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marvelobsessedteenager · 4 years ago

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All The Hurt - Chapter 5

Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!reader

Warnings: ANGST, Peter was an ass, reader is a hurt and petty bitch, fluff to make up for the angst, curse words, lots of “coincidences”

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: had to make this one short because the next one is hella long

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“Phew, all right,” you wheezed through fast pants as you finally reached the computer room, hand numb and aching from the dripping ice pack in your palm, “you need to explain to me what’s happening. Because- man, I’m out of shape.” You placed your hands on your hips and bent slightly for a moment, taking a huge gulp of air before marching over to Ned and giving him the pack, “I’m confused as fuck, Ned.”

One of his hands continued its work while the other reached out to grab the pack. His fingers continued to type away with speed you’d never seen before as he spoke, eyes never leaving the screen, "Okay, long story short, the day you were at the bodega-” you flinched, “-was the same day that bank was robbed using high tech weapons. Those weapons were part human and part alien, and were being created by a dude who has wings on his back. Peter found out that that guy is Liz’s dad, and now Peter’s going after him to stop him from selling even more weapons.”

He hissed as he placed the ice on his eye. You blinked, nodding once as you felt entranced by the layered codes on Ned’s screen. It was weird how you understood it and read them like they were normal words and letters. You mentally thanked your summer coding camp for the extra knowledge. "I..feel like there’s a lot more to the story than that but yeah, okay, I got it.”

A buzzing from your purse interrupted your entrancement. You shook your head and opened your purse, pulling out your vibrating phone.

Incoming call from..Flash.

You furrowed your eyebrows and rolled your eyes, taking a seat across from Ned and starting up your own computer, "Now’s really not a good time, E.”

"It’s not Flash, it’s Peter!” Peter practically screamed, making you wince from his panic-stricken voice and loud background noise that was filled with New York’s most obnoxious honks.

"Wha- did you steal Flash’s phone?” You asked incredulously, putting him on speaker while you typed away, hearing the same swift clicking coming from Ned’s side.

“No! I asked him for it!” He paused for a moment, “And his car!”

“What?!”

“You stole Flash’s car?” Ned asked, jaw-dropping and eye-widening in amazement, “Cool!”

“Yeah, it’s awesome, it’s awesome!”

"Peter! You’ve never driven before! How can you be driving?!” You scolded, suddenly feeling a twist in your gut at the thought of an accident due to his lack of experience in driving. Peter was never one to make impulsive decisions as dangerous as this. You guessed he changed over the months that passed.

"I know, this is a really big step for me and- ahhhhh! Get out of the way! Get out of the way!” Your hands froze in their place as you awaited a crash with a thundering heart, but it never came, which made you sigh in relief. The engine’s sound increased in volume as the car accelerated, but Peter’s voice was still louder, "I can’t see anything in this car!"

"Which car did you..borrow?” You asked, fingers returning back to work. You figured if you could help him, he’d get out of the vehicle at a much faster rate, and all you wanted to do was keep him safe and unharmed.

"How many does he own?” Peter asked in awe, honking the horn multiple times and screaming a couple of‘ move’s!

"Not important right now! What’s the logo of the car?"

"The four Olympic circle thingies."

"An Audi.” You said under your breath. Thank God, you thought, a car I'm familiar with, “Do you know how to turn the headlights on?

"No!"

"There’s a knob on the left of the steering wheel. Turn it clockwise.”

Peter repeated your instructions, and released a small laugh of victory, ”How’s Ned doing with Happy?”

“Uh,” You peeked over your screen, noticing beads of sweat form on Ned's forehead, even with the cool ice helping his eye, “Ned?”

"Getting to him..” He said, not paying you any attention.

"Have you found my phone yet?” Peter asked.

"Working on it, sit tight,” you replied, finally seeing a moving blue dot pop up on your screen, "He’s on Jackson Avenue and 48th Street."

“Perfect! And Happy?”

You once again awaited Ned’s answer, and worried when a distressed look flashed upon his face, “He hung up on me.” He frowned, "I’ll try again.”

You looked back down at your screen and realized that the blue dot had suddenly stopped moving. You squinted, “Hey, he stopped at 10th street and 43rd avenue in Brooklyn.”

"What? That makes no sense!"

"Welcome to my world,” you mumbled, hearing a small chuckle come from Ned before he focused on talking to Happy again.

“He said he was going out of town!” Peter explained, obviously having heard you, but it did nothing to diffuse your confusion. Why would Liz’s dad stop in Brooklyn when he said he was leaving?

"Weird..” You commented, rubbing your eyebrow as you started to feel the pressure. Jesus Christ, is this what Peter goes through?

“Dammit,” Ned muttered, catching your attention, "Happy sounded like he was catching a flight,” he said, “he mentioned something about taking off in nine minutes."

"What?” You and Peter simultaneously said, and you fought the butterflies that made their way to your stomach. Now’s not the time.

"He was surrounded by a bunch of boxes,” Ned clarified.

“Boxes?” Peter wondered out loud, and you were sure you could see his face as he put two and two together, "It’s moving day! It’s moving day, it’s moving day, he’s gonna rob that plane, I gotta stop him! Shit, I don’t know how to get the directions on this car.”

You jumped at the chance to help again, pleased that Peter finally had a destination to get to, "I’ve got his location, I’ll lead you.” You pulled up Flash’s location from the Find My Friends app, eyes jumping back and forth between your phone and the computer’s screen as you voiced the directions to Peter.

Peter’s foot pressed harder on the gas pedal, causing too much skidding, and you had to try your best to hold your tongue as to not to be a backseat driver. You wondered if you were in the position to berate Peter for impulsively stealing Flash’s possessions and driving recklessly. You found it amusing that the crime fighting Spider-Man had committed two crimes as of tonight.

"Slow down, there’s a right turn up ahead. You’re gonna take it.” You directed, just as Peter’s dot passed his exit, "Parker! Turn right, turn right!”

Peter screamed as the engine roared and the car skidded so loud you were barely able to hear his web shoot out. Your eyes widened in fear as you heard metal grinding against the concrete before coming to a halt with a harsh thump. Peter’s hasty breathing seemed match yours.

"Are you okay?!” You and Ned asked, your voice cracking and brain melting.

"I’m okay.” He breathed, making you drop your head in relief, shoulders easing up, "Just keep trying to get through to Happy.”

"It’s been an honor, Spider-Man.” Ned saluted, and you gave him a look of disapproval.

But then you both turned your heads at the piercing sound of high heels clicking in the hallways that were getting louder as the person headed in your direction. Ned’s face became as white as a sheet, surely matching yours.

'What do we do?' He mouthed, eyes rapidly bouncing back and forth between the door and you.

You bit your lip and glanced at the door before sighing and getting on your feet, “I’ll distract her,” You whispered, removing all traces from the computer, “keep calling Happy.”

Ned nodded in affirmation as you straightened out your dress and took a deep breath, cautiously opening the computer room’s door and stepping outside. Ms.Warren was peeping into the science lab across the computer room, and you took this as your chance to make it look like you were just making your way in.

She turned around and jumped, “Jesus!” She placed a hand on her chest, “What are you doing-“

She stepped closer and squinted at your figure in the dark, “Y/n,” she seethed.

She said your name with poison dancing on her tongue, causing a deep frown to settle between her eyebrows as she popped her hip and crossed her arms, "What are you doing here? There’s a dance, and you know it’s prohibited to be in this area.”

“I know, Ms.Warren,” you surpassed the urge to literally bite this woman’s head off and pretended to be vulnerable for a moment. You looked down at your feet, trying to conjure up an excuse that was easy to believe - Ms.Warren wasn’t exactly gullible, and wasn’t fond of you, either. Your reputation for causing trouble in her class cost you her trust, but you frankly couldn’t give a fuck. Plus, it was fun to mess around with her, what’s one more time?

“I just..” Your mind went blank as her eyes searched yours, a small glint of mischief shining in them. Oh, you bet she fantasized about the day she’d get you expelled from Midtown, but you weren’t ever going to let her see that day. So, you did what you always did when you got into trouble.

Play the absent parents' card.

“I just..I just w-wanted to call my dad. It’s quiet in here.” You said, faking your wobbly voice. No teacher liked it when they had to deal with crying students, especially those who hid the fact that they had no role models around them, like yourself. A look of confusion flashed in her eyes.

You were getting somewhere.

“It’s just..h-he’s been gone for so long, Ms. Warren, and I never see him. He called me tonight, and he never has before.” You fiddled with the ends of your hair, “What if he tells me he’s here? Here to see me? While I’m partying down t-there?” You sniffed for extra effect, somehow feeling your eyes swell with tears.

Weird.

You took a deep breath and looked at the ceiling to make it look like you were trying to hold yourself from falling apart, “I-I just wanted to call him,” you repeated, thickening your voice even more, “maybe he’ll apologize for never being there for me, especially after m-mom left us when I was ten.” You were almost impressed with yourself as you felt hot tears run down your face, traced with the mascara you applied before coming here.

In Ms.Warren’s shadow, you could tell her eyebrows were furrowed, and she was looking anywhere but you, clearly trying to choose between two options.

“I’ve never had a parent in my life.” You pushed, "No one taught me how to ride a bike, or swim, a-and I feel so left out because all the other kids have parents and I don’t!”

You grabbed onto her arms, looking her dead in the eye, “Please, please, just let me piece my life back together. Let me call him.”

For a moment, you swore you saw her demeanor soften. Just a moment where you felt like she understood you, not pitied you. But, just as quick as it came, it disappeared when she cleared her throat and looked around.

“Okay, okay.” She sighed, "But make it quick,” she stepped back from your grasp, ready to bolt, but you took the chance to make her slightly more uneasy.

What?

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, of course you were going to take it.

“Oh, thank you, thank you!” You sprung into her, arms folding around her tightly as she stiffened, clearly feeling uncomfortable about the affection you were displaying. You breathed in through your nose, hard, and nearly laughed when you felt her hands on your shoulders, trying to peel you off of her with a face of disgust.

“Don’t mention it, s-sweetie.” She said, discreetly rubbing her hands on her dress, "You better go now before your dad gets busy again.”

“You're right, you’re right."

And for your final act, you pretended to sniff and wipe your nose with your arm, catching Ms. Warrner’s eye twitch. She was known for being a massive germaphobe, which really only came in handy during her class - until now.

She cleared her throat once again, turned around, and marched down the hallway, practically running away from you until she was gone. You placed a hand over your mouth, muffling your giggles as you entered the computer room once again, slowly closing the door behind you.

“She’s gone?” Ned swiveled in his chair to face you, cracking a smile when you happily nodded and wiped at your face.

“How about you? What’d Happy say?” You walked over to him, running your eyes over the lengthy call history, which was mainly filled with declined calls from your side.

“Um,” Ned rubbed his arm in shame, “he cursed. A lot. And he..he blocked me,”

Your face dropped, hearing Ned sigh and imitating him.

“What do we do now?” Ned asked, desperate as ever.

You waited for a moment, feeling a lightbulb go off in your head as you rushed to the other side and opened your phone.

“Give me his number,” You said, dialing the number Ned voiced to you and putting him on speaker. You crossed your fingers and waited for him to pick up, each ring only causing you more anxiety.

“Yeah?” Happy said, sounding quite annoyed.

“Well, damn, you don’t sound like a Happy to me. You sound like a grumpy.” You rolled your eyes, immediately regretting what you said.

“Not this shit again,” He said angrily, and you were pretty sure he was going to hang up, making you panic all over again.

“Someone’s going to steal Mr. Stark’s shit!” You blurted, wincing when you heard nothing from the other line for a moment. You were going to check if he hung up on you when you heard a, “what?”

“T-the plane!” You exclaimed, "The plane with all of Tony’s stuff! There’s a guy who’s going to steal it and Parker’s going to stop him!”

“You know what? How about you tell Parker that he has some delusional, weird fr-“ His voice suddenly faded out, “Holy shit.” He breathed.

“What? What happened?”

"The plane just crashed.”

Your heart dropped to the feet as the color drained from your face, feeling the blood rushing through your ears and fear spiking in your chest. Somehow, somehow, you knew Peter was where the crash was, and you feared the worst possible outcome. You didn’t even hang up as you rounded the table, picked up your keys, and ran out the door.

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nyrandrea · 4 years ago

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Setting the Stage - Part 2

Here’s the next part, as promised! Last chapter was setting things up, now we get to the good stuff.

Summary: Gregory had always dreamed of going to Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizza Plex and meeting his heroes. But he somehow ends up getting more than he bargained for, and dreams start to turn into nightmares.

Link to Part 1 here!

Also available to read on A03 here!

Enjoy!

“How much farther now?”

Gregory flinched when those red eyes bore down on him as if to dare him to ask that question one more time.

“Not much!” Came the cheery reply, despite her glare.

An uncomfortable silence settled between them as Vanny continued to lead Gregory down an ill-lit tunnel, save for the tinny footsteps that echoed as they walked along the metal walkway.

She had said that the staff used this underpass as a quicker way of getting around the mall and that they would be at the Fazer Tag arena in no time, but they had been walking for what seemed like hours now.

A faint but vile odour of damp and rot clogged Gregory’s nose as he scrunched it up in disgust; the air was thick and soupy with wet must that seemed to stick to his lungs with every breath.

He stole a quick glance up at Vanny before immediately looking back down again in fear that she might catch his eye. She had been so excitable and nice to him before, but there was a different air about her now. More... reserved.

Turning back had crossed his mind once or twice, but given how tight her grip was, it didn’t seem like an option anymore.

He was really starting to regret this.

“Here we are!”

Gregory snapped out of his thoughts as they came up to what looked like a large elevator shaft with rusted doors that slowly creaked open when Vanny pressed a button. The boy swallowed and looked up at the bunny when she gave his hand a little squeeze.

He couldn’t tell if she was really smiling at him behind that large crooked grin, but he forced a smile back regardless.

It took a few moments but when the elevator finally started moving upwards, Gregory’s heart fluttered a little as he looked through the glass down towards the arena. It was quiet and empty, which made him wonder just how much time had really passed.

There was no sign of his mom either.

A sharp, high-pitched tone suddenly rang out as they made it to the VIP room. Gregory cringed and had to cover his ears but Vanny didn’t seem bothered at all as she silently took his hand again.

Pushing all his doubts to one side, Gregory beamed as he prepared himself to finally meet Glamrock Freddy. He had gone through a bunch of speeches in his head but they all sounded dumb as hell, so he opted for a more natural approach, not that that was going to be much better.

But there was still one thing he needed.

Just as he was about to ask Vanny to get his picture back, the doors slid open.

Gregory’s look of joy twisted into one of horror as he wasn’t greeted by Glamrock Freddy, but by four knocked out boys tied up on a sofa; the biggest one mumbling in his sleep.

Rob.

Before he could even register what was going on, Gregory was shoved to the ground with his arms forced back as Vanny dragged him towards the back.

“V-Vanny?!” The little boy yelped as she started tying his wrists together. “What are you-?!”

“Shhhhh...” she gently hummed as something sharp and metal barely pricked his throat. “I promise I’ll make this quick, okay? No need for tears, now.”

He hadn’t even noticed he’d been crying before she gently wiped the tears away with a tut-tut. The tall rabbit then set aside her knife – much to Gregory’s relief – and pulled out a small box with a familiar crescent moon on the cover.

“Told ya I’d get ‘em with Moondrop’s Sleepy-Time Candy!” she said, a hint of that cheerful tone creeping back in. “Though I’m not sure why kids would want sweets that would put them to sleep...”

“I-I thought the exact same thing...” Gregory weakly replied.

“Weird, right?”

“Totally...weird.”

He wasn’t even sure why he was having a conversation with this psycho, but desperation made him think that he could maybe appeal to her better nature.

There was a moment then, in which she appeared to be wistful as she tapped her finger against the box, almost as if she were carefully considering her next move. Gregory decided to jump at this chance.

“Please... p-please let me go.”

She stopped tapping and looked directly at him. He tried to look past those bulging crimson eyes and see her for what she actually was: a fellow human being. A person. With feelings. Like him.

With another tap, a white piece of candy dropped into the palm of her hand.

“Sorry, kiddo...”

His vision suddenly went dark as she grabbed onto his face and tried to force his mouth open. The little boy kicked, thrashed and even managed to bite her at one point. He couldn’t fight back the tears streaming down his face as she quickly managed to get the upper hand; by using hers to block the airways of his nose.

“Don’t fight it...!” She hissed. “It’ll be a lot less painful that way-!”

There was a sudden shriek as something pummeled her to the floor, and Gregory gasped for breath.

His eyes widened when they locked with Rob’s, who was lying on his side, still slightly dazed. Next to him, Vanny groaned and clutched her head.

Gregory took this fleeting moment and just about managed to slide his skinny wrists out of the loosely tied ropes before diving to Rob’s side and tried to undo the knots on his ankles first. His whole body screamed at him to run but he couldn’t just leave without trying to free the others.

“Awww...” came a sickly-sweet voice that made their blood run cold. “Are you two best buds now?”

Both boys looked up to see Vanny standing over them, her body oddly crooked as she brandished her knife.

“It’s amazing what can bring us together, huh?”

“Run!”

Rob’s shout spurred on Gregory’s legs as they propelled him forward, barely managing to dodge Vanny’s knife as she swiped at him, though she did manage to nick him on the cheek. As she tripped over Rob’s body and into the couch, Gregory used this valuable time to dash into the elevator and rapidly push the button, ignoring his guilty conscience pleading for him to go back.

As the door’s finally started closing, he mouthed “I’ll come back for you.” Though one look into Rob’s terrified eyes had told him that the older boy had already accepted his fate.

Gregory yelped and fell back as Vanny made one more plunge for him, screaming and howling in anger and despair when her knife clashed with metal as the doors sealed shut.

Stunned into silence, he could only stare ahead as the elevator slowly descended, not even flinching when that sharp chime announced his destination. The doors opened to the eerily quiet Fazer Tag arena, meaning that he must have pressed the wrong button, but that didn’t matter now.

Adrenaline was the only thing that managed to get his jellified legs to work as he managed to get himself up and out of the elevator before it was recalled.

Muffled footsteps invaded the stillness that hung around the arena like a cloak as Gregory quickly crept towards the neon archway that led to the reception desk. The little glimmer of hope that he held was dashed when he saw that it was empty.

Gregory’s heart sunk even further when he wandered out into the mall as he was greeted with nothing but a hush. The noise and laughter and music that had been blaring just hours before was painfully amiss, along with the brightness and warmth of the sun that beamed through the glass ceiling; now replaced with cold moonlight beams cutting through the dark.

“Mom...?” he couldn’t help but weakly croak out.

No answer.

“Mom!”

Despite the fact that it was likely that Vanny had heard him and was probably already tracking him down, Gregory shouted and pleaded and even screamed for his mother as he ran around the mall, each call becoming more and more desperate.

Why wasn’t she here? She should be here, kneeling and embracing him with open arms. Had she just left and forgotten about him? She wouldn’t do that. She couldn’t!

Hysterical and in tears, he somehow managed to loop back to where he had been before Vanny had taken him away. All the show rooms had their curtains drawn as the animatronics had likely been retired for the night.

Slowing to a stop in front of Glamrock Freddy’s room, Gregory sniffed and sat on the floor with his knees hugged up against his chest. He tried to take slow and deep breaths as he attempted to muddle through the fog in his brain for any kind of smart idea on how to survive through the rest of tonight.

“Gregory...”

A sharp pain jabbed up from under his ribs as he quickly got to his feet, spinning around to try and locate the source of Vanny’s voice as it echoed through the mall.

“Your friends are worried about you,” she said, tone disturbingly calm and soothing. “They’re here with me. Please come out...?”

Backing up against the drapes of Glamrock Freddy’s room, Gregory slipped behind them and into the darkness of the room, peeking through the slit for any sign of movement.

“Gregory,” she tried again. “I may have lost my temper earlier...but it was just a glitch...”

He gasped slightly as her voice started to distort, how was she even...?

“It won’t happen again.”

As soft footsteps grew closer and the shadow of a pair of tall ears materialized near the statue of Roxanne, Gregory slowly stepped back and let the gloominess of the room envelop him as he tried to control his erratic breathing.

“It’s been such a difficult day for all of us.”

Gregory could just about make out a small twinkle as her knife glinted in the moonlight.

“Why don’t you come out, and we can play a game together?”

Barely registering the stinging pain as tears ran down his face and through the small gash on his right cheek, he kept backing up until he hit something hard and metal.

“It won’t happen again.”

The little boy tried to cry out when he was suddenly yanked up by the collar of his shirt and shoved into a small, dark space. He was dazed for a moment before beads of sweat started to trail down his forehead as he felt around the four enclosed walls of his prison. It had a cold and almost plastic feel to it, and there wasn’t much room for maneuvering.

His throat felt like it was being squeezed as he choked and struggled to breathe.

“...It was just a glitch...”

She sounded so close now, the distortions in her voice seemed to reverberate through the cage he was in. He had to escape. Run away from this place. Look for a way to free Rob. Phone the police. Find his mom.

He had to get out now.

With trembling legs, Gregory tried to kick the walls down. He didn’t know what way was up or down but all he could do was kick. Kick. Kick!

“Gregory.”

Flinching at the different voice – deep as thunder but gentle like a breeze – the boy slowly ceased his kicking and let out sharp, shallow breaths.

W-was this...? It couldn’t be...

“Be still.”

A beat of silence followed.

“I think she’s found us.”

Gregory held his breath when he heard the curtains swing open and a flick of the switch as the lights buzzed to life. He could hear Vanny moving about the room, pausing every so often to look behind the arcade or the sofa. There was even a brief moment where he swore she had found him when he heard heavy breathing dead ahead. He grimaced as a light tapping of metal upon metal suddenly rung out within the hollow space.

Vanny made a sound of frustration before storming out, but Gregory didn’t dare breathe before he was sure she was gone.

He was probably starting to become blue in the face before his prison suddenly opened up. Without a moment’s hesitation, he tumbled out and landed ungracefully on his face, but he didn’t really care at this point. He was just glad to be out of the void.

There was a soft “Oh!” behind him before a pair of large metal hands carefully lifted him up from under the arms and held him steady. Staring ahead at a large blue lightning bolt upon a light brown chest, Gregory’s wide eyes slowly trailed up to see Glamrock Freddy staring right back down at him.

“Are you okay?” The animatronic asked.

The boy tried to swallow but his throat had dried up.

“I apologize for acting so abruptly,” he continued, taking off his hat and sheepishly shuffled it between his hands. “I didn’t know any other way to get you to safety before she came. But I didn’t mean to be quite so rough.”

“It’s...okay...” Gregory managed to rasp out, still not quite believing he was talking to the Glamrock Freddy. He would have been ecstatic if not for the dire situation.

“Thanks for...um...s-saving my life.”

The bear seemed to brighten up a bit at that as he put his hat back on and held out a hand.

“Well, it’s very nice to meet you, Gregory! I do wish we could have met under more...pleasant circumstances but here we are. My name is-”

“Glamrock Freddy, I know,” he interrupted, before quickly adding, “I’m...a big fan.”

Timidly, the boy took the robot’s hand, almost yelping when it was shaken rather vigorously.

“Always a pleasure to meet a fan!”

Vaguely reminded of when he met Vanny, Gregory berated himself for being so immediately trusting. But...this was Freddy. Surely the robots weren’t kidnapping kids too?

His eyes wandered up towards the chest compartment that he had been in just moments before. It was...quite an oddly specific function to have.

“How uh...how do you know my name?” Gregory asked, pulling his hand away a bit too quickly, though Freddy didn’t seem to mind.

“She was calling out for you.”

Alright. That was fair.

“Oh! And you also left this behind,” the robot said as he pulled out a piece of paper, smoothing out the creases before handing it over. “One of the stewards found it and brought it to me. It has your signature.”

Gregory took it and stared down at the colorful picture, snorting a little when he recognized it as his own. He should have known that those compliments from Vanny had been nothing but empty, honeyed words just to lure him into her trap. His own mother had warned him about such types of people.

The boy almost smiled at how downright stupid he was.

“I really like the cape,” Freddy suddenly said, making him wince. “The colors are so vibrant!”

Gregory wanted to thank him for stating the obvious but couldn’t find it in him to do so. Hours ago he would have been on cloud nine hearing such praise from his hero. Now they just seemed so...hollow and meaningless.

He frowned at the picture for a few more moments before something sharp poked him on the cheek, causing him to hiss in pain and scoot back.

Freddy also recoiled and withdrew his hand, looking guilty at having hurt the boy.

“You’re bleeding...”

Absently putting a hand to his cheek, he felt the wound that Vanny had inflicted on him earlier, and scowled when his fingers came back wet with fresh blood.

“Come with me.”

Gregory blinked in shock as the robot stood up to his full height and towered over him, realizing that he barely made it past his knee joint. He couldn’t help but feel just a tad bit intimidated.

Moving towards the back of the room, Freddy opened the metal door behind the stage curtains and made his way in. Suddenly feeling nervous at the prospect of being left alone, Gregory got up from the floor and hastily followed.

He was hit with that musty stench from the underground tunnels again, though here it wasn’t quite so strong. It was a basic room with a red carpet and brick and mortar walls with a few chairs and what seemed to be some kind of charging station – most likely for Freddy.

Gregory watched as the animatronic pulled out a red and white box from a cabinet and carried it over, opening it to reveal medical contents.

“This will sting,” Freddy stated as he knelt down and held out an antiseptic wipe. “Can you be brave?”

“I’m not five,” Gregory mumbled back, trying not to wince when the gash started to sting.

“How old are you then? If you don’t mind my asking.”

The boy narrowed his eyes slightly, still wondering if he should even be here instead of running for the hills. Though clearly that hadn’t exactly worked out the first time.

“...Eleven,” he eventually answered.

“Hm,” the bear hummed, as if mulling over something. “You’re very mature for your age.”

“T-Thanks.”

He wasn’t really sure if he was so mature as he had just been running around screaming and crying for his mother like a lost fawn while a psychopath was on the loose just ten minutes ago, but he didn’t argue.

“There, and we’re done!” Freddy said as he smoothed a band-aid over Gregory’s wound. “How does that feel?”

“Better, thanks,” the boy replied as he lightly touched it. “And thanks again for saving my life back there. If you hadn’t, she...she would have...”

His chest tightened up a little. Freddy refused to meet his eyes as he put the box away.

“Do...do you know her?” Gregory asked. “Her name’s Vanny and-”

“No,” Freddy cut in. “I have scanned her, and she does not come up on my database. She is not staff.”

It was that sentence that starkly reminded Gregory that he was really talking to a walking, talking machine. And that took a little bit of the magic away for him...

“Yet she has access to all areas of the complex,” Freddy continued, tilting his head with an almost baffled look. “It has confused myself and the others; her skulking everywhere.”

“The others?”

“Chica, Roxanne and Montgomery.”

“Monty,” Gregory corrected.

“Hm?”

“You call him Monty in the show.”

“Ah. Yes.”

Gregory frowned a little.

“But alas, we cannot do anything about her.”

“What uh...what do you mean?” Gregory asked, suddenly feeling his blood run a bit cold.

“It goes against our programming,” Freddy bluntly replied. “We cannot harm adults.”

“You can’t...ah...” was all he could say. That just pretty much blew all of his plans out of the water.

“We tried to warn the other staff members but they wouldn’t listen, and they had the gall to complain about fixing our mainframes-”

Freddy’s ramblings just turned into white noise as Gregory stared ahead; all those cool montages of him riding in the animatronic’s chest while he kicked Vanny’s ass and rescued Rob and the others was slowly becoming less and less likely.

It was only when a metal pair of fingers snapped in front of him that brought him crashing back down to reality.

“But...!” Gregory stammered as he tried to come up with a more plausible plan. “But even if you can’t hurt her, can’t you just carry me to the front door or something?”

“Gregory-”

“Or just take me to a phone so I can call the police! You know she’s kidnapped other kids, right?”

Freddy held up his hands in an attempt to calm him down. “I did not. But-”

“Rob’s the reason I even managed to get away, we have to go help him...!”

“Gregory.”

A heavy weight on his shoulders and Freddy’s tone finally got him to shut his mouth.

“I wish I could do all those things for you, but the fact of the matter is...I can’t.”

The boy raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“Myself and the others are confined to our rooms at night.”

“I’m...I’m sorry, confined? By what? The curtains?”

“Security protocols.”

“But I saw you wander around earlier!”

“We are allowed to during the day, but at night our security protocols-”

“I don’t care about your security whatever!” Gregory blurted out as quietly as he could. “There is a psycho dressed as a freaking rabbit out there who is trying to kill me right now!”

He tried to push away the hands on his shoulders but was unable to as Freddy looked down upon with a sympathetic frown – one that was strikingly akin to his mom’s.

“And she’s taken these other kids hostage a-and now I have to rescue them or she’ll kill them and I just...I just want...”

His vision suddenly blurred, and he struggled to hold the tears back as he furiously wiped them away, angry at himself for getting so worked up.

Gregory’s breath hitched when he felt himself being gently pressed up against Freddy’s chest, with one hand on his head and the other on his back, steadying him. He had seen the other kids getting hugs from the animatronics before, and while he had been envious, he couldn’t help but imagine it feeling cold and a little uncomfortable.

But it was nothing like that; instead, it was warm and inviting, and it was enough to open the floodgates for Gregory as he clung onto the robot.

“I just...want...my mom...”

They stayed like that for a while, with Gregory quietly sobbing as Freddy tried to console him, rubbing small circles along his back in a soothing motion and gently patting his head as the boy eventually managed to get it all out of his system.

“Gregory,” Freddy started, making him look up as he wiped his nose. “While it may go against my programming...” the animatronic paused for a moment before smiling down at him. “I will do my best to override it.”

“Really? You mean you’ll help me?”

“Yes. I will assist you in evading that ‘psycho’, as you put it – and get you out. To the best of my ability.”

Gregory smiled back, before adding, “And the others too? I can’t leave without them.”

“The... others too,” the bear reluctantly agreed.

Wiping away the last of his tears, he nodded gratefully, perking up when Freddy opened up his chest apartment and offered his hand as a step.

Climbing up and settling in, what had felt like a claustrophobic prison now felt like a safe haven from the dangers that awaited him out there.

“Oh, before I forget,” Freddy mulled as he re-entered the show room, bending down to pick up Gregory’s drawing. “Would you like to do the honors?”

Grinning from ear to ear, he leaned out and took the drawing and a small pin from Freddy, the robot keeping him steady as he stuck the drawing up with the others. He could feel himself swell up with pride in a fleeting moment that made him forget about the horrors that awaited him.

“Now,” Freddy started as he closed his chest compartment and peeked through the curtains to check if the coast was clear. “We may need some help. How would you like to meet the others?”

xxx

A wash of light flooded across the polished checkered floors and shone up towards the golden statue of Freddy as a woman entered through the security barriers. Brushing back her golden hair and securing her cap on, she sighed as she pulled out a photograph of a young boy with messy brown hair and a huge toothy grin.

His mother had been hysterical when she entered the security office, claiming that it had been her fault for leaving him and thinking that he wouldn’t just wander off. They had looked through the camera feed but given how busy this place was during the day, it was a needle in a haystack situation.

But now that it was empty, her job would begin. She had six hours.

“Alright Gregory...” Vanessa said, putting the photo into her pocket. “Let’s see if we can find you.”

xxx

And that’s the end! I’ve decided to leave the ending a bit vague because of the whole Vanny/Vanessa debate. I’d love to write more at this point but I’ll probably wait until the game comes out (hopefully soon!) Hope you enjoyed and let me know if you did!

#fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #glamrock freddy #fnaf gregory #fnaf vanny #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #my writing #fanfiction

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Moth to Flame

Chapter 11

Reader x OT7

► Vampire!AU

Smut/Porn With Some Plot

Warnings: Denied/Ruined Orgasms, Restraints, Vibrator, Tit-Fucking, Slight Male Receiving Oral...?, Abuse/Manipulation of Power, Crooked Power Dynamics, Slight Choking, Unprotected Vaginal Sex, Slight Bloodplay?, Degredation, Somewhat Dubious Consent/Hypnosis, Possessiveness, Vampires (Biting, Blood-Sucking, Reference to Death), Language

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↳ Summary: Robbed of your memories and intended as a birthday present for a deadly creature of the night, you unwittingly become the center of a territorial dispute between two covens of vampires. Tensions are rising and the brothers are getting hungry…

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the muse touched me inappropriately with this one, alright lads i apologize in advance lmao

The apartment is…

Unextraordinary.

You aren’t sure what you’re expecting as you’re lead up the stairs, through the plain, industrial doorframe and into the entrance hallway. But it isn’t what you’re met with. Somewhat cluttered with odd paraphernalia and boxes, but clean, and entirely unimpressive. The ceilings are low, the light fixtures scarce, and the floor is scuffed in places. You think to Jin’s house and it’s jarring, the difference between the two.

The boys file in ahead of you, Yoongi disappearing into the first door to your immediate left without raising his eyes from the floor. There’s a brief glance of the dark interior and mechanical lights before he shuts it behind himself. Hoseok and Namjoon both continue into the main area—a combination kitchen and living room—wherein Hoseok drifts towards the worn couch taking up the majority of the space. He drapes himself over it, resuming his hazed, relaxed stare into space.

“Don’t sit there too long,” Namjoon warns, tossing the keys into a bowl on the counter with a clink. They almost slide out and he moves to catch them, but the irregular sides convince the set back into the middle just as his fingers stretch out. It looks like someone’s art project, glazed weird colors and somewhat misshapen. It’s been broken, and then carefully glued back together, judged by the lines crisscrossing over the surface, the chipped edge. “You’ll get the couch moldly.”

Hoseok hums.

“So,” Namjoon continues, and you look to him as he addresses you. “This is it. Home sweet home.”

“It’s…” You start, hesitant, unsure of how to phrase what you’re thinking in a way that doesn’t sound...mean?

“It’s not Jin’s carnival house, but the rent is definitely cheaper,” His eyebrows raise with a dismissive look as he shirks his jacket and throws it at a nearby bar char.

“Carnival house?”

“Yeah.”

“Isn’t Jin’s house like…a mansion?”

Namjoon grins, his eyes squishing when his cheeks push upwards. Is there a joke you’re not getting?

“It’s an abandoned theme park hotel.”

“…what?”

“You really thought we could afford a mansion?”

“I—I didn’t really…think about it.”

He chuckles. “Yeah. We bought it ages ago. The park is condemned, but the hotel is fine. It never got big so the price on it wasn’t too bad after a couple lifetimes of saving up. Plus, you know. Abandoned. It was perfect for us.” His smile fades. He blinks, turning away quickly and busying himself with taking his shoes off. “When it was all of us.” He adds, quiet.

“You and Jin have history, right?” You jump on the chance to ask directly, “I keep hearing about it, bits and pieces. What—”

“So let me give you the tour,” Namjoon interrupts. He doesn’t look you in the eyes as he straightens, gesturing for you to follow him under the arch leading to the right. You decide you won’t push the matter, not when he has that kind of expression furrowing his brow. He’s not even the fun kind of upset.

The fun kind? What? You roll your eyes briefly, away from him so he doesn’t notice, banishing even just the beginning thought of whatever the ‘fun kind of upset’ is.

“Bathroom’s through here, all the way on the end.” He strides down the hallway and opens it as you trail after him. Just a regular bathroom, maybe half the size of the ones at Jin’s, toilet, sink, shower. There’s an odd kind of relief that you feel at noting that the shower is not, in fact, big enough to hold more than one person.

“And this is the other room.” He continues, leaning back out of the bathroom and opening the door to its left so that you can peer in. After a beat, he walks inside, arms wide as if showcasing it. The first thing that strikes you is that it doesn’t look fully moved into. Boxes, just like in the living room, shoved under the desk, set precariously on top of the nightstand. The bed covers are rumpled, but hastily pulled up in a semblance of order. And the second thing you notice is that there, on the overflowing bookshelf, you immediately spot a familiar face. A ceramic frog statue. He’s wearing a hat and brandishing a fishing pole. His painted eyes are slightly crossed.

“There’s only two bedrooms?” You ask after a moment, looking away from the strange creature. “For all three of you?”

Namjoon shrugs, reaching to scratch at the back of his neck, lips pursing. “We don’t usually sleep at the same times, so we kind of all have an agreement. We all need space sometimes, but we usually use the other room for that. It’s got a computer.”

“That doesn’t bother you?”

“We make do.”

You make a sympathetic noise. Something sparks in you, something more understanding than you expected. Like dorm rooms. It reminds you of your dorm room at university. It always felt so crowded, and the privacy was…

Namjoon steps forward and your half-memory dissolves in on itself as he doesn’t stop moving, crowding you against the wall. You try to be indignant that he’d wreck another of your rare returning memories but the look he gives you makes you hesitate.

“Do you have a minute?” he asks. His eyes are completely unreadable, but his tone strikes below your belt and you have to fight the urge to squeeze your thighs together.

“I can check my schedule,” you squeak. You clear your throat, but it doesn’t help.

“Cute.” He doesn’t look amused. “I’d like to talk to you about the way you talked to me in the car earlier.”

“I don’t think I’d like to talk about that right now.”

“Somewhere better to be?” His voice is so low.

“Anywhere?” You offer, shrinking at the embers in his expression.

“You disrespected me. In front of my coven.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“You shouldn’t have asked it.”

Momentarily, the spell breaks, from the sheer audacity of him and your knee-jerk reaction that rises to spill from behind your teeth. You frown, shifting back so that you can look at him properly, the back of your head resting against the wall.

“That’s really fucking unfair.”

Satisfaction claims your chest when it’s his turn to balk, his face turning incredulous, lips parting, brows raising. His head cocks, as if to consider his reply, and you take the respite to continue.

“You can’t tell me I’m a slut one minute and then beg your comrade not to brainwash me the next. It’s not fucking fair. You can’t have it both ways.”

“You have a real mouth on you when you’re awake.”

You surge forward, pressing a triumphant finger into his chest and ignoring how muscular the swell of it is. “You see? There you go again. ‘When I’m awake’.”

“I’m not going to give you a lot of warnings.”

“Answer my question.”

Namjoon stares down at you. You stare up. Finally, he blinks, wrapping one large hand around your knuckles and pulling your finger off of him.

“It’s complicated.”

“It’s bullshit, Namjoon.”

“I’m not wrong,” he continues to argue, but he’s still holding your hand by your side, distracted. “Haze can’t put you in danger—“

“That is also bullshit—“

“—That you don’t ask for. I notice you didn’t tell anyone to stop in the diner. I gave you plenty of opportunity to.”

You hesitate, and he reclaims the space you took when you stepped forward, crowding you again.

“You didn’t tell Hoseok to stop in the car. You didn’t run away from Jin’s.”

“I…I was hazed—“ You’re faltering and he picks up on it way too quickly.

“Right as you almost jumped out his window.”

You search his eyes, looking for your out. Your argument. You don’t find it. It’s hard to keep tabs on it when he’s staring at you like that, the surface of your skin prickling with phantom touches, wish fulfillment and dark desires stirring inside you. His expression clouds back over, head craning so that you can feel his breath on your cheek, hear his rumble in your ear.

“So you hesitated.”

“…I’m not—“

“And I’m not judging. I like sluts.”

“…f-fuck you.”

His hand snatches your chin and forces it up, daring you to meet his gaze again. A humorless smirk is growing at the corners of his mouth as he regards you dismissively and it sends dangerous thrills skittering down your frame.

“Only if you begged.”

Fuck him. Fuck him. But his teeth peeking out from behind his plush lips has part of you thinking of kisses and bites—god, especially bites. Your throat has gone dry. His fingers at your chin, so close to the mark he made on your neck, what feels like so long ago. It’s so easy to be mad at him, to be angry with his excuses and rhetoric, his fucking high horse, but the way he watches you tremble with rage is just that little bit off from calculating.

He’s getting off on this. And it sucks that you are too.

You rip your hand away from him, pressing forward with a sudden rush of adrenaline, shoving at his chest. He barely moves, only staggering back briefly, but it’s enough for you to turn on your heel and rush for the door. One step, all of your weight behind it, mind reeling, making a beeline for the hallway. Your thoughts spin dizzingly, fingers reaching for the handle, rush down through the door, you can make it. You can make it.

You know that you won’t.

Iron circling around your waist, your momentum carrying you into the warmth, the unyielding muscle of his arm, effortlessly swinging you around, and your feet leave the ground entirely, the world tilting, soft mattress and blankets cushioning your less-than-graceful fall, legs akimbo, tangled in the hoodie, world darkening when he blocks out the light above you, and you screech, smothered by soft skin, heat, lips pressing into yours bruisingly. Your fingers scrabble for his hair, coiling in the damp strands, wrapping it around your knuckles, tugging rough when his tongue licks into the cavern of your mouth, smothering you, filling you with his scent and his taste.

His kiss is nothing like Yoongi’s. There’s no tenderness, not soft touches. It almost hurts, the way he drags his teeth against you, sucks harshly, pushes you down into the cushion. He’s pinning you, to command your movements to a halt even as you squirm, raking down the front of his own hoodie to knead at your breast, pinch and tug mercilessly. He ruts against you like an animal in heat. And as he growls, you’re hissing, snarling, rutting back, biting and roiling with him, impatient and angry and hot.

He breaks for breath first, with a groan deep in his chest, dragging his tongue across your bruised lips as you pant.

“Are you hazed right now?” he growls through his teeth, calloused palm slipping to your neck. He squeezes, sharp, and when you gasp throatily, he eases off but only just. “Hmm? Are you hazed right now?” he repeats, low, grinding his crotch against your center. The hoodie rides up over your thighs, and the rough fabric chafes against your pussy as you buck away from the sensation. “You’re so fucking wet, think I didn’t notice? Tell me again.”

“I’m not a slut,” you spit.

He laughs, and you could tear it out of his throat. “Good girl.”

“Would it even matter if I told you to stop? Would you?” you bite, wrapping one leg around his midsection to pull him closer, and you don’t know now if the dark patch forming on his jeans is you or him.

“Is that what you want?” Namjoon nips at your lip a little too hard, pulling it with him, and it makes you arch. “You want me to stop?”

“No.” You answer a little too quickly, tugging at his shirt, desperate to pull it off him, but he doesn’t comply and only hovers, nosing into your neck as he thrusts against you. You settle for clawing up his sides under the fabric of his shirt, feeling at the muscle there, trailing up his ribs.

“What do you want, then? Hmm?”

A huff leaves you, turning into a whimper when he bites teasingly at your jaw.

“You want my fingers again?” Long, searching digits trace the bottom of the hoodie, pushing it up and away from your lower half entirely, and you can feel them ghosting against your belly, resting to hold your hips to the bed. You have to swallow down by force the plea that nearly escapes you.

“My tongue? You want me to lick you up?” Hot wetness, licking a stripe to your clavicle, dipping inside the hollow of your throat, swirling. You shudder, trying to shove him closer, but he resists with a deft movement.

“My cock?” It drips from his mouth so heavily, so thick with promise. His hips move to punctuate his words, digging into your pelvis, and you can feel him. He’s so hard, and the outline of his member snatches the air out of your lungs. “You want me to stuff your greedy cunt full of my cum?”

He chuckles again and it’s breathless, as if taking him by surprise. “You’re so greedy.” He leans back to better survey your flushed face.

“Yes.” You hiss, through gritted teeth.

“Yes what.”

“Yes, sir. Yes, sir, I want your cock. I want your fingers and your tongue. I want everything you can give me because I’m greedy. Please, sir.” You growl. The storm building in your head, in your cunt, is so loud you can’t think but for the pounding of your heart, the absent clenching around nothing. You need him to touch you, kiss you, bite you.

He barks another laugh, nose scrunching, shoulders quaking.

“Better. I like it. But,” he tsks and cocks his head, heavily lidded eyes casting over you. “No. No, you don’t deserve it yet.”

You whine, hips bucking up underneath him, brows pulling together with pure frustration. He pushes you back down, sliding ontop of you again, crushing the air out of your chest, chasing your lips so that when he speaks again you can taste his breath, can feel his plush mouth brushing yours.

“You have to earn my cock, baby. Are you ready to do that? Are you ready to be good for me?”

Briefly, you almost go back to swearing at him. But you break easily when his hips shift, humping, dragging his obvious erection against your drenched core with a delicious mixture of too much and not enough, insistent, smooth.

“Yes,” you chatter. “Yes, fuck, please, just—“

Namjoon smirks toothily. Flicks his eyebrow up and suddenly sits back up, crawling off of you. The light hanging from the ceiling, past him, blinds you momentarily and you shield your eyes with a grimace. The bed creaks and shifts as his weight moves, and finally springs back when it’s just you left on it. But he’s not gone for too long.

You’re still blinking away the harshness from your eyelids when you feel a warm, calloused palm collecting your wrist. Metal. Cold, unmalleable, setting in place with a click. He lets go, and your hand hangs above your head, pulled short by the bite of the metal. Blearily, confused, you tug at it curiously as he takes your other hand.

Handcuffs.

Click.

Adrenaline shoots through your chest and you’re struggling upwards, but it’s no use, the son of a bitch has handcuffed you to the headboard and no matter how violently you twist, grasping the chain, kick out and bounce on the mattress, there’s no give and you remain stuck in place, your hands suspended above you.

“N-Namjoon, wait, wai—what, fuck, pl—you—“ you’re babbling, incoherent, flailing. But the slick between your thighs only grows with the thought that now, now you don’t have any choice but to obey him. Like hazing, but completely, painfully, awake. Warmth grows in your belly and fills your limbs with electricity.

He’s pressing your legs back down to the bed, scooting forward to pin you again, his hand travelling to your hair, petting it away from your face, caressing your jaw, your neck, as he shushes you playfully.

“Shh, baby,” he coos. You hazard a glance up at him, chest heaving, but he looks so incredibly pleased with himself that arousal shoots straight to your cunt at the absent, hungry smile curving his lips. “Shh. You want to be good, right?”

“I’ll be good, I—Namjoon, you don’t have to do this.”

“I believe you, baby. You’re gonna be so good for me. But you have to be quiet.”

“I—“

“We don’t want to wake Hobi up, do we? And Yoongi…” He flicks a conspiratorial glance at the door, licks his lips nervously. “It’s probably not a good idea to scream for Yoongi. Right? We can agree on that.”

“I-it, this, this is dangerous, Namjoon,” you try to reason, halfway convinced yourself, but the attempted direness in your gaze is only met with a steady, predatory stare. “You know this is dangerous. I-I can’t even defend myself like this.”

“Apparently, you can’t defend yourself anyways,” he interrupts, brows raising. “That’s what you keep telling me.”

“N—“ Fingertips travelling from your face downwards, past the hoodie, finally, finally, find themselves between your thighs and you lose your train of thought as you feel them slip through your folds.

Namjoon huffs thoughtfully, blinking, looking back to you with his eyes hooded just as he circles your clit. “Fuck, you’re flooded. No wonder you’re so desperate.”

You can’t think of anything but the stroke of his fingers, the way he parts your lips, the drag against your electrified clit, your hips itching to follow him, but he doesn’t let you, forcing you to lay and take whatever he gives you. Seemingly content to rub and caress, as if only to familiarize himself with your most intimate parts. You’re gasping like a fish out of water, pulling absently at your wrists in time with the pleasure that shudders through you every time he so much as twitches his fingertips.

“Here’s what I’ll do for you. You’ll behave yourself, right? And if you’re good, I’ll forgive you. Good girls get what they want. Everyone wins.”

“P-please,” you’re begging with every other breath that leaves you but he only shushes you again, quiet.

“Greedy, greedy girl,” he pulls the words through his teeth. “I told you to stay away from Jin’s boys, didn’t I?”

“N-Namjoon—“

“Didn’t I?”

“Yes…”

“And you fucked all of them anyways. All of them.”

“I…” Your eyes threaten to roll back, but that stubborn streak alights in you once more and even as you clasp your thighs together, trying to trap his hand there, you’re talking back, petulant. “I was hazed.”

“That again.” Despite your best efforts, he yanks his hand out from between your legs, expression stormy. “Are you hazed now?”

Fuck, you wish.

“No,” you seethe.

“Would you fuck them now?”

You don’t answer fast enough, and he grabs your chin again, pressing your lips into a pout. He watches, mesmerized, brow furrowed, as he forces one, two of his fingers past your lips and flat against your tongue. You taste your own arousal and shiver around him.

“Would you fuck them now?” he repeats, slow.

Your cunt leaks, leaving you sticky and cold where it’s drying, too wet and too wanting where it’s still hot. Your wrists already have begun to ache. The mark at your chest flares at the thought of taking their fangs again, your throat aches with the memory of Taehyung sliding down it. How perfectly Jungkook and Jimin fucked into you. You whine, strung out by this game he’s playing, but nod. You would. God, you would.

Namjoon grunts. “Yeah. I know you would.” He releases your face, trailing an embarrassingly long line of spittle that stretches and breaks into nothing. He leans over to the side, and you hear the pull of a wooden drawer. When he comes back up, he has a small device with him. It’s unremarkable, smooth and long as his hand, but for the bright pink color. His hand disappears back between your legs and you jolt at the unfamiliar sensation of the object rubbing against the insides of your thighs, circling over your pussy lips, slipping between them to stroke down past your clit.

You hear a click, and suddenly it springs to life and you have to bite your lips hard to stop the moan that escapes you when you feel it jittering against your clit.

“We’ll borrow this,” he continues as he traces your labia with the vibrator, sending shockwaves up your spine with every nerve he nudges, “I bet Yoongi won’t mind too much.”

When he slips it down, it sheathes easily, too easily, inside of you, and your back arches at the subtle pulse that resonates in your wetness. You keen, and he hurriedly claps a hand over your mouth to cut off the worst of it.

“Have to do something about that…” he mumbles. You hear him digging around in a drawer again, but you’re bucking, thrusting towards the vibrations teasing your pussy from the inside, enough to tickle and arouse but not enough to take you to the edge. Your eyes water, and even muffled, you’re whining with every breath you take, unable to stop. His hand slides from your mouth, replaced with something soft. You look down in confusion as he pushes cotton past your teeth, encouraging your jaw open just enough to keep your noise low, muffled by the fabric.

“It’s clean,” He assures you quickly. “Can you breathe?”

Breathe…? You can’t think. The thrumming from the vibrator fills you up, snakes out through your veins and reverberates in your limbs, taking you so close and leaving you there at the mercy of something that doesn’t, can’t care how much you need, how much you want. Your hips rock, trying to soothe the feeling, trying to gain some traction, some relief, but all it does it nudge it against the crevices inside you, presses it from one overstimulated area to another.

A sharp slap lands directly on your clit and you scream at the cruel pleasure that shatters through you, garbled by the fabric locked in your jaw, arching and thrashing.

“I asked you a question,” Namjoon pulls your attention back to him, and you can only whimper, going limp, staring at his form through the tears blurring your vision. “Can you breathe?”

You whine, but nod jerkily.

“Good.”

The vibrator moves, pulled smoothly outwards and you twitch, relieved it’s being removed, disappointed it’s being removed, but it fucks back into you, slowly presses harder, deeper. You moan around your gag, jolting at the hand that forces your hip down again, stops you from roiling and curling as he slips it out and back in again, each time angling it against your clit as it comes and pressing it as far in as you can take it, the vibrations curling around the base of your spine.

“You’re so wet,” he mumbles, thick, barely heard above your stifled cries. “You’re making such a mess. These sheets are going to smell like greedy pussy forever now. Stained. No amount of washing will clean that off.”

Your eyes roll back, hands clenching, ears full of the sound of your wet cunt, the low buzzing of the toy, your own mewling. You can’t move but for twitching your extremities, toes curling, occasionally jerking away, but held in place.

The toy sinks in again, gliding in as deep as you’ll allow, jiggles firmly as if to make sure it won’t slip out, and stays there, pulsating against your walls. The hand at your hip leaves, returning at your hairline. You meet Namjoon’s eyes, blinking through the tears gathering in yours, and it hurts, it hurts, the expression he’s wearing now as he strokes your temple.

Quiet adoration, almost. Proud. Kind and warm. You hate it. You hate it. You wish he would kiss you. You wish he would fuck you. Sink his fucking teeth into your skin. You drool around fabric and arch towards him, keening. He watches you and his smile grows.

“You wanna cum, baby?” he mumbles.

You nod fervently, body trying to press to him.

He leans up to brush his lips against your forehead in the gentlest of kisses. After a beat, he cranes away, and you almost cry in disappointment as he backs up and slides off the bed. You watch him stand, pulling at your restraints helplessly and whining, rolling at the vibrator that still thrums inside you.

“Then go ahead,” he says gently, and you sob. “I’ll be back.”

He reaches for you again, and you’re pressing your head into his hand like a deprived animal, nuzzling into his palm, trying to encourage him closer.

“Be good for me,” he adds, quiet. “If you’re good for me, I’ll forgive you. Okay?”

You catch an eyeful of his crotch when he bends to gift you another kiss at the top of your head. He’s rock hard, straining, hand at his side absently rubbing down his front, striving for relief. You don’t understand. You don’t understand. Why doesn’t he just fuck you? You need it, you want it, you’ll be good, you’re so good, you want it inside you, you need his cock, not this unfeeling toy that teases and shakes. Your blubbering is completely unintelligible, mutilated by saliva and cotton.

He only chuckles. He straightens, casts a long, long look over your prone body, pulling his plush bottom lip through his teeth. He turns. You whine. He goes to the door, opens it, and walks through it quickly, as if he can’t afford to hesitate.

You’re alone.

The buzzing is so loud, you can feel it, taste it on the back of your tongue, your pussy so fucking wet and untouched in the ways you need, aching, teased to the brink and unallowed over the edge. You huff, whine, cry, arch and tug at your handcuffs, but nothing offers you any relief. Your legs kick out, bouncing on the bed, but you can’t even coax the vibrator out of you, only managing to jostle it from one side to another.

You writhe, panting, chest heaving, but it’s no use. Pleasure creeps up through your body, coiling in your gut, fizzling out in your limbs, setting your fingers and toes on fire, coaxing you to curl, but the release never comes even as you keen and moan and cry, fat tears of overstimulation oozing out from the corners of your eyes.

You don’t know how long you twitch and buck, sweating against the damp sheets, pressing your thighs together, rattling your chains, moaning and shrieking past the cotton, coming to the edge of pleasure only to feel it slip back away with a pang of disappointment. Your arms ache. Your jaw aches. You cunt aches and blazes, and all you can think of is kisses and teeth and bites and cock. Hands across your tits, the way Jin felt inside of you, the way Taehyung stroked his own cock, Jimin shuddering under your hands, Jungkook pounding you into the mattress. Yoongi’s lips against your core, Hoseok’s member between your fingers, his voice at your ear.

A shape moves at the edge of the room and you look up, startled, hope and desire flooding your chest. You try to blink away your tears, but your vision is so blurry, it’s so hard to see, is it Namjoon? Is he back? You twist invitingly, humming, too drunk on the sudden euphoria, the hope, that washes over you, to realize you didn’t even notice the door opening. The light from the hallway siphons out with a click as he door closes again, and you blink again, sharply, able to make out your companion as he turns around. Your stomach plummets into your pussy.

It isn’t Namjoon. It’s Hoseok. And the way he looks over you, appraises your every twitch, deftly unbuttons his jeans, tells you that the haze is gone. He smirks, wide, trailing two fingers over the outline of his dick, your eyes snapping to follow the movement, hunger flaring between your legs and up through your throat. You moan, desperate.

“Hello,” he greets lowly. “You look busy.”

He skirts around the bed, crawls onto it, and all thoughts of self-preservation have fled your mind because you’re trying to push towards him as he slides over, watching you bounce with amused hunger coiling about his lips. He licks his teeth, his grin widening even more, pushing his eyes into crescents. His hand at your flank has your back bowing with the warmth, the rush of heat that answers inside you.

“I told him you could take it,” he cackles, hushed. “Look at you.”

Fingers trail from your hip to your pussy lips, flicking through the arousal that flows freely, rubbing it against your inner thighs and bumping your clit to watch you jump, exhausted but wired.

“Yoongi’s vibrator,” he hums. “He’ll want that back.”

Your stare burns holes in his underwear as he slips his hand inside, pulling his dick out and stroking once, twice, lazy. Even with his fluid motions, you can tell he’s more excited than he lets on, his catching breath and purpled head giving him away.

“He’ll want it back,” he repeats, shuffling closer. Fire bursts in your belly and you rattle at your chains, huffing through the fabric. “But I bet he’d appreciate it more if you didn’t clean it first.”

He giggles again at your expression when he scoots again, pulling his pants off and then his underwear, tossing both over the edge of the bed.

“I won’t stay for long,” he says. “I’m being bad. Naughty Hobi. I knew you were gonna be in here. I thought you could help me with this.” he punctuates his offer with a slick-sounding tug at his cock, visibly pleased at the craving in your eyes. “I’ll help you, too. We can help each other.” He licks at his lips again. “Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Your neck cracks from disuse when you nod fiercely, whining through your nose.

“I’m gonna take the sock out of your mouth,” he adds. “But you have to stay quiet. Can you do that for me? Can you do that for Hobi?”

You nod again, looking at him beseechingly.

The fabric between your teeth is tugged, once, twice, and finally your jaw relinquishes it from your mouth, and you can feel how soaked, heavy, with saliva it is as he takes it away and places it somewhere behind your line of sight. Your jaw hurts when it’s finally allowed to resume its proper place but it’s nothing compared to the way your cunt flares, your legs opening shamelessly to coax him between them, trying to rub the inside of your knee against the outside of his, pelvis rolling up, hands clenching and unclenching.

“Please, please, please,” you croak, hoarse, words sticking in your throat from how roughly you’re trying to get them out. “Please, fuck me, please touch me, please—“

“Shh,” he interrupts, sliding closer, so his hot breath ghosts over your chest, over the hoodie hiding your painfully hard tits, curving his palm around his cock and continuing to pump, but you can’t help the whine that crawls out of you.

“—please, Hobi, please fuck me, I can’t—“ You try to adopt his nickname, but his free hand snakes out and coils long fingers around your throat, choking off your pleas. Your eyes roll as he starves your oxygen from your lungs, but his thumb is brushing the bitemark at your neck and it’s getting you closer than you’ve been with just the vibrator, you can almost feel it as it throbs under his touch, and even though he’s taken your ability to speak, you beg him soundlessly to continue as your orgasm threatens to finally, finally overtake you, legs going into spasm. Your entire body feels fuzzy, shaky, rushing up from your toes and cresting over the top of your head. Your vision starts to darken around the edges, but you’re so close, so close—

And he lets go, hand dislodging violently to clasp around your mouth to muffle the disappointed cries and choking noises pulled from your chest.

“I told you to be quiet,” he hums low, harsh. His smile has disappeared. “Are you going to listen or do I need to leave?”

You shake your head, trying fiercely to repress the hiccupping coughs until they subside, slowly.

“You want me to fuck you?” he says after a quiet beat, the playful tone sneaking back into his voice.

“Please,” you murmur as if in prayer, hushed, cracked and strained. “Please, it hurts.”

Hoseok’s grin returns.

“Your tits are so pretty,” he crows, and his hand ghosting over your breasts almost forces you to shriek again, your legs trembling as the vibrator continues its cruel torture inside you. “I’d love to see my cock between them.”

You sob. “No, no, please, H-Hobi, please, I can’t—“

“Let me fuck your pretty tits, pretty girl,” he interrupts, heavy. “Let me slide between those perfect little tits, and I’ll think about stuffing your cunt.” He sidles up again and you huff a disappointed whine when he officially moves past your legs, straddling your waist. His legs, thin but strong, radiate heat, and when he flicks his dick against the top of your ribs, it leaves a trail of precum that oozes from his tip to the hoodie, leaving a dark patch.

Finally, you nod.

“Yeah?” he coos, shifting to grab the edges of the fabric, shuffling it upwards to reveal your chest to him. You shiver at the cold air, but he’s already brushing his warm hands over them appraisingly, slipping his hard cock in the valley between the mounds, hissing at the softness of your skin. “Yeah?” he repeats, low.

“Yes,” you whimper, “Yes, please, yeah.”

“Mm, yeah.” His cock slides against you, eased by the way he leaks all over your skin. He gathers a tit in each hand, pushing them to the center, so he can properly fuck between them, his head briefly throwing back with a sinful groan. “Yeah, just like that.”

You bend your neck to lick at his tip when it emerges, hungry, desperate, and he grunts in appreciation, shifting his pelvis to encourage you to lave at more of his velvety head over the bunched up sweater. The bitterness of his precum lays thick on your tongue but you can’t get enough of it.

“Fuck, just like that,” he chuckles, “Yeah, just like that, fuck that’s so filthy. Such a filthy little girl. You like that?”

You whine in the affirmative, trying to quell the itching in your arms to pull him closer, the neediness in your legs that wishes you could feel the supple motion of his thrusts inside you, but he said he would, he said he would, and you try to keep that in your hopes even as the vibrator brings you again to the precipice and fizzles out in your limbs.

His pace quickens, his breath coming harsher, pressing your tits closer, harder, fucking into them smoothly, sharply, quick and intent.

“Fuck, yeah, fuck, yes,” he encourages sloppily, hair hanging over his face when his neck bends, but you can still make out the flash of teeth as he bears them in a grin and grunts, rutting against you.

His breath catches, his hips stutter, and suddenly he stills, cock pulsing, and paints your chest in warmth, white spurts draining, leaking from the tip. He curses quietly, drawn-out and feral. You shift, uncomfortable, as the mess oozes off your chest, leaks into the sheets beneath you, his pants and the steady hum of the vibrator the only sounds in the entire world.

“Ahh, such nice tits,” he grunts appreciatively, tweaking your nipple and you jump towards it, twitching. “Clean it off for me, pretty girl.”

Obediently, you lick at as much of him as you can reach in your awkward position, slurping, twisting your tongue around his softening cock, tasting the salt of his cum. Satisfied with your work, he lifts his hips off you and swings his leg around, dismounting from the bed swiftly.

His hand disappears around you as he bends and your hips rise in reflex, but he retrieves the sock from behind your line of sight and you cry out in dismay.

“Y-you said,” you whine, struggling, but it’s of no use, he raises his knee to pin you down in the center of your chest and even as you thrash your head side to side, he’s collecting your face between his fingers, pressing the spit-soaked fabric back to your mouth. “You—mmph”

“I said I’d think about it,” he interrupts, chuckling deeply. He sits back to inspect the mess he’s made of you, eyebrows raising, devilish smirk growing. Your shoulders tremble as you shake in earnest, disappointment claiming your throat and pushing fresh tears from your eyes.

“And I did.”

He casts another approving look down your breasts, raising his knee. He shuffles, pulling up his underwear, tugging his pants back on. You slump. You’re defeated, sore, aching, and pathetically upset. And still the vibrator shakes cruelly inside you, keeping you wet and wanting.

Fingers curl around your jaw and angle it to face him. Hoseok pouts mockingly as you stare.

“Don’t cry, pretty thing,” he soothes, “I’ll fuck you for real later.” He rubs his thumb over your lower lip, gaze turning mildly thoughtful. “I’ll fuck you real good later.”

He pauses. His grin returns in full force, baring his teeth and he shakes your face playfully, raising his brows comically.

“Cheer up!” He croons in a childish voice.

He pats your cheek before straightening. He turns to the door and opens it just enough to poke his head around—looking to the left, then right before finally stepping through and closing it quietly, stealthily, behind himself.

Again, you’re left in the room all alone. You can’t believe you believed him. Hurt wells inside of you and escapes in the form of tears, knotting in your throat. You try again, futilely, to rub your thighs together, but it doesn’t help. Nothing helps. You sob.

You were almost there. Fuck him, but he almost had you, when he was pressing on your windpipe. You would’ve let him wrap his hands around your neck and squeeze until you passed out so long as he kept the pressure on that scab that made you see stars. The bitemarks. You blink.

When Hoseok choked you, that was what almost did it. It was the bitemarks.

You grab the chains, adrenaline flooding your limbs at the fevered thought of forcing your own release, mind overrun with the need to orgasm, the need to finally reach that peak. Your legs are jelly, scrambled, impossible to maneuver, but somehow you manage to flip over, wincing at the sticky, wet mess on the sheets beneath you as you shift.

But now that you’re belly-down, you can pull yourself up just that little bit, the fresh wound on your chest grazing against the hem of the hoodie. You almost shriek in triumph at the pleasure that washes through you, commands your legs to convulse. It’s hard going. It’s awkward, and Hoseok’s cum is drying on your chest, into the fabric, but you manage to get into a strange, humping, swaying rhythm, rocking against the mark. Every time you press it, you feel another surge of endorphins, you remember the way they fucked you, made everything good and bright and perfect. You’re whimpering and cursing around your gag, but it’s working, fuck, it’s working, and you’re climbing those familiar heights, mounting with every twitch and every burst, singularly-minded. You’re panting, and there’s a flood of drool escaping your mouth but you can’t care, you don’t care, your eyes are rolling back and you’re approaching heaven.

Hands suddenly appearing, gripping your ankles, and you scream in shock, fury, as they rip you upwards, flip you back over, tearing you back from the edge, and you’re trying to kick out, thrashing and writhing with renewed energy until it suddenly subsides and you’re left to arch pitifully before sinking down with another huff, swallowing down what you can of the desire to cry, though tears still slink out at the fading, abused feeling in your cunt. You look up at whoever still has his wide palms against your ankles.

Namjoon stares back at you, wide-eyed, slack-jawed. The light from above bathes his outline in gold, and you find yourself missing the paintings at Jin’s. He casts disbelieving looks down your body as your chest heaves with labored breath and you twitch.

“H-holy shit,” he breathes. “Fuck, baby.”

Gently, slowly, he parts your ankles, scalding a path with his eyes up your legs to where the vibrator hums inside your wetness, a trickle of arousal flowing steadily down your thigh. He moves to slide his hand up there, still watching in amazement, and you don’t even have the energy to jump away from him. There’s a ‘click’ and the vibrator is finally, finally stilled, and you’re crying anew, unsure if you’re disappointed or relieved. He withdraws it inch by inch from you, agape at the amount of arousal that coats its silicone surface.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he says again, his voice catching in his throat. “Oh, my god.”

He sets the toy down on the sheets, reaching forward again to slide the sock out of your mouth, tender, careful, watching as you gulp down steadying breaths and rework your jaw. Before you can speak, he’s rushed forward, pressing his lips to yours, kissing you passionately. You welcome it, sinking into his warmth, closing your eyes, taking comfort in the familiar taste of his tongue as it sweeps your mouth. He’s moving as he kisses you, shuffling and you hear the vague clink of metal. There’s a click above you and suddenly your wrists are released from their imprisonment, dropped onto the mattress heavily, like a marionette with its strings cut. You cry out into the kiss, and he takes the respite to curve his hand through your hair, cradling the back of your head. He pecks at your lips, the sides of your mouth, reverent and attentive.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet,” he groans, his voice rough. “You’re so fucking wet, god. I am going to kill Hoseok, but, you, you did so good. You did so good, baby.”

He pulls back slightly to look over your face, puffy and bruised from crying and kissing, but the way he beams adoringly at you would have you thinking that you were the most beautiful person in the world. “You did so good,” he repeats, “How many times did you cum while I was gone, baby? Hmm? Did you have fun?”

“Hated it,” you wail, sniffling, between the kisses he begins raining down on you again. “Hated it, I-I couldn’t, didn’t cum, please, please.”

“Not at all?” He leans away with a confused look, but you’re already trying to move your sore wrists to his shoulders, shuddering and shaking, weakly pulling him closer.

“I-I have to cum, please, fuck, please,” you’re babbling again and he shushes you, expression turning concerned, but still excited, pleased at your change of heart.

“O-Okay, okay, shh, it’s alright. It’s alright.”

He’s shucking his pants and you’re breathless, grabbing for him, but he’s already, awkwardly, shuffling out of his bottoms. He pushes you down gently, and you let him, sinking into the sullied sheets with a relieved sob, parting wobbly knees to encourage him between your legs.

“Please,” you whisper again.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Namjoon’s lips find yours again, and you can feel his length hot against your core. “I’ve got you.”

You sag against him, too tired to do much more than wait, the muscles in your belly contracting painfully in anticipation. It’s obvious that he’s trying to sink into you slow, let you adjust, but you’re so wet and needy that you swallow him whole without so much as a stutter, your hips thrusting towards him as he slides forward. He fills you so good, so well, his cock taking every inch of you that the vibrator couldn’t, soothing the desire there with the heat and hardness of his member, swelling to stretch your walls around him.

“F—shit,” he swears under his breath, catching in his throat when you buck against him. You thread your fingers into his hair, clutching at his shoulders, humping upwards to take more of his cock into yourself.

He fucks back into you hesitantly, but quickly loses his composure at how sopping you are around him, how eagerly you welcome him inside, how you pant and grunt like a creature born of pure lust, and it only takes a few thrusts before he’s pistoning into you, hips crashing to yours with such incredibly lewd noises, breathing hard with the effort.

“Fuck,” he mouths against your lips. “You’re so hot, baby. You’re gonna make me cum. I’m so fucking hard…”

You can’t speak, can’t think—can’t do anything but jerk underneath him, trying to pull him closer, convince him deeper, deeper, purring and mewling when you feel him nudging secret, hidden away places inside of you that spark and flash. But it still isn’t enough and you hiccup a groan when you realize he’s faltering, pace turning erratic, fucking hard and fast, but too close to his own end.

“N-Namjoon,” you blubber, grabbing at what you can reach, his hair, his shoulders, frantic at the threat of again being left without the orgasm you’ve earned, you need, you need. “Namjoon, pl—I need, I—“

“Mm? What is it baby?” he growls, nipping at the base of your neck a little too sharply. “What is it, what do you need? Fuck, I’m so close.”

“N-no, I need,” you’re scrabbling for his hand, you have to make him understand, you have to have him touch the marks, he has to touch the marks, you have to cum. He allows you to drag his fingers to your breast but he becomes too eager to help and goes to squeeze at the nipple as he thrusts, impaling you on his length.

“This? You need me to touch your tits?” His voice is snagging on his ragged breaths, hissing through his teeth. “Are you gonna cum for me? Are you gonna cum on my cock, baby?”

“No,” you howl, clenching your fingers around his and pressing him more firmly to the pinprick scabs on the inside of the swell. “No, here, I-I need—I need this.”

He pauses, eyebrows creasing, but it’s too late for him and he surges forward with a powerful thrust, two, jaw dropping open as he accidentally claws at you, blunt fingernails breaking the skin, grunting and gasping, but it’s perfect, its perfect, the pain at your chest blossoming into everything you needed and you arch, shrieking, his cock shoved so deep in your cunt, filling you so entirely, stretching your wet hole around him, forcing you to feel him pulse, shake, wet heat erupting in your walls, oozing, leaking, your orgasm finally reaching the final heights and plunging you into ecstasy so intense you can’t even make any noise, body seizing, trembling, toes curling, pelvis crashing into his violently as you milk it, you take it, feeling the juices from both of you running down your thighs, nails turning to talons in his skin, the dam bursting behind your eyes and flooding your entire frame with pleasure.

He rocks into you unsteadily as you clamp down on him like a vice, easing the dregs of his high out of his cock, whispering unintelligible profanities. The intensity of your orgasm finally breaks and you ease down, all too aware of how every inch of you throbs, aches. When he slides out of you, spent, you both wince.

You attempt to catch your breath, a pang shooting through your stomach with every inhale and exhale, staring unseeingly at the ceiling. Slowly, you become more and more aware of how hard Namjoon is breathing, and spare a glance towards him, unable to move your head for fear of breaking it clean off your sore neck, but still throwing a flick of your eyes towards where he still holds himself above your body. His hair, damp with sweat, sticks to his ears, his forehead, the nape of his neck. His eyes are staring, laser-focused, at your chest. He swipes two fingers across the blood that beads up from where he’s reopened your wound, swirling, intent on gathering as much as he can, before hesitantly, falteringly, raising his fingers past his plush, swollen lips and sucking on them. You watch his adam’s apple bob as he swallows, his jaw work as he slips his tongue about his own digits, his eyelashes flutter closed briefly.

He removes his fingers from his mouth, his mouth lingering as though loathe to stop, licking at his lips. His dark eyes flit to yours.

“So.” He says after a heavy beat that begins to settle in awkwardly.

“The bite marks, huh?”

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vannahfanfics · 4 years ago

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One Good Turn Deserves Another

Category: Angst

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Eri

Additional Tags: Vigilante!Class 1-A

Trigger warning for themes of child abuse!

Izuku’s lips were curled into a cold, smug smile as his bright eyes beheld the lofty penthouse suite displayed by the floor-to-ceiling glass panes framing the luxurious condominiums nestled between the beach and the sprawled city complex. Izuku perched on the balcony railing of the adjacent condominiums’ penthouse complex that he was currently sharing with twenty other young vigilantes looking to score a quick buck in the chaotic, unforgiving, cold-hearted world they lived in. They’d all seen terrible, horrible things that prompted them to turn their backs on society’s definition of “hero” and carve their paths. To this day, Izuku marveled at the miracle of their coming together to form one of Japan’s most notorious heist organizations.

“Has she left yet?” Katsuki grunted as he strode out of the open set of glass doors. His heavy boots thunked against the smooth stone bottom of the balcony. Izuku’s emerald eyes remained fixed on the spread of clear glass several yards away, particularly on the thirty-something-year-old woman running a blow dryer through her voluminous brown hair. Izuku was mildly impressed with her haircare routine; even from the considerable distance, he could see the ripples of her hair gloss with the fluorescents’ unflattering light. Her bathroom was as large as the standard bedroom, but that didn’t mean the condos invested in slightly better lightbulbs.

“Not yet,” Izuku responded without looking at his number-one partner-in-crime. “We still have fifteen minutes until her suitor is supposed to pick her up.” Katsuki only grunted in response, watching with disdain as the older woman smoothed nonexistent creased from the sapphire blue dress that hugged her figure in every scandalous way possible. Izuku could almost hear her six-inch-heels clacking as she exited the bathroom to cross through the walls. She disappeared into the bowels of the suite to head towards the penthouse door.

“What’s this broad do again that makes her richer than God?”

“She’s the assistant CEO of a software development company specializing in programming high-tech support items.” Indeed, the infamous burglars had targeted her after multiple magazine spotlights and television specials revealed her lavish life’s intimate details, down to a complete tour of her pompous penthouse home. The exposés had been mainly focused on her widowed status, chronicling her tumultuous rise to fame after her husband’s sudden death after only a few years of blissful marriage. Izuku remembered the bitter tears streaming from her eyes as she reminisced about her loving husband. The waterworks had cemented in his mind that she was the perfect victim for their newest scheme.

Katsuki and Izuku both straightened slightly as the receivers in their ears buzzed with static.

“Hey, hey!” Izuku could hear Denki’s broad grin in the fuzzy audio of the transceiver. “The John’s in the building and heading up to the penthouse.” Izuku pressed the respond button to answer, still crouching on the railing by balancing on his metal-plated boots. Denki always served as their mole, because his easygoing and sunny personality just lured people into a false sense of security so easily.

“Is it time?” Hanta called as he poked his head out of the open glass doors.

“Almost.” Hanta stuck out a thumbs-up before vanishing into the room, shouting for Ochako and Mina to go out onto the balcony for Phase II of the rob-the-rich-lady plan. Ochako trotted out onto the lengthy stone structure, chewing on a licorice candy as she leaned against the railing beside Izuku.

“If only I’d lived like that, life could’ve been so much different,” the brunette mourned sourly as she tore off a large chunk of the red candy and crushed it between her teeth with excessive force. Izuku laughed dryly with a nod of agreement.

“I would feel bad because she’s a single mother, but wait until the world sees the reports of employee abuse we mailed into the news networks,” he laughed gleefully. Sure, they stole and occasionally beat people to a bloody pulp, but only people who deserved it. Many of the common folk revered them as a troupe of Robin Hoods, stealing from the obnoxiously wealthy and abusive to aid the poor and struggling. At least, that’s what many of them told themselves to justify their questionable deeds. Try as they like to harden their hearts to their bitter realities, sometimes their human sides tried to nose back into their lives.

“She’s leaving,” came Denki’s quick report in their transponders. Izuku could hear girlish giggling and the baritone droning of a man in the background of the audio. Denki, disguised in a janitor’s outfit, whistled as stood with his mop and side-eyed them. “Heading up. Be there or be square.”

“All right. Denki’s moving in to disable the motion sensors,” Izuku reported. Mina had joined them on the balcony, and she enthusiastically punched the air with her fists.

“All right! Let’s bleed this bitch for everything she has!” the pink girl crowed. Izuku languidly stood up on the metal railing, balancing his center to stand at his full height with only the thin rail cementing him to the building. Ochako skipped over to touch Mina with her pink finger pads, and the girl immediately floated up a few inches from the balcony, giggling as she did so.

“I can never get used to how weird this feels!” Mina trilled, laughing joyfully as Hanta pushed the back of her head to make her body somersault in the air slowly. As she righted herself, Izuku grabbed her gently by the elbow to drift her to the balcony rail. “All right! The Mina Rocket is ready to go!” she declared. Izuku grinned widely, then flung Mina to send her sailing across the gap between the buildings. The few patrons lingering by the pool failed to notice the pink vigilante floating in the sky in the dark fringe of the lofty condos. Katsuki snorted as Mina bumped into the window with a gentle smack. She hurriedly grasped onto the building’s thin stone rim before she bounced off. She hovered beside the building, staring at the red blip of light within the condo’s dark recesses that indicated the security system was still armed.

“How are you doing, Denki?”

“Me ‘n Yaomomo are almost in position.” Momo had also been deployed to the condominium, posing as a member of the cleaning staff. By now, the security officer should be passed out from a sleeping drought so their bonafide genius could replace the camera feeds with loops and replaced footage to eliminate the evidence of their involvement before it even existed. The video would show that Denki and Momo had gotten off on entirely different floors, when in fact, they would proceed to the penthouse to assist in the heist. No one would ever be the wiser that two moles had been planted in the staff.

There was a reason they’d evaded Interpol, the Japanese Bureau of Investigation, and the Hero Commission for so long, after all. The young group of vigilantes dotted all their I’s, crossed all their T’s, and checked them twice.

“The cameras are set,” Momo reported, whispering not to wake the slumbering guard. “The footage is good for about an hour. Let’s make the most of it.”

“Almost done,” Denki hummed in the same channel. A faint crackling of electricity sounded as he essentially fried the security system controls. Faintly, Izuku could see the red light blip green.

As soon as Momo and Denki reported in, Mina melted the glass with her acid, reducing it to a goop steaming on the wooden floorboards. Mina worked quickly and efficiently to carve a large hole into the window, then daintily stepped into the living room to tut at the blackened, smoking area rug. As soon as she safely entered the penthouse, Ochako released her Quirk, allowing Mina the land on the plush carpet and appraise the lofty home.

“All right, guys, let’s move in.” Izuku used his Quirk to propel himself across the divide, bending the railing as he blasted off it. He’d bend it back later. He landed deftly in the center of the living room, clicking his tongue at the sheer obnoxiousness of the interior decor. It probably cost more than all of her employees combined made in a year. Disgusted, Izuku made a point to bend the metal floor lamp in half, exposing the wire to make sparks jump from the now-frayed metal pieces. While the others quietly used their Quirks to jump into the penthouse and Denki picked the lock so he and Momo could stroll in, Izuku set to ransacking the place to discover where the software mogul hid her stacks of cash. The others began pilfering everything valuable in sight; Tooru and Asui sprinted to the master bedroom, keen on scoring the jewelry the woman had been sure to show off in her many interviews.

Izuku ignored the triumphant hoots and hollers as he meandered down a hallway. Just to be thorough, he opened the side closet, disinterestedly pulling out the Egyptian sheets of every color and numerous comforters to fling them into a pile on the floor. Nothing hid behind the cottony masses, and he almost abandoned the effort until he spied a suspiciously square seam in the wood peeking out.

“Hello,” he grinned and crouched down to pry the false floor up with his fingers. Izuku had been expecting a hidden stash of cash or coins, perhaps a safe containing embezzlement or fraud documents.

He was not expecting a pair of bright red eyes and a pale round face to be peeking up at him.

Izuku froze. He blinked, and the pale face shrouded by the darkness blinked back. He continued to hold up the small nook entrance, oblivious to Katsuki stomping down the hall toward him.

“Oi, what the fuck are you- what the fuck?” The blond hissed in a breath, making the small form within the crawlspace cringe in fright. With a flip of his index finger, Izuku bid Katsuki to turn on the hallway light. As he complied, the white light cascaded over Izuku’s hunched form to crash into the small space, illuminating a very tiny, disheveled little girl. Her red, puffy eyes slowly blinked as she regarded Izuku with a mixture of curiosity and fear.

“Are you here to steal me?”

Izuku almost lost it. Literally. He become so infuriated that his Quirk jumped out, sending red streaks and green lighting blazing across his skin. Clenching his teeth hard and breathing steadily through his nose, he managed to force his power back into control and give the little girl a strained smile. It was just so hard not to go ballistic and tear the entire penthouse upside down, because this was the most pathetic little girl Izuku had ever seen. Her white-gray hair framed her round face and her red eyes glittered like blood moons in the light. A little horn protruded from her forehead. Why the hell was this child locked in a crawlspace in a goddamn hallway closet while the penthouse owner gallivanted off on a booty call?

“Yeah,” Izuku smiled pleasantly. “Yeah,” he repeated, convincing himself to commit to the radical change in plans. “That’s right.” His heart crushed in on itself as her eyes widened and she beamed brightly. She flung herself forward with a delighted squeal to wrap her thin arms around Izuku’s neck, burning her face into his sternum. The girl immediately began bawling loudly, spreading snot and tears all over the spandex of his suit.

“Ungh… I… I’m so happy… I-I’ve been waiting so long for someone to know I was here… That I existed…” Izuku didn’t have the heart to tell her that he had no earthly idea she was in the penthouse, let alone related to the woman. “Mommy… Mommy locks me in here because she doesn’t want people to know. She hates me; she tells me so. She says I need to suffer, so I’m locked away to be forgotten. Just like everyone forgot Daddy, she says,” she blubbered between wails and cries. Izuku’s hands remained limply at his sides, too stunned with the cascade of events to properly comfort the girl. Her crying had attracted the attention of his cohorts, and they crammed into the small hallway to observe the strange happenings. She began to sob harder.

“I didn’t mean it… I didn’t mean to make Daddy go away. It was an accident. An accident.” She palmed her small horn, sniveling, and it took Izuku a few seconds to puzzle out that the little girl’s Quirk had likely manifested and killed her father. It wasn’t common, but certainly not unheard of. Children with powerful, uncontrollable Quirks posed real and present dangers. The girl sniffled as she rubbed her eyes with the heel of her palm. “Mommy says it’s my fault. She says that my punishment is to be locked away and feel what it’s like to be forgotten. She tells me that one day she’ll forget me too, and I’m going to die, all alone.”

Katsuki began cursing profusely under his breath, sparks popping from his palms as his fury mounted.

“This is fucking ridiculous; are we gonna fucking stand for this? This bitch has her daughter locked in a fucking hole in the wall and is out there schmoozing some fuckin’ asshole-! I can’t; I fuckin’ can’t, I need- Ooooooh…!” As he grew more and more enraged, he stomped off into a side bedroom and began flinging furniture around with his herculean strength. Izuku had regained some semblance of his wits, so he hugged the small girl tightly to his person and petted her long silvery hair. Suddenly, she blinked at him.

“Wait… You aren’t here to kill me, are you? Did my mom… Did she finally…?” As her red eyes flooded with fresh tears, Izuku hurriedly shushed her and pressed his cheek against the side of her head.

“No, no, that’s not why we’re here at all.”

“That’s right! We’re thieves!” Tooru beamed theatrically as she jumped over, waving her gloves around ecstatically. The little girl’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head upon witnessing an invisible woman for the first time. “We’re gonna steal you away to happier life!” The girl’s eyebrows shot up, and she craned her head to look at Izuku.

“That’s right!” he confirmed with a cheesy grin. “Stealing is what burglars do best, right?” The girl squealed as he hoisted her up with his hands under her armpits. Her little legs kicked happily at the sudden rush of air around her. With a smile, Izuku plopped her against him, one beefy arm hooked under her comparably tiny frame. Her little hands rested on his broad shoulder, and her bright smile illuminated the condominium better than the sun ever could. When a few more loud crashes, thumps, and curses drifted down the hall, she looked worriedly towards the room Katsuki had stamped into.

“Is he okay?”

“Yeah, he’s just sorting out his feelings,” Denki laughed as he sidled up. “Hiya! What’s your name, squirt?” he asked as he playfully shook her hand.

“Eri,” she giggled.

“Eri! What a cute name,” Kyoka appraised with a nod. The others greeted her jovially as Izuku carried her into the living room. Her eyes widened when she beheld the overturned and broken furniture.

“What are you all looking for besides me?”

“What kind of burglars would we be if we didn’t take your mom’s money?” Shoto quipped monotonously as he resumed emptying drawers. Izuku flushed with embarrassment at the boy’s bluntness, and Eri screwed her face up into a frown.

“Mommy isn’t a nice person. She takes money from the company and robs the workers; I hear her say so on the phone. She laughs about it.” Eri glanced concernedly up at Izuku. “What are you going to do with the money?”

“Uh! Oh, um, we’re not gonna do anything bad,” he reassured as he strolled over to the gaping hole in the window. “We’re honest burglars. We steal from bad people and share it with good people.” It was true. They’d made anonymous donations to charities and underfunded schools and local businesses, built a children’s park overnight for a low-income neighborhood, and committed countless other good-Samaritan deeds. Of course, some of that they pocketed for personal interests and paying off essential figures, but hey, it was an investment for more heists and more good deeds, in the long run. At his explanation, Eri hummed satisfactorily and hugged his neck, her cheek squishing against his.

“I see. That’s nice!” She then inhaled slightly as the wind whistled through the window, ruffling her hair and nightgown. Izuku smiled sympathetically as she gulped, peeking down at the ground so very far below. “Are we… Going to jump?”

“Yeah, but it’s okay. It’s how I came, you know. We can make it! I’m going to hold on real tight to you,” he reassured her jovially. Eri nodded slowly, rotating her head to peek back at his friends, who had resumed rummaging around the apartment. Katsuki had satiated his ire and stalked back into the main room to oversee the operation. “Don’t worry about them. They’re just finishing the job. They’ll probably stay a little while, because… Well, as we like to say, one good turn deserves another.”

The tone in the room shifted immediately. It grew dead silent as Izuku’s unspoken order dropped the temperature of the room several degrees. His grin and emerald eyes were eerily bright as he eyed them over Eri’s head. “Right, guys?”

“Right,” Tenya whistled as he picked up the sheets in the hall and began shredding them into thin strips of cloth. Silence descended as the vigilantes began searching the penthouse once more, but their minds were no longer on cash and evidence, but something else entirely. Eri blinked repeatedly as she struggled to grasp the shift in the tension and gave Izuku an inquisitive stare.

“Don’t worry about it,” Izuku smiled and patted the top of her head. “When tomorrow morning comes, everyone will know you exist.” Eri’s blood moon eyes widened as a big grin slowly spread across her round face.

“Really? You mean it?”

“Every word,” he promised. “You gotta swear, though, to keep a secret.” Eri nodded vigorously. “You can’t tell anyone about who rescued you. It’ll be a secret between just us, okay? Pinky-swear.” Izuku held up his scarred pinky, and Eri readily looped her tiny one with his, linking them in an eternal promise. “Good. Remember, one good turn deserves another. We saved you, so you help us keep our identities safe so we can keep helping other people.” With that, Izuku hugged her tight and activated his Quirk to once more spring between the two buildings. She inhaled wondrously as the wind rushed through her hair, and looked up to see the starry night sky after so long deprived of their soft, simple light.

~~~~~~~~~~

As Izuku had promised, Eri’s story was blown wide open alongside the software mogul’s scandalous finances and business practices. Izuku and the others had left Eri asleep in the penthouse suite with all their documents and scathing evidence of Eri’s abuse and the money the woman had stolen from her business partner. They dropped an anonymous call to the police to inform them of the girl’s location, and then retreated to a safe distance within the city to watch the media massacre unfold.

The woman was discovered first. She was brought out by police not visibly harm but clearly scared within an inch of her life. Being suspended from a penthouse with only a decorative chair and some Egyptian cotton sheets to anchor you to safety would do that to a person. Next, when Izuku and the others dropped the call, the flocks of the press began to babble theories as the police swarmed into the adjacent penthouse. They’d also given anonymous information to the news media, who immediately jumped on the tragic tale of the little girl. Eri’s eyes were huge as the cop carried her carefully out of the condo, amazed by all the noise and activity developing around her. Izuku could just tell by the teary smile on her face that she was thinking, They know I’m here. They’re happy I’m safe.

When one of the reporters shoved a microphone into her face and demanded to know who her rescuers and mother’s assailants were, Eri just smiled sheepishly.

“It’s a secret. I can’t tell. You know, one good turn deserves another.”

Izuku grinned to himself, biting down on his bottom lip in satisfaction.

Sure, they weren’t saints. They’d stolen, and assaulted, and publicly slandered plenty. However, seeing that little girl’s smile broadcast on the big screen for the world to see, ready to leave an arduous life behind her and step out into the light, reminded Izuku of why he’d turned to such an existence in the first place.

Real heroes made real change through whatever means necessary. Because, as he said… One good turn deserves another, and one bad deed brings down righteous fury.

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youseissi · 5 years ago

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𝚂𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚂𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚍 현실판에

Chapter 2 - Tell Me Who You Who Am I

Word Count: 9110

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Everything had settled into a peaceful routine that went on totally undisturbed for barely over three months since they started living together. That is until they got caught up in it again.

On a night like any other, Yunho had just hit the button to look for a match on the game he was currently hooked on at the time. He usually had a few nights per week for himself and he spent it doing just that, playing games to forget how tired college actually made him and everyone else in the whole building.

The pop up to accept the found match appeared the same time as his phone started ringing besides him on the bed, it was Hongjoong calling. He picked it up immediately bringing it to his ear, but he only heard the sound of the other hanging up on him. Weird. The screen lighted up on his hand showing a new text notification out of many many he had missed before, apparently his roommate had been blowing up his phone for a while.

He hit cancel on the game’s dialogue box that counted down incessantly still waiting for him.

8 p.m

joongie

dude anser me

its serious

finally

look i need you to come save me

8:01 p.m

you

wym

8:01 p.m

joongie

i don’t have much time to explain

cardinal at the mall

the one next to the museum we went last week

i tried running but this kid got lost

she said she lost her parents

was crying

i couldn’t leave her

now we’re hiding on the second floor

cuz everything is happening t the first floor

if i move she cries

very loudly

you gotta come help us idk what to do

if you come thru the stairs from the parking lot i think no one will see you

the cops aren’t here yet

please

8:01 p.m

you

got it

omw now

don’t move

8:01 p.m

joongie

couldn’t even if i wanted to

we’re not in a good spot

too close to the ledge

but i can see the stairs from here

joongie is now sharing his location

The way there felt like hours, when in reality it didn’t take more than ten minutes since the location was so close that he could run there by foot. Around the mall a commotion was starting to form with a few police cars and media vans setting up camp, but thankfully the place wasn’t sealed up yet as Yunho managed to sneaky in through a back entrance into the garage floor.

It was unsettling, for the first time in a while the fear creeping up around him was no one else’s but his own while walking around the empty the floor. Going through the door and up the stairs, that were clearly never used beyond emergency situations, only made him feel worse. The unnatural light and silence filled the all white space giving it a bad atmosphere.

Once he finally made to the second floor doorway he understood what Hongjoong meant by bad spot. The floor they were in cut off in a circular shape above the downstairs entrance hall with a small glass ledge to give a clear view of what each side had to offer. It didn’t work in their favor as the exit in which he stood was between storefronts making the only path besides the edge.

Yunho risked taking a peek beyond his hiding spot behind the shielding door. Downstairs

people stood filling the hall spaced out like an army formation waiting for orders, The Cardinal was easy to spot, dressed in a wine red velvet suit and sitting on a chair from a nail kiosk placed in front of his temporary minions. He looked inattentive scrolling through his phone. The other guy wasn’t anywhere in sight. Not good, Yunho thought.

In comparison to the missing invisible man, Hongjoong was easy to spot which was an even worse sign. If the villain downstairs did not continue with his back turned, he would be noticed right away. The small man hid away behind a plant pot, a small silhouette behind him barely visible as well, Yunho assumed that was the little girl he was trying to protect. They also were stuck in front of a sealed wall between storefronts.

Objectively thinking Yunho was there only to make sure they weren’t controlled, he couldn’t do much else protection wise. Would be so convenient if he just could teleport them out, but all they could do was rush to sneak away before that tall guy appeared. They couldn’t waste time. The other met his eyes and gave a nod with worry shaping his face.

Yunho tried rushing quietly towards one of the hallways by his side, which wasn’t easy with his huge body having to crouch while also trying to stay the farthest away from the exposing ledge as possible. Nonetheless he made it, not wasting time to stand straight and run further in, trailing through the maze of halls to make a covered path back to the other side in which his friend was waiting at.

The distance was short, but not simple as an obstacle appeared when he took a sharp turn and almost bumped into the until now missing sidekick. He cursed under his breath as he went back pressing himself against a wall close to the corner. He took a peek yet again waiting to see what direction the big guy went, but the man only continued to roam around for a while. As if he was looking for something. Again.

He turned his back and Yunho took the chance to take off towards the next hallway, expecting to circumvent him, but of course the phone in his pocket fell right at that moment. He stopped in his tracks practically as an instinct to try and save it, his shoes screeching against the floor so close from being out of a sight.

“Hey!” he heard a deep voice call out although he didn’t stop to get even more confirmation that he was now being chased. He ran at full speed not minding the noise he made anymore, trying to make distance between him and the loud footsteps that seemed to keep getting closer. Finally, he made it full circle and reached the edge again now close to his target.

He stopped where the hallways and the balcony met looking behind him for the first time. The tall man just now turned the corner with some distance between them that didn’t give him much time to reach Hongjoong and back.

“Run, go go go!” Yunho yelled at the his friend that was watching his disheveled arrival with alarmed eyes. It took the other only a small moment to register it, grab the kid and sprint forward, impressing Yunho a bit with his quick reflexes. The small girl cried loudly in his arms and he could be seen clearly from downstairs, but after how loud Yunho yelled their stealth mission had already been considered a fail anyways.

The man chasing him now already less than two meters away was ready to catch them, and Yunho didn’t really wanna wait to see whatever he was going to do with him when he did, so he lunged forward trying to push the other back enough to make an opening for himself to run as well. Unexpectedly he got grabbed and got himself pulled forward towards him.

Yunho clearly wasn’t a fighter, his long limbs more of a deterrent than a vantage in trying to get himself loose from his grasp. His opponent however had some experience and it wasn’t long till Yunho was being immobilised with his arms behind his back on the floor, the other holding him down.

He proud himself in at least putting up what he considered enough of a fight. That is until he looked up to see Hongjoong still standing there looking torn, lowering the kid down. Yunho cursed his idiot friend for not leaving him behind when he cleared told him to run, like this he would be caught for nothing.

The small man looked ready to get involved and start off the fight all over again but the tiny girl hugged into his leg yelling and weeping then, the big guy on top of Yunho focusing on her as well. For a second the world stopped, none of them knowing how to make their next move when a voice behind them robbed all of their attentions yet again.

"What do we have here?" asked The Cardinal himself now standing a few feet away watching the ordeal. His voice was pleasing to the ear, his head tilted slightly in curiosity and eyes almost gentle beneath the mask. If everything about him didn't impose a impression of superiority, or arrogance as the two civilians perceived it as, then you could almost believe he had good intentions as he eyed the child clinging to Hongjoong's leg.

Everyone was frozen in place as if paralysed by the sudden intrusion. Even the kid stopped her cries, the villain now going towards her.

"Don't move." He told the kid's current protector that started to protest.

"What's your name?" He asked crouching in front of the little girl that promptly bursted into tears as a response.

"Don't cry." He ordered her and she stopped, easy as that. "You have to calm down and be strong now, okay?" He continued in a less authoritarian tone, cooing over the girl like a parent.

"What's your name?" the villain tried, but the girl didn't speak.

"Answer me." Yunho could hear his impatience growing through his more commanding tone. His mind raced as he waited for the right moment, when his assailant was distracted just enough for him to move again.

"Haseul" the little girl let out, her voice a bit hoarse from crying so much.

"That's a pretty name. Is this your brother?" The villain's tone was now back to being soft at the child's forced compliance.

"No." The kid answered and the mask covering the villain's face moved as he furrowed his brows.

"Did you come here with him?" He tried a different route than just guessing their relation to one another.

"No."

"Who did you come here with?" the villain started a interrogation now, going back and forth with the little girl, trying to figure out what to do with her.

"With Mama."

"Do you know where she is?" he continued to ask softly.

"No"

"Okay." The villain let out a sigh at that. "Do you know where the toy store is downstairs? The one right by the entrance?"

"Yes"

"You're gonna take that elevator, press the button number 1, walk straight ahead to the toy store and sit down on the couch by the playpen, okay? Do you understand me?" the command back in his tone, he tried giving clear instructions that even a child could get.

"Yes."

"You'll forget you saw me and forget that this happen. I'll send your mom to find you soon, be a good girl and take a little nap while you wait. Now go." He finished and the girl went on towards the elevator, not crying anymore as the villain watched over her till she was already inside and the elevator moving.

"Now, first problem solved. What's next?" The Cardinal said turning towards them again. " I guess you were here trying to help that kid." He said slowly his indicator hitting Hongjoong chest.

"And you." Yunho thought he was now talking to him, but his eyes went past his. "Why am I seeing you right now?" He enunciated slowly again tilting his head.

"Uh…" the guy practically straddling Yunho didn't seem to have a answer ready for that so the villain moved on.

He put both his hands on either sides of Hongjoong's face, cupping his cheeks and looking into his eyes as he starts his orders for the shorter man.

"Go downstairs, stand by the other people and wait for my next order. Understood?" He always spoke in a steady slow tone, coating every word with what Yunho could feel as his power manifesting.

While The Cardinal's power didn't affect him personally, it still reach and manifested all around him and it felt almost like what he would experience as an emotion. It left his mouth with an unpleasant feeling as if he had taken a spoonful of honey, thick and hard to swallow, a faint taste of wine made him feel light and his head felt full of cotton. His perception slowed down as if he was underwater for the few seconds the sound was resonating in the air, although he wasn’t really bound by any real weight he didn't trust himself to be sharp or precise with his moves while hearing it.

Hongjoong didn't answer immediately, his shoulders trembling slightly. He was seething with anger and Yunho imagined that at that moment he must’ve been trying his best to resist the enchantment. The people that were being controlled didn't give off any emotion, their auras a dull weak grey and Yunho could only assume that meant they were fully numb during the influence.

He had to do something fast before his friend went away, what would happen to Yunho when they realise he can't take his orders? Was his acting skill good enough to pretend he did? The fact that the big guy wasn't invisible already messed up his credibility. His thoughts raced as he tried to think of a way out of this situation.

"Answer me. Do you understand?" The villain's tone was harsher and more commanding this time, even more heavily coated with power.

It was almost pitiful seeing his friend's fingers curl up into fists as he tried his best to oppose his orders. Yunho knew how awfully the feeling of being controlled affected the other, the helplessness of the past incidents already developed in the form of a trauma in his mind.

He felt the pressure over him give in just slightly, his opponent either tired or distracted, and that was enough for him to push his weight up,not wasting any time in trying to spring towards his friend.

It wasn't even funny how he immediately got pushed down again only being able to free one arm that he stretched out pathetically as if he could reach the other. If only he got a bit further. But he couldn't, he was too far away. Tears formed in his eyes out of frustration, feeling the helplessness himself now.

The Cardinal didn't even flinch at his sudden outburst, still focused on Hongjoong.

"Yes, I understand." Yunho whimpered at how low and weak Hongjoong's voice sounded as he answered, feeling like he just got punched in the stomach.

He came here to save Hongjoong and if only he hadn't screwed up they wouldn't be going through this. If only he could touch Hongjoong for just a second. If only his outstretched arm could reach him. If only his power wasn't bound to him, he would gladly give it to Hongjoong that would use it for so much better.

As tears overflowed and his desperation only rose, he trashed under the weight of the villain's sidekick focusing on these ifs and his own power. He could feel his power surging in his hand, something Yunho had never noticed before. It coursed through his body, running up his arm until it reached and accumulated in his fingertips, his digitals feeling hot almost burning.

If only it could go beyond himself and reach Hongjoong.

But the short man's back already started to distance himself from his blurred vision, taking his first steps away from the whole ordeal.

"Second problem solved." The Cardinal now had his attention to the teary Yunho on the floor and he could only feel embarrassed at himself being seen in such a state.

His piercing eyes held curiosity as he inspect his prisoner's face in silence.

"Now what do I do with you?" The villain mused out loud. "So many questions, so little time." He held a hand to his own cheek deep in thought, gaze still focused on his prey.

Suddenly The Cardinal fell backwards, pulled with force by the back of his shirt’s collar and not being able to regain his balance. His companion reflexively moved to help forgetting about the trapped boy beneath him. Yunho took his chance again to push him away with his own weight again, this time a pair of hands helping him by pulling their opponent as he pushed.

Free from their grasps, Yunho now ran forward taking several moments to process that it was Hongjoong that opened this breach, the other running by his side. They made their escape before the villainous duo could recover and chase after them.

✧

The next few days Yunho mused over the happenings that lead to their escape. Hongjoong felt a miracle woke him up, sure that his willpower to resist had already completely ran out by then. Yunho tried focusing on his power often trying to replicate that surge he felt.

He always thought of his own power as a passive skill. He didn't need to do anything to activate it, it was always on. Now that he knew how it felt he tried to really feel it as an entity rather than just a concept. It was like breathing or blinking, imperceptible unless you put thought into it.

It flowed through him warmly giving him the impression of what it would be like to feel your own blood circulation. He concentrated it in his hand and, without the stress and threats around him, he could feel it dissipating outwards as if heat was coming off of him.

Although he never wanted this power, he not once thought about turning it off. Now he tried to do exactly that and meditate the power to stop and flow out of his system with his mind. It worked while he kept his eyes closed, the constant invading silhouettes of colorful lights not appearing in the dark of his eyelids like before. It was short lived ending as soon as he opened his eyes.

The moments of peace would be welcome as he went through crowds or heated arguments in class if not so fleeting. He sighed, unable to escape the overwhelming amount of feelings surrounding him constantly.

As time continues to fly by, he practices it without a certain objective, just the flow of it. One day The Cardinal appears on TV and his sidekick is clearly plastered across the whole frame. It sparks an idea in his head.

Hongjoong jumps from the couch turn to him.

"It's him! It's that invisible guy! Is he not hiding anymore? Why aren't they talking about him?" He exclaimed as he walked to Yunho's side at his desk.

Yunho was focusing his power to flow towards Hongjoong. This time he could feel a thread of energy connecting them, unlike the sloppy burst of power that was all over the place last time he tried using it on him.

"Ah!" The taller boy was about to tell him about his findings when he felt the ring in his hand break apart and fall down.

"Oh, he became invisible again." His friend commented in confusion as he bent down to pick up the remaining of his busted ring.

The ring was lowkey important to him which kinda sucked, but he was more curious about why it broke unprompted. The pieces felt powdery and fragile in his fingers and he smashed the rest without much effort.

Had his power done that? Had it gone through the ring? Perhaps this was proof that it indeed took a physical form. Could he maybe capture it?

If it was energy similar to heat he was out of luck on something permanent, but it was a start. Yunho looked at the tv still showing his opponent from last week and he turn to Hongjoong that now stared at him worried.

"Hey, do you have a ring that you can lend me?"

"That would fit on your fingers? Probably not." He answered, mock on his tone.

"No, just get me a ring that you don't like that much. I wanna try something real quick." He insisted rolling his eyes.

As expected of his fashionable roommate, Hongjoong grabbed from a drawer a transparent box full of rings separated into tiny slots and brought out a few he wasn't too fond off.

Yunho grabbed one that looked more cheap and held it with a closed fist while trying to imagine the energy concentrating into it. A few moments passed before he let it go, not really knowing what to expect or when to stop.

"Put it on." He said while handing the ring back to the shorter boy.

"Why? What did you do?" He looked skeptical, but was already positioning the ring on his finger as he spoke.

Yunho immediately knew it worked because from the moment the other touched the ring he couldn't see his aura anymore. There was no dancing lights surrounding him, no worry or confusion or pent up stress or any other emotion filling up the air that Yunho breathed and weighted down on his shoulders. Only his own. That were ecstatic right now.

"Why are you smiling like this? You're start to creep me out a little." The older asked with caution, confused.

"Joongie, look at the tv."

"That guy again! Wha- ah, is it the ring?" Yunho nodded at him, a smile on his face. "Yunho that's amazing! Now we're safe, The Cardinal can't control us anymore!" His roommate exclaimed with a smile on his face and Yunho felt fond of the way he said ‘we’ even though Yunho already couldn’t be controlled.

As he said those words, he grabbed onto Yunho's shoulder in excitement and the ring fell with the sudden movement. A quick look confirmed it was broken, it's texture weak and crumbling without much pressure.

"I'm pretty sure that ring was pretty sturdy before you touched it. You kinda own me a new ring now." He pointed out, his excitement dwindling a bit. "But you can just do it again, right?"

"That's why I told you to get one you didn't really like. I can do it again, but I'm afraid it'll just end up in the same way. It might still take a while to perfect it, but I already have a few ideas on what to do next to improve it." Yunho said, mind racing with the possibilities of it. Now he wouldn’t have anymore risk of getting caught up in this incidents involving the villain and neither would Hongjoong. That made him feel tons lighter, even more thinking about the break he would get from his friend’s overwhelming feelings.

"That's great already." Hongjoong continued with a mischievous look. "With that we can finally stick it to that arrogant prick."

"I mean, it would be nice if we just never saw him in person again. Even if the ring was unbreakable it wouldn't protect you from getting beat up, you know." He interjected, frowning at the other eagerness to affront The Cardinal.

"Yeah, I guess so." He quiet down after that, deep in thought and Yunho again wished he could turn his power off on his own, guessing what the other was thinking by his feeling.

He wanted to protect Hongjoong, but now he worried he might be opening him a path into even more trouble.

✧

The next few days, Yunho waited. Some of his classes were soon gonna move to the lab for more practical classes and an excuse to enter the labs was exactly what he needed. Until then he could just focus on his normal life and deflect Hongjoong’s nagging.

The older one now used a few accessories Yunho had “enchanted” as he called it. Yunho didn’t particularly felt that was the right word for what he was doing, but he still couldn’t describe it better. Metal seemed to work best, so maybe it could be considered forging.

That had also given some better perspective on the items lifetime, when Hongjoong used it out of his view it lasted with no problems whereas around him everything wore off quickly. It probably had to do with actively repealing Yunho’s power which wasn’t a good sign if it was supposed to be used against the villains that seemed to have way more aggressive powers than him.

As much as his roommate wanted to be protected, he was clearly getting tired of losing his accessories to his experiments. Yet Yunho pushed him to keep using them around him, summing up some lames excuses to just have a break from feeling way too intense emotions that weren’t his.

Yunho made that much effort to live alone before for a reason. Feeling everyone else’s feelings twenty four seven was exhausting and Hongjoong in special was a constant rollercoaster of emotion. The other just always felt so intensely all the time, it didn’t give him a break.

Usually the power holder could identify two or three types of people when it came to this. The most common were the people that lived mildly just going step by step, emotion by emotion not bothering him much.

Then there were people that were moved by reacting, feelings constantly activated and affected by their surroundings, living bound by their own perception of others. He could tell this type easily by how often he’d feel worry and relief from them, the clear anxiety keeping him on edge, but overall they were easy to get used to and he knew how to deal with them well, showering them with validation gave him great payback.

And then there was the type of people like Hongjoong that were just actively feeling all the time, regardless of anything else and laced with confidence in his own self. He just had a fire in him that didn’t dwell down, opinionated and vocal about everything he was involved in.

And Yunho felt that fire, he felt Hongjoong’s usual distraught at the news and his excitement while he worked on reforming clothes to his style and his huge satisfaction when his intuition was right and how inquiet he got when him or one of their friends was going through a down phase that had nothing to do with him and the boy couldn’t help.

It was just so strong and it never stopped.

Yunho mused that the other was someone to look up to with the way he lived to the fullest even when they were just college students getting beat up by student life. A great motivator, you could just look at him and feel inspired which was great, but sometimes Yunho felt invaded.

As if everyone’s feeling was being pushed onto him so much that he couldn’t notice his own anymore. And he knew that sooner or later that’d explode on him if he wasn’t careful. He had learned the hard way that his feelings had to be tended to, as a kid it was hard to distinguish what were his emotions and what wasn’t when he was still not self aware.

Life is a pursuit of happiness, yet no one could feel happy all the time, right? But young Yunho had started to believe he could, if everyone around him was happy he could feel happy too even if he himself wasn’t. It wasn’t long till he grew up compressing his real feelings, pushing them away for better ones. Even if his weren’t half bad, so so was not enough when he could just feel pure joy from someone else.

The drop when he couldn’t brighten the mood around him would affect him more than it should. Being alone felt empty and numb. It took a long depressing time and a feel heartbreaking situations to understand what was wrong and he still couldn’t handle serious situations well.

Now having Hongjoong not filling up the room with his emotional presence he could breath and take a second to just feel in peace with himself.

✧

It was still one of those waiting days that Yunho saw his suspected lifelong nemesis again. He wasn’t expecting it at all and the thought of the situation still made him feel unsafe at his own living space as one day he opened the door to their room coming back from class and just saw the gigantic silhouette going out the window.

He might’ve thought it was an animal had the room given to them not been in the fifth floor. Looking at the direction it had come from, in Yunho’s bed laid an phone on top of his messy covers. Not any phone, his phone. The one he dropped around a week ago.

A single notification popped up as he turned on the screen, a message from an unknown number.

12:30 pm

unknown

Stay away from the cardinal or there will be consequences.

12:45 pm

you

don’t worry i don’t wanna anything to do with all this

12:46 pm

unknown

Good. We’ll be watching you so don’t even think about trying anything funny

The thought that they knew who he was and that now he was under surveillance was frightening, specially the fact that the guy had been there inside his room. Yunho didn’t really know how to react to that. At hindsight he should’ve told Hongjoong, it was also his room after all, however he didn’t wanna give the other even more reason to feel personally attacked by the villains.

He couldn’t get it out of his mind the rest of the day though, as the initial shock faded his own curiosity rose up. He didn’t want anything to do with it, but now that he had a contact to text, why not, he guessed.

14:57 pm

you

so you’re the invisible dude right

The typing indicator came up a few times, but after an hour Yunho wasn’t expecting an answer anymore.

17:33 pm

unknown

I gave you a warning, seriously it won’t end well for you Yunho.

Don’t contact me again

Okay, not really up for talking I guess… After that he dropped it, slightly creeped out from seeing the other calling him by name.

He didn’t want to be involved, but he was still curious about the invisible guy’s origin, because realistically it would be too much of a coincidence for him to be his brief childhood friend. Nonetheless, the thought persisted on his mind that there could be a chance that it was the same person he knew of and it had him intrigued beyond his usual caution.

Maybe it was his guilt conscience that had his interest peaked. He didn't like to dwell on his regrets, but his initial reaction of running away from that kid years ago was something he wished he hadn't done. At least not so lastingly, after all their powers may have been different, but their overall situation wasn't so much.

If anything Yunho might’ve been the privileged one for the first time in his life, for having such easy to hide powers. Both were scared to show their true selves and be rejected for being different, but Yunho could just pretend it wasn’t his case while the other most probably could not.

Powers like theirs didn’t come with an instruction manual, even now at twenty years of age he kept finding out new aspects to it still. To him the potential now felt unlimited as he learned more and more exciting things he could do with it, to control it, but that was a perspective of his adult self.

As a child they had no control over it, powers were like an involuntary act like blinking or breathing and the kid just didn’t know it was abnormal or ‘wrong’. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like growing up invisible, how the other must’ve struggled at being thrown into the world not even understanding his own self and already having to deal with the consequences of it.

And to top it all off, the only person that could see him shunned him away the moment they noticed he was like that. Yunho felt like trash thinking about it.

✧

Finally the lab days arrived, and Yunho had so much planned out already. At first he cursed having those chemistry classes, he was coursing a computer engineering degree and he didn’t think it was particularly useful to get the same generalised class as all other engineering courses, specially when he just wanted to write some code or explore game design.

It did pay off now tho, giving him enough insight to know what he was looking for and what to do with it. Sneaking in with his access code later on in the day, he swiftly took up a spot in front of a microscope and rushed to take out his research material out of his backpack, not wanting to stay there not even a moment more than necessary.

Switching two pieces of the same ring under the lenses, he analysed the difference closely. Yunho had been hoping he could identify what his power did to make them break so easily, and if he was lucky signs that his power had any physical form.

And lucky indeed he was, it seemed his power made the material structure more spaced out with little invisible to the eye grainy crystals forming in between any microscopical free space they found.

He tries forcing more of his power into it and that explained why things would become porous and dissolved like sand, with this tiny shards expanding into it until they overcame the original material.

That meant he could definitely make something more sturdy with better material. He’d have to study a lot of atomic structure and boring stuff like that and it made him groan at the thought of it but he was willing for the pay off.

Suddenly the door opened with a loud thud, interrupting his thoughts and almost giving him a heart attack.

“Hey, found anything useful?” The fashion major said making his way to Yunho without much discretion.

“Ah… you know, it’s rude to come in without knocking” Yunho ignored his question still grasping his chest and trying to recover from the jumpscare. His roommate laughed at the exaggerated reaction, stopping to sit down next to him. “I understand how this works better now, so soon I’ll make something durable and stop breaking your accessories.”

“That’s great, I was running out already. Care to explain what am I looking at?” Hongjoong asked a bit sarcastically as he leaned into his space to look at the microscope himself.

“Do you see those little clear dots? It’s probably my power, it grows till it takes too much space and makes the ring break.” The taller said towering over the other’s back to look too.

“I see” Hongjoong hummed. He sat back and watched Yunho gather the things he brought over back into his backpack. “So, I was thinking…”

By the other’s aura Yunho already knew whatever it was, it was trouble. The yellow hesitance swayed in his vision with sprinkles of orange and red fierce tones, fitting of Hongjoong’s ever so warm visual presence.

“I was thinking, if you can make it last, couldn’t you make something to stop The Cardinal as well? Maybe sprinkle some of those crystals on handcuffs or something? I know you said it was hard to approach him, but that was when I couldn’t see the other guy. And I’m not thaaat defenceless I’m sure I can put up a good fight if I can see my opponent.” Hongjoong went on, continuing to list reasons to convince Yunho that they could win with his power.

The younger was appalled at Hongjoong eagerness to take on both of the villains like this, but he’d be lying if he said that his curiosity wasn’t peaked at making a device that could stop The Cardinal’s power.

With his power taking physical form it was indeed possible, even if temporary. If he could make a device that rendered the other powerless for just a while…

Developing something like that presented itself as a puzzle way too stimulating for Yunho’s mind, already scheming what would it take to make it for real, what approach he should take that would be the most effective and he had to grip the table and stop himself for a moment before he fell into that rabbit hole.

“I just hate it, even if I get to be immune to his power I don’t think I can stand by as everyone else is dragged into it. Yunho, please you’ve got to help me. I understand the risk I’d be taking, I’m not dumb. Just give me something to fight with and I swear I won’t bother you about it again.” Hongjoong pleaded, and Yunho hated the feeling overwhelming him, pure, desperate and selfless.

“I think this will be a mistake, but if my best friend asks me like this how can I say no.” Yunho answered with a sigh giving in and Hongjoong smiled widely practically bouncing off his seat to hug the younger.

“ But ,” Yunho continued holding up a finger before the other got too excited. ”I really don’t want anything to do with this past this part. You can go play batman, but I refuse to be your Robin, okay? Consider me James, I’ll try and see if I can give you some equipment that works against them. After that you’re on your own, I refuse to go get my butt kicked with you.”

“And who said I’m getting my butt kicked?” Hongjoong retorted with a pout, but the corner of his mouth couldn’t contain his lasting smile. “I get it you don’t want to fight, that’s your choice and I respect that. You’ve already been doing more than enough by protecting me all this time with your powers, I’m thankful really.”

Yunho couldn’t help but smile too at the other words.

✧

Turns out building little prototypes for Hongjoong was way more fun than Yunho had predicted. The younger already had a natural hand with technology and his creativity combined with years of reading comic books filled his head with ideas not only of ways to apply his own power, but of plain weapons to help the other fight and capture the villain.

If The Cardinal was a supervillain then Hongjoong would have to be his antagonising superhero, and so that inspired the fashion major to work on an uniform to make himself easily recognisable, but also cover his identity.

Much of their enemy’s tactic fell on swaying the public’s mentality and the last thing Hongjoong wanted was to be publicly recognised by his little internet following. Standing up to the other was sure to earn him a spotlight over all types of media and he hoped it would work out in his favor, raise the moral of those that had been controlled before.

That being said his uniform wasn’t flashy or anything of the sort, just a very stylistic and accessorised black suit, followed by a mask and hat covering the lower half of his face and shadowing his eyes.

In a week he had it done, Yunho finishing some of his projects soon after, thanking the god’s for the college’s facilities offering so much for his course. It was truly amazing what you could do with a 3d printer plus some chips and cables.

Hongjoong was dressed up in his attire, showing off his designer skill to his friend in their room when Yunho presented him with his first set of gear.

“So I made these three items so far, they are still prototypes and need testing, but are ready to use already.” Yunho started dropping the tech on the table.”I’m making something more permanent to deal with their powers for good, but that might take a long time still.”

“Okay, walk me through it.” The new hero asked.

“So those earphones, I made them embedded with my power. I made them hollow inside so that the piece of rubber I added inside has space to expand well before it becomes too much. So it’s not like it’s unbreakable or anything, but they do have a trick to them to help you out in that case.” The technician started explaining, Hongjoong looking slightly lost, but understanding for the most part humming along.

“They are completely noise cancelling, all you hear will actually be filtered by a mic, that way if the duration runs out the mic breaks as well and you’ll hear nothing. It’ll be a pain, but it should be enough for you to make a escape without hearing The Cardinal’s voice.” He continued.

“Ah I see, you thought it out so thoroughly, I’m impressed.” Hongjoong stroke the other’s ego seeing how excited he looked talking about his creation, making him bashful to the the point of his ear reddening.

“Yeah, I mean, nothing I make can last forever so we’ve got to consider what to do when it breaks. I made this one rather easy to do maintenance with refills for the inside though so I would rather you didn’t let it get to that point. Also if you press the button here on the side it calls me. You know, for emergencies only.” He finished describing his most fond masterpiece.

“Got it” The older nodded. ”Next.”

“Okay, those gloves then. Easy to explain, they are basically a weak taser. Mainly to take care of the big guy, they give a nice stun for you to get past him. Just use it as a last case scenario trick up your sleeve since they don’t have much charge. I’m working on something better and long ranged, but maybe in the meantime you should actually go out and buy a taser.” Yunho explained, and Hongjoong hummed in response.

The older had mentioned not wanting to use any heavy weapons, taking the ethics of the heroic role seriously, and so Yunho was trying to accommodate his wishes, although it was hard to escalate the effectiveness without also escalating the pain.

“The last one is just a charm for you to put on in a bracelet or necklace to use in daily life. It’s easy to open and refill so you can use it around me as well.” Yunho explained handing him a little tiny star.

Hongjoong swirled the tiny sparkly item on the tip of his finger analysing it from every angle.

“It’s so pretty.” He mumbled, a soft smile falling on Yunho’s face. “You know, sometime you need to really explain to me why I should use it around you. We never talked about your power since we first met.” The smile in his face faded as fast as it came. “I just don’t want to make it harder for you, if you need me to use this there must be a reason, right?”

Yunho sighted at that, knowing the time to open up would come. He just never knew how to talk about serious things like that, his power specially.

“I just see and feel things in a different way and it can be overwhelming sometimes.” He answered not really wanting to get deeper into it.

“You know you can talk to me about it if you need to. I’ll try to understand whatever it is.” Hongjoong said softly leaving the tiny star on the desk, his emotions now noticeable again. The soft orange hue of his compassion warming Yunho up and breaking through his walls, just a little bit.

They had been rooming together for a while now, he might as well open up. He only hoped the other didn’t think he was praying onto his feelings, he was sure this should be a major privacy invasion. Not that he could do much about that.

“Have you ever heard of empaths?” He started off dreading it already.

“Like people that can understand other people’s feelings well?” The older turned back to him while taking the outer layer of his suit to put it away.

“Not quite, it’s not just understanding. I- I can feel it myself, the emotions of other people. In a very different way than normal people would feel them.” Yunho was hesitant to continue explaining, but Hongjoong waited patiently for it.

“With every sense I can feel it, I see auras and I feel it in the temperature, even in the smell in the air and in the taste on my tongue and sometimes I can even hear a ringing in my ear when it’s too strong. It’s tiring and invasive and I can’t really turn it off. That’s why it gives me a break if you use it.”

He ended spilling his secrets way too easily, glad to get it off his chest, barely stopping himself before saying how Hongjoong’s emotional was specially exhausting.

Hongjoong stretched a hand to touch his shoulder, looking at him with a soft expression in his face as he said his own thoughts.

“I see, that explains a few things. Yunho, I know it must be hard for you to open up about it, but I just want to let you know you can trust me. I won’t judge, I just want to help. So next time I hope you feel comfortable to tell me anything you’re struggling with earlier.”

Yunho hummed in response, a pout on his lips to hold back the teary sensation overcoming his face. The other seeming satisfied with his own speech and went away to change the rest of his clothes.

Hongjoong sometimes felt like a father figure to Yunho, already knowing his troubles before he even said anything, but waiting patiently for him to come to him for advice instead of intervening by himself.

And Yunho was glad for it, to have someone solid in his life that he could always rely on and fall back onto when he needed help or it all became too much, that didn’t push him too hard or demanded more than he could give.

He just wasn’t used to being vulnerable like that with someone else and it would take more than just a few months to reach a point where he would be comfortable venting out his inner struggles, specially after internalising it for so long.

✧

The first time Hongjoong actually went out to fight the villain came sooner than he expected and Yunho was a ball of nerves, yet he didn’t back down on his decision to not get caught up in it.

It was still early into the night as they saw the news, The Cardinal shouting into a megaphone from a varanda of a low building, stopping a whole avenue with just his voice.

His attacks seemed to follow a pattern now of growing in scale, installing fear in the citizens heart, continuing to record it through the wide web. It supplied them with a previous test of their equipment when he started a ig live a few days back, so now they were all set knowing the earphones worked.

He was getting greedy and his roommate that had been itching to just go there and punch him in the face got ready in record time, jumping through the window into the fire escape to not attract any attention to his suspicious outfit.

Since Yunho forged those little gadgets to help him out and he finished his own uniform, Hongjoong had been out “patrolling” as a “superhero” a few time. Yunho found it cringy to just think about it, but the other had a point that he needed to practice, both using the gadgets and porting himself like a vigilante, as well as fighting and being inconspicuous.

He managed to even catch a few petty thieves and drunk harassers on the street to his best friend surprise. It wasn’t that Yunho doubted Hongjoong, but he didn’t expect the other to own up to this persona so well.

In theory his part was to just be mindful of his phone in case Hongjoong fucked up too bad, otherwise he was supposed to be free of responsibility. That didn’t make him any less nervous and he knew he wouldn’t be able to calm down on his own, neither focus on anything else so he just made sure his phone was ringing as loud as it possibly could and took a couple of pills to sooth his anxiety and maybe rest his eyes a little bit.

He just couldn’t concentrate enough to do anything else after all. Not his smartest idea, he gets that, but they talked beforehand about not overdoing it too much on the first time and being cautious, so he just choose to trust that Hongjoong would have an ounce of common sense and not need him to intervene so early on.

Not even fifteen minutes later tho his phone rang, startling him and he groaned as he held it up, already mourning the fact that he would have to leave his comfy covers and go out in the cold weather.

The message on the screen wasn’t what he was first expecting though.

09:37 pm

unknown

Yunho I’m serious don’t get involved in this or you’ll regret it.

09:37 pm

you

im not involved

im literally in bed rn playing hearthstone on my phone

i could not be less involved even if i tried

09:38 pm

unknown

I’m not an idiot there’s no way this is not your friend right there

09:38 pm

you

it’s not him

i can testify we both here tucked in bed on our phones like good boys seriously

“Oh, really?” a deep voice sounded from his window and the frightened high pitched screech that came out of Yunho didn’t sound neither human nor manly as he almost feel out of bed jumping from surprise, his heart beating so fast he was sure it’d stop at any moments.

“You can’t lie to me, Yunho.” The invisible boy commented as he walked to the end of Yunho’s bed to face him.

“I wasn’t lying, I’m really not involved.“ Yunho said with a pout, bummed at both being caught in his lie and getting scared like that. He should be more seriously frightened, but for some reason he didn’t feel much more than just a few butterfly in his stomach, maybe the meds.

“What about your friend?” The other asked with an eyebrow raised, looking down on him.

“Ask him yourself, how am I supposed to know?” he looked away still pouting. The danger of the situation still not sinking in, although there was a feeling of vulnerability in him sitting up in his bed covered with his comforter up to his waist now.

The man in front of him let out a sight. He hesitated a second before making a move to seat there at the end of the bed. Yunho quickly moved his feet making space for him and suddenly the other didn’t look so intimidating now at his eye level, moonlight hitting his face in just the right angle to make Yunho feel some type of way even with the dark mask over his mouth. His eyes held a soft but distressed emotion that he couldn’t pinpoint.

“Look, your power… It may help you not be controlled or to see me, but that’s not enough. If you get in his way you will lose. I…” he started in a coaxing tone that Yunho wouldn’t expect someone that was supposed to be his enemy to talk in, but soon hesitated and looked away. “We don’t want any conflict.” he finished quietly.

“I’m sorry” the taller boy answered slowly, surprising even himself. Maybe it was the fact that he was embarrassingly sleepy for that early in the night, his brain hazily trying to catch up with the situation still, or maybe it was the gentle attitude and how pained the other looked at the prospect of Yunho pushing forward that made the words spill mindlessly from his lips.

Unfortunately that wasn’t the answer the other was expecting he noted as he saw him sigh again and get up.

“Wait” he called out as an impulse. The man looked back at him while he could only dumbly stare trying to form a coherent thought. “Have we met before?”

The stranger looked away for a moment then back at him mumbling a no before going through the window off into the night. Yunho was left to silently collect his thought and chastise himself for the dumb question.

For a second, he felt like he could recognise the boy from his memories. The invisible presence in his high school that sparked into his view once in a blue moon, but at this point he couldn’t say for sure if the boy in his memory and the man that had just left were really similar or if it was just him projecting one onto the other in an attempt to make sense of either of them.

It later felt like a wasted opportunity to let him walk away like that without asking anything useful. His brain was now filled with questions, most of them more about the man himself than the conflicting situation they currently found themselves in. His reluctance to fight in addition to the care his few words held intrigued him, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t even a bit attracted to the intruder in his sleepy stupor.

He would like to at least believe it to be a simple momentous acknowledgment of the other’s physical attributes rather than him being so naive that he’d catch a serious infatuation for any handsome caring stranger.

Sometimes you look at the tv and find the bad guy hot and that was just that, he told himself pushing the thought away.

Looking back at his phone a few texts from Hongjoong popped up at the screen informing of his success and that he was coming home soon. The newbie hero’s texts were filled with hurried details about how he managed to scare the villain away, bravados of how he’d catch him next time and praise for Yunho’s first set of gadgets.

Yunho only quickly scanned through them adding a curt answer at the end before laying back again to try and clear his thought filled head before the other arrived. He decided to keep his own villain encounter to himself.

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The Honeymooners: Chapter 3

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They woke up in the morning still curled up in one another in the tiny bed. “I think we conquered that challenge,” Deeks said, pressing a kiss to her neck.

“You know, I noticed that shower is also really small,” Kensi told him coyly as she slipped out of bed. “Just in case you’re looking for another challenge!”

It didn’t take long before he joined her, lips pressing against her shoulder as his hands circled her waist. Kensi squeaked as he nipped at her earlobe and found herself hoping the motel walls weren’t too thin. She was really starting to regret the choice to spend their honeymoon in a smelly tent. Were they really going to make it two weeks without

When they were both sufficiently showered they went in search of breakfast, settling on the closest Starbucks. Kensi took a bite of her yogurt and then realized Deeks wasn’t eating. “You good?” she asked.

He frowned a little. “Yeah, my stomach’s kind of queasy.”

“I hope you’re not getting sick,” she said in alarm.

“I’m sure it’s just from drinking last night and all the traveling.”

“Aw,” Kensi reached for his hand. “Can’t hold your liquor anymore? Don’t tell the guys.”

“Hey at least I’m not a lightweight like Eric.”

After breakfast they went for a stroll through downtown Jacksonville. It was hot and humid and within minutes Kensi’s shirt was stuck to her skin. “Jacksonville is definitely not the pride of Florida,” Kensi said, wrinkling her nose as they passed a couple of overflowing garbage cans.

Deeks didn’t respond and when she looked his face was contorted in pain. “Deeks are you all right?”

“My stomach,” he said, stopping and bending over a bit. He blanched and clapped a hand over his mouth, then threw himself at the nearest garbage can where he promptly vomited.

“Oh my god!” Kensi put a hand on his back. “Are you all right?”

Deeks lifted his head and sucked in a breath. “Yeah I’m…” He gagged, leaning over to threw up again. “I guess maybe Al’s Crab Shack wasn’t such a great idea after all.”

“Yeah you think? Next time listen to your wife. Come on. Let’s head back to the hotel.”

It took forever to get back because Deeks had to stop and wretch every few feet. By the time Kensi got him in bed he was sweaty and pale. She positioned the garbage can next to him and then put a hand on his forehead. “I think you’ve got a fever. It’s probably food poisoning.”

“You’re telling me.” Deeks curled up into the fetal position as his stomach cramped.

“Well I guess better here than in Lima.” She stroked his forehead tenderly.

He sat up so fast he nearly knocked her to the floor. “I have to go to the bathroom!” he rasped.

“Use the garbage can.”

“Not that kind of emergency,” he said with a grimace as he stumbled into the tiny bathroom and closed the door.

Kensi stood outside and winced in sympathy. It was clearly going to be a long day.

Deeks came out and collapsed onto the bed, immediately falling asleep. Kensi pulled out her tablet and sent a couple quick messages off to Nell and Eric checking in.

When Deeks woke up half an hour later he vomited into the garbage can and then had to be almost immediately helped to the bathroom again. “Ah the joys of marriage,” Kensi mumbled to herself as she stood outside the door and waited for him.

It was hours and hours of tortured bodily function. In addition to his fever Deeks was lethargic and clearly in pain as his stomach cramped and twisted. When he was awake he was curled up on the bed and looked absolutely miserable, and when he was asleep he tossed and turned, twisting the cheap hotel sheets in a balled up mess.

Kensi was starting to get worried about dehydration so when he fell asleep around 5:00 she slipped out to the gift shop and bought the world’s most expensive bottle of Gatorade for him to sip. Her stomach rumbled so grabbed a couple packages of crackers too. She wasn’t trusting unpackaged food again in this state.

She stepped back outside and was halfway back to the room when she remembered she’d also wanted to grab a package of tissues. She doubled back, stopping short when she realized there was someone coming down the walkway in the opposite direction. “Yeah tomorrow,” he muttered into his cellphone. “Does Carl have the car ready? We’re gonna hit it hard and heavy and get out fast. They won’t even know what hit ‘em. “

Kensi stepped around the corner and waited in the shadows until he passed. “Don’t call me again. Just bring the car.”

He put his key in the lock and went into room B-31. Kensi frowned. That had almost sounded like plans for a hold up of some kind. She shook her head. Deeks would laugh at her and tell her she was too suspicious after all the problems they’d had on their last couple of trips. She shouldn’t be borrowing anymore trouble than was waiting for her back in their room.

Deeks was in utter misery when she got back. He was too hot, then too cold. His stomach stabbed at him repeatedly and his chest ached from all the throwing up. Being awake was torture and being asleep was blessed relief until he was woken again by the need to empty his stomach one way or another.

Kensi found herself ironically grateful for separate beds as Deeks’ exorcist routine persisted late into the evening. Every attempt to get him to eat or drink something it only ended in disaster and she began to wonder if she should get him to the ER. When she posed the question to him he staunchly refused and then immediately threw up into the garbage can.

At 10:00am the next morning he woke feeling somewhat less like death. His mouth tasted sour and his body still hurt, but he wasn’t in quite as much agony as the previous twenty-four hours. He pushed himself up into a half seated position and looked at his sleeping wife on the other side of the room. So much for a honeymoon.

He pulled himself out of bed and showered but another, slightly less terrible, bout of stomach cramps put him on the toilet again soon after. Kensi was awake when he finally exited the bathroom. “How are you?” she asked, her hair a mess, eyes bleary.

“I feel like I birthed a forty pound baby,” he said with a groan, sitting down heavily. “But a little better.”

“You had me worried. You should probably try some more Gatorade. Or water or something.”

He nodded and took a cautious sip from the bottle on the nightstand. “We’re never eating seafood again.”

“I didn’t eat seafood to begin with.”

“You’re really going to make fun of your poor, sick husband who nearly died on your honeymoon?”

“Um yes. Absolutely. I’ve already informed the entire team, they’re coming up with snarky things to say as we speak.”

“I knew I should have written a clause about that into the pre-nup.”

“You’d better be glad we don’t have a pre-nup because I definitely would have put a vomit clause in there and then you’d be on your own.”

There was a bang from outside and Kensi went immediately to the window, peeking through the curtains. “Everything all right?” Deeks asked.

“Must have been a car.”

She seemed jumpy. “Hey, something on your mind? You still thinking about going home?” he asked.

“No, I just…it’s probably nothing.”

“Uh oh. Come on. Talk to me. What happened while I was out? You decide to run away with Manny?”

She rolled her eyes. “No. When I was out getting supplies last night I heard this guy on the phone and it was weird.”

“Weird how?”

“I mean, if I was being suspicious, I would say he was planning to rob the casino.”

“If you were being suspicious?” he teased.

“Like I said, I’m sure it’s nothing. Go ahead and say it. One disastrous vacation too many has made me paranoid. I see bad guys everywhere.”

“Or…”

She raised her eyebrows. “Or what?”

“I mean we’ve been partners for a hot second now. Your instincts are usually pretty good.”

“Oh.” She raised her eyebrows. “No snarky comment?”

“No snarky comment.” He winced as he drew a deep breath and his ribs twinged. “All snark exited somewhere around 3:30am when you were cleaning up my puke for the eighty-fifth time.”

“Aw, look how good we are at being married!”

“So good!”

She instinctively leaned in to kiss him and then they both thought better of it. “Yeah maybe not yet,” she said.

“I should brush my teeth first.”

“Good idea.”

They got up and dressed and Deeks watched ruefully as Kensi ate a protein bar for breakfast. “You sure you don’t want some?” she asked.

“Probably better not to risk it,” he said, holding up his bottle of Gatorade. “Liquid diet for now.”

“I’m sure the guinea pigs will be pleased to hear that.”

#NCIS LA #Densi #The Honeymooners #Chapter 3 #Marty Deeks #Kensi Blye #NCIS Los Angeles #Till Death Do Us Part #Fanfic #Densi Fanfic #Honeymoon Fanfic #Food Poisoning #Deeks Whump #Throwing Up #Vomiting

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vinylexams · 5 years ago

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Heavy Heavy Low Low - Courtside Seats to the Greatest Fuck of All Time⁠

⁠ @heavyheavylowlow38 #heavyheavylowlow #hhll #deathwish @deathwishinc⁠ ⁠ I’ve been lucky as hell recently to snag insider info on some killer reissues and this one is no exception. You all already know how much I love HHLL, especially Turtle Nipple…, and through serendipity I got connected with Robbie from the band a few months back. I got to hear about how they are coming back to life after some years focusing on other projects, growing up and growing out, and evolving as musicians and artists in the process. They’ve worked with Twelve Gauge Records to put Courtside Seats on vinyl for the very first time and after they announced it on their platforms and immediately sold it out, they’re pressing another batch that you and the HHLL lovers in your life can and should snag before that pressing sells out, too!⁠ ⁠ What’s even more exciting is that I got to pick Robbie’s brain in typical VE fashion and he’s indulged me with all sorts of info about what they’re up to, whether or not we can expect new music, and some feel-good stories about huffing air duster and ripping shit up in an old warehouse on the California coast. Here it is in its unedited glory, but first…head to the website to pre-order your copy and then head to Robbie’s Indiegogo campaign to learn more about his upcoming short firm that’s scored by Nick from Tera Melos! ⁠https://deathwishinc.com/products/heavy-heavy-low-low-courtside-seats https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/morning-deliveries-short-film#/

INTERVIEW

First and foremost, it’s been a minute since we’ve heard from Heavy Heavy Low Low and then out of nowhere you sprang back to life in 2019. What motivated you all to pick up this project again? I’m not sure what motivated it. We had always been trying to jumpstart the whole thing again for some time and I think that it might have been a case of everyone’s lives slowing down and examining that time with a weird reverence. I can only speak for myself. The boys are all in school or doing their own thing.

I imagine you’ve all been working on different projects since HHLL went on hiatus. Do you have anything that you or the rest of the band have worked on that you’d love us to know about? Danny has gotten pretty popular in the Kendama world. Chris is studying various forms of martial arts. Roo is endlessly going to school and currently scoring independent films. Chip is heavily involved in competitive fishing. I’ve been making short films when the situation and my wallet allow it. We’re all crazy excited about finally owning Courtside Seats on vinyl for the first time. Aside from bringing that album onto the vinyl medium, the pre-order page notes that there’s new artwork, too. What can we expect from that? When we made the CD we weren’t expecting to sell any really.. I did the art and Matthew printed them all at his job. Him and I folded every crease, glued the o-cards and vacuum sealed them all. I think it sold out almost completely at the record release show. We made the same amount of records as we did the original cd (500). The artwork for the original CD pressing was done on sketch paper without any comprehension of what could be done with drawn art and a scanner. Matthew was the computer wizard and back then, young and silly, it was all done on the cuff. The new art is a bit more modern and plays with mortality. Court-side Seats to The Greatest Fuck of All Time being a front seat view of a an ordinary, bumpy ride through life. I’m proud of it. What’s it like to bring back an album from the earliest parts of the band’s career? Do you still identify with the music? It is odd. It was a truly surreal time and place. We were out of our fucking minds. We recorded it in Mountain View, Ca in this giant warehouse that tapered into gutted office spaces. It was a weird white collar tomb on the outskirts of Silicon Valley right before the real tech boom. In the big part of the warehouse where we’d enter there were giant mounds of clothes meant to be donated to some third world country. We’d burrow tunnels in them and do huge dramatic flips from pike to pile. There was an aisle of outdated medical equipment waiting to be sent that we’d stalk through in the dark. It was a strangely magic place. Once you got through the warehouse you’d get to these office stations that had been fashioned into recording studios and that’s where we birthed this thing. We were so misguided. The amount of compressed air that we inhaled should have killed us. I contribute a significant drop in IQ to that shit. Smoking copious amounts of weed from gravity bongs. Recording with a hip hop producer, Deegan. Never a disagreement. It still feels like it was some strange purgatory of youth. I don’t miss it, but it was beautiful. Does this mean there’s hope of having Everything’s Watched, Everyone’s Watching on vinyl sometime, too? So, there was a guy who was very adamant about putting that record out on vinyl. We had a dialogue going for the better part of a year and apparently he had been in contact with Rhino Music and Warner, the two companies that hold the licensing to that album. He had received word that it’d cost an impressive amount of money, but he still wanted to shoulder it. Mind you, this dude didn’t have a label, he just wanted to put this thing out and apparently hadnt thought that all out. Time goes by, I’m waiting, not worrying one way or the other. One day I get a link from a friend, a Christian college website detailing that dude had been arrested for kidnapping and assault. Very sad situation. Dude seemed semi normal. Anyway, that was the last effort I’d seen put into that. I’d love to contribute new art to that release if any go-getter wants to try their luck. I’ve loved everything HHLL put out, but Turtle Nipple is in my top 10 list of favorite albums of all time. What was the writing the recording process for it like and how did the band feel about the new creative directions on it? EWEW was half previously recorded material re-recorded and half material written a year prior, kind of forced into a studio with producers we had no previous rapport with. Those producers/engineers were incredible human beings (RIP Tom Pfaffle! See you in the mindfog) but we were very young punk kids thrown into a foreign land where we had our agents visiting and there were platinum records on the wall and it was a total barrage of privilege and excess. It was beautiful, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t feel soul in that record. Turtle Nipple is a dense trip through time and the record I’m most proud of in our discography. I don’t remember how long we had to record it, I do remember that it was the only time we’d been given to experiment and layer our sensibilities in an environment that catered to them. Sam (Pura) was a perfect conduit to that vibe and time and space and it really came out just how it should have. I think about that album as a 70s exploitation directors filmography.. it veers violently from genre to genre and while most of the stories are fiction and far from personal testimony, theirs a peek into some shared insanity contained throughout. George Cosmatos wandering through a punk club on an edible. I think that that album is our bands true personality. Sam is a member of our band whether he’s playing with us or engineering for us. He gets us. I love the idea of an alternate reality where we had lasted a bit longer and did an album with Steve Albini. He’d probably hate us, but I love those ‘What If?’ Scenarios. I’ll ask the question EVERYONE has been asking so it’s on the record somewhere: Does this mean we can expect new material or a new album soon? Maybe even a tour? We have a new EP in the works. We have some of it recorded with Sam. We’ve posted a couple clips on Instagram. We’re incredibly busy and spread out in our personal lives. Chip in TX, Dan in FL, Roo in OR, Rob and Chris in CA. Adulthood is a bitter, pulpy drink! We are going to be playing again. We won’t be leaving the West Coast. We had our fill of middle America and the travel involved. We have talked to some of our buds from our early days of touring about playing alongside (opening for) them for a limited run in 2020. I think that qualifies as a tour. Also, if anyone wants to fly us to Europe to play a festival in 2020, we’d like that. It’ll be an interesting year. How does it feel to be welcomed back by so many adoring fans who still love your music and are hoping for more after a long hiatus? It’s incredibly humbling. I have heard from people throughout the years about how we had affected them and it was always just strange to me. I’m pretty self deprecating, so I just don’t understand how some shit I wrote could mean much to anyone. My mind is just a shotgun blast of panic. I guess all of ours are? I love my band mates and their talents, though. So I understand the sorta sirens draw to the greater extent. I think they only got to show themselves slightly, too. Weird existence. Give us a piece of band trivia you’ve never shared in an interview before! Gees. There is a step-in part to most 15 passenger vans. It is a black, hard plastic. It meets with where you close the sliding door. When we had no bottles to pee in, we would just piss in ‘the step’. This thing was a den of germicidal activity. Trash and piss I don’t think we ever truly cleaned that thing. What’s odd is that we so rarely got ill on tour. The Step kept us healthy on a steady diet of trash and piss and general scum. Finally, this isn’t a question but the hidden track on Turtle Nipple is a fucking masterpiece and I wanted you to know. Thank you! I think that may have been my idea to add some weird 70s funk into an old track of ours. I think it turned out cool, but I think it betrays our vibe on that album! I wish it’d have devolved into some weird, primitive Altered States shit.

#heavyheavylowlow #hhll #deathwish #vinylrecords #vinylcollectionpost #metal #nowplaying #vinyls #recordcollector #vinyladdict #vinyligclub #vinylcollective #vinylexams

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anuschkalova · 7 years ago

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No Words Needed (Newt x Reader) PART 2

A/N: Okay, so here is the Newt x artist!Reader series. Most of you voted for this story and I’m glad you like the idea. So to sum it up briefly: Reader is an shy artist who lives in London, but has a hard time becoming successful. However, through an incident she meets Newt and his friends and gets the opportunity to draw the illustrations for his book. Newt and reader grow fond of each other and spend a lot of time together. But after the celebration of his published book, something happens that gets them apart…

Enjoy! :)

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Artist!Reader

Words: 2,068

Part 1 Part 3 Masterlist

Previously…

“Excuse me, Mr. Scamander, but do you prefer black or gre…-” You stopped as you caught Newt riffling through your bag.

His alarmed look met your surprised one.

You pointed at the door without a second thought. “Get out! Now!”

___

“It’s… it’s not what it looks like. Please”, Newt tried to explain, raising both of his hands, but he failed.

You stood there with shaking knees and wide eyes. There’s was a thief right in front of you! Thousands of thoughts echoed in your mind, the loudest one was the one worrying that he could be armoured…

So you grabbed a vase close to you, the man followed your movement and he raised his hands higher.

“Please, there’s no need to…-” He was caught off mid-sentence as the object flew straight towards him. You watched as Newt ducked, his long coat waving in the air. The vase hit the wall and smashed.

“Get out!”, you screamed again, this time a table lamp in your hands. Newt swallowed, blinking repeatedly as he thought of a way to calm you down. But sadly he came to the conclusion that he had no experience in doing so, well, in relation to humans.

“Please, believe me. I was not robbing you, I … I was just looking for…-”. The table lamp flew across the room. In that very moment, something escaped your bag. It was fast but your eyes caught something black and furry. At first you thought of the cat that sometimes visited you.

“Oh no, you stay here!” The stranger scolded, trying to catch whatever was on the loose and got distracted. The lamp crashed against the man’s shoulder and you flinched a little witnessing the hit.

Newt stumbled and missed catching the furry thing that started to giggle in a high pitched voice.

“Bugger!”, Newt hissed quietly, jumping on his feet to follow the little troublemaker.

“What the…”, you mumbled puzzled. What on earth was that thing?! It was not a cat. It was super fast and made weird noises… and apparently it destroyed your apartment.

The creature guided the freckled man zigzag: Drawers were violently opened, paintings falling down and your easel being knocked over. Soon there was paint covering your wooden floor in form of tiny paw prints. You couldn’t believe the mess.

“No, no, no, no, no… Stop that”, you whispered wide eyed. Another painting of yours met the ground. “Stop it!” You finally raised your voice and took a step towards the chaotic duo.

All of a sudden, the black little creature ran towards your direction.

“No!”, Newt screamed and you shut your eyes, awaiting the coming attack.

But instead you heard the stranger calling “Accio!” or something like that, followed by a clicking sound.

When you opened your eyes again you saw the stranger bending over his case, just closing it. His reddish hair was a mess, more than it was before. His cheeks were faintly blushed and he breathed heavily.

Silence filled the room. You were still in shock, trying to process what just had happened while Newt stood with his back to you. He peeked over his shoulder to look at you, his gaze met your teary eyes.

“What… what have you done?” You fell on your knees, confronted with the damage of your hard work. All the months of painting, all the money spending for paint, brushes and canvas… all for nothing. You were pushed back to the beginning. Starting at zero.

Newt carefully turned his head and eyed the mess as if he saw it for the first time.

“I’m so sorry, I truly am! B-But you see my Nif…- well, my pet sneaked itself inside your bag in the café and I had to get him back. I’m really sorry for the trouble caused I will…-”

“You will leave! Leave! LEAVE!!”

Newt twitched and almost tripped as you pushed him towards the door. Tears streamed down your face, your lower lip trembling because of pure anger. But Newt managed to turn around and faced you.

Whatever he wanted to say, the sight of you made the words stuck in his throat. So he lowered his eyes, swallowed once and pointed behind you. “I can fix it, please. Let me help you”, he offered and you scoffed.

“This is nothing you can easily ‘fix’, Mister! You have no idea how much time and heart I have put into those paintings! You have no idea how hard it is for an artist to get the approval you deserve and…- Argh! Why am I even telling you this! Just leave!”

Your hand pushed hard against Newt’s chest, but he stood there like a rock. His lips were pressed into a thin line, making his full lips disappear. He seemed to hesitate.

“I know how it feels…”, he started.

You frowned. “Excuse me?”

He lifted his gaze. “I know how it feels… not getting the approval you deserve. Being invisible to most people, the struggle and…-”. Your hand hit his cheek hard, leaving a red mark.

“Get. Out. Now”, you growled, emphasizing every word.

Newt’s head had been pushed to the side. He kept still for a few seconds, then he nodded slightly and turned away to leave. You shut the door close just to sink on the ground, starting to cry bitterly.

The days went by and your situation didn’t get better.

You had to use your savings in order to buy new paint and material. Also, all the lost paintings needed to be restocked, so you had to spend a lot of sleepless nights. It was exhausting. After you were done with painting, your job awaited you. Well, it was the best you could find in London at short notice.

You worked as a waitress in a small pub in the evening. It was usually stress-free, but today was Friday and that meant a lot of customers and stress.

You put on your coat and shoes and were about to head out of your apartment, when something made you stop.

There was a package in front of your feet, decorated with a red bow.

An Admirer? That was your first thought but you immediately shook your head. You had no friends and there was no way that you’ve caught the eye of somebody.

“Must be the wrong door”, you explained to yourself, but curiosity got the better of you and so you opened the package by lifting up the lit and were greeted by several tubes of paint and new brushes.

By high quality paint and brushes. Those were pretty expensive!

“No way…” You took one of the brushes to feel the soft bristles when you’ve noticed a piece of paper inside the package. You reached for it and unfolded the paper. There was a note written in elegant letters:

>> Dear Y/N,

I hope this makes up for the trouble I have caused you. Even if it’s just a little.I am truly sorry.

- N.S.

A small smile formed on your lips. This man… He must be really sorry for what he had done.

You remembered his expression after you had slapped him. He looked so vulnerable. You couldn’t help but to start feeling bad. Maybe you were overreacting, but you were so angry back then. With great justice! But you’ve also hit him with the table lamp…

You sighed. There was no denying that you were going to apologize to him. If you will ever meet him again. But now there was no time for overthinking, you hurried to your workplace after placing the gift inside your apartment.

You were right. The pub was crowded, as always on Friday nights. But that was not a surprise at all. It was loud, the many different conversations and the music melting into one big symphony.

You’ve just returned to the bar when you discovered new customers. It was a group of three people.

“Hello and welcome. May I take your order?”, you asked them politely, smiling a little forced.

It took a lot of courage to talk to strangers like that, but you had to earn some money somehow.

The only man of the group turned his head to you and you both recolonized each other. You looked at each other with wide eyes but it was him who broke the silence by laughing loudly.

“What a coincidence! You are the girl who drew my beautiful Queenie!”, he grinned and patted your shoulder.

“I… I…”, you stuttered, unable to form a sentence. Instead, the blonde woman at the table leaned closer to you, giving you the most heart-warming smile.

“I had no chance to compliment you!”, she said and the man nodded. You blushed.

“I-I’m really sorry… I didn’t ask you for permission and…-”

“Oh honey, it’s okay! I feel so honoured that you’ve chosen me as your model!”, Queenie giggled sweetly and pointed to the woman next to her. “This is my sister, Tina. I’m Queenie and this gentleman is called Jacob”, she introduced the group. You just nodded, totally taken aback by the open-hearted introduction.

“Nice to meet you… I’m Y/N”, you finally said, smiling nervously. Queenie’s smile turned into a wicked grin. “We know…”, she winked at you, causing you to frown.

But then it hit you.

There were three people in this group. One person was missing and judging by the sudden silence of them you knew exactly who was standing right behind you.

You didn’t dare to turn around, and you didn’t even flinch when Newt passed you to take his seat at the table.

You couldn’t bring yourself up to look at him and the atmosphere felt heavy.

Queenie seemed to sense your uneasiness and clapped her hands. “So, Y/N! Do you mind joining us?”

“Uhm… I don’t know?”, you didn’t expect this question and Jacob had to laugh because of your reaction. “C'mon! Allow yourself some fun! Besides, since you’ve drawn this lady you must draw all of us now…”, he joked and you had to chuckle.

“Alright”, you agreed. “My shift is over in 20 minutes. May I bring your order before?”

__ One hour and two cocktails later, you started to enjoy yourself.

Jacob, Queenie and Tina were really nice. You’ve learned that they lived in New York and were staying in London to visit Newt.

Said man gave them an awkward smile when they began telling about the trouble he had caused as soon as he had arrived in New York City.

Of course they didn’t tell the whole truth, they covered the story a little to make it muggle-worthy, but you weren’t aware of it at that time.

You laughed here and there, nodding when Tina mentioned the little black furred troublemaker. Newt didn’t talk much, he just listened carefully and let his eyes rush over you here and there.

Then, when the conversation started to die down, the blonde woman seemed to read your mind.

“Hey Y/N, I think this British gentleman wants to tell you something.”

Newt’s head raised and he looked over to Queenie with a blank expression. You could tell that he felt ashamed, playing with the sleeve of his blue coat when he talked.

“I’m… sorry. I know I said it before, but I really am.”

You nodded.

“I know. I’m sorry as well. I shouldn’t have… slapped you.” You whispered the last two words, feeling more than embarrassed. But Newt just flashed a quick smile, his messy fringe hiding the crinkles around his eyes.

“It’s quiet alright.”

“No, it’s not! I also hit you with the table lamp!”, you suddenly outburst, the alcohol showing its effect. But not only on you.

Jacob whistled, followed by laughter.

“What a girl, buddy! Definitely harder to tame than most of your beasts!”, the baker joked and wasn’t aware of his mistake. Tina became dead serious for a second and Newt just stared at his drink. You didn’t get it, assuming that Jacob made some kind of dirty joke there so you just laughed it off.

It worked as Tina relaxed a bit. Newt however didn’t move as if he was deep in thoughts, that’s when Queenie jumped off her seat all of a sudden.

“Y/N, honey, do you believe in magic?” A/N: I’m sorry that part 2 took so long but there’s a lot going on in my life (especially work), so please exuse me. However, I hoped you enjoyed it :)

Part 1 Part 3 Masterlist Tag List:

@dorkly-nerd

@imthesnowinthedark

@superblylovingturtle

@sir-tuddles

@lucifersnipnips

@gotham-s-lover

#newt scamander #newt x reader #newt scamander x reader #eddie redmayne #eddie x reader #fantastic beasts and where to find them #fbawtft #fbawtft fanfic #harry potter #eddie redmayne x reader #no words needed #angst

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kat-lockhart · 6 years ago

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A Family Reunited

“Agh! Ya drooled on my arm! Ma! Kat’s in my room again!”

Kat dreamt of Cody often, even before she knew he had gone missing. He was an integral part of her happy memories, so when her dreams were peaceful, he was there to keep things interesting. However, when he yelled, it sounded distant, and then she felt herself falling. In that place between sleep and consciousness, Kat panicked. She was falling away and thought she would lose him forever.

Instead, she landed roughly on the wooden floor. She stared up, blinking blearily at the ceiling of her family’s farmhouse. While still fighting the fog of sleep, a cherub shaped face peeked over the edge of the bed. For as angelic as he seemed, Cody always wore an impish grin best.

“Mornin’ sleepy head,” he teased as he reached down to wipe his arm off on her nightshirt.

Kat still wasn’t completely convinced it was her brother. Following her first battle, she found everything just seemed like a dream. Even the small things, like the letter from Colton and the contents of the safe, were difficult to accept.

But, Cody.

Cody was a whole other animal. He had been missing for over a year. No one said it aloud, but it was commonly assumed that he had died during the Legion invasions in Westfall. No body was ever recovered, so Jane and Kat just went on hoping he was lost.

“Ya just gonna lie there and stare or get off your ass and give me a hug?” He pressed, still grinning at her.

Without any further prompting needed, Kat rolled to her feet and practically tackled her brother. She hugged him tightly and he did the same. They had always had a close relationship, the sort of siblings who expressed their familial love for one another without shame but fought like a cat and dog locked in a crate.

“We thought you were…” Kat wept as she held him.

“So did I,” Cody replied, holding back his own tears.

“What…what happened? What’dya remember?”

“I was takin a wagon to Westfall to get hay for the season and a pair of worgen jumped me just off the bridge. They roughed me up and I passed out, but I know I did some damage. Then I woke up in some fancy house somewhere and had a chat with that fuck Colton. I was kept there a couple days and then drugged. I woke up this mornin’ and you were droolin’ on my arm. Weirdo. AH! And now you are cryin’ on me. Why’re you so weird?”

Kat hugged him harder, not letting go as he squirmed. When he realized she wasn’t letting go, he started to hug her tighter. It was a game from their childhood, when they were told to hug and make up. They would hug each other with increasing strength until one finally tapped out. It was a game of balance, because neither sibling truly wanted to hurt the other, but they both wanted to win.

“Alright! I yield,” Kat yelped.

Her body ached from the effort that had gone into Cody’s rescue. The only actual injury she sustained was from getting tossed back by the shadow entity and some minor scrapes from her underclothing burning up during her efforts to destroy the void effigy.

“So, you don’t remember anything else? Like what you talked to Colton about? Or how long you have been gone?” Kat asked as she moved back to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Well, all that ain’t really like a memory. It’s…like a dream? Maybe? Like I knew I was gone a long time. Felt like a lot longer than it probably was, though. It was like my eyes were always closed but I could kinda see light and sorta hear voices. I was scared most of the time, but never too scared to keep faith. When I would start to pray, everything would go completely black again. I thought it was the Light leavin’ me. That’s what was scary.”

Kat caught Cody in another hug, shaking her head.

“Relax, sis. I didn’t lose my faith. After all, my prayers were ultimately answered, right? I knew if anyone would come get me, it’d be you. You’d get outta jail and start fightin’ the world to find me,” he laughed as he pushed her back slightly.

Kat laughed softly and wiped away her tears. Through all their fighting over the years, there was an unspoken rule between them.

“No one messes with my brother, but me,” she replied.

“And no one messes with my sister, but me,” Cody repeated back. “Now tell me what you’ve been up to. Who was the guy carrying me out of the dark?”

“Now just hold on a minu—” Kat started to protest, until she realized he was being figurative. “Oh! That was Robar FitzWalter. One of the advisors to Lord Darsa Carrington, the Earl of Stonebrill.”

Cody blinked dumbly at her before waving his hands and shaking his head.

“Slow down, now. A what to who of who?”

Kat laughed. She had a feeling that her new relationship with nobility would shock her brother. She basked in the light of the upper hand a moment before rolling back to explain.

“So, after I got outta jail, I had a hard time findin’ a job, thanks to the fuckers who took you.”

She paused when Cody gave her a look, as if to say he would be telling their mother that Kat was using strong language in the house. She waved him off and continued on.

“Well, one day, Harris and I were just slummin’ around in Old Town and this fancy dressed guy comes stormin’ past. Harris tried to rob him and got his ass royally handed to him. I didn’t try nothin’ so he bought me a meal and a drink and we talked about what I was goin’ through. Well this guy, Lord Darsa Carrington, decided to give me a job as his smelter.”

“As time went on, he took offense to the Brothers’ actions and started a war with them. He’s had people watchin the farm and has…well basically saved my life.”

It was a hard admission to make to Cody in that moment. She didn’t want to tell him about the things that happened or the things she was considering, so she just blurted it out and pressed on.

“Last night, we put an end to all of it. Cause, the gang I was a part of turned out to be a cult. They were keepin’ you to be some sort of vessel for their god.”

Kat watched him carefully to see how he took the news. He nodded slowly as he drank in the details and was silent for several moments before smirking.

“So, your sweet on this Lord are ya? Or you plan on poppin’ him in the nose like you did Ricky when we were kids.”

Kat rolled her eyes and slugged Cody in the shoulder.

“Stop being such an ignoramus.”

“Oh ho! Big word for such a small girl.”

Kat groaned and rolled her eyes again. This was life with Cody, though, and she knew deep down that she would take life with him over life without him any day.

“Come on. Ma’s probably baking up a storm to take her mind off letting you sleep. She was so worried when we got home cause I carried…OH YEA! I carried your hefty ass up these stairs after fighting a Void god! You’d thing you woulda lost some damn weight,” Kat jeered. “You owe me sooo big.”

Cody fell back on the bed howling with laughter. When he sat back up he leaned over to lay a smacking kiss on his sister’s forehead and hopped out of bed.

“I don’t owe you nothin. It’s your job, remember?” He teased as he moved out of the room.

Kat sat on his bed and marveled at how normal it all felt. She was waiting to wake up, to realize that her worst fears about Cody’s return were all true. She expected to wake up kneeling at his bed and find him tormented by unspeakable horrors. She pictured him to be an unrecognizable husk of the man he once was. She sat there and waited for the worst.

But it never came.

“Kat. Get your ass down here or Ma’s gonna hover me to death!”

“Cody Tristan Lockhart! Swear jar,” Jane chided.

Some things would always be in a state of change, but the precious things, the things Kat’s happiness were made of, never seemed to change.

[ @darsacarrington for mentions. I swear, Mal will get her credit too!]

#story #storyline aftermath #cody lockhart

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cloudbattrolls · 4 years ago

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[TW for: worms (nothing graphic but still), implied attempted assault mention (again nothing graphic but still)]

The fuchsia looks up at the big annoying mansion and squints. Okay, sure, she has a skyscraper for her stuff, but she rents out most of the floors anyway, and that’s for work. Her biggest estate is for her ducks anyway.

God, she sounds like such a typical highblood just thinking that. But then, that’s why she’s here at this door that has a golden dang doorbell and intricately carved engravings on the metal door of -

- of something that got just a little bit damaged. Chipped. Barely noticeable. Because someone has clearly tried to cover it up by trying to bend it back in place with what has to be at least blueblood strength.

A proud highblood with a fancy door would just call a repair drone. They don’t need to cover anything up.

Great.

She rings the doorbell three times out of due diligence to convention and waits, but when she takes out her lockcracker, she’s not surprised to find the security system’s already been compromised and it clicks open in seconds.

Chimer walks through the definitely not suspiciously dark lobby, into the entry room and her boots hit something hard.

She looks down, squinting in the low light - trolls might be nocturnal but it’s seriously dark in here and -

- oh that’s bones.

That’s...scattered bones.

That’s a whole ass skeleton.

She sniffs. Oh yup that’s definitely the scent of remains, fresh ones, and - fuck it, she’s using her phone as a flashlight - are those tiny teethmarks?

She wouldn’t call them that but what else can be they be, little sharp divots into cracked marrow and bones with barely even scraps of flesh clinging to them? What the fuck did this? A school of piranhas, maybe, but do land piranhas exist? Is that a thing?

Fuck it, that’s probably a thing and also probably a taken band name, which sucks because she wants that band name now.

Well, that explains why he didn’t answer the door.

“Is this all coffee? I’m disappointed.”

“I’ll keep if you don’t want it, mate.”

She freezes at the sound of voices and then realizes they sound familiar, even if one is harder to place.

Oh you have got to be kidding.

“Allele, get out here, and get explaining because I have two questions and they are what, and also, the fuck.”

There’s some whispers and muffled noises she can’t quite make out and she realizes the other speaker has an accent too, a higher, stranger voice that reminds her of...

It’s her tealblood friend who steps into the room first, looking slightly guilty. Her voice is a little more hoarse than usual - almost like she has a cold.

“Oh shit, was he one of yours?”

The fuchsia rolls her eyes.

“Kinda? Not really. I was hoping he would be, but those sure were the yesternights when he had like, a face he could talk with. He seemed okay; background checks came back clean-ish, which is better than I can say for eighty percent of every other blueblood in power in this city.”

The kangaroo-moth troll winces and scratches her neck - which looks like it has some weird dark patch on it - eyes flicking from side to side. Her coat, the fuchsia notes, is clean. And there wasn’t any blood on the carpet either. Or much of anything besides bones.

“Uhhh...yeah. ‘Bout that. Not so much.”

Chimer sucks in a breath.

“How bad was it.”

Allele opens her mouth but gets interrupted by -

“Let’s just say we took a peek at his hard drive and my goodness, I think anyone who possessed even the dullest, most broken moral compass, no matter where it pointed, would agree it pointed far away from him.”

Them.

Etuuya Vannyn steps into the room, sprightly as a mountain goat, eyes practically beacons in the dark with how bright they shine yellow and green and everything makes sense now.

Chimer looks at Allele.

“Girl. Please. Higher standards? Maybe? A little? A crumb, for your good pal Chimer?”

Allele starts, head swiveling like a hootbeast’s as she looks back and forth between the pair of trolls, one nearly a foot taller with crossed arms and pressed back fins and the other, well.

The other isn’t really a troll at all.

“You two - what - how”

Her friend waves a hand.

“I’ll explain later, you explain now. Not you.” She adds, pointing at the fake jade, who mimes zipping their lips with the utmost wide-eyed innocent look. “Allele. Start talking.”

“Ok, so, we think we might’ve found the resistance - “

The taller woman raises a hand.

“Hold up. This place is clean, right? Clean as we can reasonably get it?”

Allele nods.

“Guy had his own hardcore blockers and boy do we know why now, plus we set our own background noise creator and waffler too. Couple’a more organic bugs running around as a distraction just so anyone peeking finds something, cos that’s less eye-catchy than a void.”

Chimer nods; in Civitrecce it’s always less suspicious to have a few spies running around - any absence of them will just draw others like moths to flame. So anyone smart will have their own bugs in the area looking like outside eavesdroppers to discourage or fight off the others if it becomes necessary. Of course, even your own spies can be hacked, controlled by some beastspeaker if they’re bio enough - but that’s just the risk everyone takes.

“Okay, so, you think you found the resistance. The one I have tried, and failed, to track down for half my life. My life that is way longer than yours, sport.”

Allele snorts.

“Yer also a great bleedin’ political figure, you dumbarse. They know how to hide from you, wouldn’t be very good at their jobs if they didn’t, huh?”

“Wow, I never thought of that.” Retorts the seadweller. “Yeah that’s why I totally went looking for them as myself, and also never had anyone else on the case. I am the dumbest pair of fins that ever flopped on land, ya got me, show’s over.”

Allele shakes her head.

“You don’t get it. Everything you do, just by existin’, makes some kinda impact in the data stream. They can always feel you comin’ even if you try to be quiet cos you’re like a carp in a pond of minnows. Sure the other carp won’t notice you, but the minnows will even if you swim slow. Folks you set on the case got that connection too. You’re just proper fucked, not your fault really.”

Chimer grinds her teeth, fins ruffling in disappointment. It makes sense and she hates it. It’s just - if she could find them and help them, they could achieve so much. It’s risky, but if even half the rumors she’s heard about the kind of psiionics they have are true...

“Right. Fine. Spiffy. So what does the resistance have to do with this guy?”

Allele brightens up, but lowers her voice.

“Cause we think we found one of ‘em and they offered us a reward for taking him out and retrieving his data.”

“What kind of reward?”

“Info, what else. Not like they have a ton of cash to throw around. Not legit stuff anyway.”

Chimer considers this. From the very little she’s been able to pin down about the resistance - and their mode of operations has changed throughout the sweeps anyway, though always with an obvious emphasis on secrecy - that does match up.

They rarely rob their victims directly, or else no one’s been able to catch them at it, because electronic fund thefts are too easy to trace in the city - there’s a whole legislacerator branch dedicated to it.

They’ve ripped caegers away from highbloods before to expose them for corruption and let their fellows swoop in and tear them apart, or ruined businesses by crashing their stock, but their tack is usually redistributing the wealth to the city’s lowbloods en masse. Generous, also makes it basically impossible to track to its source when divided up so small.

“Wait. ‘We?’ Just how long have you two been up to murdershenanigans? I mean - dumbass question, you’re both murdershenanigans types, but like, together. As an unholy duo.”

Allele looks guilty and then defensive, her muscular, scarred arms crossing to mirror the fuchsia’s own.

“Some perigees. What’s it to you? I didn’t know you knew ‘em. Besides, they’re good at it and they know a lot, s’nice to work with an older troll and pick things up.”

The fuchsia groans.

“Allele. I mean this in the nicest possible way, but you’re off your goddang rocker. Do you actually know anything about what you’re standing next to? They’re imperial.”

“Were.” She insists. “Just like me! They told me and I looked some stuff up. M’not stupid, Chimer.”

The teal’s tone is resentful and ugh, she guesses she should be nicer but why them.

Especially with the fucking skeleton on the floor.

The rainbowdrinker is apparently so unconcerned by the conversation that they have...pulled out a swap and are playing lusus passing.

All right then.

“Fine. Cool. What did this guy do? What data did they want you to get?”

“Lists of bribes.” Allele says, much more somber now. “Trolls he bribed to ignore his shit.” She shudders. “There were a lot.”

“Bribes for -“

“Lowblood fighting rings. And worse.” Interjects the drinker, looking up. “Much worse. He trafficked in everything if someone was selling along his shipping routes. Even had deals with the Neishis.”

They must know. They must know what that name means to her, but there’s no smug satisfaction or knowing smile. Their face is deathly serious, all former levity gone.

Do they...care? Actually care?

If what they’re saying is true - and Allele believes them - then they technically did her a favor by stopping her before she could reach out to him, and it sounds like...

No, she’s got to be sane. This isn’t how things should be handled. She can’t let her own feelings get in the way; that’s what all her enemies expect from her.

“So the solution was not coming to me but eating him. Yeah, that sounds legit.”

“Didn’t even leave me anything for jerky.” Complains the teal.

Chimer gives her a look that speaks volumes and all of them are punctuated five exclamation points deep.

“Hey, it’s my thing.” Mumbles the teal defensively, looking down. “Waste not, all that shit.”

“You’ve got no good excuse for your power trip cannibalism, you weirdo. At least they don’t have a choice. But...”

The seadweller’s voice trails off as she looks at the empty sockets of the skeleton, the picked-clean vertebrae. This was a whole troll, not a small one, and now he’s just...remains.

“How, and why, did he wind up like this. Don’t you only drink blood?”

“Mmhmhm...technically. But given I am...unusual, I can also pulp flesh into liquid and drink it if I want to. It’s often not worth the effort, but I was hungry...and mad.”

Their little laugh creeps her out, and how do they do that. Just what type of drinker are they?

She knows they were designed as some kind of spy system, but she never knew the details of Rhomox’s project - hardly wanted to spend more time talking to the guy than she had to, he was insufferable, and the caverns weren’t releasing anything at the time.

“Allele. Come on. I don’t care if you wanna kill random clowns or legis or whatever but this is gonna have consequences and leave a power vacuum. He could well get replaced by someone worse.”

She shakes her head.

“Almost no one as bad as him even among highbloods. And we know cause he took...he took so many photos. I was almost sick.”

Her old friend does look ill at the very thought, and the drinker simply looks unreadable, watchful.

The seadweller sighs and puts two fingers to her forehead.

“Fine. I’ll accept he maybe deserved this but did you have to kill him in his own hive, his hive I was last seen entering and my staff knew I was going to visit, so there are records? This is gonna look really fucking bad for me.”

Allele’s mouth opens in surprise and then she shuts it, looking chastened.

“No. I made sure I was caught by a delayed camera drone, but that miss Yorkyt was not. This is just an unfortunate drinker attack you stumbled on.”

The teal spins to face her companion.

“What! You didn’t tell me that.”

“We were a little busy disabling all the guard droids, hmm? You’re welcome.”

She looks a bit thrown, but nods.

Chimer snorts.

“Yeah, drinker attack. What kind of drinker does this? Sure you’re not a really chatty zombie?”

They look at her, head tilted, and then hold up their arm, sleeve falling down so their slim wrist is exposed.

Something wriggling pokes out of the skin, one, two, several of them gleaming white and as she leans closer to look she sees they have...fangs.

Then they all go back in, and her eyebrows have climbed into hairline.

“Huh.”

So that’s what Epsilo is so afraid of. That’s what attacked Amdzah...but he only had two bite marks in his neck, the standard drinker punctures. Nothing like this.

That’s what Claire keeps around.

That’s what Allele is insane enough to ally with.

“Well that’s a thing. Hey, Allele.”

“Yeah?”

“Where did you misplace your mind, maybe we can claim it at the lost and found.”

The assassin scowls, her long angular face twisted in a frown.

“Aren’t ya supposed to be accepting and all that junk?”

“Sure, and I’m also supposed to use my thinkpan.”

“They’re right here, don’t be fuckin’ rude.”

She rolls her eyes.

“All right. Shoot. Sell me on why this is actually smart and they’re not just going to eat us too.”

Allele makes an offended noise, then coughs, but the drinker simply looks at her with amusement.

“Well, I’m full at the moment for one thing. And for another, I happen to respect you and miss Yorkyt. You don’t deserve what I did to him. Though it was rather fun.”

Morbid curiosity pushes her onward, even though the fuchsia knows she might well regret it.

“...what happened.”

“We disabled his systems and his droids, Allele knocked out the few troll staff and got them away via transportalizer. He tried to attack her and she fended him off a perfectly decent blast, but he was clearly on some sort of steroids and even a sonic wail didn’t do much to him. He got his hands round her neck and was about to tear her coat off...and that’s when I tackled him down.”

Their eyes glow brightly again and they smile, long needle teeth showing.

“I swarmed out into his body and it’s funny, how even the biggest most muscular troll will writhe when their innards are being devoured.” They say in a soft voice.

“It’s funny how they’ll scream and beg and curse, being at the mercy of someone else, when they get such a kick out of doing it to others. Of course, when I ate his tongue he couldn’t curse anymore, though his eyes were certainly enough to get the message across, and when I ate his throat...mmhmhm. And then I ate his hateful eyes, and the rest of him followed.”

Allele’s hoarseness. That dark spot has to be a bruise.

Chimer clenches her fists.

“That’s not...for fuck’s sake. We can’t just eat and kill who we want because they’re bastards. Look I get it, this guy was absolutely evil and creeping Sufferer I would’ve wanted to kill him myself but this wasn’t the way to solve it. If you’d brought me evidence I could’ve - ”

“ - had him in front of a legislacerator court, miss Latrai? I guarantee he would’ve already had bribes or blackmail on half the jury. Or would you give him to the lowbloods whose quadrants he and his trolls abused? Poetic justice, certainly, but they would be culled for it if they were found out, and everything gets found out here.”

She hisses, fins fluffed out in sheer irritation. It makes sense, it all makes shitty annoying sense.

“An’ you couldn’t have locked him up yourself,” Allele chips in, “cause you would’ve been discovered too.”

“Yeah, thanks, brah. Really what I need to hear right now.”

She fixes the - whatever they are - with a glare.

“I don’t see why I shouldn’t just kill you.”

Tuuya tilts their head again, their wavy hair bobbing.

“No reason, really. Would you like to? I have a weapon that can do it.”

She blinks.

“Are you serious.”

“Of course. Being killed by you would be a decent way to go.”

“No! What? You can’t! Why?”

Allele winces and rubs her throat after her cry, but looks at them confused and hurt.

They look back at her calmly.

“I deserve this, miss Yorkyt. I am no hypocrite. I tried to end my own undead existence long ago, but being what I am, it is impossible. My worms will always stop me. So I need someone else to do it, someone who deserves to kill me, and miss Latrai is perfect for the job. The fuchsia who tries so hard to see justice done in a fundamentally unjust world, moirail of Sevenn Tarann. She kills a monster and the world is a little better for it. That’s nice, isn’t it?”

This is weird. This is so weird. She expected them to fight her. To protest. But they really are willing? Unless it’s some kind of trick.

They pull out a long knife and hand it to her.

“It gets superheated.” They advise her. “The casing and guard will protect you from the worst of the convection. Be careful to get every last worm, or I could come back.”

They stand patiently, hands clasped.

Allele looks...upset. Somehow. Is that how Claire would feel? Do they have other people who care about them? They’re creepy, but...Margol seems to like them too.

Stupid. She should just...do it. Get it over with. Get rid of the threat not only to trolls in general but mutants and limes if the empire ever got their hands on them again. Eliminate the risk.

Aren’t ya supposed to be accepting and all that junk?

There are limits, right? No one can complain about her killing a worm swarm. It’s not like killing a mutant or a lime or anyone else the empire has decided is too weak to be allowed to live. And they’re sadistic. Killing that blueblood was a delight for them, not an unfortunate duty.

She doubts they always restrict themselves to morally bankrupt victims either. They’ve probably drank from plenty of lowbloods who can’t afford to be weakened that way.

Claire would be better off without them. So would Allele. Look what they did to Amdzah; they could snap any time.

But Amdzah only had the one wound, and even Epsilo said he turned up with it bandaged...

UGH.

“I can’t.” She growls. “I’d get too much flack for it. I don’t need more problems right now, dealing with this is enough. You two realize it’s not just him, right? You wanna do this properly, you’re gonna have to take down his whole network.”

“Duh.” Says the teal, rolling her eyes. “What did you think we were gonna do?”

She looks not a little bit relieved.

The drinker’s face is unreadable.

“So you won’t, then?”

“Nope, sorry.”

The fuchsia hands the knife back. They put it away in their sylladex.

“If you change your mind, you are welcome to.” They state.

“Cooool. Anyway, we should all make ourselves scarce. Tell me how it goes with your maybe-a-resistance contact.”

With that the politician turns and leaves, back out the damaged door into the moonlight. She sighs, running a hand through her hair.

Nothing’s ever simple, is it. Nothing’s ever easy, doing it her way. Sometimes she envies her teal friend and her uncomplicated morals.

But someone has to believe in a better way, no matter how unrealistic it is. No matter how hard it is to get there.

Whatever Cherie says, it’s not just because of how she was made, whose soul she got. She chose it. She’ll keep choosing it.

No matter what.

#when I am not sick I wanna record Tuuya’s awful little laugh #cloud writes #etuuya vannyn #Chimer Latrai #allele yorkyt #I have more important things to do but alas self-indulgent drabble time

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httpmyheroes · 4 years ago

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light the way. shouto todoroki x reader (1)

pairing. shouto todoroki x reader

genre. fantasy au, slow burn but only in theory, eventual smut

wordcount. 2577

note. reader’s an idiot, but they’re trying, also i just really wanted to write something in a fantasy au, and prince shouto is *chef’s kiss* also i wrote this at like four am, so if it doesn’t make sense sorry lads. also this is more a prologue if anything else

— a gnawing thought at the back of your head keeps chiding your impulsive choices, mistakes you would do again fill you with doubt, and as you try to create a new, normal, life for yourself, somewhere safe and without worry you realize it might have been easier to find one if you’d never talked to the crown prince. well, you weren’t known for your common sense, and definitely not for your luck.

THERE’S A WEIRD FEELING IN the pit of your stomach, you begrudgingly acknowledge the feeling as worry, or maybe it was the berries you ate a few miles ago? You remembered reading something about bright blue berries. In either case you try to push the feeling down, hope it’s not the latter— You spend the last of your coin at the market two towns ago to buy the sturdy pair of boots for your trip through the mountains so unless you stumbled upon a particularly rich fellow without any guards around you really didn’t have the money to buy some medicine, and move on further through the woods.

You know the path is close by, and most likely much easier to walk on than the uneven grounds of the forest you’ve doomed yourself for, but you feel more comfortable between the trees, the reminiscent tug of home always pulling you back into the dense greenery and with all the things you’ve repressed and left behind, you allow yourself to at least give into that.

You didn’t know why you decided to head to the capital, well apart from delivering the letter, but you didn’t have a back up plan figured out if that didn’t work out, you’d hoped you would have figured out an answer to that question during your trip to the mountains, but all you figured out was how to climb the side of a ravine. Useful, but not what you necessarily needed, and something you really should have known before deciding to take the mountain route. You could have just taken the main route between Ignia and Caeli, but it would have taken much longer, plus you wouldn’t have been able to pick hopefully not poisonous berries.

You hoisted yourself onto another rock with ease you definitely did not own at the start of your journey ( for a second you wondered if maybe arm wrestling people was a good source of income ), and realized the feeling in your stomach was your subconscious trying to tell you, you might have gotten lost again.

You looked around from your slight vantage point, then tried your hardest to hear any sound from the road, all that greeted your ears was the chirping of birds. Your shoulders sagged.

Yeah, you were lost. Again.

This is why they make roads, you bitterly chided yourself.

With a jump you land back onto the forest ground mentally going over what you would do if you were too far lost in the woods, the last time that had happened you didn't have the supplies or knowledge you did now, you could make a campfire with ease, set up camp ever better, in any and all worst case scenarios you could easily just live in the woods, and these weren't the dark ever night woods that held unspeakable monsters in every dark corner so in theory you would have been fine.

But in theory you also would have been fine in Ceali, or even up in the mountains, or even in the ever night woods as long as you weren't trudging through it alone, in practice however your conscious wouldn't allow you to just take it easy and call it a day, you had people to meet, things to do, rights to wrong— Or whatever Momo's speech had consisted of before you parted ways, you didn't much remember, you'd kind of tuned her out, you still felt a little bad about that.

Before you could swallow yourself too far into self-pity however you heard a noise in the distance.

Immediately you perked up at the distinct noise of a human voice, even though lost you knew no magical creatures dared to wage their luck in Ignia, maybe down in the smaller villages a rogue giant might make their home, but this close to the capital ( you hope you were still close to the capital at least ) you could easily let the weight of danger slip of your shoulders.

You shrugged off your pack as quietly as you could tucking it somewhere between the roots of a tree out of sight and keeping close to the bushes you crept forward. Not the best way to approach a possible new friend, but you'd learned the hard way not everyone was as nice as you, and if you got lucky and it did end up being a rich fellow without anyone guarding him, well you did need the money— Maybe you weren't as nice as you made yourself out to be, but times were tough.

When you peeked through the bushes you found a lack of giants and rich fellows down on their luck, what you did see however was a short man with green tousled hair making pathetic sputtering noises as he desperately tried to pull his foot out of a hole between some tree roots.

For a second you considered leaving him to his fate the last remainder of your common sense chiding you and reminding you this could easily just be a trap, then you saw how panicked he was starting to look and realized no one would be willing to look that embarrassing just to rob some poor lost passerby.

With a sigh you pushed your way through the bushes catching the attention of the now flustered man.

You gestured to the roots and his foot with one hand. “You stuck?”

Of course he was stuck, you thought to yourself, it’d been a while since you’d talked to anyone, you really needed to brush up on your social skills.

His face heated up briefly, his leg twitched like he’d tried one more tug to save his dignity, you felt bad you didn’t care that much, before he nodded sheepishly. “I uh— Y-Yeah— ” he stumbled over his words, his voice an octave higher than you expected. “I lost my footing and when I tried to get back on track—” He pulled his shoulders up as if he wanted to bury himself in the ground. “W-Well—”

“Don’t worry,” you said quickly, taking a stride forward. “Happens to the best of us.”

You glanced down at your left foot remembering your predicament two weeks ago, but you didn’t feel like telling him about that.

You move forward eyes peeking down at his foot stuck in the roots, most likely when trying to get back in balance he’d taken a misstep on the roots and sunk right trough, almost frighteningly you realized that meant he had some muscle on him, it conflicted with his baby face, you didn’t know how to feel about that, so you didn’t. Instead you reached down pushing your hands both sides of the roots where his foot was stuck, you turned your head to him.

“Pull back on the count of three,” you instructed and when you received an albeit hesitant nod, you turned back around and started your countdown.

His name was Izuku. He asked you what you were doing in the woods, he looked a lot less embarrassed when you admitted you were lost through gritted teeth and heated up cheeks. When you tried to ask him if he was doing okay, he assured you he was fine, thanking you for helping out.

You tried to push a little more when he took a seat on a nearby tree trunk, you knew getting stuck between roots could get some nasty bruises on your ankle, but didn’t know how to ask him it without revealing your own short-comings, and since he looked like the type for second hand-embarrassment you decided against it. Instead you told him to give you a second and you’d get him some water, which wasn’t in your best interest since you didn’t know whether you’d cross some running water soon, but you still felt bad about the quick thoughts of robbing him that had crossed you.

So even when he tried to splutter out something about being fine you retreated back behind the bushes you’d popped out of to get back to your pack still tucked where you’d left it.

Crouching down you rummaged for a second pulling out the small flask the pink demon you’d met at the border between the human and fey realm had given you.

Before you could stand back up however a blade pressed onto your throat.

“What are you doing in these woods?” a smooth voice spoke up from besides you.

Your eyes veered next to you to the owner of the voice and you gulped nervously at the pair of heterochromia eyes staring back at you, one silver, one a bright azure, narrowed, distrustful, and definitely ready to make you regret any suspicious movement.

Naturally your common sense checked out for the day at that moment and you answered with a nervous: “Uuh.”

For some reason your answer didn’t satisfy him and he pushed his blade a bit harder, but you noticed a twinge of something behind his eyes, a look you hadn’t seen often as you crossed the continent, you felt your shoulder relax slightly. He wasn’t going to hurt you, he seemed to be having trouble only putting the blade against your neck.

“Answer me,” he spoke. “Why are you trespassing—”

“Shouto!”

The sudden voice of Izuku echoed through the woods as he poked his head through the bushes, his eyes landed on you on your knees with a blade on your neck and a look of panic crossed him as he scrambled forward.

“They’re fine!” Izuku quickly spoke up, he tried to move so fast he almost tripped over. “They helped me out, they’re nice. They got lost!”

Whoever Izuku might be to the stranger, Shouto, they must at least have been friends because without any more questions he pulled back the blade from your neck, but he still didn’t look any happier to see you in the woods.

Then it hit you.

“Trespassing?” you echoed, for a second you panicked jumping up. “Wait where am I? You own these woods?”

You noticed his clothing seemed to be of nobility. The devil on your shoulder whispered something about being able to take Izuku, and you really needed the money anyway, what was the harm—

Shouto however seemed perplexed by your question, he paused for a second looking you up and down bruised and covered in dirt, before he met your eyes again. “You— You don’t know who I am?” His frown deepened when you looked around confused as if waiting for a punchline to a joke. “Who are you?”

You tried to rack your brain for heterochromia nobility with red and white mismatched hair, and realized you really should have read up about Ignia before crossing the border into it. You scratched the back of your head, face flushing with embarrassment for the briefest of seconds thanks to the intensity of his perplexed gaze.

“I uh— “ You hesitated, you couldn’t really tell him the truth of who you were so you just decided to dodge that question. “Should I know you?”

Shouto shared a look with Izuku, who seemed equally surprised, you didn’t feel like being arrested and punished for being rude to nobility so you quickly scrambled to pick up your pack, and booking it back to the road.

“I’m sorry,” you said swiftly, turning to run away. “For trespassing, and uh— Not knowing you I guess, I um— I just got lost and, you know, just point in the general direction of the road I’ll find it.”

You wouldn’t, but they didn’t have to know that. You turned your head hoping Izuku would help you out before his friend could arrest you for not bowing or something, you didn’t know customs that well, you’d been living in the wilderness for the past few months, you’d forgotten all your etiquette, both by choice and by accident.

Before he could help you out however, you stumbled in your step.

Shouto was the first to shoot forward as you felt yourself grow dizzy, a hand grabbing onto your bicep as you felt your stomach drop again.

“Damnit,” you muttered feeling something push up. “I don’t think those berries were good for me.”

Shouto frowned as he tried to steady you. “Berries? What—”

Before he could finish the question you pushed him backwards and turned to your side throwing up the remnants of your breakfast. Yeah, maybe you shouldn’t have eaten those bright blue berries, that one's on you. You were just glad you didn’t puke on either the men near you, that would have been worse, you would have gladly let Shouto run you through with his blade if that happened. You tried to rack your brain on what it was you read about bright blue berries, it wasn’t poison.

Somewhere between coughing up the last remnants of food you’d managed to find in the past few days and pathetically dry heaving, Shouto and Izuku had managed to sit you down on a nearby boulder, fishing out your own flask from your pack and letting you drink some well needed water.

“Are you feeling okay?” Izuku asked nervously.

You groaned, taking another swig of the water, maybe you should become an alcoholic after this. “I really gotta watch what I eat,” you muttered under your breath, rubbing your head and pointed your thumb somewhere behind you. “Unrelated questions are those bright blue berries a few miles back poisonous or just bad on the stomach.”

Izuku looked even more worried, which just made you look up at him with a look of fear crossing your face before he waved his hands. “Not poisonous!” he squicked out. “Just— You know you ate rotten berries right?”

You sniffed. “I thought berries just tasted bad here.”

Izuku looked at you with a newfound pity, your eyes veered to his companion next to him, you were still trying to rack your brain on the name Shouto, with no luck of course. He looked at you curiously, but you could see a hint of concern behind his eyes, and another hint of amusement, which you didn’t appreciate, but at least you were pathetic in a funny way.

“Where are you from?” Shouto asked, suddenly breaking the silence.

You thought fast. “Pretty far East, small village.” Technically not a lie. “Past Ceali.”

Izuku suddenly looked surprised. “You traveled that far.”

You half expected him to add an ‘without dying,’ but he seemed to be nice enough not to do to that to you.

“It’s been…” you trailed off looking for the right word. “An experience.”

For the first time since you’ve met him Shouto looked almost curiously. “Why did you come to Ignia?”

“I’m looking for the prince,” you answered casually, before you realized.

Shouto tensed up, but you were too busy peering down your flask for a drop of water to notice.

“Why?” he asked tentatively, his hand seemed to itch for his sword.

You put down the flask and looked up towards the noble you definitely should not be telling this to trying to quickly cover your tracks and say ‘Just kidding’, but you remember too late what you read about the bright blue berries and their usage.

“I’ve got a letter from the Fey king,” you blurted out. “He wants to make a peace treaty with the prince, but only if the king steps down.”

You paused for a second, remembering the passage about truth serum.

“Uh,” you said. “Can you forget I said that?”

You should have never left the road.

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You'll write joffnick? Oh thank goodness,, now I can request,, my boys,, so my request is Joff and Nick going on their first date? And nick is super nervous,, while joff is really calm and happy he gets to go on a date with nick,, so a fluffy date ensues,, and then nick kisses Joff and Joff is ,, like super embarrassed? He can't even talk for the rest of the night!!?

*aggressive clapping begins* YES NONNY MAKE TRASH MOM PROUD (in all seriousness I love this so much??? I love the whole opposite’s attract thing and there’s nothing like the gentle boy and his exciteable boy being cuties together)

Nick was suddenly realizing what it meant to truly be terrified. Sure, he was a hero and faced villains who wanted to destroy him at least a couple times a week, but this was something he’d never been up against: A date with his crush. He was beyond panicked, beyond nervous, and beyond terrified at this point, now that he really thought about it. He’d arrived at the cozy little restaurant nearly an hour early, and he already had found several decent exits in case of an emergency. Right now, the window to his left was the best option he had, and he was seriously considering launching out of it when Joff hurried over, a content smile on his face.

“Greetings, Nick. I apologize if I happen to be late.”, he murmured, sliding into the booth. “There was a commotion in the plaza, and I found that my assistance was needed to help dissolve the tension.”, he explained, picking up the menu to look over his options.

“Oh, it’s no trouble dude! You’re actually ten minutes early!”, Nick replied, his brain catching on fire when he realized it was too late to back out now. He picked up his own menu and pretended to look it over, acting as if he didn’t have his order memorized already so he couldn’t flub it. Not only did he want to avoid sounding like an idiot in front of his date, he also wanted to avoid offending him. He’d done plenty of research on the diet Shaolin Monks practiced, partially out of curiosity when he Joff mentioned he only drank room temperature water, and partially because he didn’t want Joff to be stuck in a restaurant where he couldn’t eat anything.

“Is the vegetable stir fry here good?”, Joff asked, peeking his head over the top of his menu to look at Nick. The action probably wasn’t even really cute or anything, but it still brought a rush of blood to the army man’s cheeks.

“I haven’t tried it myself, but I’ve heard it’s really good. My cousin Jake sells a lot of produce to this place, so I know they actually use fresh vegetables and stuff like they advertise.”, he replied, grinning as he felt some of the nervous butterflies settling down. Joff nodded, glancing back down at the menu before he folded it and set it down.

“I think I’ll have that, then. Do you think to ask for them to add ginger would be too much?”, he wondered, pausing as he thought it over. Nick couldn’t help but laugh at the question, making sure to keep his voice down since this was a rather nice place. Joff was such a… Well, such a Joff! He was the sort of guy to who would ask a mugger very politely to not rob him, and instead point them towards a place that was hiring so that they wouldn’t end up spiraling down the path of villainy. Hell, Nick was pretty sure that had happened at least twice to the guy! It was honestly part of what drew him to the monk, his quiet, soft-spoken ways providing a great foil for his brash, reckless lifestyle.

“Joff, I’m 100% certain that you asking for ginger wouldn’t be any sort of trouble at all. The staff here are super friendly and chill, you could probably ask for them to sing you a lullaby while you sleep and they’d oblige.”, he finally replied, shooting the man a little grin. Joff nodded once more, returning the grin with a gentle smile of his own. They two placed their orders the next time a waitress came around, and the staff really had no problems adding some ginger to Joff’s dish. The extra assurance that he wasn’t bringing any inconvenience to the chefs brought a bright smile to the monk’s face, one that Nick swore rivaled his own Blinding Teeth power move!

The two ate in relative silence, occasional small talk being traded as they enjoyed their meals. General stuff, like “How was your day?” and “Did you see Drupe’s new post on winter fashion?”. The usual stuff they talked about whenever they’d hang out as just friends. Any tension that Nick had felt earlier slowly dissipated as the night wore on, a loving affection for the gentle man filling his heart instead. It was a very pleasant feeling, one that he embraced without even a moment’s hesitation. He’d worried that asking Joff on a date would make things weird between them, maybe even ruin their friendship, but it just seemed to make it even better.

As night fell and the two left the restaurant, idle conversation being murmured back and forth as they walked arm in arm, Nick realized that this was it. He’d looked over at Joff to better hear one of his stories about the monastery, and felt his heart begin to race like he was in basic training all over again. Even though it was probably a little rude-Joff was in the middle of a story after all-he found himself leaning over and pressing a kiss to the man’s lips.

Joff was equally confused and ecstatic, at least until he remembered that this was his first kiss and oh he didn’t know what to do at all! His face heated up as he copied what Nick was doing, trembling slightly as he let his hand rest on his shoulder. In his mind he had himself convinced he only did it because it was what happened in all those cheesy romance movies Nick secretly adored, but in reality, it was because if he didn’t have a grip on something he would’ve fainted.

After what felt like a few years, but was really only a couple seconds, Nick pulled away with a satisfied grin on his face. Joff was still pink in the face; his mouth opening and closing without any sound coming out. His date just laughed softly, letting his arm slip around the other’s waist as they started walking again. A comfortable silence settled over the two like a warm blanket fresh out of the dryer, and soon they found themselves outside of Joff’s home.

Before he could even begin to say goodbye, Nick let out a very surprised noise when Joff kissed him fiercely. By the time he was able to remember that words existed, the other man had rushed into his home after squeaking out a goodbye. The army man saw an anxious looking face peek at out him through the curtains, and he grinned before he blew his best friend turned possible boyfriend a kiss. He walked off after he saw Joff’s fist catch the kiss and press it against his heart, a light, airy feeling filling his head.

So maybe he’d been super nervous and scared when the date began, but so what? He’d gotten not one, not three, but TWO kisses from his favorite Shaolin Monk! And that seemed to make the earlier dread absolutely, 100% worth it in his eyes…

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warriorqueen1991 · 7 years ago

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Memoria (pt. Ten)

Characters: Sam X Claire

Warnings: tiny bit of angst, fluffy shit…like alot lol, some sexual situations ;)

Notes: ENJOY ♡♡♡

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The sound of birds woke Claire from her restful sleep, her hands running slowly up Sam’s warm body as she stretched. She had no idea what time it was, and at the moment she really didn’t care.

A soft smile danced across her lips as she took in the sight below her.

Sam was snoring lightly, his silver hair beautifully disheveled, the hand that had been resting on her back had slid down to gently rest above her hips, his fingers twitching slightly.

Letting her smile grow, she rested her chin on her hands as she laid on his chest.

Her fingers idly playing with the spatter of hair that dusted his skin.

She loved how peaceful he looked.

No nightmares.

No worries.

No pain.

She continued to watch him sleep as her hands moved to caress his sides.

She wished he could see how perfect he was.

“Sam” she whispered, kissing his chest as she moved her hands slowly back up his torso.

A low chuckle vibrated up through his chest causing her to laugh against his skin.

Ok, now this was adorable

He jerked slightly at her touch, pushing her hands away “cut it out” he laughed in a low mumble, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

His body shifted gently under her weight

She giggled nipping just below his ribs “not a chance”.

He wrinkled his nose, chuckling as she caressed back down his sides, his hands snapping up to snatch up her wrists when she grazed the skin above his hip bones.

Claire erupted in laughter as he opened his eyes to look at her, a wide smile adorning his handsome face.

“What’s wrong Sam?” she giggled moving her legs so that she was straddling his waist. He released her wrists to splay his hands on her thighs, “you’re a cruel woman, robbing me of my beauty sleep” he drawled closing his eyes.

Cruel huh?

Claire smirked before going right for his sensitive skin.

His eyes opening wide as he burst into laughter grabbing her wrist “Cl..Claire, sto…stop” he gasped as he twisted underneath her before rolling over so that she was beneath him, a short scream of laughter erupting from her as he pinned her wrist above her head.

They both continued to laugh before his smile softened, his face leaning down to press his lips against hers. His hands releasing her wrists to trail down them softly. His long fingers gripping her hips, bunching her shirt up slightly.

Claire reached up to cup his face as their lips moved together, slowly. He sighed opening his eyes to look at her as she rubbed his cheek gently, before leaning up to press her head against his.

“We should get off the floor” he chuckled nuzzling her face before sitting up. His face twisting in pain as he leaned back over her with a grown “shit”.

Claire furrowed her brow cupping his face in her hands “oh my god, are you ok?”

He winced “maybe sleeping on the floor wasn’t the best idea…not as young as I used to be”, she giggled bringing his head to rest against her chest as he rubbed his lower back.

Kissing the top of his head, her hand rubbed his arm as she ushered him up.

“Ok, move back”.

He winced as he obeyed, scooting off her lap gently.

Claire moved in behind him, leaning against the wall, gesturing for him to scoot back between her legs. Reaching up she moved her hands down his spine causing him to gasp arching his back.

Her hands on his body was like fire to kindling, they belonged together.

She smiled adding some pressure before moving them back up his spine, then down his shoulder blades to his lower back, where she began kneading his tense flesh. Sam rolled his head back with a loud groan, panting slightly as he gripped his thighs.

Claire bit her lip

Mother of god, this was hot.

She messaged over some of his more troubled areas, before rubbing the back of his neck.

The noises coming from Sam were downright sinful.

She breathed out a heavy sigh making one last pass down his body.

He purred rolling his spine with her hands.

“ahhhh god, Claire”

“oh wow” she gasped pressing her head between his shoulders “ok” she breathed out “enough of that” she chuckled lightly at how worked up he was getting her.

Sam noticed her heavy breathing, turning to look at her over his shoulder he smiled “you ok?”

She laughed shaking her head against his bare back rubbing his shoulders “just peachy”.

He chuckled “Wasn’t something I did, was it?”

She eyed him suspiciously before her eyes widened, growling she swatted his shoulder playfully.

“oh, you think you’re real funny dont’cha?”

“I have my moments” he grinned

Leaning back against the wall, she sighed running her hands through her hair in frustration.

He laughed, leaning back against her “what’s wrong Claire?” he mocked her previous statement, his voice deep and husky.

She narrowed her eyes at him, as he leaned his head back against her shoulder, there cheeks touching.

Shaking her head she chuckled “ass”

He scoffed, closing his eyes as she rubbed his chest absentmindedly.

“hmmm”

Her smile quickly vanished as she noticed the wicked smile that suddenly spread across his face “Sam, don’t you dare…” she jerked her hands away from his skin just as he arched his back. Raking his hands down his body sensually as he let out the most pornographic noise she had ever heard. She groaned shoving him forward as he erupted in laughter “god, don’t do that” she breathed out heavily “jesus christ, Sam”.

He moved so that he was facing her, laughing harder at her flustered appearance. Jabbing his finger at her he chuckled “consider it payback for tickling me”.

Claire ran her hand over her face letting out a deep breath as he continued to laugh.

“You’re evil” she groaned.

He chuckled, his voice lowering as he leaned forward “did ya enjoy that, Claire?” his smile widened, his tongue peeking out between his teeth as he waggled his eyebrows.

Oh he sure was feeling confident today.

She loved it.

Pursing her lips she gave him a teasing smirk “oh, Sam honey…I absolutely love the sounds you make for me”. She purred, getting on all fours to crawl the small distance to him, sitting on his lap.

“But…” she paused not sure how far he wanted to take this.

She frowned, she could almost see the wind being taken from his sails.

He sighed “fuck after my little break down last night…I must look like a fucking idiot”.

She gave him a soft smile

“Sam were flirting, we can do anything you’re comfortable with” she whispered in his ear, giggling as he nipped her neck, gripping her thighs.

“I know” he growled, another deep sigh escaping his lips as he kissed the side of her head. “I just wish, I could get out of my own damn way for once”.

She gave him a tight lipped smile hugging him close “we’ll get there Sam”. He nodded against her shoulder before raising his face to give her a questioning look “did you call me honey?”

She blushed covering her face “shit, did I make it weird?” chuckling he shook his head rubbing their noses together “nah…I liked it”.

She snickered pulling his face to hers so that she could kiss him passionately.

Smiling beneath her lips he closed his eyes “we really should get off the floor, sometime today” he laughed as she scratched at his salt and pepper scruff.

“Truthfully?” she smiled against his lips before moving in to whisper against his ear “I could stay on this damn floor forever, with you”.

He could of swore his heart skipped a beat.

He smiled tugging on her sides as he laid back on the carpet effectively pulling her on top of him.

Gasping she sat up with a worried expression as his hands gripped her shirt “Sam…are you…I’m..we..” he nodded leaning up to press his lips against her open mouth, running his hands up her sides dragging her shirt up with them.

She paused, meeting his heated gaze as his hands rested just below her still covered breast.

“I’m ok, Claire”

“you sure?”

He smiled closing his eyes with a slight groan “very”

Leaning down she pressed in over him as he laid back down.

His breathing picked up but he focused on her, as she placed open mouthed kisses against his throat sucking on his adam’s apple. He groaned turning his head to give her more access to him his eyes sliding shut as he gripped her sides.

Claire paused to watch his reactions closely “ok?” she whispered, he nodded. Her hands caressing the sides of his face gently, her thumbs rubbing the skin below his eyes in hopes of soothing any dark thoughts.

He moaned, arching up beneath her when she ducked down to suck harder on his tender skin.

He winced making her stop “could you…uh..” she gasped quickly moving to get off him but he grabbed her wrists shaking his head “just…talk to me…please” he rasped. She smiled leaning back down to suck on the flesh behind his ear “of course I can, honey”.

She rolled her hips against him

“do you like how I make you feel, Sam?”

He groaned roughly, his mouth slightly open as he panted grabbing her ass making her giggle as she pulled at his flesh with her teeth.

“it’s always the quiet ones”

He grunted, a drunken smile on his lips “I’m… ju…just expressing my gratitude” his breath hitching in pleasure as she writhed above him. Claire smiled “I’m lovin the confidence today” he opened his eyes to look at her “just happy, I guess” Claire stopped her movements.

“your happy?”

He smiled “of course I am…you make me happy”

Her eyes misted over as he cupped her face kissing her with so much passion she couldn’t help but let the tears slide down her cheeks.

“you make me happy to Sam” she whispered in his ear hugging him tightly as he ran his hand through her black locks. He pressed his head in the crook of her neck “I don’t think I ever thanked you, for everything” he rasped. She kissed his hair rubbing his back “you’re very welcome, honey” he chuckled nuzzling her neck as he pulled her tightly into his embrace.

Letting out a deep sigh, she sat up on his waist, her hands running slowly down his chest. He ran his hands back up her stomach, smoothing her shirt back down, he gave her a sad smile “sorry….I uh kinda killed the mood didn’t I?” he rasped. She shook her head wiping her tears away with a grin as she got to her feet offering him her hand “slow and steady remember?” he chuckled grasping her soft hand.

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Sam and Claire lay on her large couch a bowl of fruit sitting perched on her stomach as she leaned back on his chest, his long legs stretched out on either side of her. His arms wrapped loosely around her shoulders as he rested his head on top of hers. Claire popped a grape in her mouth before offering one up to his, he smiled letting her feed him.

“What did you think of me, that first day?” he mumbled into her hair moving his face to her shoulder. She smiled reaching back to run her fingers through his hair, “I thought you were a very shy, sad and angry man” her voice was soft but full of truth. She sighed as she felt him tense up behind her, she rubbed his arm turning her face slightly to look at him “but I quickly realized that even if you were all of those things, you were also kind, handsome and most of all scared”.

He sighed closing his eyes “I never would’ve survived without you”

She frowned pressing her lips to his cheek letting it linger as she rubbed his cheek “I wish you wouldn’t say things like that” he pressed his face to hers closing his eyes “sorry”

She nodded tapping his nose with a strawberry making him smile as he accepted the offered fruit. He hummed low in his throat before offering her a piece of cantaloupe, she smiled grasping his wrist in both hands before taking the fruit in her mouth her lips grazing his fingers as she pulled away.

Chewing slowly she waited for a reaction, furrowing her brow at his silence she leaned back frowning at his distant look.

Oh this was not happening today

She needed to chase the darkness away.

Bringing his hand back up to her lips she slowly took his pointer finger in her mouth to the base sucking gently.

Nothing.

Time to kick it up a notch.

She moaned around his finger sucking more firmly as she rubbed her legs together, her backside rubbing against him teasingly. Sam jerked with a gasp,clearing his throat roughly causing her to giggle biting his finger slightly as she released him.

“There you are”

He groaned roughly into her hair gripping her hip with his free hand.

“Fuck Claire”

She laughed at his choice of words “sorry, honey but you were spacing out on me” she rubbed his thigh in apology as he panted against her neck “you could of just… shook me or something” he growled as she kissed the long scar running down his wrist. She smirked “didn’t I?”

He chuckled with a slight blush “maybe” he bit his lip “maybe we should just give it another try?….not sure how much more teasing I can take”

Claire quickly scooted away from him causing him to frown “shit I’m sorry Sam, I don’t mean to seem pushy…it’s…we need to take our time…i’m..” he scrubbed his hands over his face in frustration as she rubbed his knee “it was bad last time Sam, I just don’t want to see you hurt like that again” she tried to calm him “I can wait”.

He growled “you shouldn’t have to wait, Claire”

She furrowed her brow “Sam, this isn’t your fault” he dropped his gaze to his lap, moving his legs so he was sitting upright. “I’m still sorry…I mean…fuck I should know the fucking difference…you deserve to have a fucking normal relationship”

Good job Claire

She rolled her lips, why the hell did she keep pushing him?

God she could be so selfish.

“Sam, you do know the difference, your body is reacting to past trauma” she reached out grabbing his hand in hers “that’s why you wanted me to talk to you”. He looked up at her “you needed to be reminded it was me, that you were safe” he still looked frustrated and angry.

“Sam?”

He growled “I’m so fucking pathetic”

Shaking her head she swung her leg over his pushing him back on the couch.

“Now you listen to me mister” his eyes widened as she poked his chest, her face stern. “you’re doing the best you can with what you were dealt, and you’ve made so much progress” she leaned forward resting her head against his “when I first met you, you wouldn’t look at me, wouldn’t talk to me”.

He closed his eyes “now I’m kissing you”

She smiled “exactly”.

“I’m just afraid she’s ruined our relationship before it even gets started” he frowned.

Claire couldn’t stop the growl that erupted from her throat “that bitch is never touching you again Sam, I promise”

Her reaction made him chuckle “you gonna protect me?” he smiled meeting her gaze as she kissed him softly

“Damn right I am” she breathed running her fingers through his hair.

He laughed growling against her lips “That” he breathed out “Is so fucking sexy”

She burst into laughter cradling his head into her chest.

He hugged her tightly “i’m sorry I ruined everything”

She growled biting his shoulder “stop it, you didn’t ruin anything” he chuckled bringing a smile to her face.

“we should do something normal”

Claire sat back on his thighs to look at him “what'cha wanna do?”

he shrugged “I don’t know” his eyes drifted from hers “were a couple right?”

His downcast expression made her shake her head, a bright smile spreading across her face as she cupped his rough cheeks

“Honey, I thought that was obvious given our current situation”.

She couldn’t help but giggle at his flushed skin as he shifted beneath her “uh…ya I just..” his breathing increased as his eyes finally returned to hers “would…uh..would ya wanna go out to dinner…with me?”

She gave him a bright smile

Leaning forward she kissed him deeply, pushing his body into the cushions “of course I would” she sits back up to take in his appearance “you know you don’t have to be shy around me, Sam?”

He shrugged scratching his scruff “I know it’s just…we…well it will be in public..” she kissed him again “I’m not embraced of you” she whispered snuggling against him.

“you’re perfect”

He rolled his eyes with a huff “stop saying that”

She giggled “not a chance”

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crossbows-and-moonshine · 7 years ago

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Anam Cara (Chapter 3)

(Chapter 1)

(Chapter 2)

Luna was sat with Solis, enjoying the breeze that was sweeping through her hair and the sun kissing her face.

“Luna...it’s time to go back now.” Solis said softly as she cradled Luna’s face in her hands.

“I don’t want to go.” Luna protested sadly.

“You need to, they need you.” She explained.

Before Luna had a chance to argue she suddenly woke up with a start. Every inch of her body hurt and she noticed she was in someone’s bed. She remembered being attacked and then hearing a few guys who were helping her, but it was a little blurry. She sat up slowly, wincing at the stitches in her side pulling, and walked to the door. She could make out voices on the other side and decided to listen to assess the situation and decide what to do. She couldn’t deny she was nervous after what happened. She pressed her ear to the door but frowned when she couldn’t understand what they were saying.

“Cad é atá muid ag dul a insint di? (What are we going to tell her?)” Murphy asked in Gaelic.

“Ar dtús, rud ar bith. Táimid i dont iarraidh a scanradh an cailín. Ní mór dúinn chun rudaí mall ghlacadh. (At first, nothing. We don't want to scare the girl. We need to take things slow.)” Connor replied firmly.

“Níl mé ag iarraidh a luí di. (I don't want to lie to her.)” Murphy admitted.

“Nach bhfuil muid ina luí, táimid Shiarchoinneálach ach eolas. Táimid ag i dont iarraidh a scanradh an cailín bocht. (We aren't lying, we are just withholding information. we don't want to scare the poor girl.)” Connor replied.

“For fuck sakes guys, you know I hate it when you do that shit. I can’t understand what the fuck you’re saying!” Romeo complained, earning laughter from the twins. There was silence, multiple footsteps and then a door closing, Luna breathed a sigh of relief, feeling more comfortable to explore her surroundings without people there. To be safe she waited another few minutes trying to gather herself before she left the safety of this nice room. She took this time to peek around the room and noticed the bed wasn’t really a bed, but two double mattresses pushed side by side. There were a few cupboards but apart from that the room was quite bare. With just her panties and a large t shirt, she cracked the door open and peered out. She couldn't see the full room from where she was but she could see a pool table and some random bits of furniture, and some other doors on the other side. She slipped out of the door and was startled by the man sat on one of the sofas watching t.v.

“Oh hey, you’re awake! I'm Romeo.” He smiled. Luna smiled back awkwardly and tugged the bottom of the t shirt down shyly.

“I'm Luna. Um...do you know where my clothes are?” She asked quietly feeling awkward.

“Yeah the doc had to cut them off to patch you up. But the guys have just gone to grab some food and something for you to wear.” He explained kindly. There was a slightly awkward silence until he spoke again.

“You should take these, doctors orders.” He smiled as he handed Luna the painkillers and antibiotics with a glass of water and she took them gratefully. They stood in an uncomfortable silence for around another ten minutes not really knowing what to say. Luna could feel Romeos anxiety as he awaited his friends and she was struggling to stay calm herself.

“Thanks for saving me by the way.” She smiled gratefully.

“Was nothing, wasn’t really me, thank the guys when they get back.” He explained with a small smile.

Luna picked her water back up and as she took another sip of water the door burst open. The boys came bounding in with bags in their arms, pushing and shoving each other whilst laughing about something. Luna gasped and dropped the glass in shock, making it shatter across the floor. Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest as she saw her boys stood there looking at her. They were the ones to save her, of all the people it could have been. Her hands were trembling and she just stood there. Murphy glanced at Connor looking worried.

Do ye t’ink we scared her?

I’m not sure Murph.

“Ye alright t'ere lass?” Connor asked carefully as he and Murphy slowly approached her. Luna snapped out of her daze feeling stupid, she must look crazy she thought to herself.

“Um...yeah, sorry. I’m Luna.” She smiled awkwardly, still pulling the top down to cover herself.

“Beautiful name fer a beautiful girl.” Murphy smiled making Luna blush.

“T-thanks. Thanks for saving me too, I don’t want to think what would have happened if you hadn't found me.” She admitted looking at the brothers.

“T’was nothin’ lass. I see ye already met Romeo, I’m-“ Connor started before he was cut off by Luna.

“Connor and Murphy, The Saints, I know.” She blurted out and instantly cringed and wanted to smack herself in the head, how the fuck would she explain that one. They looked at her pretty confused.

“¿Cómo diablos sabe ella que ustedes son? (How the hell does she know who you guys are?)” Romeo asked slightly panicked. They didn’t need to get caught right now, he hoped bringing this girl back wasn’t a mistake.

“No puta idea. (I don’t fucking know.)” Connor replied.

“How do ye know t'at love?” Murphy asked softly, he didn’t want to scare Luna.

“I um...you’ll think I’m fucking crazy.” Luna admitted as she bit her lip and looked at the floor.

“Try us lass, ye’ll find we're quite open minded.” Connor winked, trying to put her at ease.

Luna sat down on the sofa with Murphy next to her, Romeo and Connor were on the sofa opposite them. They got the pizza out they had bought and placed it on the coffee table, so everyone could help themselves.

“Its a really long story, and quite fucking depressing to be honest. But the short version is, when I was five my dad killed my twin sister and tried to kill me. Ever since I nearly died, I have been...different.” She explained. Connor and Murphy looked at each other feeling a little sick.

She lost her fuckin’ twin.

I know, I can’t even imagine losin’ ye.

“O’ course ye’ll be different love, losin’ ye sister like t'at's bound to change ye.” Murphy said softly.

“I mean different as in...weird. I started seeing things, I can feel people’s energy and their feelings, and I started having premonitions in my dreams.” She paused to try to gauge their reactions and see if they thought she was crazy yet but they seemed fine so far.

“When I was 18 I had a premonition of The Saints, years before you even became The Saints. You were sleeping in a police cell and had a dream with your calling from God.” She bit her lip a looked at them, they were now looking a little shocked. She knew she had a reign it in a little, she couldn’t tell them she dreamt of them all the time and how much she cared about them.

“I’ve had a few premonitions since, like before your friend Rocco died. You guys were bound to chairs and he was shot, and Murphy, you begged Connor to break your hand to get out of the cuffs. And your dad was there at the end. That one was pretty intense.” She said sadly.

“Well fuck, this is fucking crazy.” Romeo sighed.

“Debemos decirle. (We should tell her.)” Murphy pushed staring at Connor.

“Todavía no hermano, tomar con calma. (Not yet brother, take it slow.)” Connor said firmly.

Luna sat there patiently whilst they conversed among themselves in what she thought was Spanish, no doubt about how fucking crazy she is and how to ditch her somewhere.

“Look, I don’t know why I have these dreams about you, why we are connected, but I swear I’m not crazy.” She explained.

“We don't t’ink ye are lass, don’t worry.” Connor smiled warmly at her, she smiled back feeling somewhat relieved.

“What can ye tell us about t' pricks t'at attacked ye?” Murphy asked as he placed a comforting hand on her knee, earning a pointed glare from Connor.

Deartháir mall. (Slow brother.)

Focáil leat. (Fuck off.)

“I know I was fucking stupid going down that alley at night, even my gut told me not to, but I still fucking did anyway like a dick. There was three of them, they came out of nowhere and one of them grabbed me and hit my head on the wall. It made me feel sick and I couldn’t focus properly, couldn't really fight back at first. The fucking assholes didn’t even want to rob me, they just wanted sex, and when I told them to go fuck themselves they didn’t appreciate it. That’s when they started beating the shit out of me. Then one was being look out whilst the others pinned me down. When the asshole who was pinning my legs down stopped to undo his pants I kicked him in the nuts, that’s what earned me my lovely stab wound.” She explained.

“For a pretty little lady, you sure say fuck alot.” Romeo mused.

“Seriously, out o’ everythin’ she just fuckin’ said, t'at’s what ye focus on?” Connor asked with a small amused smile. Luna just chuckled.

“Can ye describe t’em love? Anythin’ t'at makes t'em stand out?” Murphy asked remaining serious.

“Well there wasn’t before but there is now.” Luna smirked making the men look at her quizzically.

“I may have managed to grab the knife before they got away and stabbed the main rapey asshole in the shoulder...and sliced his face.” She admitted with a proud smile.

“Well shit.” Murphy smiled in amusement as he proudly patted her on the back.

“Good work lass. It’ll make findin’ t'em a little easier.” Connor said with a smile.

“Well I sure as shit wasn’t going to let them rape me, I’d fucking die before that would happen.” She told them. The twins smirked at each other.

Our girls got balls brother.

Damn right she fuckin’ has.

“You know I can feel it when you guys do that.” Luna stated as she looked at the twins.

“Do what?” Connor asked.

“The telepathy thing. I mean I don’t know what the fuck you’re saying to each other, but the atmosphere changes. It’s like there’s this electric current, I can feel it.” She admitted. The boys looked at each other amazed.

“We'll keep t'at in mind.” Connor winked at her, making her blush.

“Oh yeah, we got some clothes fer ye, we checked t' size o' yer dress so t'ey should fit.” Murphy smiled as he handed her a bag, she took it gratefully.

“And we’d prefer it if ye stayed here wit' us at least ‘til yer stitches get removed.” Connor told her.

“I really don’t know how to thank you guys.” She grinned as she looked in the bag, they’d got her a dress similar to the one she had, some jeans, a few tops and a shorts and tank pyjama set.

“Ye don’t have to t'ank us love.” Murphy smiled.

“Would it be ok if I showered? I feel like shit.” Luna admitted sheepishly.

“O’ course lass, ‘til yer healed, t'is is yer home too. We'll show ye where it is.” Connor grinned as he and Murphy both stood up. Luna followed them with the bag of clothes into the bathroom.

“Ye gonna need to wrap up yer wound so it doesn’t get wet.” Murphy told her as he quickly left the room. He returned a minute later with a plastic bag and some tape.

“Would you guys be able to do it for me? I can’t twist my side without pulling my stitches.” She asked sweetly.

The boys nodded and smiled so Luna carefully removed the top she was wearing, she wasn’t sure who’s it was but it smelt heavenly. She blushed as she stood there in just her underwear in front of them. They tried not to look at her but their eyes couldn’t help but sneak peaks at her.

Jesus Christ she’s fuckin’ perfect.

Lord’s fuckin’ name...she is perfect t'ough

The twins smirked at each other as they got to work, Connor placing the bag over the wound, and Murphy taping it off. When they were done they left Luna in peace to shower. She relished the water as it washed away the trauma of the day, but she couldn’t help smiling. As horrible as it was, if she wasn’t attacked she wouldn’t have met the twins. After she showered she put on her panties and pyjamas, foregoing her bra as it was pushing on her bruised ribs. You could see her nipple bars poking through her tank top but she didn’t care. She left the room and padded barefoot into the lounge where the men were all laughing and joking. She plopped herself down on the sofa next to Connor. She noticed Romeo had gone quiet and looked over to see him staring at her breasts.

“Eyes are up here Romeo.” She smirked as his gazed snapped upwards and he looked slightly embarrassed.

“Were ye just lookin’ at her fuckin’ tits?” Murphy asked with narrowed eyes.

“Well...Yeah. But its hard not to, she has her fucking nipples pierced.” He smiled as he gestured towards her. She then noticed the brothers eyes now on her chest too and blushed as she crossed her arms to stop them looking.

“Any ot'er piercings love?” Murphy smirked with a wink.

“Holy shit.” She laughed as she covered her now blushing face.

“I t’ink t'at’s a yes brot'er.” Connor chuckled as playfully nudged her shoulder.

“You guys are assholes, you’re lucky your The Saints. “ She laughed as she did a fake pout.

“We're only messing wit' ye lass.” Connor smiled.

“Yeah and its not our fault t'at yer so beautiful.” Murphy smirked, making her blush again. These boys were going to drive her crazy, she just knew it.

“So do you have any spare blankets for the sofa for me?” She asked them.

“Yer not sleepin’ on t' fuckin’ sofa. We're gentlemen lass, and our ma would fuckin’ kill us.” Connor said firmly.

“I’ll be fine, you’ve already done so much for me, I’m not taking your bed too.” She argued.

“Are ye insane? Yer fuckin’ injured. T'ere’s no way I’m lettin’ ye sleep on t' sofa. And if ye try I’ll just sleep on t' floor anyway so t' bed will be empty fer nothin’.” Murphy scolded.

“Fine, but why don’t you sleep in the middle of the mattresses and I’ll stick to the side? I don't want you to be uncomfortable for me. You won't even know I’m there.” She smiled. Once the sleeping arrangements were settled they all decided to go to bed, Romeo going to the small spare room he had claimed and Luna and the twins going to their room.

“Which side is yours Murph?” She asked as she walked in.

“T' left love.” He smiled as he and Connor stripped their t shirts and jeans off, making Luna blush and look away as she climbed onto the surprisingly comfy mattress. The blankets and pillow smelt like the top and she realised it was probably Murphy's top she had worn. She got settled in when Connor turned the light off, she felt the mattress dip down near her and heard Connor get in his side. Before long she was fast asleep worrying she was going to wake up and it would all have been a dream.

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