You tucked your face into his neck, whispering the words into his skin.

“Mmm, I am.” Harry hummed. He couldn’t stop himself from tracing the words of his new song onto your back. “’M gonna make you breakfast in the morning.”

“Sounds nice…” Your voice trailed off as you fell asleep, quickly lulled by the sound of his heartbeat.

Harry pressed a kiss to your head before allowing himself to drift off, eager to awake beside you the next morning.

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downwiththeficness · 4 years ago

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A Need So Great-Chapter 17

Summary: Eva Moore is assigned to work the last year of her contract with the DEA in Colombia. She just wants to get to the end of her tenure, but she keeps getting drawn further into a string of murders in the city. It isn’t long before she’s forced to face the ghosts of her past.

Word Count: ~3,700

Warnings: None

A/N: For the purposes of this story, Carrillo isn’t married--or, if you like, divorced. A/B/O dynamics are prevalent, and they come with their own warning. The overall rating for this story is Explicit, although not every chapter will contain adult themes.

Taglist: @dirtynerdy98 @1zashreena1 @heresathreebee @deliciouslyclassytrash @maybege @kid-from-new-zealand @clydesducktape @revolution-starter @autumnleaves1991-blog @jedi-mando @buckysalefty @anaeve

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8.5, 9, 10, 10.5, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 18, 19, 20, 21

They punished him when he got back. He’d been gone for almost two weeks—twelve days—and they took it out on him the second he returned. His work hours lengthened until he was leaving before the sun came up and coming home after midnight. Sometimes he’d key into her apartment, falling into bed next to her with his uniform still on, boots kicked off next to the door.

Eva kept food wrapped in plastic in the fridge for him, pulled his belt free from the loops and at least got his button up off when he was too tired to do it for himself. When she did see him, on the occasions he set foot in the embassy, there were dark circles under his eyes.

Still, he didn’t complain. Not one word. Eva’s own workload had grown, having to pick up all the things that had been sitting on her desk. But, Javier and Steve had taken it upon themselves to do a little when they could. Connie would sometimes bring her lunch and they would chat, Eva having to forgo their usual work out nights until she got caught up.

And still, he seemed to just...take it from them. This went on for almost a month before she said anything. The conversation had been short, brusque in a way that he normally wasn’t, the stress peeking out from behind strained eyes. She didn’t say anything after that.

Eva gave him comfort where she could. She set the coffee maker to an earlier time and made sure that he had a travel mug sitting beside it every morning. She washed the uniforms he sometimes left behind, even going so far as to iron his undershirt and fold it neatly atop the pile on the dresser. This was about the extent of her ability to help and it ate at her.

After the first month, he got a day off and spent most of it asleep, or close to it. He’d crawled in next to her after showering, pulling her into his chest before dropping off into unconsciousness. When she’d woken the next day, he was still asleep. When she checked in with him mid-morning, he was snoring softly, one arm reaching across the bed to the place where she’d been.

Finally, when lunchtime slipped by, Eva roused him and forced him to come out and eat a little. He did so mechanically, his eyes unfocused. She maneuvered him to lay on the couch after that, pulling all the curtains in her living room closed, the TV at a low volume.

They spent most of the day like this, vegetating on the couch. And then, when the evening came, Eva put more food in him and sent him to bed early while she worked on a few files she’d brought home from the office. The next morning, he’d gone in early, as he had to the month previous, and she didn’t see him for three days.

This went on for another month before the higher ups started to let off. By that time, he’d been worked nearly to the ground and she could see the beginning of burn out start to set in. Eva encouraged him to rest on the days he had off, doing what she could to bring back the determined set of his jaw when he went about his work.

And, when he seemed to come back to his normal self, she set up a dinner at a nice restaurant with Connie and Steve. They worked in tandem to keep the conversation from flowing back into office talk, but weren’t entirely successful.

“I got those photos developed,” Steve said a little too casually. “I have ‘em if you want to take a look.”

Connie took a disdainful sip of her wine, “I told him not to bring them, but he insisted.”

Eva looked at Horacio, who was carefully gauging her reaction. With a shrug, she reached over the table and flicked her fingers at him, indicating that he should hand them over. He leaned down and pulled a manila folder from where he’d stashed it under his chair. Eva took it from him, opening it and pulling out the photos.

She felt her jaw lock with the effort it took to control her face. The first photo was of her, standing in the airport, looking lost. She flipped to the next: moving in. Then, her walking from the parking lot into the embassy, her sitting at a park after her first day staring into the middle distance, and her talking with Javier as they walked on a sidewalk—a conversation she’d forgotten about. That’s when things started to get interesting.

The next photo pictured her standing next to her car down the street from that little hotel, Horacio leaning over her. His expression looked frustrated. She was smiling. Next, the two of them in a similar position after the bar fight, mid motion as he’d pushed her against her car. Then, her and Connie laughing outside of the gym, sweaty and glowing in the streetlights.

After that came the moment outside of the bombed restaurant, smoke everywhere, Horacio hovering over her. Out of context, it was a stunningly captured image. They looked utterly alone, his concern for her written all over his face. She was holding him by his forearm, chin tilted up a bit, her hair falling in haphazard curls, haloed around her.

Eva stared at it a moment longer before she flipped to the next one. More of her and Connie, sitting on a low wall, eating. Her arguing with Javier on the steps of the church. Her and Horacio sitting on that bench across the street, his hand trailing down her arm, eyes wandering to the hem of her skirt. Another of him kissing her at her door after dropping her off from one of their early dates.

And then she was standing in the street, staring her ex mother in law down. A little out of focus behind her, Horacio was standing by the table with his arms crossed. Eva stared at the picture for a moment longer than the rest, feeling her lip curl. That woman was still living, and possibly already figured out that Zero had been unsuccessful—possibly was already contacting another contractor to finish the job. That would need to be dealt with eventually.

The final photo was taken a few days before she’d been called to examine Zero’s final warning. She was walking hand in hand with Horacio, they were in a busy farmer’s market, picking out a few things to cook up for dinner. Eva was looking up at him as he talked with a vendor, her eyes so full of emotion that she felt herself blush even looking at it. She looked like a woman in love, a thing that Eva had never thought would be something she would have.

Very carefully, Eva slipped the photos back into the folder and set it aside, “Thank you for doing that.”

Steve nodded, his eyes dropping to the glass in his hand, “At least its over now.”

She sighed, “Yeah, I guess so.”

The ride back to Horacio’s house was quiet. Eva glanced at him periodically, could tell that he was deep in thought. She clutched the folder of photos in her lap, unsettled. It wasn’t until she was taking her make up off in the mirror of the bathroom that he finally broached the subject he’d been contemplating all night.

Standing in the doorway, leaning against the jamb, he watched her wash her face, “We do need to address it.”

Eva looked at him in the mirror as she turned off the water, “Address what?”

“The fact that there is likely another hitman already contracted to kill you,” he said matter of factly.

Eva drew in a breath, glad that he hadn’t taken too awful long to decide to have this conversation. She didn’t know how fast Myra would move, but the woman was not known for her patience, or her mercy. It was extremely likely that they had contacted a new guy to finish the job.

She wiped her face off with a towel, “I know. I’ll think of something sooner or later.”

His mouth thinned, eyes narrow, “How can you be so calm?”

Setting the towel on the counter, Eva stepped up to him, placing her hands on his chest, “I have spent almost my entire life with people doing things to me that are completely out of my control. Maybe I’m used to it.”

Walking him back, she sat him down on the bed and kissed his brow. Turning, she reached behind her and tugged down the zipper of her dress, pulling it off while she searched for a sleep shirt to wear.

“This is serious, Eva. Your life is in danger.”

She laughed as she unclasped her bra and threw on the shirt. He very likely did not know how much of a hypocrite he was being in that moment.

“What?” he asked, his tone sharp.

Eva fixed him with a sardonic look, “I’m not the only person in this room with a bounty on their head, Horacio.”

His eyes looked away, “That’s different.”

“How?” she exclaimed, incredulous.

“I’m a police officer working to dissemble a cartel.”

He stood, hands on his hips, mouth curling. Eva felt her inside harden up, unbowed by his fierce look.

“And I’m a felon and former drug trafficker. I can’t escape this, I cannot walk away from it. You have a choice.”

He was already shaking his head, “I don’t.”

Eva stepped up to him, taking his hands, “You do. You can walk away. Retire. Spend some time at the cabin by the ocean. Fucking relax in public places. All of these things you can do. You just have to make the choice to do them.”

For the first time since she’d met him, Horacio looked unsteady. He was looking her with so many conflicting emotions that Eva couldn’t quite parse them out. Sensing that this might be the time to have the other conversation that she’d been keeping to herself for the last few weeks, she soldiered on.

“This job is going to kill you,” she whispered, voice low and rough, “I can’t stand to watch that happen.”

His mouth parted, “We have guards, protocols-,”

She cut him off, “That’s not what I’m talking about. Have you seen yourself these last few months? Did you see what I saw? They’re going to drive you into the ground.”

Horacio blinked, “Its difficult for everyone.”

“No,” she bit out, her hands tightening on his, “You’ve had maybe three days off since we got back. You’ve hardly slept, you’re not eating regularly, you’re so stressed I can literally smell it coming off you.”

Gently, she thumbed the skin beneath his scent gland. His eyes drooped a little, jaw loosening from where he’d been holding it so tightly. Settling into his body, Eva held him to her, trying to convey her worry, her concern for him.

“You want me to walk away from my career? Everything I’ve worked to build?” His voice was on the edge of anger, and Eva fought the urge to back up, to relent to him.

“I want the same thing that I think you want for me,” she murmured, “I want you to live. Really live. You can’t do that if you don’t make some changes. Take that one foot out of the darkness.”

He sighed deeply, dropping his head into the crook of her neck and embracing her, “Its late. We’re both tired. Let’s table this for now.”

Afraid that she’d push him too far if she pressed on, Eva nodded and stepped away to crawl onto the bed. She watched him undress and climb in next to her. After turning off the lamp on the nightstand, he settled into the pillows, taking her hand and kissing it. She drifted off with that solid connection between them.

The next few days were dusted with sporadic conversations about an intangible future. The end of Eva’s contract loomed, now four weeks away. She went to work every day, knowing that it was one less day she would be required to be there. And then something weird happened.

She’d been pulled into a meeting. She’d been censured for continuing to perform field work, outside of the scope of her contract. And then they’d told her that they were cutting it short and to clean out her desk. She’d have two weeks to get her personal items out of the apartment rented for her by the department. Eva couldn’t help the little sneer on her face as she watched Vanessa happily deliver the news.

She couldn’t keep her desk past the end of the day, had been given a box to put her belongings in. Eva had done so mechanically, putting the box of little personal items into her car and returning for her purse, still sitting on that shitty desk Steve had pointed out to her all those months ago. On the way out, she stood under an awning, looking out to the parking lot, confused and feeling just a tiny bit...sad.

A boot scuffed behind her and Eva looked over her shoulder to see Javier standing not far away, his fingers drumming on his leg.

“I guess you heard,” she said, a small smile on her lips.

Javier nodded, reaching up to pluck the cigarette from behind his ear, his other hand already holding a lighter.

“Its strange,” Eva continued on, “I think I’m actually going to miss it.”

He nodded again, not speaking. Eva frowned, gesturing at him as if to say ‘what’s the deal?’

Javier took a drag off the stick in his hand, “Let’s go to lunch.”

Without further explanation, he grabbed her by the elbow and started walking with her. His stride was quick, firm, determined. His expression was closed. Eva felt her stomach drop with anxiety as she followed along.

“Okay,” Eva drawled in a false attempt at bravado, hustling to keep up with him in her heels, “What is this about?”

“Not here,” he murmured, steering her to his car.

It wasn’t until they were both ensconced in their seats and the engine had turned over that he said anything.

“We’re gonna meet Carrillo at a little out of the way dive just outside the city. I’ve been digging into your contract for a couple weeks and wanted to tell you both.”

Interesting.

Eva’s brows lifted, “What did you find?”

“Let’s wait until we get to the place, I’ll tell you everything then.”

They did, indeed, drive just outside of the city to a little hole in the wall place with what looked like only one waiter. At Javier’s direction, he led them to the back of the main room, through the kitchen, down a hall, and into a basement. Eva stood at the top of the steps, feeling just a little bit like she was walking into a trap. She looked at Javier’s back as he descended, looked at the waiter, then sighed and stepped down.

It smelled a little bit musty, and there was only a single light hanging from the ceiling. But, a table had been set up with a few chairs. It even had a tablecloth.

“Well,” she commented, because she needed to talk or she was going to start freaking out, “This is certainly the strangest going away lunch I’ve ever had.”

Javier rolled his eyes and sat heavily in one of the chairs, “Have a seat. They’ll bring us some coffee.”

Eva sat, looping her purse strap over the top of the chair, “Is Horacio on his way?”

He nodded, “Should be here any minute.”

She stared him down, looking for clues as to what this was all about. He hadn’t brought a file, he didn’t even have that little notebook he sometimes carried with him. All he had was his wallet (currently wearing through the fabric of his jeans), his gun (tucked in the back of his waistband), his cigarettes (slipped into the breast pocket of his short-sleeved button up), and his lighter (twirling between the forefinger and thumb of his right hand).

The door at the stairs opened and Carrillo’s heavy steps sounded, a slow, measured thump. Eva folded her hands in her lap and waited until he ducked down to scan the room. He was wearing his uniform, gun at his hip, the first few buttons of his shirt undone so that a little of his undershirt peeked out.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said as he approached and sat down, “Had to make a few calls.”

“Not a problem,” Javier responded, “I almost didn’t catch Eva before she headed out.”

Eva scratched at the skin above her brow, “Does anyone want to tell me what this is about?”

Javier leaned back in his chair, folding his arms, “I did a little research on you.”

“This again?” Eva bit out, feeling a hot anger bubbled up from where is had laid simmering since she’d walked out of that meeting.

Hand up, he indicated for her to wait, “More than just your work history. More than your prison stint. I know a guy who knows a guy, who pulled your file—your actual file. I got a copy of your contract, and I managed to dig up some interoffice mail between Vanessa and some shady people.”

“Okay?”

He leaned forward on his forearms, “There’s a few expense forms that were incomplete, but paid out anyways. Expense forms for plane tickets for, Vladimir Prost—a known alias of Alexei Volkov, according to an FBI friend of mine—w ith a hotel voucher for the same name.”

Eva’s eyes narrowed, her brain circling around the information and coming out on the other side feeling her anxiety spike.

To her left, Carrillo added, “I went to the hotel, pulled a few of their records. He stayed there for months, Eva.”

She crossed her legs, trying to keep her body more still, “I told you that he had, the pictures proved that he had. The question is why Vanessa, why the DEA, was footing the bill.”

Javier shook his head, “That’s the thing, they weren’t. The forms weren’t standard DEA—very close, but not quite the same.”

She blinked, “You’re saying they were doctored.”

“I’m saying they were doctored,” Javier confirmed with a sharp nod.

Carrillo looked at her solemnly, “I paid off a few administrators where she banks, tracked her bank statements and accounts for the last two years and cross referenced them with the forms Javier found. There are several large deposits close to the dates on the forms from a company our of Louisiana, Ardent Pharmaceuticals. That name familiar to you?”

Eva could feel the blood drain from her face, “That’s the company name for the Moore family’s business front.”

“Well,” Javier commented with a little shrug, “They’ve gone straight with a lot of their stuff. They’re a leader in the field of suppressant therapy.”

“I’m sure they are,” Eva sneered, eyes cutting to the side as she thought about those three syringes gleaming on that table.

“Eva,” Carrillo prompted lowly, “Do you understand what we’re telling you?”

She looked at him, “That my early release, my contract, all the work I’ve done, the shitty boss I’ve had, and my entire professional career is a big set up to keep me contained and under the thumb of my former mother in law so that she can eventually corral me into a corner and murder me? That sound close enough?”

“I know you’re mad,” Javier said, catching her eye, “But we’ve got to think smart about this.”

“Smart?” Eva hissed, her voice high, “You’re telling me to be smart? Everything I’ve done under this contract is a lie and you’re telling me to be smart?”

He made a soft sound of comfort, “You can be mad about that—hell, I’m mad about it—but, you can’t react from that anger.”

“How am I supposed to react?”

“With cunning,” Carrillo answered, and she could tell that he’d already made a plan. “I looked at the contract, the end date is set in stone. Did you get a formal letter of release?”

Eva nodded, reaching into her purse and handing it to him. He read it over quickly before handing it to Javier.

“Good,” he said, “That saves you from the DEA asserting that you broke the contract. Now, I’ve still got a hand in Vanessa’s accounts. For the near future, that’s going to be our best bet for tracking when the next hit will come.”

Javier handed the release letter back to Eva, “I also made a call to one of my contacts at the IRS. He’s going to call for an audit of the Ardent books, which should tie up some of their funding for the next few months, at least.”

Eva shook her head, “If they’re still using my system, then they won’t find anything. All their off the books transactions are buried under layer after layer of red tape and false company names.”

Javier leaned forward, “Can you lay out that system for me? So I can send it to them?”

She nodded, “I can do that.”

“Okay, that’ll work. I’ll fax that over to him and that might help speed things along. Eva?”

“Yeah,” she croaked.

“We need you to go about your life as usual. Go pack up your apartment, buy a ticket back to the states, do whatever you think will need to be done so that no one knows you’re onto them.”

Her brows drew together, “You want me to go back to the states?”

Carrillo put a hand on her arm, “We want it to look like you’re going back. We need to buy some time, until we hear back from our contacts.”

Staring into the middle distance, Eva processed the conversation, running over the information a second time and coming out just as angry, if not more so. She was quiet so long that the two men at the table began to fidget.

“Eva?” Javier edged.

She swallowed, then sighed, “Are we actually going to eat at this ‘lunch’? I’ve only had coffee today and I’m starving.”

#narcos #horacio #carrillo #A Need So Great

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imjustthemechanic · 4 years ago

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The Price of a Soul

Part 1/? - Agent Russel Part 2/? - The Letter Part 3/? - Miss Lake Part 4/? - The Stewardess Part 5/? - An Assassination Part 6/? - Fallout Part 7/? - Face to Face Part 8/? - Deals, Details, and Other Devils Part 9/? - Baggage Part 10/? - Private Funding Part 11/? - Just Passing Through Part 12/? - Party of Four Part 13/? - Resolute Part 14/? - The Wreck Part 15/? - Body Snatchers Part 16/? - Out of the Frying Pan Part 17/? - A Miracle Part 18/? - A Matter of Circumstance Part 19/? - Nome Part 20/? - The Future Part 21/? - A Hero’s Welcome Part 22/? - Up to Speed

In which Peggy has to have those conversations she’s been putting off.

Having cleaned out her room at the Botticelli Gardens, Kay no longer had a place to stay in Los Angeles. Something would obviously have to be done about that, but Peggy was not yet at the point where she was willing to trust the woman to stay in a hotel. She therefore invited Kay back to her place to wash up and change, and Kay seemed happy to accept. While Peggy unpacked, Kay took a shower, and Peggy could hear her chanting cheerful nonsense under the spray.

“Boom ba-boom-boom boom ba-boom-boom bass! He got that super bass!”

She came out wrapped in a towel, and Peggy noted that the roots of her blonde hair were growing out darker. Peggy took her own turn to wash up, and came out to find Kay already dressed, in a black skirt with a red jacket and matching red hat, which she was adjusting in front of the mirror.

“What do you think?” she asked, turning so that Peggy could inspect her outfit.

“A bit flashy for a spy,” Peggy replied, grabbing the pile of clothes she’d left folded on the vanity.

“I’m a flashy spy,” said Kay with a smile. “The James Bond of the Red Room. Or… no, wait, that’s not until the fifties, is it? James Bond.”

“I’m afraid I wouldn’t know,” said Peggy, “but if I ever meet the gentleman I will give him your regards.”

Once clean, dressed, and made-up, Peggy felt considerably more confident as she and Kay headed back to the Auerbach Theatrical Agency front to meet with Daniel. Unfortunately, more confident was not the same as actually feeling like she knew what she was doing, and there was definitely a knot of dread in the bottom of her stomach that would not go away. Sooner or later Daniel would absolutely ask her what she meant to do about Steve. Her only honest reply would be that she didn’t know yet and needed time to figure it out. It was the figuring out that was going to be agony.

Rose stood up to greet Peggy as she stepped inside, then stopped short when she saw Kay.

“Good afternoon, Peggy,” Rose said cautiously.

“Hello, Rose, it’s good to be back,” Peggy replied. “I believe you’ve met Miss Katerina Lachkova.”

“Call me Kay.”

“She’s given us some valuable intelligence and for now Chief Sousa and I have chosen to continue working with her,” Peggy said. She wanted both Rose and Kay to know that this was open to change at very short notice.

“I love your lipstick,” said Kay. “That’s the perfect shade for a redhead.”

“Thank you. Your jacket is very becoming also,” Rose told her.

Having thus established that the two would refrain from trying to kill each other until Peggy gave them permission, Rose allowed Peggy and Kay upstairs. Daniel was waiting in his office for them, and the way he sat up and lowered his hands, Peggy could immediately tell he’d been sitting there holding his head.

She also realized that the presence of Kay would keep him from talking about personal matters, which was… it was only a temporary reprieve, but it was something. Peggy shut the door behind them, and went to sit down in the chair where Kay had sat while interrogating her as ‘Nadine Russel.’

“I can’t believe you found him alive,” said Daniel.

“Neither can I,” Peggy replied. “Although Kay claims to have known the whole time.”

“The serum acts to keep his body functioning almost no matter what,” Kay said. “So when he became unconscious in the water, it slowed his metabolism to reduce the demand for oxygen. The cold slowed it further, so he went into a state of suspended animation that could have kept him alive almost indefinitely.”

“And this is something the Soviets know?” asked Daniel.

“They picked up a number of Schmidt’s experimental subjects from various camps during and after the war,” Kay explained. “It’s something they’ve been working very hard on, and they’re going to be working even harder once they learn that Captain America is back. They will see it a you having a weapon they don’t.”

“Not that there aren’t people here who don’t think the same thing,” Peggy noted dryly.

“From what I know of him, the United States government will find Captain Rogers harder to control in peacetime than they thought,” said Kay.

“I agree,” said Peggy, and made a mental note to ask later what kind of things Steve had gotten up to in that alternate twenty-first century.

Daniel nodded. “Well, in the meantime, I do have some good news.” He picked up a file off his desk. “I don’t have a lot of information yet, but it looks like the East Coast has Underwood.”

“Oh, thank goodness,” said Peggy. That at least was one less thing to worry about.

“Did they mention me at all?” Kay asked.

“No, as a matter of fact, they didn’t,” Daniel told her warily . He plainly still wasn’t sure what to make of Kay, any more than he had any idea what to think of Steve’s unexpected return. “I think they’re trying to keep that on the down-low… although Thompson did mention a splitting headache the morning after Stark’s plane left New York.”

“That wasn’t me,” said Kay. “Drowsiness or slurred speech, yes, but not headache.”

“I don’t imagine Thompson has requested me again,” Peggy noted. The last time he’d tried to interrogate Dottie, she’d nearly broken his nose. He had to save face by now allowing it to happen again – and that meant not giving Peggy a chance to upstage him.

“He hasn’t,” Daniel said, “but I thought you’d want to know.”

“I do want to know,” said Peggy, turning to Kay.

Kay nodded. “I’m going to need to talk to her,” she said. “Some of my information is out of date, and I think she’ll be able to fill me in.”

Daniel looked at Peggy. She nodded.

“I don’t know if I’m going to be able to arrange that,” he said. “Officially, you’re still a wanted foreign agent.”

“If you can’t arrange it, I can do it for myself,” said Kay, “but it’d be nice if I didn’t have to.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Daniel said. “Miss Lake… do you mind giving Agent Carter and myself a moment to talk in private?”

“Of course not.” Kay stood up. “I’ll wait outside.”

“On the other side of the room, please,” said Peggy. “And do try not to cheat anybody out of their entire life’s savings while you’re there.”

“Oh, that’s asking a lot. I can’t make promises.” Kay smiled and shut the door behind her when she left. Peggy and Daniel watched through the office window as she went to the other side of the room, leaned against the wall, and opened her compact to check her makeup.

Daniel turned to Peggy again. “Okay, tell me the rest.”

“I want you to at least pretend I haven’t told you this when we’re in front of her,” Peggy warned him, “although I’m sure she can guess. I feel like the fewer people know, the better.” She took a deep breath. “She says she knew where Steve was because she’s a time traveler from the twenty-first century.”

Of course Daniel’s first reaction was to scoff, but Peggy could see him quickly catch himself. He knew she wouldn’t tell him something that sounded so ridiculous without a reason. She detailed what had happened on their trip, and the full story Kay had told her… leaving out the parts about her and Daniel’s own future. That was irrelevant now, as Kay herself had pointed out.

“I don’t know if I believe it,” Peggy said. “I want to believe her, but that may just be wishful thinking. Her information has been good so far, but if she wants something from us that we may not be willing to give her… what better way to put us in her debt than by giving us Steve? Not just us personally, but the entire country? Or to establish trust? She told me she wants me to trust her. Why would somebody give us Captain America if they didn’t have the country’s best interests at heart?”

Daniel hesitated, his eyes moving back and forth as if he were trying to choose between two possible directions for this conversation. “Has she given you any idea what she might want in return?”

“Sort of,” said Peggy. “She told us that Steve’s friend, Sergeant Barnes, is captive in a facility in the USSR. She has some kind of a plan to rescue him, and it seems to hinge on Dottie telling her where he’s being held.”

He mulled that over for a few moments. “We’ll have to be very, very careful if we let her talk to Underwood,” Daniel decided. “What does your gut tell you?”

“I’m afraid my gut is every bit as confused as the rest of me,” said Peggy.

Of course, Peggy knew her gut wasn’t the organ Daniel was really concerned with, as his next question confirmed. “So on a personal level…” he began.

“Oh, no,” Peggy groaned.

“I’m not going to…” Daniel swallowed. “I just need to know what you want, Peggy.”

Peggy shut her eyes as she felt those traitorous tears well up again. “I don’t know what I want yet.”

That seemed to surprise him. “You don’t?” he asked.

“No, I don’t,” Peggy said. It was just as she’d feared, wasn’t it? Daniel really thought Peggy had been settling for him and that he had no chance now that Steve was back. She took a couple of deep breaths and forced her emotions to calm down. “I knew Steve three years ago, in the middle of a war, in a totally different world. I don’t know how well I remember him, and he doesn’t know how much I might have changed. I’m going to need some time to work it all out.”

“Right, of course you are,” said Daniel, lowering his head a little in embarrassment. “I’ll give you some room, then.”

“Thank you,” Peggy said, but she could see in his face that he already expected to lose.

To distract herself, she glanced out the window to see what Kay was doing, and found her cheerfully flirting with Samberley, who appeared to be falling for it hook, line, and sinker.

“I think we’d better put a stop to that,” said Peggy.

“I think you’re right,” Daniel agreed, sounding as relieved as she to have an excuse to end this conversation. He got up and as he opened the door, Peggy caught his arm.

“Just promise me whatever happens, you won’t think it’s because you’re unworthy,” she said, looking him firmly in the eye. “Worth has nothing to do with it. You are not in any way less than he is.”

“You say that,” said Daniel, with just a hint of a smile, “but I’m definitely shorter.”

Peggy smiled back, and stood up a little taller to kiss his cheek.

That was the moment when the elevator doors opened. Peggy dropped back onto her heels and turned to look as Masters stepped into the room – followed closely by Steve Rogers. Like Peggy and Kay, Steve had apparently had some time to clean up. He’d shaved and combed his hair, and was now dressed in a beige shirt with a tie. People crowded around to meet him as he entered, but he looked right over their heads and into Peggy’s eyes.

In a world where time travel was apparently possible, and where men cold survive three years frozen solid in the arctic ice, it simply wasn’t fair that Peggy couldn’t sink into the floor and vanish.

“Daniel!” said Masters, worming his way through the crowd towards him. “It looks like I’m gonna have to borrow a couple of your agents.”

Should Peggy move away from Daniel? But wouldn’t that just make it more obvious that she wanted to hide something from Steve? Why was she trying to hide anything, anyway? She’d had the entire trip from the Valiant to Los Angeles to tell Steve what she’d been doing for the last three years and she hadn’t said a thing. If she’d stopped to think about it she would probably have decided it was in order to avoid overwhelming him, but wasn’t it just because she didn’t want Steve to know she was on the verge of marrying somebody else?

“Steve,” said Masters, making Peggy bristle. “I think you’ve met Daniel Sousa.”

“We met at the airport, yeah,” said Steve. He gave Peggy a questioning look. She tried not to react to it… she would have to sit down with him and explain. Was he remembering how she’d told him off for kissing that blonde in the SSR offices, how she’d thrown the words the right partner back at him? He’d later told her what had happened and she’d felt foolish. Would Steve expect to hear that this, too, was only a misunderstanding?

“Captain,” said Daniel, shaking Steve’s hand.

Masters put a hand on Steve’s shoulder as if the two were supposed to be best friends now. “We’re taking Steve to New York to meet the president and visit his hometown, and he’s requested that Carter and Lake come along, since they’re the ones that found the spot.”

Peggy glanced at Lake, still standing by the wall next to Samberley, then up at Steve. Everything he was thinking had always shown on his face, but that was no help to her because right now he wasn’t thinking at all about why he wanted Peggy and Kay with him. He was thinking about what he’d just seen, and it was certain now that he had seen it.

“Of course,” said Daniel. “They’re welcome to.”

“Wonderful.” Masters patted Steve’s back again. “We’d best get a move on, then. The whole country’s waiting to welcome the Captain back!”

#fanfic #captain america #agent carter #steve rogers #peggy carter #steggy #fix it fic

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thorne93 · 5 years ago

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Inside the Criminal Mind (Part 11)

Prompt: You’re married to Dr. Spencer Reid of the BAU, and are a distinguished doctor yourself on the team. You’re sent down to Miami, Florida for teaching and as a side request from the FBI, to investigate a string of missing persons. When you think you’ve figured out who the unsub is, your life becomes more complicated than you ever could’ve imagined.

Word Count: 2994

Warnings: (throughout the fic –>) death, blood, gore, killings, language, disturbing mental notions, mentions of rapes/murder/etc (You know, Dexter and Criminal Minds related business)

Notes: Thank you so much to @arrow-guy, @carryonmyswansong, and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo - without each of you, I couldn’t have finished, written, or properly navigated this story. Each of you helped me fish out details that were incredibly important to me. Beta’d by @carryonmyswansong and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo… Aesthetic by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo

This is a crossover of Criminal Minds x Dexter. First time writing Dexter.

Also, the timeline is after Season 1 of Dexter, but during season 14-ish of Criminal minds into Season 15. Enjoy!!!

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“My place. 8:30” Dexter sent around 4 o’clock. You were about to start your last class of the day when you received the text. “Wear dark clothing.”

He must mean business, you thought.

After class ended, you rushed to your apartment, dropped off your teaching supplies, grabbed a quick shower, throwing on a black t-shirt and dark jeans, then met him at his place. You came empty handed as it was late and he’d probably already eaten.

“What’s on the agenda tonight?” you asked as he opened the door and you stepped in.

“Tonight is the big night,” he explained.

Suddenly your mouth went dry and your knees were weak.

“Tonight? As in…”

“As in you’re going to help me kill someone,” he explained. “Follow me.” He led you to the bedroom. He walked over to his closet and opened the doors, talking as he did every step. “I keep my kill tools in a duffel bag in this closet. It’s got everything I need from setting up the kill room to wrapping the bodies for disposal.”

You nodded, trying not to let your hammering heart be heard. You wanted this, you knew you did, but you were about to cross a line you could never turn back from. Killing in the line of duty was one thing, wanting criminals dead was one thing, studying Dexter instead of reporting him was one thing, but now, to actually help take someone’s life…

But you knew Dexter. You watched him. He did his homework, thoroughly. Hell there wasn’t anything he didn’t do thoroughly. He was a neat freak, he did his bloodwork to the letter with detailed reports, and you’d watched him research people. He tailed them, watched them, observed them. He made absolutely sure they were guilty before hurting anyone and what more could you ask for from a serial killer?

“Plastic,” he said, holding up a roll. “This is to ready the room so no evidence, not one drop of blood is left.” He held up a blacklight. “To make sure no DNA is left anywhere.”

Again, you nodded, not saying anything.

“This is my tool kit.” he unrolled a black leather knife case. “Yours will look differently. I’ll help you with that, if you’d like.”

“Yes, please,” you said through a tight throat.

“Alright, let’s see. Ah! Black trash bags to put the body parts in, reciprocating saw to dismember the body. Personally, I have a scalpel, slides, and a dropper. It’s part of my ritual, yours may be different. Have you thought about your ritual at all yet?”

You shook your head. “I… I wasn’t sure I needed one? I just want to kill them and move on.”

“Well, you may find that a certain part of the process is missing something -- your signature. The cut on the right cheek is mine. It’s not so much the cut, but the blood that I collect from it.”

“I… I don’t want anything to remember them by, is that okay?”

He looked away for a second, nodding. “Sure. Everyone’s different.”

Then he went back to the inventory list, naming everything he was bringing and its purpose.

“Finally, the clothes. I wear the same thing, again, habit, ritual. However, I do wear a plastic face mask, apron, gloves up to the elbow, and coveralls.”

“That’s a lot of blood, how do you keep that from showing up?”

“I stuff it in separate bags when I’m done, leave in my hunting outfit, and I wash them as soon as I get home.”

You nodded.

“One more thing. I bring pictures of their victims. I tell them what I do. I tell them why they’re there. I want them to understand exactly how they ended up on my table. You might be different.”

“Okay, so what do you need from me tonight? Do I just watch or do you want me to help or…?”

“Actually, tonight I think you could help me capture him.”

“Decoy?”

“Exactly. You’re going to talk to him as he comes out of his restaurant, I’ll come up behind him, stick him, and we’ll put him in the trunk. From there, you’ll help get me in his house. Don’t worry, he lives alone, and for the past week, he hasn’t had any visitors.”

“Okay. Let’s do this then.”

“You seem nervous, you alright?”

“I’m just… first time, you know?” you said, your hands getting sweaty, your eyes darting around.

“Don’t worry, I’ve don’t this dozens of times. It’ll be easier than you think.”

“Okay,” you said, unsure, nodding.

“It’ll be new for me too, having a partner,” he said, trying to assuage some of your worry. “We’ve got this though.”

Again, you nodded.

“Shall we?”

“Lead the way.”

With that, he threw his duffel bag over his shoulder and you followed him to his car. The two of you drove in utter silence on the way, your mind whirling with thoughts, worries, concerns.

What if you got caught? You’d be sent to prison, Dexter probably put on death row, Spencer would divorce you in a heartbeat, he’d hate you. You’d ruin his trust in everyone. Everything you worked for would be gone in a flash. Your family would disown you. The BAU would be disgraced. Garcia’s heart would be broken. Emily would hate you.

Your life would be over. Everything you’d built would be for nothing.

Finding a new courage though, you swallowed it down, taking a deep breath.

And that’s why you’d never get caught.

“Okay, we’re almost there. He’s going to come out of the backdoor around 10. You need to approach him. I don’t care what guise you use, just keep him looking away from the car as long as you can.”

“Cameras?”

“None, already checked.”

“Other employees?”

“Should already be gone. We’ll canvass the parking lot first to make sure.”

You nodded and he pulled into the small parking lot behind the bistro the chef owned. Your heart was about to pound out of your chest. Part of this felt so wrong. But then again, it felt so wrong that innocent restaurant patrons had to bury their loved ones because of this guy.

That’s all it took to steel your nerves.

“See anyone in any of the cars?” Dexter asked as he tried to peer around.

You looked at each car for five seconds for movement. There was none.

“I don’t see anything.”

“Alright. Let’s get our man.” He turned to you just as the chef walked out of the backdoor, trying to lock it. “You’re up.”

Taking a deep breath, you nodded and got out of the car. You walked up, trying to think of a good ruse.

“Excuse me,” you said sweetly coming up behind him.

He spun, slightly startled.

“Can I help you?”

“Yes, I’m a pastry chef student. I’m about to graduate and I just adore your work and I was wondering if you had any openings for me?”

“I’m not looking to hire anyone,” he informed gruffly. “Good night.” He started to move to go around you but you stepped in his path, glancing to Dexter who was moving silently between a few cars. He was just ten feet away now.

“I really beg you to reconsider. I’m a great chef--”

Dexter was behind him in an instant, the needle in the chef’s neck, and the guy went limp. He caught him easily.

“And a great liar,” you mocked as you smiled to Dexter. He grinned back.

“Pull the car around,” Dexter commanded gently.

You dashed to the car and brought it over before helping Dexter put him in the trunk. You got back in the passenger seat and Dexter got behind the wheel to lead you back to the guy’s place. Luckily, he had a driveway that went way back, far from prying eyes. Dexter picked the lock and ordered you to grab his tools and go into the dining room. You did as you were told, moving quickly.

Dexter drug the chef in and you shut the door.

“He’ll be out cold for the next thirty minutes. Help me put up the plastic, please.” He opened his duffel bag and grabbed the rolls. The two of you draped the plastic on all four walls, going over the table.

“Now, we have to disrobe and wrap him in plastic and tape him to the table.”

“He’s… We’ve got to have him get naked?” you asked incredulously.

“Well, yeah. I can’t tear through clothing. I could but…”

Agan, you swallowed your aversions and set to help him, pulling the clothing off this guy. It felt really weird undressing an unconscious man, and even weirder seeing a guy naked that wasn’t your husband.

“Now what?”

“Now, we put him on the table, and strap him down.”

You grabbed the ankles and Dexter grabbed under his arms, and the two of you lifted him up and onto the table and began wrapping and duct taping.

“Alright, that should do it,” he noted, clearly proud of the work as he stepped back.

“So what now?”

“Now, I get dressed, and you do too.” He put on his coveralls, his long gloves, and apron. Then he handed you something similar. “Might be too big, sorry.”

You shook your head. “No need to. Do I need to go out and get my own stuff? For next time?”

“Probably be best that you’re in clothing that fits you best.”

“Right.”

The two of you stood there quietly. Everything was done. The kill room was staged, the victim on the table was prepped, Dex had gotten out the photos of his victims and taped them up, the slides and dropper were ready, and the kill tools were all set out.

“Now we wait for him to wake up. From there, I would appreciate it if you just watched, until I say otherwise.”

You nodded. “Can do.”

Five minutes later, the chef woke up and your heart began to race again. Now, you watched Dexter shift into, well, himself. This was all Dexter, in his truest form. He was honest, real, and open with you, sure, but this was him in his element. He fit here, he belonged here.

“You’re awake,” he noted in an even, almost somber tone.

The chef looked around, he saw you, he saw Dexter, he tried to move and began to panic. “What the hell is this? Who are you? What’s going on?”

“What’s going on is you run a restaurant where the customers need to worry about more than normal food poisoning,” Dexter said as he stalked the table like a predator.

“The hell are you talking about?”

“Them!” Dexter said sternly, pointing to the pictures of his victims. “They went to your restaurant and died. The autopsy all show heart attack. Funny, since only one of them was over fifty.”

The chef just glared at him.

“Why do it? Why kill random people that come into your restaurant?” he asked as he cut his cheek and got the drop of blood.

With a defiant voice, he said, “Because I like it. I like the power. I like knowing that the next person who takes a spoonful of my clam chowder might die.”

Dexter appeared lost in thought. “So a god complex.”

“Yes,” he all but seethed. “There, happy? Now let me the fuck go!”

Dexter put down his face shield and said, “I’m not happy. Not yet.” He looked to you and gestured with his head for you to come over. You carefully walked over to the opposite side of the table, unsure what was about to happen.

He poised a large hunting knife over his chest, and held the tip there. “I cut here, stops the blood flow quickly, and there isn’t any spatter.”

You nodded.

“Put your hand on the handle,” he instructed.

Your eyes went wide. “What? No. I can’t do that. Not… not on my first.” Panic wrapped you in a tight cocoon. You thought you’d just be watching tonight, not participating.

“Y/N,” he said firmly, his voice grounding you, “I need you to do this with me. Alright? I can’t have you getting your first victim, and realizing you can’t do it. Then we are left with a bigger mess. I can’t kill your victims, it goes against my code.” He spoke slowly and clearly, so you understood the gravity of the situation.

You nodded. “I know but, couldn’t we wait until--”

He shook his head. “No, Y/N. You’ve got to do this. You’ll have to do it eventually, you might as well do it now.”

You chewed your lip, knowing he was right. It was either now or never.

Without another word, you placed your hands on the handle of the knife, replacing his. He put his hands over the tops of yours. You’d never touched Dexter before, so this felt… foreign, yet warm, and comforting.

“You’ll have to push,” he reminded.

Taking a deep breath and closing your eyes, you pushed, but the man started to scream so you stopped.

“You’ll have to do it fast and hard, otherwise, it’ll only prolong this.”

You nodded, and finally, with all your strength, you tried to shove the knife straight down into his chest. You were ready to remove your hands, but Dex tightened his grip on yours, gazing at you.

“Feel his heartbeat slow down,” he commanded in a low voice.

So you did. The two of you waited for a short moment, the heart beat strong, then with every beat it got slower and slower, fainter and fainter. Finally, it stopped altogether and you looked at the chef’s eyes - they were lifeless.

Dexter let you go immediately and you ripped your hands away from the knife.

“Are you okay?” he asked tentatively.

You nodded, not sure if you could speak yet.

“So what did you think?”

“It’s…. Not as bad as I thought it would be.”

He somewhat smiled. “So you’re not ready to run screaming, turning me into the feds?”

“Not just yet,” you mused with a smile.

“Well,” he started, looking at the body, “this is where I dismember him. Did you want to be here for that part?”

“Do I need to do that to… mine?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

With that, you bobbed your head, pressing your lips together.

“If you don’t want to watch, I’d understand.”

At this, you thanked him, and turned around. The sound wasn’t pleasant, but you just tried to go to your happy place and ignore it. When it was all said and done, Dexter had black trash bags in the trunk of his car, the two of you driving to the restaurant. Dexter would drive the chef’s car back home, you would follow in Dexter’s car. He’d make sure there was no DNA evidence in the car, and you two would head -- wherever he said to go next.

The exchange of the cars was made, and you and Dexter were quiet.

“So where to now?”

“Now we dump the body.”

He parked at a marina, and he ordered you to help him hoist the bags out. This wasn’t as appalling to you as you could just pretend it was a bag of normal trash.

The two of you hauled the bags onto his boat and he helped you get in.

“So, now where?”

“I’ve got a special spot, out in the ocean.”

All you did was bob your head, with Dexter glancing over to you. “You feel alright?”

“Yeah. It’s a bit surreal, but… I don’t regret it,” you stated. This was true. This guy was no longer hurting people.

“I didn’t realize how nice it was to have help,” he suddenly noted with a smirk.

You let out a small laugh. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Carrying the body, having help with the kill room, it’s all time savers,” he said with a smile.

“Well I hope I was a good assistant. I’m sorry about the whole hesitating with the knife thing,” you said, apologizing as the ocean breeze hit your face and you tried to take in the warm air, admiring the black water.

“It’s your first time, and you’re driven by morals, I’m driven by something different. I didn’t really expect you to just go all psycho on him the first time.”

A sigh of relief escaped you. “I’m glad. I was worried I might’ve gotten in the way.”

“On the contrary, you make me regret not seeking out a partner a long time ago.”

You couldn’t help but smile at this. Next thing you knew, the boat was slowing down and Dexter informed you this was where you were going to dump the bodies. He made sure you had your gloves on, and the two of you dumped them.

“Speaking of partners,” Dexter began, “when was the last time you talked to your husband?”

You thought. “I guess I haven’t really called him since I got back.”

“So you haven’t called Spencer since you got back on Sunday?”

“No, but I mean we’ve been texting. He’s been on a case.”

Dexter sighed, shaking his head. “That’s not good.”

“Why?”

“You’re calling him less.”

“So?” you demanded. “I’m spending time with you. We have to focus.”

“If I have to explain to the world’s best profiler why ignoring your husband is a bad idea, then we’ve got a problem.”

You narrowed your eyes at him while you crossed your arms. You clicked the pieces into place. “Spence would never think that.”

“I don’t care what you think he might think, we don’t need him getting suspicious and investigating, right? The less questions we raise, the better.”

For a long while, you just stared at him but you could tell he wasn’t backing down from this.

“Alright, I’ll call him tonight.”

“Good. Be sure to keep up communications.”

“Will do, captain.” You saluted him and he rolled his eyes but smiled.

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anteroom-of-death · 5 years ago

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Life, For Dummies p13

a/n: short and sweet cause i ain’t posted in weeeeeksss???? i’m so sorry. i slammed together a bunch of chapters, cause im out of braincells. i think this will be only a 15 part story now. not a 20. oof. enjoy??

You woke up on the floor, the Master still with you by your newly-immortal side. He wasn’t unconscious anymore, but he had his eye closed and pressed to you into his side, protectively. It was cute. No matter how strong and powerful or immortal you were, you still were his little pet. You smiled and curled into his side. It wasn’t a bad place to be. You were warm and safe. All those creature comforts espoused in those cheesy early 2000’s rom-coms? Yeah you had them, but you didn’t think whomever wrote or directed them imagined this when they thought of future domestic bliss.

You laughed internally. You wanted to lay there forever, feeling the universe twist and shift under your bodies. It was relaxing, but insane. An ASMR video on crack.

You fell back asleep right now. Letting your newfound sensations course through you to a different type of mental lullabye.

You woke up in the safety of your bed and the comfort of your duvet. The Master was showering in your en-suite. You could see through the open door and glass his body glistening with soap. He had an excellent bottom, and if you weren’t mistaken, your vision was much better. His body was great in the new light of your immortal eyes.

You made a mental note to giggle your ass off about the whole vampiric metaphor.

You had time to.

Time was infinite to you at this point. Forever stretching forward in an upward path.

You would be immortal, young, and fresh forever.

Along with your Master.

You let that sink it.

You were a universal queen. Your reign is indefinite.

Then you had a wicked idea. You walked out of the bed and slid over to the shower quietly. No sound from you or your breathing issued from your body. You slowly tore your clothing off.

You slid open the door and pressed up against him, pressing your skin again against his wet skin. Your breast against his shoulder and back as you spanked his ass and motivated him to the corner seated area. You sat him down and straddled his body and braced yourself on the support rack above him. You nipped at his ear and whispered, “I’m going to fuck you to bits.” Solemnly into it. Your jaw barred a bit as you ground yourself onto his already aroused prick. His face trembled for his beloved and the fact that you were powerful, more so than ever.

You were surprised by how much he enjoyed letting you play the leader. His eyes were possessive and yet possessed. Totally won over by you, not just this you, but you in all your glory. Past, present and future. His cock felt heavy and more pulsing that ever, buried within your cunt. You milked him dry and let yourself off him.

You finished up cleaning him and yourself off.

Fresh day for a fresh you.

As you got dressed in a nice off spaghetti strap purple jumpsuit and a pair of kitten heels and helped him into a suave typical suit.

You couldn’t believe that you were like him.

You could, but it was making you giddy. Heightening your sensations and even the pleasure you got from sex. Your body was a live wire.

And you were going to fully embrace it.

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maddiethebull · 5 years ago

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Hello sweetie, can I request prompt #15 with Luci, I don't know if I can add something else, but I would like it to be with MC who sings opera! Thank you!!

Hi! I’m not very familiar with opera singing so its a little vague, but I tried to incorporate it as much as i could, I hope you enjoy!! Thanks for making a request

Lucifer (Obey Me!) - Prompt #15 - “You’re sparkling like the sun.”

You were taking a peaceful shower after a long day at R.A.D. and you had a tendency to sing in said shower, so today, like plenty other days, you were. You sang your favorite song, loud and proud because the walls were thick and you were already so close to the brothers that it didn’t matter to you if they heard. You sang opera with all your heart (and lungs lol that shit’s hard) into the loofah, substituting for a microphone. You imagined you were on the stage at the Devildom’s yearly talent show, you were seriously considering signing up, but you didn’t know if you could. You wouldn’t want to get nervous and just mess the whole thing up, at least you could imagine everyone cheering you on, though.

Meanwhile, in the next room over, Lucifer needed to find the jewel off of Diavlo’s crown that Mammon stole, ‘What an idiot.’ he thought. As he rummaged through Mammon’s room - basically a dumpster of clothes and random stolen items - he searched under his bed.

When he couldn’t find anything, he sighed and sat down on the bed. Without the focus on getting back what was Diavlo’s, he heard you. He turned his head from looking down to looking at the wall which connected the two rooms. A smirk grew on his lips, he’d heard this song many times before as he was an opera fan as well, and you sang it so lively. He chuckled to himself and stood, putting his hand on the wall and leaning his forehead to touch it. He closed his eyes and just listened, he had too much shit going on that day and this moment provided such solace to him. Mimicking movements over piano keys accompanying the song, his fingers even began moving.

“GET OUTTA MY ROOM LUCIFER!” A pillow came flying across the room, missing Lucifer completely, on purpose as Mammon would’ve said, but not really.

“Ugh, Mammon.” Lucifer winced and raised his head, ‘of course this moment had to be ruined’ he thought. What a day he’d had. He let out a heavy sigh and proceeded to interrogate the demon on where the jewel was. While Mammon gave lengthy explanations of how he lost it, Lucifer’s attention kept being stolen by you. Feeling more lenient than normal, and seeing how he could just get another one to replace it, Lucifer simply gave Mammon a slap on the wrist and left. He headed to your room, for he didn’t want to stop hearing you.

He leaned onto your bedroom door, listening to only his breath and a sweet voice still going strong. That was until you were finished in the shower and, unbeknownst to him, you were singing even after you’d gotten out. You got dressed and wanted to get some tea, so you turned the door knob and FLUMP, Lucifer was on the floor. You let out a shriek,

“I can fight you!” You put your fists up but then noticed who it was,

“Wait, Lucifer?”

Playing it ice cool, he simply stood up and brushed himself off,

“Hmm?” he said with a calm expression.

What do you mean hmm?? You didn’t particularly know how to respond, you opened your mouth several times trying to think of what to ask him but in the end it was futile. You decided to just ask if he wanted any tea since you were going to make it anyway. He agreed and followed you to the kitchen.

As you made the tea he had continued to hold his calm face, even though he was so extremely embarrassed. Pretty much all he was thinking was, ‘Fuuckcufuckfuckfuuuuuuunkc I FELL OVER IN FRONT OF HER???’ You formulated a question in the time it took to make the tea and sat down with the two cups, handing him one.

“So……. Why were you at my door?”

Lucifer almost choked on his tea, he really wanted this moment to be over, but he may as well tell the truth.

“You were singing and I- well, I thought it was rather beautiful so I, um, listened to you.”

Now you were the one choking on your tea, he was listening to you? And he thought it was good? After the tea had gone down, you spoke,

“Y-you thought it was good then?”

“Of course, if it were bad I would’ve told you. I imagine you already knew that.”

He was such a stiff person, and hearing compliments from him was a rare occasion, so even though you felt awkward asking him more, you wanted to hear more praise from the demon you were crushing on hard.

“So, it was really that good that you listened to me?”

He chuckled, “I believe I answered this question already, but yes. I found it to be a wonderful singing voice.”

You chuckled right back, “thank you,” you hesitated on what you wanted to say next, “you know, I was even thinking of signing up for the talent show, but I’m not sure, I probably won’t.”

He looked at you quizzically, “what’s there not to be sure about? You would make an excellent act to watch.”

You sighed and explained, “W-well. I just don’t know if I’m good enough. I’m scared of joining and people thinking I sound bad. And they would remember me from an embarrassing moment, you know?”

His smile faded, he hated when you talked yourself down like this. He couldn’t understand why you would even think that. You routinely did this to yourself, it was a bad habit to talk yourself down saying things like ‘oh I’m not that attractive’ and ‘I’m not smart enough to do this.’ Saying things he knew were completely wrong. You were, at least to him, extremely attractive, and you were also objectively smart. You were the most amazing person he’d ever met and here you were, being wrong about yourself yet again. He cleared his throat,

“You are good enough, surely. If anyone were to even think of making fun of you I would punish them accordingly for being dead wrong about you.”

You blushed, “Geez, Lucifer, you sure know how to talk sweetly for someone so intense.”

He snickered at your comment, “Thank you, I guess?”

You laughed, being with him made you feel so much less nervous about the whole thing.

“You’re welcome,” you said with a gentle smile.

That night you mulled it over endlessly, should you sign up? Was Lucifer just being nice? You tossed and turned the entire night thinking about being in front of a crows, you’d never done that before. You kept thinking about what he said to you, you loved seeing it when he spoke softly to you. Soon your focus shifted from the talent show to Lucifer. With calming thoughts of the times you’ve spent together, you eventually fell into a peaceful sleep.

The next morning at breakfast, Lucifer revealed to you that he had taken it upon himself to sign you up.

“WHAT?” you shouted.

After the commotion of you chasing Lucifer down and yelling at him faded, you realized that you had to get ready. The show was going to be next week after all, so you didn’t have much time. You rummaged through your clothes deciding what you should wear until Asmo came in and helped you pick out a dress to wear the next day. The brothers were being so kind about the whole ordeal. They were all excited to see you sing, Belphie even promised not to sleep during your performance!

“Hmmm,” said Asmo, “what about this one?” He held up a beautiful golden, floor length dress. It was the present Lucifer had given to you on your birthday that year and you never thought you’d get any use out of it so it was under a pile of clothes on your closet floor. It was perfect! You decided to wear that dress and Asmo helped with what shoes to wear as well. Day faded into night as you chose what song to sing and practiced and practiced and practiced. You wanted it to be perfect if you were going to do this. Even though it was nerve wracking, the week finally passed and it was the day of your performance. You got ready and headed to R.A.D. The brothers wished you good luck and Beel gave you a fortune cookie so you cracked it open and the fortune read, ‘Failure is an opportunity in disguse.’ Haaaaah. Okay. Beel repeatedly said sorry and Belphie couldn’t stop laughing. You decided to take it lightly, it was just a piece of paper so you laughed along with him and thanked everyone for their encouragement. With that, you left.

At the show, the brothers were all in their seats. While Satan, Mammon, Beel, and Asmo watched every act in enjoyment, Levi, Belphie, and definitely Lucifer were only here for one person, you. The act before you came on. Lucifer sat in anticipation, he wished he could be there to comfort you since he knew how nervous you were about this. The act finished and your name was called. You walked on to the stage and stood rigidly. You looked in the crowd and immediately saw the brothers, you saw Lucifer, smiling at you. You took a deep breath.

For any performers, we all know about the silence before beginning, its serene yet holds a certain amount of unsease. You felt all the eyes on you, staring, determining only by appearance, what your performance held. Was it going to be good, or would it be the opposite? You stole a breath to break the silence and, slowly, the piano music started in the background. It felt as if you could see the notes flying away off of the piano, like leaves in autumn. With your eyes closed shut, you began. Your voice trembled at first, but as the words and notes mixed together, you got lost in the feeling and began to really sing from heart. Lucifer looked at you on the stage, you were brilliant. He could picture you as an angel in Heaven, you certainly looked like one. The glimmer from your dress gave you a warm glow as you let out what Lucifer thought to be the most beautiful voice he’d ever heard. He leaned forward, almost as if he were unconsciously trying to get closer to you, to touch the angelic figure on the stage. In awe, he whispered,

“You’re sparkling like the sun.”

“SHH STUPID!” scream whispered Mammon. Lucifer didn’t even want to take his eyes off of you, he wouldn’t dare to stop listening, he was fixed on you, completely fixed on you.

When you had finished, you got a standing ovation, started by Lucifer of course. You stood there on the stage, so happy that you could cry. It had been a wonderful performance, and in the end, you had nothing to worry about, not with the help of the brothers and especially the encouragement of one (very hot and secretly loving) demon in particular.

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breanime · 5 years ago

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Helpless (Part Two)

Thank you all for the support and interest you’ve already shown in this series! I’m so glad to have such sweet and supportive friends on this site. I hope you like Part Two, and as always, please feel free to tell me how you liked this one, on anon or not! :)

Overall warning for this series: mentions/depictions of violence, some future parts may get ~steamy~

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You sat, clothes crinkled with your brother’s dried blood, handcuffed to a table at the police station. You’d told them everything: dates, names, places—only leaving out Khalil. He was too young, too fresh. This wasn’t his battle; you didn’t want him to get into any trouble. You had spent the night getting interviewed, first by two cops, then by the two cops and a lawyer, then by the sheriff, two cops, and the Chief of Police. You had signed several papers, committing to your statement. You didn’t care what happened to you; you just wanted Joe to pay.

“Uncuff her,” a woman wearing a suit came in with a manila folder under her arm, “She’s not under arrest.”

The Chief of Police puffed his chest out. He looked like a bird trying to intimidate a much more dangerous predator. “Says who?”

“The Department of Homeland Security,” she answered briskly, taking her badge out and flashing it to them, “Special Agent Dinah Madani. I need the room, please.”

The cops grumbled, but did as she asked, filing out of the room quickly. The agent sat across from you, opening the folder as you stared.

“I’m not under arrest?” You asked.

She shook her head. “Not at the moment, and you won’t ever be, if you agree to be my witness. You give me any and everything I need to get Joseph Yakavetta behind bars, and I’ll grant you full immunity.”

You nodded. You were already committed to giving the cops full honesty, but the addition of immunity certainly appealed to you. Though you were surprised to see the Feds were interested in Big Joe, too. “Deal.”

Things moved quickly after that; Agent Madani took your statement and then had you transferred to a hotel. You took a shower, watching Ronnie’s blood circle the drain, feeling numb and raw all at once.

The Feds had provided you with a small wardrobe, so you got dressed and sat at the edge of the bed, looking through some of the paperwork Madani had given you. The terms were clear: you would only get full immunity if Big Joe was taken down, otherwise, you would be tried for the multiple robbery charges that were tied to your name. You’d asked Madani how she was planning on keeping you safe, and she’d said something about a kind of witness protection. The way she described it (or under described it, to be more accurate), made it seem like you didn’t apply for actual witness protection, but she said something about getting you a security detail. Until then, you had strict instructions not to leave your room unless accompanied by Madani or one of the other Feds who ran with her.

Which is how you ended up in your hotel room for two weeks straight, only leaving to go to the police station and back. You felt like an animal in a cage, spending hours at a time pacing your room, building in breaks to stare out of the window every few minutes, which was exactly what you were doing when your phone—a black flip phone provided by Homeland Security—rang.

“Agent Madani,” you drawled.

“I’m sending Agent Stein over with your security detail. They’re going to go over a few things with you and then move you to a secondary location,” she said, business as usual, “Pack your things and be ready.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” you said before she could hang up, “Does this mean our BFF sleepovers are over? How will I cope?”

You could practically hear her roll her eyes on the other line. “Get ready, Y/N, they’ll be there in less than 15 minutes.”

You pocketed your phone and got to it, throwing your clothes and charger and toiletries in the duffel bag Madani had given you. The night Ronnie died, you’d cut off a piece of the shirt you were wearing before giving the rest of your clothes to the Feds, and you had it at the bottom of your bag. You looked at it whenever you felt unsure, whenever you were feeling scared or caged in, and looking at it strengthened your resolve. Joe killed Ronnie and Jamal, and you couldn’t let him get away with that.

There was a knock on your door; three hard knocks and two soft ones, the knock the Feds used. Still, you looked through the peephole and didn’t unlock it until you saw Agent Stein’s face.

“Madani said I’m finally getting out of this hellhole,” you said, opening the door and stepping behind it like they’d trained you to—just in case an agent had been compromised or been followed or something—and let Stein lead the security in. You shut the door and turned to address Stein once more, but you froze in your tracks.

Billy Russo was standing in your hotel room.

Two Days Earlier

Billy adjusted his tie as he stood in front of the mirror, giving himself a final once-over. He looked good, comfortable in his three-piece suit with his designer shoes and $300 haircut. He got into his car, the Rolls Royce Wraith, and noted every single look of envy he got on the ride over. He fucking loved that look, ate it up like candy. Curtis had called him a man “of wealth and taste”, and he’d liked that. No one who was looking at him now would know he was an unwanted orphan, or that he got his start from dirty money made overseas. Sometimes, in times like these when he was feeling untouchable, even he was able to forget his beginnings for a moment, but just a moment.

He parked his car and went in, letting himself operate on autopilot as he greeted the secretary and the head nurse. He let himself into his mother’s room, closing the door behind him.

She was unconscious, strapped to the bed by her wrists and ankles, and Billy felt that same contradicting wave of anger and smugness and disgust and shame go through him as he looked at her. He took his jacket off and draped it over a chair before seating himself at the edge of the bed. He took out the syringe, prepping it before plunging it into her IV.

His mother blinked herself awake, muttering as she came to. Her eyes widened when they landed on him, and she shuffled on the bed, making little distressed noises at the sight of her only son.

“Hey Mom,” he said, voice low. He didn’t want to startle her even more than she already was. “The nurses say you’re doing good, had a little set back a few weeks ago, got a little spirited, they tell me,” he put his hand on her ankle, and felt her try to recoil. He tightened his hold on her. “I’ve been good, too. Been working a lot,” he looked at the wall as he spoke, “Though I have…” He glanced down at his mother again. If he couldn’t tell her, who else could he tell? “… I’ve been having these dreams lately, memories really, of this girl I knew.” He looked back at his mom, her dark eyes watery and unfocused as a result of the cocktail of meds she was on, a strange reflection of his own eyes. “She, uh, she was the only woman I’ve ever just…wanted,” he said, thinking of your smile and the mischievous twinkle you’d get in your eye when you looked at him, “I mean, she was gorgeous and confident and real, and I just… I liked being around her, you know?” He tilted his head. “Have you ever felt like that?” He asked, knowing she wouldn’t—couldn’t—answer. “Was it like that with you and my father?” He laughed humorlessly. “Probably not, huh?” He shook his head. “Well, I never felt like that until I met her. I thought, at first, that it was just physical, my attraction to her but then…” Billy gave a shrug; it was hard to put his thoughts into words—especially the thoughts about you, things he’d never said outloud before, but he felt like he had to try, had to get them out. “I don’t know, she just… She made me feel connected to something, you know? Connected to her. It’s not like we were dating or anything, but we spent time together… All that time we were hooking up, she never even told me her last name.” He chuckled; he had liked that about you, the mystery, the way you held some things about you so close to your chest. He remembered being intrigued by you, wanting to figure you out—not for any monetary goal or strategic advantage or anything like that, just because you fascinated him. “I was kind of getting used to her,” he confessed, “I liked being around her, and liked spending time with her, but… You remember the guy I told you about? Rawlins?” He looked down at his mom, who just frowned back at him. “He came around again,” his hand twitched on his mother’s ankle, “Back then, a year ago, I still owed him a debt—I’m all paid up now,” he assured her, “Paid up and then some, but then… I had to step away, you know? From her, I mean. Thought it’d be easier if I just went off the grid for a while, and when I got back…” He looked over at the wall again, feeling that same anxiety from that day bubble up inside of him, the dark cloud that had come over him as he stared at your empty apartment. “…She was long gone.” He stood up, needing to move. “I don’t blame her,” he said, rolling his shoulders, “It’s not like we were… It doesn’t matter. It’s just weird, isn’t it, that I’ve been dreaming about her lately?” He looked back at his mother, hands in his pocket. “I usually don’t… dwell on things like this.” He felt his phone vibrate, and he took it out. “It’s work,” he informed his mom, taking the call.

“Russo,” he answered, voice commanding and sure.

“I’m sorry to call you, Mr. Russo, I know this is your personal time,” his assistant began.

“It’s fine,” he interrupted, “What is it?”

“There’s a Dinah Madani from Homeland Security on the line; she says she has a job for you. She says it’s urgent.”

Billy cocked an eyebrow. It must be urgent if Dinah was calling him. “I’m on my way,” he said, hanging up without another word.

He turned back to his mother; she had tears in her eyes. “Gotta go,” he picked his jacket up and shrugged it back on, “You know, I… We could have been a family. I would have taken care of you, given you anything…” He stopped himself. He gave this same speech every time he came here. “…See you next time, Mom.”

He called Dinah back when he got to his office, not sure if this was really a work call or something more…personal.

“I need a favor,” she said in lieu of an actual greeting, “I’ve got a case that hinges on this eyewitness that needs to be protected. I need to get her to D.C quickly, safely, and as quietly as possible. Can you do it?”

Billy sat back at his desk. So this was a professional call. Good. “I’m gonna need more than that, Agent Madani,” he said back, “Who’s she testifying against? How much danger is she in?”

“His name is Joseph ‘Big Joe’ Yakavetta,” Madani answered, “He started out as a small-time gangster out of New York and grew up to be a national threat. He had a group of vagabonds helping him rob armored trucks and banks and other secure vehicles, and on his last heist, he managed to walk off with several high-security documents as well as ATM access codes and other intel.”

“How does that concern Homeland?”

He heard Madani sigh on the other line. She should have known that he wouldn’t take that vague crap—if he was even going to consider this job, he needed details. “I can’t get into it over the phone,” she said, voice low, “But I’m sending you a file now…”

Billy clicked his email and waited.

“…Long story short, Yakavetta has some valuable information in his possession right now that we need to recover, and he’s wanted for homicide as well.” There was a pause, and Billy knew she was trying to decide how honest to be with him. Apparently, she opted for the truth. “He shot and killed an undercover informant who was working with us,” she confessed, “I put him in there, and he died for it. I need it make it right.”

Billy was getting bored, but the file popped up. He opened it, scrolling through Yakavetta’s rap sheet. He was ex-military, had contacts overseas, and had done a lot of heist jobs all over the U.S. “And why can’t Homeland handle this?” Billy asked, lazily moving to the next document Madani sent.

“My bosses aren’t convinced this is a lucrative case. We’ve been after Yakavetta for years and haven’t been able to make anything stick. It was by the skin of my teeth, but I was able to get enough funding to hire a personal security detail for her.”

Billy made an assenting noise, looking through the file on the three men Yakavetta killed; the truck driver from his latest job, and two of his men—one being the informant. “How many men would you need?” He asked, still unimpressed by this case.

“I’d like it to just be you,” she said back, “You can use as many men as you’d need, of course, but you’d be taking the lead on this.”

Billy stopped, cursor floating over the “next” arrow at the bottom of the page. “You want me on this? Me personally?” He clarified.

“You’re the only one I can trust to do this and do it right,” Madani said, and he pictured her grimacing as she spoke the words, “You’re the best man for the job.”

That was true, Billy knew, but this was beneath him—plus it was a Federal case, so there was no telling just how long it would take. And he’d have to leave New York, travel with some sniveling witness and play babysitter. The money would be good, he knew, government contracts always paid well, and he knew Madani was desperate enough to agree to any number he threw out—but overall, it wouldn’t be worth it. “I can put my best man on it,” he said as he clicked “next”, “but I won’t be able—”

He stopped. Your face was on his computer screen, and Billy nearly dropped his phone. You were the witness. His eyes scanned the page, taking in as much information as he could as Madani talked on the other end of the phone, trying to convince him to take the job.

“…money isn’t an object, Russo, just name the number and I’ll match it. Listen—I can get you out here by tomorrow, I need you on this—”

“—I’ll do it,” he said, eyes stuck on your photo. “I’m in.”

Billy moved quickly after that, making arrangements for Anvil in his absence, packing, and hopping on a plane that very night. He spent the majority of the flight on his laptop, reading and re-reading your file, taking it all in greedily. He knew your last name now. He learned more about you in the last three hours than he had seeing you for a month. But it didn’t satisfy him like he thought it would. What was in your file were just words, black and white, and while the information did fill in some holes for him, he still had questions. Questions only you could answer. And anyway, reading all of this stuff from the Feds wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted to hear it from you, though he wasn’t entirely sure why, couldn’t quite place why it mattered and why his curiosity when it came to you was so damn persistent. He hoped that seeing you again would cure him of it, but deep down…

…He knew it wouldn’t.

Present Day

“Madani said I’m finally getting out of this hellhole,” you said, and Billy had to remind himself to stay professional when he heard your voice. It had been so long, but his body ached—literally ached—at just the sound of it.

He followed Agent Sam Stein (a man who wasn’t really Billy’s biggest fan) into the room. His instincts took over for a few seconds, and his eyes darted around the room—checking for exits and vulnerable spots in the hotel—before they landed on you.

Your eyes were wide, but Billy kept his reaction in check. You looked good, wearing a simple white T-shirt, black hoodie, and jeans. He preferred you in nothing, in all honesty, but he pushed those thoughts—and images—down. He was here on a job, after all.

“Y/N, this is Billy Russo, head of Anvil Security,” Stein said, not noticing the tension in the room, or at the very least, ignoring it, “Mr. Russo will be your bodyguard for the foreseeable future.”

You didn’t say anything, just stared up at Billy, turning to watch him as he walked past you and deeper into the room. He’d be lying if he said he’d never thought of this moment, never imagined seeing you again. He never imagined it like this, though. He turned back to you, all business. “We’re going to a safe house,” he told you, “and from there, we’ll make a long-term plan for your safety. Are you ready to leave?”

You nodded wordlessly.

Billy went over to the bed to grab your bag, but stopped when he got to the edge of it. The sheets were rumpled, and the covers were haphazardly thrown on the bed. His mind flashed back to a time when his sheets looked like that after spending hours intertwined with you, still smelling like you days after.

“Billy,” you had gasped out, back arched as your orgasm rocked you, “Billy!”

He grunted on top of you, pushing deeper into you and closing his eyes as you pulsated around him. You felt so good, so incredibly good. Billy dropped his head, burying his face in your neck as he came with you, calling your name just as you were calling his.

Still inside you, still wrapped up in you, he opened his eyes and stared down at you. Your eyes were closed, mouth open as you panted, sweat making your skin glow, and your hair was a mess on his pillows. He had never seen anything more beautiful, and he felt a sudden wave of possessiveness take over. No other man deserved you, no other man should be able to see you, feel you, the way he did. This was where you belonged; beneath him, cocooned in his arms, sheets damp under your body and blanket thrown over the mattress, forgotten and unneeded as you warmed each other.

You opened your eyes, smiling up at Billy, and he felt himself smiling back, felt his heart melt at the sight of you—all his in that one moment.

Billy wasn’t sure what this was, this thing between the two of you, and a part of him was urging him to face reality—this could never work, he could never tell you the truth about himself, could never truly let you in, but… In that moment…damn did he want to.

“Hey,” you said, poking his nose with your finger, “Stop thinking, Russo, and kiss me.”

He did. And later, in the morning, when he woke up with you in his arms and his comforter on the floor, sheets a mess, he kissed you again.

He could kiss you forever.

Billy turned back to you, slinging the duffel bag over his shoulder. The memory came out of nowhere, just as vivid and real as it had been then, and he licked his lips, chasing the memory of your sweet, sweet kiss. You were still staring at him, pretty eyes wide and lips parted, ready, he thought, to be kissed. The logical side of him told him to focus on the mission, to just do the job, but the other part of him wanted nothing more than to grab you and tell you everything would be okay. To push you onto the bed and ruin the sheets just a bit more.

…This might be harder than he thought it’d be.

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Okay, who’s POV should the next chapter be in? Billy’s or the Reader’s? And what did you think of this part? Did you like it? Do you know who the informant was? Do we trust Homeland? Do we trust Billy?! Are we even trustworthy?! *dun dun!*

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glitterandmoondustofficial · 5 years ago

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Side To Side

Chapter 191: Diamond Hard

Characters: Ruby, Heart Pirates Rating: Teen Warnings: Language Notes: I am in the process of moving so my updates may be sporadic!

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“What exactly is going on?” Penguin asked.

Ruby tapped the toe against the floor as she leaned on her hands on the table in the meeting room. She looked up to the crew, all looking at her nervously. She let out a breath. “It’s a Devil Fruit, but I never learned the name of it,” she started to explain. “It...drains the energy out of living things.”

“What?!” Many people exclaimed. Ruby frowned, her stomach twisting in knots.

“What does that mean for Captain?” Bepo said, completely downtrodden. “Will he die?”

“No,” Ruby said surely. “Because I will take care of it.”

“How do you know you will in time?”

“Because...because she’s doing this to mess with me,” Ruby sighed. “She’s wanting to taunt and play with me and slowly take away what I have.” Ruby rubbed her eyes. “Don’t worry, Law will be okay, everyone. I’m going to take care of it.”

“Who is she?” Jun asked with her arms crossed. “You obviously know her.”

“Her name is Lillie-Mai. She was part of Knotely’s crew. She was close to him. Or she felt like she was. She was really just another doll, but she was his favorite.” Ruby rubbed her arms. “She can fight. She’s good but she was never able to use her fruit on me.” Everyone looked at her worried. “I’m stronger now, don’t worry. Now I have something to protect. I have you all.” She tried to smile to reassure them.

Many of them relaxed and nodded. A few stared at her skeptically. Ruby chewed on her bottom lip anxiously. She had to have faith in herself if she wanted the crew to have faith in her.

“Alright,” Shachi spoke up. “Everyone, you know your duties, get to them. We need to make this as easy and painless as possible for Captain and Ruby.”

Everyone started to file out of the meeting room. Ruby ran her fingers through her hair and stared at the map in the middle of the table. Her hands shook but she ignored it. She had to be strong. She had to be in control. She needed to save Law and she needed to protect the crew. No fuck ups this time. No hesitation.

“Ruby,” Ikkaku’s voice cut through her thoughts. Ruby looked over to the five people in the room. Shachi, Penguin, Bepo, Jean Bart and Ikkaku were all staring at her with worried expressions. “Do you need help?”

“No,” she replied. “I need everyone to stay here and protect Law and the Tang. I can do this.”

They all frowned at her. “Did you suddenly forget you’re not in this alone anymore?”

“No, of course not, but I need you all here. She doesn’t have minions, or she would already be sending them to us. She’s not charismatic enough to lead, anyway.” Ruby groaned. “I need everyone here, you can support me by being here.”

“Alright,” Shachi said. “You’re right. We would just be in the way, anyway.” He nodded. “Can you explain more about her powers?”

“Yeah. As you saw, all she needs to do is touch you. She’s incredibly dangerous and we should be glad someone as insignificant as her has the fruit and not, like, the marines. What she does is render your body unconscious, while forcing you into a dream.”

“That’s it?”

“Simply put? Yes. She can make you live through your greatest fantasy or through your worst nightmare. She analyzes your thoughts and chooses what you dream. The thing is, you can break free of it.”

“You can?” Penguin asked.

“How do you know?” Jean Bart added.

“Well, I didn’t want to say this in front of the crew, but I have been put under before. I was able to wake up.”

“How?”

“I was able to realize what she was putting me through was a nightmare. Once I realized it, I woke up. I remember how furious she was when I woke up. Guess I’m just too stubborn for her. After that, she stopped using nightmares and only used pleasant visions. It’s harder to want to break free of something good, instead of a nightmare.”

“So what you’re saying is…” Penguin started. “Law can break free.”

“In theory.”

“But?”

“The thing is, every time she’s ever used a pleasant dream, I’ve only ever seen the person die.”

The room went silent, everyone chewing over her words. Fear was gripping Ruby’s heart. She knew what Law would be dreaming of. His family. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that Lillie-Mai had put him in his fantasy where he never had any trauma. Where he was truly happy and didn’t have a real care in the world. And she knew Lillie-Mai made sure it was a fantasy where Ruby didn’t exist, just so she could dig the knife deeper into Ruby’s skin. She was killing Law just so she could hurt Ruby. And it pissed her off.

Ruby clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into the palms of her hands. “I’m going to say my goodbye to Law, and then go.”

“Ruby.” Ikkaku grabbed her arm. “Please be careful. Don’t die on me.”

“I won’t,” she said confidently. “She’s underestimating me. She doesn’t realize I’m no longer a scared 15 year old. I’ll let her think what she wants. Let her believe that my foot has kept me from being strong. I’ll just enjoy it all the more when I take her down.” Ruby smiled at Ikkaku and they hugged. “Don’t worry about me.”

“I always worry,” Ikakku laughed.

They pulled away and nodded at each other. Ruby walked out of the room and towards the hospital. She made her way to Law’s bed. She took a deep breath and leaned down to kiss his forehead. She placed a long, slow kiss on his forehead and sighed through her nose. She lifted away and sat in the chair next to the bed.

“My love,” she started. “I know you’re trapped in a fantasy world, and that you don’t know who I am,” she took his hand, “but I promise I’ll save you before you die. That woman won’t take you from me.” She grabbed his hand and kissed his knuckles. “In the meantime, please try to fight it. I know it will be hard and you don’t want to, but come back to me. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do without you.” She frowned deeply. “Don’t make me go through the rest of my life without you by my side.” She wiped away tears and took a deep breath. “I love you, more than I could ever describe.”

She sighed and let go of his hand. She leaned back in the chair and stared up at the ceiling. She let out a breath. She could do this. She would save Law. She glared at the ceiling and stood up, walking out of the room without a glance back. This wouldn’t be the last time she saw him, and the next time she would, he’d be awake.

She walked to her bedroom and flung open the door. She stripped herself down and quickly showered with cold water. She dried off just as quickly. She walked to her closet staring at her clothes. She pulled out a black bodycon dress and slipped it on. She stared at her heels and frowned. She picked up the ankle boots that Law bought her for their anniversary, the ones with the skull zippers. She stared at herself in the mirror. She straightened her back and glared at herself.

She turned, her hair flipping around. She walked into the bathroom and stared at her makeup. She wouldn’t go into battle without her war paint on. After painting black eyeliner on her eyelids and red paint on her lips; after her hair was in a poofy bun, she found large, black sunglasses and pushed them on her head. Finally, she slipped on her black leather jacket, the one she wore when her and Law left to kill Knotely.

Her heels clicked down the hall as she walked towards the exit. She passed by crew mates as she walked forward. They all wished her luck. They all told her they loved her. It filled her chest with warmth but she ignored it. She needed to focus. She needed to gather all that she could so that she would be feared. She was Stiletto Ruby, and whoever forgot that would soon be punished.

She opened the door and the sun was setting. The clouds were painted in different shades of orange and blue. Palm trees waved in the wind. The surf quietly danced across the sand. The water glittered in the dying sunlight. The stars started to shine through the painted clouds. Ruby walked onto the beach. This would have been a beautiful evening for a picnic.

Ruby reached into her pocket and pulled out the map. Ruby’s lip turned up. It was rather crude. Bepo could do better than this. But it was better than nothing, and Ruby could “see” through the forest anyway.

She stepped towards the forest, where she thought the map said to enter. She placed her hand on a palm tree and closed her eyes. She felt the tree breathe. She felt it’s strong roots like a circulatory system. She opened her eyes, she took another step forward. She knew where she was going.

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Ikkaku watched Ruby disappear into the forest. Her hair blowing in the breeze that was starting to pick up in speed.

“Are you worried?” She heard Jun come up behind her.

“Yes. Both for her and for Captain.”

“They’ll be fine.” Jun placed her hand on Ikkaku’s shoulder, wrapping her arm around her. Ikkaku leaned against Jun. “I don’t want her to go alone.”

“This is probably something she has to do alone. We need to stay here and protect Trafalgar.” Jun hugged her close. “Ruby can take care of herself, when she puts her mind to it. She is Stiletto after all. Don’t worry, she’ll come back and you two will be back to gossiping in no time.”

Ikkaku smiled. She leaned up and kissed Jun’s cheek. “Let’s get back to Captain.”

Jun nodded and started to lead her away. Ikkaku took a deep breath and calmed her stomach. Ruby would be fine, Law would wake up, and everything would be back to normal.

And she’d tell herself that over and over until it became true.

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kokobop-fire · 5 years ago

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Birth {Jeon Jungkook}

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the gifts that I use, also English is not my first language so sorry for any grammar mistakes.

Gender: Fluff

Mood swings

You woke up when you felt a pain in your lower back, and it reminded you of your menstrual pains; you smiled at Jungkook who was sleeping peacefully with one arm on your huge belly, you tried to move your legs, you felt them wet, you moved the sheet finding a large spot that quickly grew in the direction of Jungkook’s legs.

You didn’t think that you had pee yourself, it was not possible, you stood quickly from the bed, you felt like more liquid began to go down your legs, you immediately understood what you were going through “Jungkook wake up” you started looking for clothes to get dressed.

You sighed; the next few hours were going to be physically and mentally exhausting, apart from what was going to be the first time in years when you went out with Jungkook in daylight on Korean soil. As the fame of the boys increased, you decided that the best way to take your relationship in private was to stop going out in daylight; just thinking about what might happen if they found out frightened you.

You got into the shower, and today was going to be the day when your face would probably appear on all the news, so you had to leave the house decent, apart you were sure that Jungkook was going to record everything that happened.

“Yes, Hyung, the contractions have started, and I’m too nervous about driving” you heard Jungkook’s voice when you left the bathroom; he was silent for a moment. “We will wait for you in the lobby in 10 minutes.”

Jungkook was already settled in bed, next to the baby’s bag and his camera and recording everything “Are you ready, Mama Bear?”

“Of course,” you put your profile pointing to your giant belly, “These are my last moments with this big belly.”

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° The road to the hospital was fast and quiet, Yoongi concentrated on driving, only to ask specific questions, and Jungkook was in charge of counting the time of your contractions; when were almost arriving at the hospital, Jungkook put on a cap and a mouth cover, while you just put on a hat.

“Luck, I’ll be back in a couple of hours with the guys; I’ll make sure to let your parents know too.”

Entering the emergency room made everything fall like a bucket of cold water; it was happening, after nine months of waiting for it, you were almost going to have the baby in your arms.

“How can we help you?” A nurse asked when she saw you in the middle of the waiting room

“My girlfriend is having a baby, we already have a room reserved, and our doctor is on the way.”

“The reservation under whose name is it?”

“Jeon Jungguk”

The nurse just nodded without raising her head from the computer, you could feel the panic seizing your body, and you would swear that several people turned to see and that in a few minutes the room would be filled with paparazzi and fans to confirm that everything was real.

“Follow me, please.”

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° “Why don’t you give us a little update on what’s going on?” Jungkook pointed his camera at your face

“Well, I already have 6 centimeters, but I have to have a minimum of 10 centimeters to be able to bid; I have chills, and I don’t feel anything from my waist down” you smiled for the camera, “but the doctor already felt your head and says you have a lot of hair, I’m also two seconds away from killing your dad, he insists that I keep eating ice when what I really want is a hamburger.”

“I’m just doing what the doctor told me,” He tried to defend, “after the baby is here. I’ll buy you all the burgers you want.”

You were going to answer when you heard a small knock on the door, and seconds after, Namjoon’s head peeked out the window.

“How are you?”

“Sore, but at least I already have 6 centimeters.”

“I’m glad” He sat in the small armchair in the room. “No complications?”

“Not yet,” Jungkook paused before continuing, “How are the others?”

“Bang PD suggested that they go out to do any activity, have the paparazzi entertained, and only approach one by one at different times.”

You closed your eyes, thanking what the boys were doing, if everyone comes together, they would recognize them, and in minutes the hospital would be filled with fans. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” Namjoon smiled at you. “Yoongi offered to pick up your aunt and grandmother at the airport, but your aunt said she could drive.”

You cursed internally, your aunt didn’t live in Seoul for more than 15 years, and your aunt drove like crazy.

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° “I can’t take it anymore,” you whined when you saw your mom come through the door.

Officially you had already completed 30 hours in labor; for 18 hours, you passed us 8 centimeters and sincerely regretted having denied Cesare to Tae Hee when she suggested it to you. Three hours ago, you had forced Jungkook out to bathe and eat something.

“Everything will end in a couple of hours, and you will have infinite joy.”

You sighed, accommodating the birthing ball between your legs; you felt immensely tired; you just wanted to end everything and have your little one in your arms. Before you could answer your mom, you felt severe pain in your lower waist, and you began to feel like he was starting to slide down. “Call Tae Hee; he already wants to go out.”

“Are you sure?”

“Just call her,” you answered between your teeth, “Also to Jungkook.”

“What happened?” Tae Hee ran into the room; you had already managed to take the ball from between your legs

“He already wants to go out.”

“Are you sure if you had less than half an hour ago, you were only in the 8 centimeters?”

“Tae Hee, he is going to be born right now.”

“Let me see” you settled on the Stretcher to her be able to feel.

“Oh God, the crown is already out.”

“What’s going on?” It was the first thing Jungkook asked entering the room and saw Tae Hee’s altered face

“You’re going to do be a Dad.”

You saw how Jungkook’s face turned pale when he heard the words.

“Just as we practice it,” a nurse informed you. “When the doctor tells you are going to bid with all your strength, the band will help when the exact moment is done” You nodded.

“Ready?” Jungkook asked you

“Ready” °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° You felt your head heavy, and your throat was super dry; the emptiness in your belly began to bring you to consciousness. You opened your eyes, finding in a dark room, there was only one small light on the side of the sofa lit the room, and only the machine could be heard marking your vital signs.

“Jungkook,” You asked, moving your legs a little by hitting the head of the person who was lying next to you, you could feel burning between your legs, but you don’t care; you just had something in mind “Jungkook, where is the baby?”

“The baby is fine, he’s in the infirmary, you worried us all, you passed out, and there was too much blood, Tae Hee was hysterical, they made two blood transfusions” He paused, trying not to cry, you saw how his eyes were filling tears “I felt useless, you were unconscious bleeding, and I couldn’t do anything.”

You knew that this could happen to you, puerperal hemorrhages are not frequent in first-time mothers, but you had in mind that this could happen, but the important thing you were alive and your baby too. “Don’t cry, Jungkook. I’m fine; you think you can tell the nurses that I’m right and what do I want to see him, baby,”

He nodded, reclining to kiss you on the forehead before leaving the room; not even 5 minutes passed when two nurses entered the place to do the review; you were becoming impatient, the nurses had already left, and he still wouldn’t appear with the baby.

Your eyes waited, when you saw them enter through the door, you could not believe it after nine long months you were finally going to meet your baby, you watched as Jungkook took him in his arms.

“Jung Hwa introduced you to your mother” You felt the tears come out in your eyes when you saw her big cheeks, but what surprised you most was that he drinks were the exact copy of Jungkook when he was a baby “He was in a separate room, hasn’t stopped crying, only for when I am close or when he is eating”

You nodded without looking away from his face; you smiled when Jungkook put it in your arms and almost instantly opened his eyes. “Hello, baby.”

You didn’t know how much time had passed, but you didn’t care; you could spend an eternity looking at your beautiful face, and you would never get bored.

“(Y / N)” Jungkook’s voice took you out of your reverie; you turned to see him and noticed that he was nervous. “You know that I love you and that and I did ask this question a couple of months ago, and you said no, but I really want to spend the rest of my life with you and see Jung Hwa grow and what better way to make them married, would you like to marry me?”

“Yes!”

“Really?”

“Of course, Jungkook, I love you too, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you and …” You couldn’t finish because Jungkook interrupted you by kissing you.

“I love you.”

“I know.”

“And you too, little boy’” He Kisses Jung Hwa’s head.

It became one of your favorite days on August 25, you felt complete with your little family, and you didn’t care if people found out.

Jeon Jung Hwa 08/25

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Pairings: Do Kyung Soo x OC

Genre: Mature, Romance, AU, action, smut in future chapters

Warnings: Kyung Soo is not a good guy, mention of violence, bad language.

Summary: After a long and hard assignment, Yoon Suji is sent to a new mission that involves less violence but needs a lot of acting. Do Kyung Soo has one of the biggest drugs rings in South Korea, but police haven’t been able to get him. They need proof that he is the one in charge and Suji is the one sent to get them.

She has the freedom to decide how is she going to get his trust.

Chapter 4

March 15

“What do you mean you don’t want us to stop that transaction?”

“Boss, are you an actual idiot?” Junmyeon went pale in front of the computer screen. Suji’s words didn’t have a hint of a joke, she was actually asking if her boss was an idiot. That always disarranged him.

“I’m not, I’m your boss”

“Then why are you asking such nonsense? It took me two months to finally get something, a very small something by the way. If you guys fail, you know who would be the first suspect for spilling all the information?” Suji enjoyed throwing rhetorical questions at her boss. She knew he hated them.

“We are not going to fail”

“Mister Kim, of course no, Minseok’s team is flawless, but if you guys catch him with only that, a small drug transaction, it would be a waste of time. How much could he get for that? 3 years in jail? I still need more evidence, strong evidence…please boss, I know why I’m telling you this” Junmyeon couldn’t fight with that. She was right. She was always right.

“Proceed as you say, agent Yoon”

“Thanks boss! Now if you excuse me, I need to hit the gym” Suji turned off the computer and Junmyeon couldn’t see her anymore.

“Can you believe her? She called me an idiot and she hung up on me, I’m her boss! And older! She doesn’t respect me at all!”

“She does respect you, but in her own way” Minseok stood next to Junmyeon, after listening to his conversation with Suji. He patted Junmyeon’s shoulder and left a cup of coffee on his table.

“But she is right, we shouldn’t get in Kyung Soo’s way yet”

“I know!” Junmyeon took several zips from his coffee and Minseok could see he was thinking deeply about something.

“Minseok…I have been thinking…for a long while…or wondering maybe, that someday Yoon could turn against us” Minseok answered as if it wasn’t a big deal, something that didn’t surprise Junmyeon.

“Yeah, I’m sure that under the right circumstances, for her of course, she might turn her back to us”

“But how? She is so trustful?” Junmyeon couldn’t answer that question himself, so he needed another point of view, from someone who knew Suji better.

“She is, but first, she is trustful to herself ”

Junmyeon cursed and drank his hot coffee.

From March 23th to April 12th

March 23th to March 24th

The day after the transaction Kyung Soo felt especially happy. Everything went well, and that was always a reason to celebrate. He had breakfast in bed and got up a little bit later. He took a long shower and for lunch, he asked for his favorite food. He had lunch with all the staff and Baekhyun. The plan for the afternoon was to take advantage of the bright sun outside and play with Taro and Sabotaro.

The relationship he had with his dogs was pretty special. He saved both of them from an abusive owner, and he made sure to make the owner pay. He liked how they looked like tough dogs, but in reality, they were a pair of teddy bears that enjoyed being scratched in the tummy, run around the garden and eat apples.

That afternoon Taro was acting weird. He didn’t run as fast as Sabotaro, and he didn’t touch the apple that he gave him. Still, Kyung Soo kept playing with them, Taro was always the calm one, and maybe he didn’t feel like playing.

Kyung Soo could catch Taro’s and Sabotaro’s attention with a fake chicken that made a horrible sound each time they pressed it. Kyung Soo would throw it and both of them would run, catch it and bring it back to Kyung Soo.

By the third run, Taro suddenly stopped and fell on the floor.

“TARO!” He ran and reached his dog in no time.

He was unconscious.

Kyung Soo moved him but there was no response. Sabotaro smelled and bit his friend’s ears, but there was still no response. Kyung Soo kept calling his name, touching him, trying to bring him back to consciousness.

“Mister Do, move!” He jolted and was pushed away by Suji. She sat on the floor next to the dog and sank her hands in between Taro’s back legs. She posed her index and middle finger on his inner thigh and kept them there for a couple of seconds.

“There’s no pulse…here, call your vet, tell him what happened” Suji passed him her phone and Kyung Soo grabbed it with shaking hands. Thank god he knew the number by memory. Meanwhile, he saw how Suji began the compressions in Taro’s chest. Kyung Soo explained to the veterinarian what was going on. They suggested applying CPR to the dog, which Suji was already doing. They told him that they would be there in 5 minutes.

“What did he say?” Suji took him out of his stupor. She was still applying compressions.

“He will be here in 5 minutes”

“Good, he will be breathing by then” Kyung Soo stood next to her, not knowing what to do, but admiring Suji’s assessment. Sabotaro sat next to him, and stared at Suji with his ears up, whimpering. Kyung Soo could hear her mutter a ‘Come on boy’ as she kept applying CPR with a synchronized rhythm. Kyung Soo was in charge of the time, Suji shouted at him ‘check the time!’ when she saw him with his arms resting on top of his legs.

Three minutes passed. Each time a minute passed, Suji would check Taro’s pulse. Nothing yet. She kept pressing, her voice wasn’t a whisper anymore, she screamed at Taro, asking him to come back.

“4 minutes” Kyung Soo said, and Suji checked Taro’s breath again.

“He is breathing!” She checked his pulse and smiled at Kyung Soo.

“The pulse is back” So did Kyung Soo’s. When the veterinarian arrived, Suji took the lead.

“He faded while playing, he had no pulse and he wasn’t breathing. I applied CPR for four minutes until he started breathing”

“Good job, let’s take him to the clinic” Kyung Soo and the vet took Taro in their arms and Suji stayed in the garden, holding Sabotaro, who insisted on following them.

≠

She never imagined that her direct ticket to Kyung Soo’s right side would come from such a humble existence as a dog.

She was cleaning the library when she saw it happen. Kyung Soo ran until he reached his beloved dog, desperate, trying to get a response from him. Her body responded immediately. She ran towards Taro, dropping to her knees so she could help him.

It was an old jail companion in North Korea who taught her how to do it. And it stayed in her head. She always wanted to have a dog, in the future, when retirement was her only option.

Kyung Soo spent the night at the clinic. Everyone’s mood at home changed. From worrying about their boss and his dog. Both of them were really loved, Suji already knew that. The rest of the staff thanked her for the help she gave, but she wasn’t quite sure how to answer. Saving the life of such a precious creature was an instinct of hers, not a duty. It didn’t matter who’s dog it was, she had to help Taro. She didn’t do it thinking about the pros.

Kyung Soo came back the next afternoon and found Suji cleaning the windows of his office. He looked tired and worried. Dark circles framed his eyes and his clothes were full of wrinkles. Suji went down the chair that helped her reach the high part of the windows and stood in front of him.

“How 's Taro?” Suji took a step back when he did nothing but bow. His head almost touched the floor.

“Miss Park, thank you so much for saving Taro’s life, the vet said that without your CPR Taro wouldn’t have made it. I can’t thank you enough, I own you so much”

A dark grin broke Suji’s face.

March 25th to March 26th

Kyung Soo woke up by the sudden landing of a heavyweight on his bed. In front of his eyes, there was Baekhyun, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your sleep, especially after what happened, but we need to hold a reunion. Our client wants more of that new meth. He got us new contacts in three new police stations, so we need to re-arrange some of our guys. Also, I already got in contact with the seller and he will send us a bigger shipment tomorrow. It will be here in two days.”

“Ok, I just caught half of the things you say, but I have to get up, I understand that much…thanks for taking care of the commission”

“No worries, I’ll go have breakfast…by the way, Where is Suji?”

“Miss Park for you, and she must be having breakfast with the staff”

“After she saved your son, did you fall in love with her or something?” Kyung Soo disappeared behind the bathroom door giving Baekhyun the middle finger.

≠

Everybody was ready to start working on their chores when Kyung Soo appeared in the kitchen.

“At 1 o’clock, I need all of you here in the kitchen. We will hold a meeting and we will probably be over by 3 or 4 o’clock….sorry for the bother” No one asked anything. Everybody nodded and started working.

Suji was left dumbfounded. She asked Miss Dada what was going on. Her only answer was.

“It’s his way to protect us, so there aren’t witnesses” She said nothing more and left Suji standing in the middle of the kitchen.

Suji understood something that had been going around her mind for a while.

Everybody knew that what Kyung Soo did wasn’t exactly feed the poor. They knew it. And still, they accepted it. It was as if they were under some kind of Stockholm syndrome.

March 27th to March 29th

Before leaving the household that night. Suji needed to try something. If Kyung Soo already trusted her, he could at least tell her what was going in there. She already knew it. That was for granted. But hearing it from his mouth could be a good thing for the investigation.

She turned on the recording system on her computer and went to Do’s office. She knocked on the door, identifying herself, and he let her in.

The smile he gave her made her feel sure about what she was about to do. She spoke first.

“Mister Do, I will like to talk about something, it will be short” Kyung Soo adopted a serious stare, stiffing his back. He saw this coming.

“Go ahead then” Suji kept standing, even after Kyung Soo invited her to sit. After a long pause, she finally asked.

“What business do you have here?” She had Kyung Soo under a watchful eye. Looking for any sign that could tell her something.

“Why do you ask?”

“Some things are suspicious…and I want to know the dangers around me”

“For you there are no dangers, that I can promise” She tried to act more relaxed as if Kyung Soo’s words could calm her.

“Then what it is you…”

“Miss Park… ignorance is bliss, that’s my way to protect you” Suji understood his tone. No more questions allowed.

She muttered an ‘understood’, bowed and left the office.

≠

“So, Yoon, what do you want me to do with all the information you got the other day from Kyung Soo’s meeting?” Junmyeon’s voice was full of irony. Since Suji referred to him as an idiot, Junmyeon took that attitude, and Suji didn’t fall for it

“I want you guys to investigate every name that appeared there. Anything that calls your attention, investigate it. With a low profile of course” Suji could hear Chanyeol’s keyboard in some place of his lab, probably writing down Suji’s directions.

“Chanyeol! Come in front of the camera for a while please?” Junmyeon moved from his seat giving Chanyeol some space.

“Chanyeol, I need some new gadgets. Lately Kyung Soo has spent a lot of time talking on the phone, do you have something that could let me hear what is going on there?”

“I think…I do, but Suji…his house has some kind of antenna that provides a shield, so no one can intercept his phone calls”

“I know, but from the outside, what about the inside?” Chanyeol shrugged his shoulders and started searching for something on his computer. Suji went to the kitchen, fetched herself some pizza for breakfast and came back to her seat. Junmyeon disappeared from her screen, leaving only Chanyeol, who waited until Junmyeon left the room to talk to her.

“Suji, the other day the big boss came to talk to Junmyeon, asking for news about your mission”

“So?”

“Junmyeon had a little quarrel with him… She always does a perfect job!, he said, I don’t see why this sudden hurry!… He was quite mad” Suji munched his pizza, feeling quite grateful towards her boss. She always appreciated when someone defended her. Especially her boss.

“Still, this was sort of an easy mission…is taking you a while…you should start using the big weapons If you know what I mean”

“Shut the fuck up Chanyeol, I’m leaving, talk to you later” Suji unplugged the computer and kicked the trashcan next to her desk.

She already knew that. She had to hurry up. But Do’s business was a fortress, and it had all the necessary things to stay like that. Very few people were involved, no digital register, loyal co-workers, and people inside the police and inside the government. She was so wrong when she thought that this could be an easy mission.

March 30th to April 1th

Suji’s new toy was a dispositive called RFTS (Random frequency tracking system). The system was quite simple, it will capture every single call in a ratio that could be adapted by the user. In big investigations it could be very chaotic, a voice recognition system will be needed, and probably a team of 30 people that will sit there and listen to the calls, searching for the voice or conversation they needed. But in this case, she only needed an antenna with a reach of 20 meters. And the voice recognition was quite easy when only two people would talk at the same time under that roof.

But she couldn’t be stuck to her computer all the time waiting for a call, so she left the MacBook on and recording. Later Chanyeol or Minseok will edit the recordings.

≠

Kyung Soo knew himself well enough to know that he was staring at Suji too much. He was expectant until another of her skills could come to the surface. Also, he found himself incredibly curious about what he could find under her long skirt. Since the beginning, she has been wearing long skirts that only showed her ankles and with the record he had about her, she was someone who worked out, so why hide her legs?

At the end of the day a man is a man, he thought. And thinking about something couldn’t kill.

“Sabotaro, maybe I should go visit Sara” The dog looked at him from the other side of the window with a stare that looked like a ‘whatever’. Kyung Soo was about to get up and get ready but a knock on his door stopped him.

“Come in”

“Mister Do, I’m going to clean the books”

“Sure, go ahead” Suji looked a bit lost, questioning Kyung Soo with her eyes.

“You will stay here?” He only nodded. She smiled at him briefly and got in with work.

Suji was silent. Too silent. Once in a while Kyung Soo had to look up from his book to check if Suji was still there. It took her three hours cleaning the first shelf. Skillfully she would get on top of a chair so she could reach the higher ledge. Kyung Soo gave a guilty, yet appreciative stare at her figure. He couldn’t get too much. Only the clear line of her waist, highlighted by her apron, and the obvious length of her legs.

“Mister Do, I quit my last job for this kind of thing” Kyung Soo knew immediately what she meant. Deny it was useless. So he only apologized.

“Ok, just…try not to do that again”

“Sure, I’m very sorry…may I change the subject?” Suji nodded and started cleaning the other shelf.

“You like reading Suji?”

“I do” Short answers made Kyung Soo anxious…and curious “What kind of books?”

“Spy novels, thrillers and…poetry” Kyung Soo smiled, a bit less anxious, but more curious.

“I have a lot of books like that, feel free to take them with you anytime you need it”

“Thank you, sir”

“What kind of poetry do you like?” Suji pursed her lips in a way that could be described as adorable, way too adorable.

“I like Japanese poetry…also Latin American writers”

“The bad thing is that because of the translation, you lose a lot of the meaning” Suji grinned as she kept working.

“That’s why I read them in their original language”

He was screwed. Damn, he had a thing for smart girls.

Some guys liked big boobs, some others had a thing for big butts. Kyung Soo had a thing for big brains. And bilingual brains were even better.

≠

Kyung Soo took the first step. Suji felt like getting on her knees and thank God. Not that she believed in him, but she had to thank someone for that change of events.

Just when she was thinking about hurrying up, Kyung Soo decided to stay there while she cleaned the library. That was for sure some kind of kink. And then she finds him looking at her from behind his book, his eyes squinting. She had two options. Let it happen and later take advantage of it. Or face him, stopping him with some prude attitude. She went for the second one. She remembered reading something in Kyung Soo’s profile. Something like ‘He likes straightforward attitudes’.

Then he started asking about her book preferences. And she answered quite honestly. Reading was a good way to stay away from headaches in the middle of missions, so she always hid a copy of some favorite book next to her bullets. He kept asking questions, showing interest, which amused her.

Chanyeol would have to shut his mouth. Suji now had a short time goal.

By the end of the week, she would have Do Kyung Soo eating from her hand.

Hopefully.

The next day, after a day of work, she locked herself in her room. With the curtains closed and only the dim light of the computer screen. She checked some recordings, labeling them with the dates and time. After finishing that, she checked the microphones. Looking for some late-night activities. The ones from the office registered nothing. When she checked the ones from the library, she only perceived the noise of light steps. Then some books falling and lastly a high pitch noise that made her jump and take off her headphones.

The microphone. That noise was familiar to her. Coupler. The most probable reason; it fell from where it was hidden.

She got up from her bed and opened the door looking outside her room. All her neighbors were sleeping, and all the lights were off. She walked outside her room, across the hallway and the kitchen in her tiptoes, carefully, making no sound. All the other rooms were dark. And from Kyung Soo’s room, she could hear the shower running. Hopefully, he didn’t hear the noise. When she reached the library, she got scared for half a second when she saw something moving in the dark. She turned on the light and could only see the tail of a cat going out through an open window. On the floor were a couple of books and the bible that she used to hide the microphone. She lifted it from the floor and found the little black thing under it, shattered in several pieces.

“Fucking Christ” She cursed under her breath. She hid the little pieces in the pockets of her pants and started picking up the books from the floor. Once she was ready to leave, someone called her name.

“Suji?” Fuck. Suji shut her eyes, organizing the ideas in her mind. She pulled off a calm expression and turned around, meeting Kyung Soo’s questioning eyes.

“Sir, I’m sorry…I just came here looking for a book, I was having a bit of trouble sleeping, and I already finished all the books I brought…sorry If I bothered you”

“No, please, go ahead, pick whatever you want” Kyung Soo crossed her arms and walked closer, standing behind her. She got nervous, she hated that feeling, so she grabbed the first book she saw in front of her. An old version of Sherlock Holmes.

“A classic” Kyung Soo said, and Suji heard it too close to her ear.

“Yeah, never too old, now If you excuse me” Suji got ready to leave but Kyung Soo called her name again.

“Suji, tomorrow I need you to accompany me to the temple. I need to deliver some donations”

“Of course sir, whatever you need” Kyung Soo bowed at her, she responded with a similar bow and finally walked outside the room.

A triumphant smile crossed her face once she was finally back at her room.

April 2nd to April 3th

The art of seduction consisted of finding the weak points of the human being. And Kyung Soo’s was quite clear.

The man was full of repentance and guilt.

Suji could tell by the way he prayed at the temple and how familiar the priest was with him. She has seen it before. Men that did bad, begging to God for forgiveness.

She skipped the praying thing telling him that she didn’t believe in anything, only herself. That brought a smile to his face, and Suji knew she did well. She didn’t talk that much when they drove to the temple. Kyung Soo tried to bring a subject of conversation, but she only gave him short answers, giving very little information. Every answer brought another question, but only superficial subjects. He asked once about her family, to which Suji only answered with the truth that Chanyeol had prepared for her. Both parents died, no siblings and no grandparents. No family at all. That was easier to fake. A couple of death records, no necessity of hiring actors. Kyung Soo didn’t ask how her parents died, so she didn’t have to keep lying.

Kyung Soo was an orphan. Maybe that’s why Jongdae and Chanyeol decided to make her an orphan too. How Do’s parents died was clearly explained in Chanyeol’s report. Car accident. It was a pretty horrible accident from what she could see in the pictures. Kyung Soo was left with no family and a small heritage.

She felt a little bit bad for him.

But if his weakness was repentance and guilt she needed to find a way to tell him something like ‘It’s alright, you are a good guy’. The how was the tricky part.

How could she make him believe that she understood his situation and gain his trust when she supposedly didn’t know what his situation was?

Suji sighed and asked God for a cigarette. She blamed the strong smell of incense.

“Suji? I think I’m ready, sorry to interrupt your sleep” Suji opened her eyes and stared at him with a frown.

“I wasn’t sleeping, just enjoying the smell of the incense” As soon as her words left her lips, she realized how rude she sounded. She wanted to apologize, but he was smiling. He sat next to her, not looking angry at all towards his employee.

“Maybe we should grab something to eat at the…just a minute” His phone rang inside the pocket of his joggers, and as soon as he saw the screen he got up and walked some good 5 meters away from her. Having the RFTS now would have been very useful. He spoke for two short minutes and walked back where Suji was, clearly worried.

“We have to leave, come on” Suji didn’t ask a thing, only followed obediently and got into the car.

Kyung Soo walked inside the backroom of a bar in Dongdaemun flanked by two of his guys. His frown stayed deep and dark, and his hands in his pockets gave away a very unfriendly look.

Inside the room were two guys, standing next to the window. One of them tall, built and with a frown as deep as Kyung Soo’s. The other one was as tall as his companion but less built, and his brows were raised in worry.

“Good afternoon gentlemen” Both of them stared at Kyung Soo and only one of them walked in his direction.

“Mister Do, long time no see”

“It's nice to see you again Mister Go, sadly, under these circumstances” Kyung Soo shook his hand and patted his shoulder, giving him a warm smile.

Go’s was Kyung Soo’s eyes and ears in the police department of Dongdaemun. A single man in his early 40ths, with a love for money but not so much love towards his work. Kyung Soo got to have him on his side thank to a very good monthly pay. It was really worth it though, Dongdaemun was the place with more customers, and if any weird rumor about him started going around the police station, Mister Go would make it disappear. The call Kyung Soo got hours ago was him doing his job.

“This is Mister Kang, works at the department, and don’t ask me how, but he had proofs about your business. I already confiscated them, but he is ready to talk” Kyung Soo walked toward him and bowed. The guy didn’t answer but looked quite dumbfounded.

“Mister Kang, please sit down, let’s have a nice talk…sit down, please…I’m very curious, how did you find out about my business?” The man did not answer.

“Kang! Talk, I’m warning you!” Go’s voice sounded less friendly. Kyung Soo said nothing but saw how his head lowered.

“Did someone say something to you? Someone from inside my group? Maybe a customer?” No answer.

“Let me see, if you put together all that information by yourself you must have a strong reason to investigate me…you’re a cop, but this is beyond duty right?” He nodded but didn’t look at Kyung Soo.

“Beyond duty uh?...revenge?” Kang got up from his seat and tried to reach him with his hands, but immediately he had two guys bringing him back to his seat by the shoulders. His attitude showed him that was the reason. Revenge. He could understand that.

“Did I do something to someone close to you?”

“You did”

“Please tell me” Kang’s stare made Kyung Soo feel sick. A strong nausea hit him when he saw the hate in his eyes.

“You fucking bastard killed my brother” Kyung Soo went through all the people he had to make disappear, but there was no memory of a Kang.

“I didn’t”

“You did, my brother died with a syringe in his arm, weighing 25 kilos and with nothing more than a blanket and a bag of crystal meth…I did some research, and his dealer bought the drugs from you” Kyung Soo swallowed that feeling that was building in his throat and adopted the cynic attitude he needed to show in this kind of situations.

“So, in your head…, I’m the one who killed your brother”

“You did, fucking bastard”

“I see, and tell me, how did your brother reach that situation? 25 kilos? And you didn’t realize he had a problem?” Kang didn’t answer.

“He was clearly addicted, but let’s take a minute to think about how he reached that state…tell me Mister Kang, why did you let that happen?”

“Don’t try to…” Kyung Soo’s voice was calm and low, he knew how annoying and terrifying it could be.

“I will, you are blaming me for something that I didn’t do, I have to defend myself. I did not kill your brother, you didn’t kill your brother, he killed himself…although I cannot deny that you should have done something to stop it” He tried to move from his seat, but Kyung Soo’s guys didn’t allow him.

“We did!”

“What, you guys told him to stop doing drugs, put him into rehab and what? Let the doctors do their magic?”

“He was a normal kid! He was a smart kid! A happy kid!”

“Was he?...Mister Kang, was your brother a happy kid?...” He stared at the man, who now looked a lot less angry. His face was now crossed by pain. Sudden realization maybe.

Kyung Soo exhaled a long sigh and rested his arms on top of the table “So, this is what is going to happen. I know that you still have copies of all the proof against me, and we have your testimony, which I think, can bring me some kind of trouble…I don’t like trouble…I know how to fight trouble, so I know how to fight you” Kyung Soo opened a folder that one of his guys handed him and looked at it for a while.

“Two daughters?...” Kang reacted as electrified, the two guys holding him could barely keep him in place “Don’t touch my girls!”

“I will never…but what about Tae Mi…your wife”

“Stay away from them!” Kyung Soo stood up, took the folder with him and went to stand next to him.

“I will, If you don’t mess with me” Kang lowered his head, nodded and whispered an ‘understood’.

That was it. Kyung Soo walked outside the room.

This time there were no deaths. Hopefully.

Suji took advantage of Kyung Soo’s absence. He called the house saying he would be back late. And since everyone was in the living room watching TV, she walked across the garden and got into his room with two microphones in her pockets.

She had already installed one under his bed. Maybe the acoustic wouldn’t be the best, but at least she knew he wouldn’t stick his head under his bed.

For the second microphone, she still wasn’t very sure about where to put it. One option was a small architectural detail on top of his bed…but it was too small, a small movement could drop the gadget. The other option was the ceiling lamp, which was a very good place, but it was pretty high and she would need a stair, maybe two meters, doing it by herself would be almost impossible.

Just when a third-place appeared in her sight, someone opened the bedroom door. She hid the microphone in her pocket and waited for whoever was, to get inside.

Her eyes met Kyung Soo’s, and no excuse came to her mind. “Sir…”

“Don’t say a word” He walked until he was close to her, too close. He grabbed her wrist and pushed her on top of the bed. Suji was suddenly terrified, but not for his actions. She was terrified because she didn’t know what to do. She was completely unprepared.

He didn’t look mad, but there was something in his stare.

“Take off your sweater” He ordered.

“Excuse me, sir?”

“You hear me, do it” Suji thought about resisting, but her instinct told her not to do it. She met Kyung Soo’s eyes again and she could see what he thought she was doing there.

And it was a misunderstanding.

A very useful misunderstanding.

This wasn’t going to be the first nor the last time that she will need to do this for a mission.

TBC

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darkling-er · 6 years ago

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Hope’s Savior ( John Seed x OC ) | Part 19

Summary: Trinity-Hope Johnson finds herself in the middle of a holy war, leading the Resistance, while having a complicated relationship with one of the cult’s herald. And she thought her first case would be easy. Oh how wrong she was!

Pairings: John Seed/Fem!Deputy, John Seed/OC, Earl Whitehorse & OC ( uncle&niece ), Joseph Seed/Fem!Deputy ( kind of ), might add more later

Warnings: mild language, violence, eventually smut, masturbation, oral sex, you know guys the usual, use of drugs ( bliss and other, thanks to Sharky ), fluff ( does that even need a warning? ), manipulation, angst, mention of mental illness ( insomnia, depression ), mention of child abuse ( from John’s side ), torture, I think that’s it? I swear it’s not so bad!

Word Counter: 3931

Notes: I used that gif, because I would like to imagine it’s them and it’s cute *-*

Hope feels her body stucked on John’s as she slowly wakes up. She doesn’t rush, enjoying the rhythm of his breathing. She smiles to herself, carefully lifting her head from his chest, looking up at the sleeping man. People really do look innocent while they sleep. His features smooth, no showing of fake smiles and angry outbursts. He looks cute while he sleeps... The young woman smirks to herself.

She moves her leg away from him, as it was entangled with his. John doesn’t seem to wake up to her moving around. She sits up, then looks down at the man, placing a kiss on his cheek. Not to wake him up, just to enjoy the moment a bit more. He doesn’t flinch, sleeping deeply, so Hope gets up from the bed, walking toward the bathroom on her toes, trying to be quiet.

She closes the bathroom door slowly, being careful to not wake up the man. The young woman start running the water in the shower, stepping under it. So many thoughts go through her head as she massages her scalp, washing her hair under the hot water.

It feels nice, getting rid of the sweat that gathered on her skin yesterday night. Hope uses the man’s shower gel, feeling dazed in his scent, while rubbing on her skin with it.

She doesn’t her the bathroom door open, or him stepping into the shower until John kisses her neck, making Hope gasp in surprise. He puts lazy kisses on her skin from behind, his hand touching her abdomen, sliding down between her legs.

“Good morning, my dear.” He says in a smooth voice, then he bites on her earlobe slightly, fingers tracing along her slit.

She feels hot, not just from the water as she turns her head, kissing him over her shoulder. Their kiss is sloppy, as she turns her body around, hand grabbing behind his neck, the other sliding down to touch his hardening cock.

God, we really shoudln’t do this... She thinks, but doesn’t act on her thought. Hope traces her thumb over his tip, earning a groan from John. Then everything goes fast. A lot different then yesterday night, his movements rough, not slow and careful.

He picks her up, then slams her against the shower cabinet’s wall, pushing himself into her entrance.

It doesn’t take them long to reach their high, John filling her body after she’s clamping around him. They breath heavily against each other. Her head is against his chest, while he carefully puts her down after they both ride out their orgasm.

Hope thinks how easily they could have tripped on the wet floor, knowing that most of the times shower sex ends up in accidents and injuries.

“I could get used to this.” John amuses with a low chuckle, caressing the young woman’s hair under the running water.

She hugs his chest, her head resting on his chest. Yeah, me too... She wants to say, but doesn’t, knowing better.

“We should finish showering.” Hope says, stepping away from him, averting his gaze and turning around to finish up with the shower.

They doesn’t say anything else to each other, until they go back to the room, both having a towel around themselves.

She looks at her torn apart dress, looking at it, wondering what to wear now. She picks up her underwear and puts it on, while John stands in his closet. He’s in a simple black shirt and jeans, a look she’s not used to by him. Even as a prisoner at the jail he wore his vest and button-up shirt. He looks nice like this, even domestic.

John holds a simple white shirt and a pair of jeans out to Hope, and she thanks him, putting on the clothes. The jeans is surprisingly perfect on her, and she raises an eyebrow at that:

“Are you keeping all kinds of women jeans in your closet, or is this just a coincidence.”

He chuckles looking at her with a shrug:

“Bought it for Faith, but she refused to wear it...”

And with that they end their conversation, not speaking to each other about anything else. They don’t dare bring up the stuff that happened between them yesterday and this morning in the shower.

Hope left John at the Ranch with Sharky and she also made a call Grace, asking her to stay with those two. She trusted her more than Sharky. The man is her best friend, but he’s uncapable of keeping John under a leash.

The young woman also paid a visit to the Ryes, both happy to see her again. Kim even told her Nick cried for days about her ‘death’. Which made Hope feels terrible, but also warm, knowing the Ryes are like a second family to her. Mentioning that they told her why they really called her there: they wanted her to be their child’s godmother. There were tears of joy, mostly from the junior deputy. And after a long chit-chat about all kinds of things she left them at the house.

The junior deputy is now at the whitetail mountains. She radioed Eli about doing some jobs for him. The man was happy to hear from her, glad she’s going to help out in the north.

Hope called Jess as well, to have some company. The woman didn’t say but she seemed happy to rejoin the deputy’s team against the cult.

Hope did some heavy work up there: freeing the F.A.N.G. Center, finding Cheeseburger the bear. Getting the radios back for Tammy and finding a bunch of loot for Wheaty. Eli even joked about her being restless. But of course she feels like she needs to do work against the cult. Not only she missed a whole month, but it also helps her to try and forget about the events with John.

Now Jess and Hope is destroying wolf beacons, making it hard for Jacob to get more judges. They blow up the last one they could find in the mountains, smiling proudly at the crash of the cult beacon.

They walks away smiling, when her radio crackles to life, and the voice speaking to her makes her frowns, even a bit terrified:

“Y’know Deputy... If it were up to me you’d have been dead a long time ago... Especially after you killed my little brother... But Joseph has other ideas... and he wants to talk to you. So that’s what you’re gonna do. Don’t worry, my hunters will bring you to him.”

Hope starts to panic, looking at Jess, then around herself, when her radio crackles to life again, Dutch speaking to her:

“Ah, shit... He’s comin’ for you again, kid. Better be careful, those hunters could be anywhere.”

Run, run, run! Her voice screams at her in her head, and Jess thinks the same, grabbing her arm, running toward their truck.

“Come on, Deputy! We just got ya back, I ain’t gonna let you get taken by that asshole!”

They run through the forest, trying to get to the car, where they parked it, only to find the road empty.

“Oh, you fuckers! I swear, this ‘take it if it’s empty’ thinking with the resistance is fucked!” Jess growls, not knowing what to do.

Hope panics, her senses going wild, trying to dodge if a bliss arrow comes her way. She spots two of Jacob’s man, one aiming his bow at them.

Hope tackles Jess to the ground, getting her out of the way of the arrow as well. A fight starts, Jess readying her bow, killing one of the peggies, while Hope aims her AR-C at the other one, killing him on sight.

They exhale, feeling lucky, but a sharp pain goes through the junior deputy’s leg, her vision turning red and blurry.

“Jess...” She exhales, turning around to see three other peggies and two Judges with them.

She falls to the ground, already falling deep into unconsciousness, while she watches the young woman fighting against a Judge. Hope wants to help her friend, but can’t, her mind already turning off.

The junior deputy wakes up on the ground, in a cage. She was never there before, but she could swear it’s familiar somehow.

It’s nighttime again, meaning she had to be asleep for at least a day. Her head and leg hurts, and her throat and mouth feels so dry it causes her pain as well. This is bullshit...

A guy crouches down next to her, she recognizes him. He was at the wolf’s den and with Eli when they rescued her from Jacob at the first time. The stuttering guy. She feels bad, not remembering his name.

He’s ready to give her a drink from a bowl, but a voice makes both of their head turn. Staci! He stands next to the cage, grabbing on the bars, while speaking:

“They want you to be strong. One of you will be strong...”

Hope notices Jacob approaching Staci, while Mr. Stutter goes up to the bars:

“N-n-n-n-not again...”

When Jacob shoves Staci away Mr. Stutter scatters back to the end of the cage as well.

“Get out of here, Peaches.”

Staci falls back, going behind the man, standing guard. Trying to be a good soldier. Or a good bitch to Jacob... She thinks, feeling pity for Pratt.

Joseph is here as well, touching his forehead to Jacob. It seems to be like a show of respect, a show of concern and love. She shivers, thinking he did the same to her in the Bliss.

Jacob stands aside, looking down at Hope, meeting her eyes, but his facial expression is blank. So she rather focuses on Joseph, the man crouching down next to her, just the metal bars between them.

She moves, trying to stand, but gives up and makes a grimace at the pain of her wounded leg. She doesn’t make a sound though, she can’t show weakness around Jacob.

Hope looks at the Father, hating the man in front of her for putting her in such position.

“I know you’re in pain. The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh, huh?”

His voice is the same as usual: smooth, comforting, but she doesn’t need him to be that. She would rather have him shout at her for escaping the Jessop Conservatory. This act of his, or whatever he thinks this is, is just annoying.

She doesn’t answer, playing the mute infront of the man. He shakes his head a bit, then continues:

“But you’re not the only one to be tested...”

She takes a glance at Jacob, but he doesn’t even look at them. The fuck does that mean? Joseph shows her his forearm, a tattoo of a young woman on it.

“Did you know that I had a wife? So beautiful, isn’t she?”

He puts his hand through the bars. She would gladly hit him, but knows better. With Jacob standing there and her behind the bars there’s no chance of fight anyway.

Hope looks back into Joseph’s eyes, continuing her silence, so he goes on.

“We were pregnant with out first child. And we were just babies ourselves really. And I was terrified.” His chuckle scares her. She never seen him laugh or smile before, so this feels unusual.

“Of becoming a Father, mostly about money... She wasn’t worried... She had faith that things were gonna work out. She always had faith...”

Wow, nice. Someone actually married this dude. Either she was crazy, or she was a magician and could fuck some sense into him... She thinks, not amused by his story telling. She would rather have Jacob speak his nonsense about weak and strong, then this man sharing his life event with her.

“And then one day she was going to go visit a friend. There was an accident... and the Lord taketh.”

Fuck... Well, that escaleted quickly. She unconsciously remembers her parent’s death. The car accident she can’t remember, because she was born right there in the middle of it. But from all the reports she searched for and read about she feels like she was there, remembering every picture of her deceased parents.

“And they rushed me to a hospital and put me in a room with this little pink bundle stuffed with tubes and they said that I had to be strong because my little girl was going to live.”

Wow, that’s.. hard... She feels bad for the child. Even though she didn’t knew Joseph had a daughter. It must have been hard to grow up without her mother and live with her delusional father.

Her face softens, listening to his story.

“God was looking out for our daughter. And they left me in a..., alone in a room with her. I just...” He shakes his head, looking into the distance, probably reliving the situation. “... stared... at my daughter... So helpless. So innocent... and all she had in the world was me.” He seems to be angry at himself, his word flying through his teeth. “A nobody, from nowhere with nothing.”

His face softens again, blinking at Hope.

“And in that moment I knew that God was testing me. He was laying out a path before me and all I had to do was choose.”

She frowns, confused. Did he leave the kid? Put her into an orphanage or give her up for adoption? She feels sorry for the kid, but is relieved. Probably for the best to not grow up with this man.

He continues and Hope starts to feel a knot in her stomach, making her head dizzy. A feeling that something bad is going to happen.

“So I put my hand on my little girls head and I leaned in and I could smell her... And we prayed together. Prayed for wisdom. Prayed for strength... then I knew. I heard God’s plan for me.”

Her heart starts beating faster on his next words, her face turning into a horrified shock as he raises his hand, gesturing along with his story:

“And I took my fingers and I put them on that little tube that was taped to her angelic face and I pinched it shut.”

She looks at him, terrified as he closes his eyes with a low humm, just to open them again and look at her horrified expression.

“And after a little while her legs began to kick and kick and kick... and then nothing. Stillness. Release.”

She tries to lean back, afraid of the man’s actions. How could he?

“How could you?” She whispers, her first words to him and he grabs her by the collar of her shirt, leaning against the bars.

“The Lord giveth and the Lord... taketh.”

He pulls her up to her feet:

“Pain. Sacrifice. These are all part of his test. Only have to prove that we can serve God... no matter what He asks... When you’re finished here, I want to think about this,the sacrifices you have to make, if you want to join us in the new Eden... Start walking the Path, Deputy. Then join me and my Family on Sunday for dinner.”

He turns away from Hope, taking Jacob’s shoulder in his hand.

“You’ve done well.”

Then Joseph leaves, the young woman still shocked and mortified by his story. Hope looks at Jacob, his expression blank. Did he knew? Did John knew? She can’t read the other Seeds well, but she has a feeling that Jacob in fact didn’t know about this.

He looks at her, taking out his music box. She realizes it too late, looking down at his hands as he opens the box. Her vision start to go red, her head hurting at the music. She covers her ears, trying to close out the sound, but she can’t, it’s too much.

She closes her eyes and the next moment she stands in the same room as before. A tower clocking, red room with a falling building. The presentation Jacob did, two people sitting in the chairs. And a gun, right before her on the table.

Hope grabs it and shoots both of them down. She doesn’t think about Joseph and his story. She doesn’t think about John. She only thinks about one thing: Kill. Kill. Kill.

“Excellent.” Jacob says as she already knows the route she has to run, grabbing another weapon. The falling apart building containing people: resistance members, innocents, militia members...

But she shoots them. Innocent or not, if she shoots before them that only means they are weak. And she knows what needs to be done with the weak.

“Good, cull the herd.”

She grabs the shotgun from next to the wall, moving forward to the corridor. The music slowly making her mind crazy. The slow version of Only You echoing in the building and in her head. A deer appears in front of her and runs into the wall, turning into smoke, just like the people she shoots at.

She’s near the entrance to the fountain and she grabs an AR-C. The metal gate saying it’s still the veteran center. She shoots down all the man, not having a problem with it. She needs to hear him. She wants to hear him praise her. I’m strong, they’re weak.

“Well done.”

She enters the building, killing everyone in the next room. She’s getting ready to the slide down. She doesn’t wake up this time though. It doesn’t end. She enters a place that is familiar somehow, but her crazed mind can’t recognize the place. There’s no time to think, only to act.

A person runs towards her and she shoots him in the head. She kills every last person in the room, only to earn a praise from Jacob:

“Good.”

She kills the next one:

“Not bad.”

Hope turns around the corner and finds herself at her destination. A blank face, almost a dummy, and she shoots at it, the music stopping at her action.

“Perfect.”

She falls unconscious, a black dream welcoming her, the feeling that she did good.

Hope sits in the kitchen of the Ranch, looking down at her hands, her knuckles bloody from the kills and shaky from her shock. She’s holding a mug, filled with hot chocolate, while Pastor Jerome is talking to her. But his voice is blurry, she can’t focus on it, as the memories of her actions keep coming back to her.

How she woke up in the middle of the forest, surrounded by a pile of corpses... Resistance members that she killed. How she managed to get into a truck and drive back to the Valley, entering the Ranch. How she sat down in the dining room and stayed there. Sharky, Grace, even John asking her what happened. But she couldn’t answer. Her mind blank, the echo of Only You ringing in her ears, making her see red from time to time.

After some time Grace called Fall’s End for help, any kind of guidance. Soon Jerome, Adam and Liza came. Hope didn’t watch their reactions to John, them probably meeting the man for the first time since the Atonement.

Jerome made her a cup of hot chocolate, while Liza checked her pupils, saying something to the others Hope didn’t catch, but the woman seemed to keep her sentences short anyway. Mostly Jerome, Adam and Grace speaking. And of course John, which seemed to annoy the others.

And now they are all gathered around her. Speaking to her and each other, trying to pull a word from her. But the young woman just stares at the mug in her hands. She didn’t even drink from it yet.

Hope doesn’t realize, when someone steps next to her chair, putting their hands on her shoulder and she flinches at the contact, panic creeping up on her.

The blur goes away and she looks up at John who is quickly pushed away from her into the wall by Adam, who readies a punch:

“Don’t you dare touch her!” The gun for hire says, pushing John against the wall, an annoyed look on the others face.

“I wasn’t going to do anything...” He scoffs, as Grace pulls Adam off of John, standing between the two of them, holding her hands out, looking from one to the other.

“Could you guys stop with this male hormone bullshit? I don’t need you two acting like this around the Deputy right now.”

Hope blinks up at them, then turns her gaze to Liza, Jerome and Sharky. Sharky sits at the table, looking worried, but not saying a word, letting the others solve out the situation.

Jerome locks eyes with the young woman with a careful voice as he approaches her:

“...Deputy?”

She looks at the man, her hands shaking around the mug, as she blinks at the Pastor. Adam and John seem to calm down, everyone in the room looking at her, waiting. She opens her lips a bit, trying to form words in her head first, then weakly she whispers:

“I’ve killed them.”

She looks down at her hands, but her mind is back at the place where she woke up. All the blood, all those bodies.

“They were innocent... Our people.” She whispers, tear gathering in her eyes. “I couldn’t stop. I just... I couldn’t... Oh God...”

Jerome comes and gets the mug out of her hand, his other resting on her shoulders as she starts to cry. Jacob’s disapproving voice echoing in her head. You’re weak.

She doesn’t see, but Adam looks at Jerome and Liza saying:

“This is Jacob’s work.”

Jerome tries to comfort the broken young woman:

“Deputy, it’s not your fault... Jacob did this to you, he lead your hands to do it, but it wasn’t your fault.”

She doesn’t believe him, but stops crying, wiping away her tears, then stopping as she looks down at her bloody hands.

“Joseph was there too.” She says, a sentence that makes everyone go stiff and tense.

“Why was he there?” John asks, earning an annoyed look from Adam, but Hope answers anyway.

“He wanted to talk to me... But it wasn’t a conversation... He said...”

She feels a puke coming up as she thinks about his story, but fights down the feeling. She closes her eyes, shaking her head, not wanting to repeat his story. Who knows what that would cause. Maybe John even knows about it. She wishes that he doesn’t. That would make her heart break, knowing the man knew what his brother had done and still look up for him.

So she rather repeats his last words for her:

“He said I have to walk the Path... Then join him for dinner on Sunday.”

She says, shaking her head lightly, gaining a scoff from Grace.

“Sure thing, bring some wine for him, will ya?” Adam jokes, then looks down at Hope, his fake smile fading. “Jesus, don’t tell me you actually thinking about it.”

Hope doesn’t want to. If anything she wants to stay away from Joseph for the rest of her life. But she gatheres her willpower, sighing.

“If this means I get close to him, maybe have a chance for an attack as well... So be it. I’ll be bait.”

They all look at her in disbelief, as she sighs.

“Unless you guys have a better plan... If you do, please tell me, because...” She fakes a laugh. “... I honestly don’t want to do this.”

She looks at all of them frowning:

“Although I have no idea how to ‘walk the Path’...”

Silence follows, then John speaks up, everyone looking at him.

“I do.”

A/N: I know I rushed some game events here, but being not much of an impact on the story I didn’t see a reason to write them all down.

Tags: @onl-you , @redaurora17

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magicalsalamander · 7 years ago

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Aurelius [Prologue]

Pairing: BTS Namjoon ⇆ Reader

Genre: Werewolf | Fluff | Angst | Smut [later] |

Summary: When the daughter of the secretary for the Minister for Wolf and Canine relations is the last living member of her clan, she must find a way to avenge her family. She must find a way to put an end to the hunters whose sole purpose is to cleanse the world of werewolves. The golden one hasn’t forgotten. Will she be able to get the revenge she needs?

Words: 8.7 K

Warnings: Rated Mature; Explicit themes, action/ violence, blood shed, torture, death of characters (minor), and graphic depiction. This is not true though series, only this part for context.

A/N: Orig post: 01|15| 2018; Updated intro 12|12|19. Part of the KLF Universe. Thank you @ratedtae for the moodboard.

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Only the ghost of the red-violet torch light painting the depressingly dull cobblestone walls gave me indication I didn’t give into the darkness. My first associations with that light were brief when the Neanderthal like men dragged my father, my grandfather and I into this cell. The oxidized iron liquid that I used to call mine painted the wall behind me and my very own dress. It was like my once champagne peach dress was now dipped in a marbled brown and burgundy dye solution and rung out sloppily. The spaghetti straps no longer supported the once proud collar of my dress but hung lifelessly at my sides. The only thing left at my side now. The cold, almost wet, cement floor and the cobble stone walls were the only thing supporting me up now. Gashes, slashes, and broken ribs left me immobile with only my eyes making the major movement. I couldn’t move. I could barely breathe, but I still had the fight in me. Almost cruelly, I still had fight in me.

I couldn’t hear well out of my right ear anymore just a high pitched constant ringing. Though clearly in my left ear I could hear a set of two heavy boots trail down the hall towards my cell. My grandfather remained unconscious in the opposite corner of the cell with his back facing me. If my senses proved me right, he’s left us a few hours ago to a better place. I only stared at the men dressed in black clothing with leather ascents who stood across the uneven, iron bars of the cell. What was the most sickening about them was the pelt that still carried the head of the wolf on the shoulders of their cloak. The faces of my people.

I growled lowly in my throat challenging these men to come close to me. They laughed and shoved the uneven bars of the cell door with their mudded boots open and stepped into the cell creating a half moon around me. I remained still as possible monitoring their movements cautiously with my eyes. The only reliable sense I had left. The center one with a grey wolf around his black cloak crouched down to my level. He took my chin between his calloused thick hands and brought my face up to look at him. His yellowed teeth showed behind his grime smile. His unkept long, brown hair fanned over his face only making his appearance more menacing. You’ve heard the verbal stories passed down through generations from your grandparents about these men. The horrific things these men did. The hunters.

He licked his chapped, thin lips before speaking, “It’s such a shame a pretty doll like this is such a filthy little bitch. If she wasn’t such scum I would’ve taken her to my bed. Sadly, for you my dear, my Lord calls for you.” He dropped my chin roughly and shoved a blacken, muslin bag over your head and tightened it with a string. I couldn’t see where they were dragging me, but I tried to mesmerize the turns we were taking but it was hard when your feet were scrapping cement. My feet weren’t used to such rough terrain, instead accustomed to running through grass, soft dirt, and the fuzzy carpet of my home. I missed home.

In fact, I was just there a few hours ago! A day ago? I’m not really sure how much time has passed honestly since I’ve been in this cell.

It was Sunday and my family held a monthly dinner to take a moment to celebrate life and being a family. I was sleeping in late that day when my mom came in the room and shoved open my curtains that block out the harsh noon sun. I enjoy the sun, just not when I’m trying to sleep. I grumble knowing that this is the end, the end of my precious slumber. Without warning she jumps on top of me and tickles me leaving me no choice to get up to stop her. I swear my mother never grew up, she’s more like a big sister than a parental figure. “Y/N, its Sunday. You know what that means?” I grumble under the covers while my mother leans her head into the covers to get a better listen. “Your grandparents are coming in from the North. They took a train here this morning and will be arriving around 5pm. You know how hard it is for them to travel so get up and help me. Get dressed first, wear something nice nothing casual Aure! We don’t have a lot of time!” I sneak a hand out of the blanket and wave it to her and give her an okay sign. She pats my butt in understanding the shaky promise and leaves the room.

Aure obviously wasn’t your name. I liked the name though, but my mom thought my legal name fit better. It just had this flow to it that was so…me, or so she insists. Before I was born, my dad went to Spain for a study abroad program for college and stayed with a Spanish family. He was taken into the family like one of their own during his stay. The wife/mother of the family taught him things his family lacked and found a new family in them. He grew very close to her and years later back at home when he found out he was going to have a daughter he wanted to name her after that woman. Her name was Aureliana (but your family found it simpler to call me by Aure). He asked her before he left if her name held a meaning and she said it meant golden and an emperor from Rome bared that name; more realistically her mother wanted her life to be golden like the word itself. My mother had decided on her children’s name as long as she could remember, so it left your father little room to argue. He found a loophole and called me Aure as a nickname, because I am as precious as gold to him.

I went to shower first before I swung open the French doors to my closet. I didn’t have many party dresses, but the ones I did I took care of. It was Spring, so I went with my champagne-peach spaghetti strap short dress that set just above my knees. It was pastel enough to match the new turn of the season, but comfy enough to maneuver in. Comfort comes first after all with clothing. I sat at my white vanity that used to be my grandmothers and set my face with light makeup. I was only staying indoors today anyways. I French braided my hair from crown to tip and pulled at the strands to loosen it up. A few pieces were taken out around my temple and cascaded on the side of my face. My mother came back in the room already dressed up as well in her blue, long sleeve knee length dress. She had her hair tied up in a tight bun that complimented her sharp features. The gold jewelry complimented her gold eyes. It was a unique thing that belonged to your people, even more unique to female alphas; only female alpha’s have gold eyes. She grabbed the two ends of the chains I already raised to latch the rose gold necklace, but took over halfway wordlessly. It was one piece of the set my father to me for my last birthday when I turned seventeen. My mother reached into the aged, heirloom jewelry box and pulled out the six rose gold rose pins for my hair. She weaved them through the braid into a small garden. I looped in the small hoop earring into my ears as the last touch and after latching the last hoop I took in everything. My metallic, rose gold eyes matched my jewelry perfectly.

I was born with gold eyes like my mother but as I got older red bleed into the gold mixing it into a rose gold. In a childish fit I was ashamed of them, I didn’t want to be different. I wanted to be like the rest of my pack, like the other female alpha’s generations before me. I sat at on the top of the porch chairs ashamed of my eyes but my father sat down behind me incasing me in between his legs. He set his bearded chin on my head, “The purple blends with the edges of the sky at night and for centuries people have painted that same sky. Each sunset is unique, no day will the clouds be the same. There will be no night where the sunset doesn’t marble into different colors.” I stopped sobbing hearing my dad’s words. He always talked some sense into me and told stories instead of lectures to get his message across. He wound his arms around me in a comforting hug, “Aure, Aureliana, my love, do you know that your name is as unique as the sky?” I shook my head acknowledging I’ve never bothered to ask, it’s just always been a self-truth I didn’t question. He sighed rocking me side to side gently and began, “Aureliana was the name of a special woman, who was like a mother to me, when I went to Spain. She told me the great legend of her name. Aureliana meant golden and that it was the name of an emperor of the Romans. The Romans were strong, smart, and diverse people who wore their red and gold robes proudly. They were greatest people of their time! Of course, your mother wanted to name you Y/N, but I still think you’re my little golden token. I’m grateful to have you Aure and I wouldn’t ever change that. You are strong and smart. Don’t be ashamed of the same colors the Roman’s wore proudly. My precious, little wolf, be the strong and valiant one I know you are.”

Being the daughter of an Alpha was a big responsibility, you were expected to lead the pack later when it was time to pass it down to the next reigning leader as the new Luna. The words my father told me that evening never left my every day motivational speech. I’ve held my head proudly since then and I want to lead my pack with pride when the time came. My pack was only a smaller division of a larger collective tribe. The region that I belong to was made of five different family packs, but my family was the second in ranking. The Kim family was the main alpha’s that ruled the area and their alpha worked for the Council as the Minister of Wolves and Canine relations. Your father was the secretary for the Minister earning the spot as a wise alpha and a smart man.

I walked down the stairs trailing after my mother into the kitchen. It was only my mother and myself in the house for the meantime to finish dinner and decorate the house before my father returned with my grandparents, his parents. My mother’s family disappeared five years ago, never to be found. I mixed some of the dishes and went to set the table with a large bouquet centerpiece. A few streamers were hung to create a festive atmosphere and bring all the décor together. It was tradition in wolf culture to be close to your family and mine lived by that diligently. I was working on some decorations in the living room when I hear the familiar car horn coming from the drive way. I slipped on my outside slippers and made my way out and down the porch steps and jogged up to the white Jeep Grand Cherokee. I waited for my dad to come out the car and he opened his arms wide and said, “Aure!” With an open invitation I jumped into his arms and squeezed him with all I had. He laughed at my eagerness and set me down. I turned to my grandparents struggling to get out. My grandpa was a tall, lean man with salt and pepper hair. He said his wrinkles were caused by grandma, “the woman never knows how to stop nagging me Y/N,” at least I quote from him. Grandma was a short, small woman but she had enough spunk in her to rival me. I hugged them equally as tight just not jumping this time around. I politely took their carry-ons walking with them into the house as they told me about their adventure on the train. Your father followed closely behind with their suitcase and closed the front door.

It was around seven pm when everything was on the table and served onto everyone’s plate. My father raised his glass clinking it with a nearby utensil. “I’m so glad my parents could make it to this dinner. It’s always great having you in our home. It isn’t home without everyone here tonight, Howls to the kin!” You all howled in cheer and clinked your glasses, but in my gauntlet it was only apple juice. I couldn’t drink any alcohol yet since it was illegal. The meal was delicious, my mother was an amazing cook. All adults at the table were tipsy with the merlot wine that my father has been saving for the occasion. I was facing the bay window sitting next to my mother, across from your grandparents with my father at the head of the table. All the adults were so in tuned with some old story that I’ve heard every Sunday dinner. They were clearly giggling at the same boring parts and retelling the same old jokes. I stared out the window not being able to leave the table until I cleaned my plate. I twirled my fork in the few last bites of pasta, but I didn’t raise it to take a bite. I stared out at the tree line of the property. The moonlight shined brightly on the mid-size back yard reflecting on the freshly dewed grass. We were far out from the city and from the closet pack house, it was safer for us and allowed us to run the forest in our natural states. There were no fences around the property since we wanted to run freely and return at will.

The tree line seemed to move and sway, I rubbed my eyes clearing it of any haze. I was positive I didn’t drink anything so why was the tree line changing? The black shadows took to a uniform line of dark shadows approaching the house out of the trees. They wore long, black cloaks, so you couldn’t make out any faces. I panicked my heart was racing, I yelled breaking the warm, nostalgic atmosphere, “Dad, Dad, there are people approaching the house! Look out the window, Look!” As if he sobered up instantly, his eyes burned a bright red and he peered at the tree line finally seeing the approaching shadows. A growl ripped through everyone in the room and I turned to the window again now seeing them more clearly. Each carried a pelt, some multiple, of their hunt with large knifes tucked into a sheath on their belt. They were armed in leather armor under their cloaks as I caught glimpses within strides. The man in the middle with multiple pelts on his cloak raised his hand and his minions stopped. He raised his head and to the side allowing my family to see the smirk of his teeth. He unsheathed his large sword gripping the leather handle that had a wolf’s tail hanging as an ornament. The blade was held in the air and it was dripping in purple, viscous solution. My eyes widened, I knew that syrup very well and whispered audibly, “wolfsbane.” The man kept arching his arm all the way back and then threw his knife towards us. Screams wrecked the room as the knife cracked the glass shattering the window and the knife was left oscillating stuck in the wooden table. My mother grabbed my hand calling along my grandmother, “Honey, we’re going to run. Don’t stop running okay? When we reach the front lawn, I want you to shift into your wolf. Go!” I looked towards my father and grandpa, who was already shifting and charging towards the men. I whimpered. There were too many men, I already knew this wasn’t going to end well. My mother dragged me to the front door and I made it into the lawn bare feet, “Shift! Don’t bother removing clothes just run!” The sound of clothes ripping and bones cracking filled the air, but close along the boots and laughs of the men followed. I didn’t look back, I kept running with my family at my side.

I was able to make it a half mile out climbing over and under shrubbery, trees, and anything in the way. It wasn’t long before you heard a yelp and against better judgment I took a gander back only to be horrified when you saw that your grandmother was being pulled by the tail towards the men. They raised their purple knifes letting the purple syrup drip tauntingly and then straight into her. I was horrified but my mother nudged my shoulder midstride to keep running; it wasn’t time to stop. My vision was getting blurry with tears. We made it past a river bank and saw an upcoming edge of a cliff. If we jumped, we could get away. We made it a bit further, I was trailing in front of my mother when I heard a pained howl. I stopped a few steps ahead and saw she was stuck in a bear trap. I was circling her whining, there wasn’t anything I could do in this state. I approached her and tried to bite the claws open finding any lever to release the pressure. I was panicking because I could smell the putrid smell of the hunters. The distinct smell of wolfsbane was getting closer and closer. I scratched and bite at the trap for a release, my claws were filing against the rusted metal of the old forgotten trap. My mother was barking at me to leave, leave and go far away but I wasn’t going to leave her behind. Before I knew it a large calloused hand encircled my neck and held me above the ground hind legs dangling. I couldn’t breathe but I was kicking and biting at the hands holding me. They laughed at my struggle, “Well look at what we have here. Two females? Well if it isn’t our lucky day.” One of the five men was stroking my mothers fur, but retracting his hand back when she snapped at him. He clicked his tongue at her, “stubborn, bitch.” He then placed his foot on the trap and eventually applied enough pressure to hear a snap of bone where the two sides of the bear trap met again. I roared, and my mother was screaming at the loss of her limb. The amount of blood flowing was overwhelming. They looked towards me and noticed my eyes, “wow, look at this one’s eyes. It would sell for so much if we dug them out and sold them don’t ya think?” I was shaking more violently doing everything I could to get out of their grasp. My mother looked into my eyes one last time before the gold left hers to turn a black as the man brought his up knife in both hands and through her chest. It hurt so much, and I was feeling sick. My vision was blacking in and out and before you knew it you passed out from the lack of air.

The muslin over my head didn’t lessen all of my senses. I could smell the different owners of blood, but I recognized notes of my fathers and grandpa’s as I was hurled to the floor of the room. I could only hear four heartbeats in the room. Before the muslin was removed, my arms were twisted behind my back locked in cuffs that were attached to decayed chains latched to the celling in my kneeling position. A scratchy rope was tied around my thighs and calves into a permanent kneeling position. This position really put strain on my broken rib, but I made no notion of it. I wasn’t going to let them get under my skin. My father always warned me if I was ever in this position to show no fear, don’t directly challenge but handle things logically. With him being in politics, this isn’t the first threat our family has faced. The bag was removed off my head and I had to squint to adjust to the bright surgical lighting of the room. The room had tiles lining the wall and on the opposite wall my father was suspended from the ceiling in chains like mine. His face was so bloated and the injury from somewhere in his hairline was dripping down his face. I wanted to cry, but I knew I had to remain composed with my head held up high. I was still trying to forget what happened to my mother and grandparents. The same man who threw the knife through the window was standing over a machine with different knobs and switches. From the machine ground lead wires were snaked on the ground but lead to attachments on my father at random locations on his chest.

My nostrils flared at the sight taking deeper breathes and from the burning smell of flesh. I couldn’t turn my head up very much since I was forced into a bowing position. I was able to bring my head to glimpse over my lashes at my father who tried to speak to me, but he was only able to gurgle out blood. I lowered my head before I lost all self-control. The traumatic image was becoming too much. The man once standing in front of the generator began pacing the room, “Well, are you going to tell us now? Your poor, poor daughter wouldn’t need to face the same pain, right? It would be a shame to waste a pretty face. You’re going to tell us where the Kim’s home is, right?” My dad was struggling against the chains, “don’t touch her!” The man responded like chastising a child, “that’s not the answer I wanted, now is it.” He didn’t get any response though my father refused to let them know anything.

The man stepped in front of me taking me in and brought his hunting knife out of his tool belt. He circled around me and crouched behind me waving the knife around between his index and thumb. My father was growling viciously with his fangs elongated grazing his already cut lip. I whimpered when he dragged the blade over my skin much like a cat scratching a post. I was trembling causing the chains to rattle, “Oh, little puppy are you scared?” I didn’t respond but attempted to stop the trembling. He sighed and with his cold tone, “Daughter like father.” He stood up and brought the knife to the top of my dress and brought it down tearing the back open and then brought the knife to my bra and ripped that as well. He cleared my spine of any fabric raking his calloused, dry hands up and down my spine and exposing it to the frigid air of the room. I didn’t bother holding back my panting now, I was terrified. The man twirled the knife in his hand again lazily eyeing my father, “This is what we’re going to do. We’re going to go in intervals of cutting her and shocking you until you answer me.” My father was growling but it was cut off with a pained yelled when electricity ran through his system. I was pressing my lips tightly together silently screaming as the purple knife cut into my upper arm. The pause was short in between repetitions when the man yelled again at my father for answers. Dad was sobbing and yelling for them to stop, to leave me alone. You remained silent, not wanting to spend any energy on speaking.

After more rounds they threw water on your father when he was nearing passing out. I couldn’t keep track anymore of the gashes my arms and legs, they burned like fire because of the wolfsbane. The one that burned the most was the “H” he engraved on my thigh. The pain from the others was dull but it was chronic enough to make me hold your breath occasionally to displace the tension. The man accepted a large bucket form another hunter and brought it to loam over me this time and presented it to my father. Another male held up my father’s chin to acknowledge the lead torturer. He held up a five-gallon (nineteen liter) container with steaming, hot water higher in gesture, “we specially boiled this for her. Now for the last time, where is it?” My father was sobbing at the man holding his chin, but when he got no response the man said, “you leave me with no choice.” He truly couldn’t respond; his facial muscles weren’t responding anymore.

I was trembling so intensely that the chains attached to my cuffs were swinging in the little room they had. The drips of water from the bucket sprinkled on my back and stung upon contract. I held my head low and closed my eyes. I started mumbling comforting words to myself, anything to take my mind off the reality of the situation. I repeated lyrics from the song my mother sang to me that only our people knew. The world felt like it slowed when I felt the first hit of the wave of water. I screamed as hard as I could and the pain in the wake of it was so intense my ears began to ring. My throat felt raw when he pouring stopped but the sobbing didn’t stop. He kept pouring a second time, then a third time after a short break knowing it would intensified the pain. I was still trembling now not from fear but pain. I slumped forward and to the side off my knees onto my left thigh. The man who poured the lava on me commented, “such a shame,” but there was no empathy in his voice. He walked back over to my father and turned the electricity up and kept it on until he passed out. Not long after the muslin bag was thrown over my head again and they undid the cuffs. I just slumped to the floor face first unable to move. They dragged my father and I back to the cell where we were held earlier and laid me on the cold cell floor. They removed the bag around my head and I noticed my grandfather no longer laid in the corner. I don’t remember much after because the world was getting darker and I eventually gave into the slumber when the pain and the blood loss became too much.

I woke up in my dad’s embrace sometime later, he was petting my head whispering sweet nothings into my hair. He was crying and repeating apologies. I opened my eyes and muttered “Dad” somewhere in between a lingual language and slurring. He didn’t stop his ministrations but now changed his words, “Your name is Aure. You’re no longer Y/N. If anyone ask you say that is who you are. The others, they didn’t make it, but you, you will! I’m going to help you escape. I need you to live on Aure. Once we reach the front door I need you to run and get as far away as possible. My little wolf you will run!” I was unsure of what he meant, what did he mean only I was going to escape? Why weren’t we going together? “Dad, it’s both of us or nothing.” He shook his head and stroked my cheek and told me that when the guards leave be prepared to leave.

I wasn’t prepared when my dad was able to bend the uneven metal bars, or when I snuck down the cell hallway up the stairs. The torch lights flickered when we passed by them. I wasn’t prepared when he held his hand over my mouth walking up the irregularly spaced cement stairs into the cabin on ground floor. I wasn’t prepared when he shoved me out the front door when the hunters ambushed him seeing us trying to escape. I wasn’t prepared when he fought them off with everything he had and he yelled to me with his last breath “Run!”. I had to leave him. I ran, unprepared, but I ran away.

I shifted into my wolf form because I was able to run faster on four legs than two. The pain from the burns along my spine and the gashes all over my body made the shift harder and regaining traction back nauseating. I stumbled my way into the forest and broke into a full run with all I had. Pain was secondary now. I kept running even when I couldn’t hear any more voices. I couldn’t trust silence. I kept running even when I was stumbling over my front paws, I must keep going. I came across a river at the end of a blue-green waterfall. Behind the waterfall’s cascade was a cave but before I made any moves into it I smelled the surroundings for anyone or anything. The coast was clear, so I stumbled into the entrance slipping on some rocks and into a shallow pool of cold water. The cold soothed my burns and the dirt in my fur contaminant the once clear water. The normally light-brown, white coat was a dark brown and burgundy. I stayed in the pool, I didn’t have energy to get back up. I was done running off adrenaline. I began sobbing knowing I now had lost my whole family. I had no one anymore. I cried myself into exhaustion and passed out in the water.

Daylight poured into the cave diffused in scattered light through the curtains of water. I laid in the same position for a while longer because the adrenaline was finally wearing off. I was so sore, but I was able to prop myself flat onto my stomach, whimpering when I put too much pressure on my ribs, and licked at my wounds enough to seal them. Werewolf’s have a special enzyme in their saliva that provide a Neosporin topical protection. Normally werewolves heal fast, but under extreme stress it can take just as long as a human’s regrowth rate. I had to get up and keep going, I didn’t know how far away the hunters were or if they were already waiting for me nearby. I limped my way out of the cave and drank some water from a clean pool before I carried on. The pain wasn’t as bad as last night, but my back felt tight with the now seared flesh solidifying into scars. Along my way I tried to hunt but no small creatures were around and if there was they were too fast. I kept going until it was pitch black out. A cabin amongst the trees broke the darkness with its porch light. I crouched behind bushes and observed it for any life. There was an old, green pickup truck off to the side of the cabin. I knew someone had to be living there, there must be food, all I had to do was sneak in to take some. I watched the home for any obvious signs hunters were a part of the place, but there wasn’t any pelts or animal skins.

After waiting for an hour, I crept to the side of the house in my human form naked to a side window that was left ajar. I creaked the wooden window pane open but stopped when it got too noisy. I waited for any sound, but nothing came. I gripped the wood and worked my way into the house landing on a knitted rug. I used my night vision to my advantage and observed the room locating the Kitchen. I crept through the dark house into the kitchen. The wooden floor boards would occasionally creak, but I tried to space it out enough to seem like natural, old home settling creaks. The steel double door of the fridge was calling to me, so I braced for the sound of the hiss from opening the door and held my breath as it opened. The decompression of the fridge activated the humming of the radiator. There was too much noise going on, so I grabbed any Tupperware and a crispy, cold apple and ran back to the window.

The light turned on and I froze in the middle of a living room with the evidence in plain sight. My bare back was turned to whomever the two owners of fast paced heart beats were, and I turned around with the apple in my mouth and my eyes wide. I covered my chest with my scared arms and the Tupperware protecting myself as much as I could. The older couple were still in the midst of tying their robes over their pajamas. I began stepping back but tripped over the same knitted rug I landed on spilling the contents on the Tupperware on the floor and myself. I was lowly growling in a way to have them back away enough for me to sneak back out the window. They held their hands up in defense and the older man spoke first, “we aren’t going to hurt you. Please, just calm down.” I was still eyeing the window but my direction of attention changed when they said, “You’re hurt, let us patch you up and feed you. You’re hungry right?” I stopped growling but yapped back in a broken voice, “No, you’re just going to take me back to them! I won’t go back!” They exchanged confused looks not knowing who I was referring too. “Honey, we don’t know who you’re talking about. Please, let us help you.” The room was silent for a few minutes and I looked around taking in the room to see if they had any weapons or pelts. The living room was humble with an old sofa, wooden tables and family pictures. I untensed when nothing indicated hunters and hunched over, but immediately cried out when the movement put stress on my wounds. The older woman inched her way towards me and was able to pick up the apple that fell out of my mouth and handed it to me. With a reluctant hand I extended then brought it back, but fully went to grab it rapidly. The older woman took my other hand and lead me to the bathroom. She asked me to stand in the shower so she could wash off the dirt and clean my wounds. She was truly gentle with me and didn’t ask any questions. I want to run, but the comforting hand of hers reminded me of my own grandmother. I started crying, an ugly cry, hunching over to collapsing to my own feet. The older woman was alarmed, she thought she hurt me further and asked what’s wrong. I shook my head and she brought me into her chest in an embrace not caring that she was getting wet. She rocked me back in forth until my sobs stopped. She dressed my wounds but said, “I’m not a nurse so this is the best I can do. I can’t cover your back up with any bandage. The burn is too extensive, I’m going to just apply aloe and we’ll let it heal on its own.” I nodded slowly in confirmation and she took a step out to her room to grab me some clothing. I finally took a step towards the wide mirror. The woman that looked back at me was an unfamiliar creature. My skin was pale littered in black and blue marks and gauze looped over the countless cuts. I slowly turned around to take a look at my back, if I could call it that anymore. It could’ve been mistaken for a world map from the apex of my neck all the way down to the small of the back. It was roaring red with purple lining the jagged edges of the map, the tiny cluster of blisters were inflamed full to the brim with serum. I was numb at this point, I had no tears left in me, no energy left to mourn anymore.

The family fed me and gave me a room to stay in, they didn’t ask any questions just let me sleep. They respected my sensitive nature for the night. The next evening I woke up after sixteen hours of sleep and was greeted by the older man sipping coffee on the couch, while his wife was across from him knitting a blanket. They looked up at me and smiled widely, “Evening dear, there’s food set on a plate on the dinner table for you.” I nodded and sat down in one of the four chairs with the plate of food. They both joined me at the table sitting across from me. I stopped eating when the atmosphere became uncomfortable. The old man spoke first with a stern voice, “If you’re going to stay here until your better we need to know who you are and where you came from.” I set the utensil down and stared at my plate, but the man spoke again,” I see your eyes are a different color than any natural color, are you one of them?” The older man spoke last words with venom and I knew it wasn’t safe to tell him the truth. I settled for a half-truth half lie on the spot, “my-my name is Aure. I ran away from..”gulp,” the a group of men that took me away from my family. They were sick men and performed experiments on me and my eyes. The last time was too much and I just ran away. I couldn’t take it anymore.” I struggled a bit with a solid story, but it came off as if what I was saying was too painful to relate. I was sure I probably sounded slightly cynical but that just helped me out. I was hoping they would take sympathy on me and consider me a rightful victim. The older woman grabbed my hand in her and patted it, “I’m so sorry that you went through all that. Those men must’ve experimented with wolf blood. Should we call the police? You can stay here as long as you want dear. We’ll be more than happy to take you in.” I looked up afraid, “please, no I don’t want to involve the authorities. I-I just want to stay hidden, it’s safer that way.” The older man just nodded not caring to sit much longer at the table. “He can be rough around the edges, but he means well.” I smiled at her words, but knew I would be walking on glass in this house.

Two years passed, and I’ve never left the cabin. I was happy here, although the first few months were awkward and a struggle the couple never made me feel obliged to anything. I was able to hide who I truly was well with no mishaps. They asked me to call them something else besides mister and misses and I settled on Nana and Papa. Papa taught me how to work the gardens in the back and I even started my own lane of vegetation. Nana taught me how to knit and brew the best cups of tea. It was humble and quiet, but I was glad I had a place to stay. The family had two sons, but they rarely came to visits since they lived in the city. Their old room was now my room and I would read the old comic books they had. The one that caught my attention was Marvel’s Black Widow. I read it back and forth, over and over again. I even found some books on how to fight with diagrams! It was really a boy’s room. They told me they’ve always wanted a daughter, so I was a blessing in disguise.

At night when no one was awake I crept outside to the back and shifted enjoying my wolf form and resting the itch of the beast. I wasn’t the same tawny wolf I used to be with my beautiful light-brown, white coat. My back had a large patch of missing where the scars wouldn’t grow hair back. There was a unique scar on my hind leg of the letter H from when they cut me up letting anyone know who they were. The hunters were forever attached to me. That wasn’t the only scar, my arms were also covered in scars not as large as the H but still notable. I would take the book with me and practice the diagrams. I wanted to be able to defend myself if anything like that were to happen again. I wouldn’t let it happen again. I would always return “home” before they got up and carried on with life.

Nana came up to me with her carrying her canvas grocery bags and list of groceries; papa was slowly in tow adjusting his paperboy hat on his head with the keys in his hand. “Aure, we will be gone until five, but we’ll be back before sundown. We need to make a trip to the store and visit a fellow neighbor. Will you be fine by yourself?” I shook your head, “yes, Nana. I have chores to finish anyways so I will be busy!” She rubbed my arm and they both trailed their way out the door into the pick-up truck. I stood at the door and waved them off watching the truck become a dot in the distance. I went back inside and rolled up my sleeves, it was time to get to work. I cleaned the living room, bathroom and all the bedrooms in no time. I made myself an early lunch and was officially done with all the chores around two p.m. and it would still be another three hours before they came back. I decided I would take advantage of this time alone and shift into my wolf form that way I could sleep all night. I went out back and stripped of my clothing and hid it behind a tree. I shifted with a crack and popping of my bones, but ended up in my natural state. The breeze dusted through my tawny fur and it was the most refreshing sensation. I happily ran a typically path I created chasing any small wild life in tease, rubbing my whole body on the fresh dirt and basked in the sun. It was paradise. I took a nap in the sun on a boulder that acted like a heating pad, but before I knew it the rock grew cold. I snapped awake to a starry sky and bid goodbye to the long-gone sun. I knew I had to make it home fast and change without anyone seeing me.

I ran. I ran as fast as my feet would take me back to the familiar cabin. Within a distant from the cabin I approached the typical tree where I hid my clothing besides, but I wasn’t alone. Papa held up my dress clearly panicked and looked around for you calling out my name. In the clearing of the tree he caught me in my wolf form standing a few trees away. I shifted back into my human form covering my naked body and called to him, “Papa, please. I can explain. I can ex-.” He threw the dress to the ground causing dust to fly up in a cloud. He didn’t let me finish my statement, he never would. He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to the front of the cabin where Nana was waiting. She was wide eye when she saw me naked and being dragged back. She ran up to me but Papa yelled at her, “Stay back, she’s one of them! The tramp!” I winced at his strong words. Nana was looking at me with pleading eyes, she was wishing what she heard wasn’t true. He threw me down to the floor like my dress earlier. My knees scrapped against the dry dirt and he left walking into the house. Nana came up to me and grabbed my shoulders, “please, Aure, tell me it’s not true. You’re our Aure, you can’t be one of them!” Tears streamed down my face silently and down to the dirt, I didn’t want them to find out this way. “Nana—,” I spoke to her softly grabbing her hand, but it was yanked away from me by Papa. “Get back from her! She doesn’t deserve our kindness. She’s no better than the dirt she sits on. She’s even worse than that. Her kind should all die!” I couldn’t hold my sobs back in anymore, his words stung.

He pulled Nana behind him and then brought up his rifle to my forehead. The cold metal barrel sat in between my eyes waiting. I stopped moving, everything seemed to go in slow motion. No, no, he wasn’t going to really shoot me, he was just trying to scare me. I scooted back on my legs away from his gun. Nana was shouting at him to stop and lower the rifle, but he just yelled over her with a ferocious roar to shut up. It was as if all life in the forest stopped, the trees weren’t swaying, no small animals moved, the wind was silent. I stared back at the stoutly man who raised the machinery to me. I slowly stood up, “Papa—!” He spat at my feet, “don’t call me any endearing terms mongrel.” I knew it was no use arguing with him anymore, but I had to get away. I had to live I made a promise to my father. I backed away slowly one baby step at a time and noticing his finger switch over to the trigger as he mounted the butt of the gun on his shoulder. The darkness all seemed to blend in as I turned around not facing my once temporary family anymore and took strides away from them. The first long step was successful, your hair was blown behind you from your fast pace. I felt my toes curl around the loose dirt with each step and releasing it along with every propulsion. The air was cold stung and dried out my throat as I huffed forward. I felt it before I heard the echo of the bang of gunfire. I held my breath upon impact as my knees skidded across the stale forest floor. Tears were rolling down my cheek, the bullet was logged in my thigh. I let out a scream that echoed enough to disturb the dead. I propped my hands in front of me and allowed the change to come over me. I had to keep going! I wasn’t dying here tonight, not tonight!

I shifted the best you could and kept thrusted off the ground running full speed. In the distant other rounds of gunshots rang out in my direction, but they became a faint echo the longer I kept going. I kept running, running for my life. The low hanging branches would graze against my side, but I didn’t want to stop. I climbed up a hill, crossed a river bank, and kept going until vision started blurring. The tall pine trees stood over me as I fell against one propping myself up. The pain was unbearable, I couldn’t even support my leg up anymore. I began limping with the leg raised but stopping at every other tree to rest.

Eleven, large grey wolves glided through the night. The sound of unison marching and panting broke the quiet night. Namjoon remained in the back while his father remained in front leading the pack. The males were out tonight monitoring the perimeter and answering the call to their wolf with the freedom to run. Namjoon remained in the back to keep track of the younger ones, not letting them deviate from the path. His father was the main alpha of the tribe, he was the Minister of Wolves. He eventually would have to take on that role also being an alpha. The hierarchy of wolfs were maintained in the blood lines and passed down through generations. Namjoon was a large, dark grey wolf that is larger than the others in his pack and the average werewolf. He was almost the spitting image of his father. The wolves ran and ran coming across nothing out of line, until they smelled me. Namjoon halted the group with a howl. He lifted his muzzle to the air and took in the scent of iron and an unfamiliar wolf. He looked towards his father and only two other betas followed him in his search. They crept and moved closer to the scent. About a quarter of a mile away, Namjoon saw the owner of the scent. I was leaning against the tree panting, sure these would be my last breathes. I finally registered that three other beings were in my area. I lifted my head to gaze at three large wolfs, the middle one was the largest. They were lowly growling in my direction. I wasn’t about to back down, even in the face of death. I shakily stood on my legs and facing their direction and changed my stance into a defensive one. I was challenging them, my rose gold eyes gleamed with anger. The largest one with bright red eyes stepped forward attempting to circle me, but I snapped and growled at him. His body language was telling me to back down and submit, but I wasn’t going to submit to anyone. When I felt he was getting too close I ran off. I didn’t get too far when I stumbled over my front paws when my hind leg gave out. I skidd across the floor in a loud yelp. The pain was too great, I had no other choice. I tried crawling away on my paws dragging my hind legs but I couldn’t gain any traction. The wolves came up behind me and the same red eyed one circled around to face my front and sat down in front of me. The others tried approaching but he just growled at them. He knew it when he first smelled it, he knew it when he got closer, and he knew it when he saw you. You were his mate.

In your tired state you still growled at him, but he wasn’t having it. He transformed into his human form and asked the others to warn his father of your presence. They left and I was left with a handsome, naked man. He came to crouch down next to me and spoke softly, “I need you to switch back. I can’t help you in this way. I won’t hurt you. I don’t know how much longer you’re going to live if you stay out here.” I didn’t want him touching me, but for some reason when he spoke to me it felt comforting. A type of safe I haven’t known in a very long time. I conceded and shifted back into my human form laying on my side. My vision was going in and out and eventually I couldn’t hear him anymore. Namjoon quick to react and picked you up bridal style avoiding your wound. He ran back to the pack covering up your chest by bringing you closer to him away from the prying eyes. His father nodded, and the pack continued forward. Namjoon ran back to the packhouse about a mile away. In between, he would take looks at you, his beautiful mate. He couldn’t make out much since it was so dark, but what he could his heart already was yours.

He made his way up to the oak tree where the whole pack hid their clothing in a container disguised as a rock. He slipped his pants on and his shirt over you. He ran through the back door of the packhouse and called for his grandmother, “Help! Please, help!”

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