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manuedws · 2 years ago

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Too late to apologize - part 2

Part 1 here

"Hey miss … miss? Are you okay ?"

She blinked and turned to the voice. Two guys in their mid-thirties were staring at her.

"Hey miss, can I offer you a coffee ? "

As she wasnt answering, lost in her thoughts, he got upset :

"A coffee to start , you seem to need something else"

The tall guy continued with a smirk, which made the chubby blond seated next to him snicker. The two exchanged knowing glances.

She looked at them for a few moments without really seeing them, then looked away and, without a word, walked towards the toilets. She heard them cursing behind her back.

After shoving her long hair up into a messy bun, she set about removing the traces of mascara from her cheeks. Her reflection in the mirror presented her with a young woman with a sickly complexion, the deep circles under her eyes were the witnesses of her lack of sleep. Her large green eyes, once so expressive, stared at the mirror, seeming to seek in that reflection the courage to keep on.

She was wearing an old pair of jeans, and a soft sweater, the teddy bear’s hair one - she liked to joke - the one she was only wearing at home, out of sight, when she needed comfort. There was a time when she would never have set foot outside her home without having been perfect. Everything was under control : appearance, balanced diet, regular physical activity, beautician as health appointment scheduled weeks even months in advance, and today she left for meeting her fate in pajamas…

"Well done Mc” she grimaced “you are doing better and better”

She splashed water on her face again, and the coolness brought some color to her cheeks.

Running her fingers over her soft sweater, her mind wandered. For some seconds, she imagined the moment when she would be in front of him, and a wave of tenderness washed over her and made her cheeks blush even more. He was standing there, close to her, he was alive, whispering in her ear that everything will be okay from now.

"No. Stop this !!! No chessy expectations !!!"

She thought, while having one last look at the mirror. She took a deep breath, and stepped out of the bathroom with a firm, determined step.

She knew what she had to do !

She didn't find exactly everything she wanted in the store, but it was a good start :

She found a flashlight, carabiner and ropes, first aid kit, a pair of scissors, a baby moisturizer, (not great but better than nothing). She added cookies, cereal bars, crisps, instant noodles, bottles of water and energy drinks that she stuffed into her big backpack, and kept in mind there were disposable phones behind the checkout counter, buying one might be a better solution.

She also took an XXL coffee, then went to sit on one of the tables, not far from the two guys.

Sipping her coffee, she took a few moments to sum up the situation and the plan she had in mind :

First, What did she know ?

1/ Jake was alive, she was convinced of it. She would have known, she would have felt it deep within her if something had happened to him.

2/ He was still inside the mine or he would have already contacted her. He was probably stuck inside as all exits were guarded, and considering the number of cops present on site, he had no chance of getting out of it.

3/ There were even far too many of them to simply lock down an area. They were probably planning to go and search the mine.

4/ They wanted him dead or alive !

5/ She was responsible for that situation.

She felt her stomach tighten once again with guilt and fear. She knew she shouldn't let those feelings paralyze her thinking, but the truth was there, there was nothing more important to her at that moment :

they wanted to kill him, and she couldn't let that happen, whatever the price.

WHATEVER THE PRICE.

Anger and revolt were adding even more confusion to her thoughts, and she had a hard time to calm down herself and continue to sum up the situation.

6/ As soon as she will reach Duskwood, she will be questioned, her phone probably searched. Same will be for others in the group. This had to be carefully planned.

7/ Apart from the members of the group, no one knew that Jake was in the mine and it was not her who had leaked the information. Since she still had no idea how the FBI had gotten access to this information, and it's not from Alan for sure as he seemed to be suprised to see them. She had to be careful : Among the group, there was potentially a traitor. However, she has neither the time nor the energy to focus on that. The best option was to consider everyone suspicious until that point was resolved. For the rest of the operations, she will need to trust someone, and she hoped not to be mistaken.

The plan was simple, its implementation was not the easiest :

The feds had to get out of Duskwood as soon as possible, so Jake can get out.

She even has a minimum of equipment to help him get out of there if needed. But she was expecting that it would not be enough to say that he's never been into the mines to make them all go away. The best solution was for them to figure that out for themselves, and she was going to give them some clues …

Next to her, the two guys were ostensibly staring at her from head to toe, trying to get her attention by talking loudly. Obviously, they were leaving for a few days on the coast, in a luxury villa with a huge swimming pool, on board the tall dark-haired man's luxury car.

“Good to know, ” she told herself. Those two guys just gave her a way to not get exposed as quickly as she thought. So she looked at them with a nice smile, to make them understand that she had noticed them, then looked away, feigning shyness. Hearing them giggle, she knew they had taken the bait. So she quickly sent a message to Lilly, asking her for some news, then headed to the counter to buy a disposable mobile which she paid for in cash.

Lilly's response was almost immediate: Hannah had been taken to the hospital. According to a friend of her father's, who was a volunteer firefighter and present at the scene, she did not appear to be injured. However, no one would be allowed to talk to her until the police questioned her. The group had just returned to Duskwood, Cleo's mom had come to pick them up, they were all still in shock.

There were so many things to say, so MC put on her bluetooth earphones and called her. Lilly picked up immediately. There was an awkward moment, then Lily finally broke the silence.

- “Any news about him ?

...

Are you okay Mc?”

- “no … and no… I'm on my way, I'm coming to Duskwood..” Mc answered, speaking quietly so no one could hear the conversation.

“Lily, there’s several things we need to talk about: First of all, you'll probably be interrogated as well, and maybe they'll check your phone, so I think you need to delete the conversations about your relation to him. It's better to hide anything that could be used to put pressure on him"

-“I was just thinking about that. I'm going to delete everything, as soon as we hang up

Do ... Do you think he's still inside?”

Mc looked at the television screen above her head, and replied:

-“I don't know, what I can tell you is that they won't stop searching around the mine, a real manhunt is underway, and I think he’ll need your #iamJake magic trick."

MC took a deep breath and keep on explaining :

-“ I don't know how you pulled it off the last time, but it took on a madness scale. We need the same thing. Firstly to cover the tracks like you already did once, but also We need to highlight the number of cops, and even a helicopter on site at Duskwood to track down a single man.” explained MC calmly, while she was writing frantically on her mobile phone.

"Jake once told me that the government spent a lot of time and money prosecuting him. I think people like you and me will also think that there are more relevant ways to provide security than send the cops for a walk in the forest. I just tweeted asking if it's really serious to spend a fortune on taxpayers' money to hunt a “pirate” and asking what's behind the sheer excess of what's happening right now in Duskwood.

If people complain and ask questions, the big heads of the FBI will no longer be able to condone this.”

-“You want to start a revolution”, Lilly joked, which made MC smile. “it can work, in any case, it's worth a try”

-“ I know you can do it. I will have to go now, but i have a last important thing to tell you, so listen to me carefully:

Whatever happens in the hours and days to come, and I say and repeat whatever happens, this whole conversation, and everything we're doing for him, has to stay between us, At all costs, and no matter what. I know you are trustable, but i can tell at some point, you will have to remember this,

for JAKE's sake.

Part 3

#duskwood jake #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood #duskwood jake x mc #iamjake

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giorno-plays-piano · 4 years ago

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The Spider's Bride

Pairing: spider!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: yandere, obsession, stalking, forced marriage, mentions of suicidal thoughts and breeding (but everything is not as dark as it seems).

Words: 3836.

Summary: Whoever your stepmother sold you to, he wasn't as honorable as she claimed.

P.S. Hey guys! Initially it was supposed to be more horror-ish, but then I wrote a lot of sad Bucky, and, ugh, the story became what it is now. Hope you're going to enjoy!

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"From now on you have to go alone. We're not allowed to come any further." Your stepmother said and stopped, your stepsisters looking at her with visible discomfort on their faces.

"But we have to ensure her betrothed is waiting for her and pass him her trousseau. This is the tradit-"

"He's not from these lands and cares little for our traditions." She quickly cut one of her daughters off and motioned them to give a few bags they were carrying back to you. "The only thing you have to do is follow the path and you will be alright, girl. Stop being so scared, I'm not sending you to meet your death. Suit yourself, dear Lord! You are going to be married to an honorable man, be grateful I've arranged it for you!"

Funny. If he was truly as honorable as she said, she'd let one of her girls marry him instead. Judging by the place he asked you to come meet him, he was some filthy necromancer or a dark mage in hiding. Regardless of that, he had definitely paid good money for you if your stepmother was willing to let go of the one who was doing most of the housework.

Whatever. Since the death of your father, you hadn't been expecting your miserable life to get any better. She'd force you to marry some revolting man sooner or later, nevertheless.

"Goodbye, sisters." You whispered to them, throwing your rough work-weary hands around their skinny shoulders and kissing their cheeks. "May the Lord be with you."

"May the Lord be with you." They repeated quietly, and you saw their eyes were glistening with tears in the darkness of the cave. They were clinging to you like little kids to their mother, and you smiled. Despite being born to this vulture, your sisters were kind-hearted. They were the only ones to bring you joy in the darkest of days.

"Goodbye, mother."

She turned away from you silently and headed back without acknowledging your words. One of her daughters hissed at her with disdain before she looked back and sent the girl a grim look, pointing to the entrance where the light was piercing through the darkness.

"Move. I don't have all day."

Watching the guilty expression appearing on their faces, you patted both of the girls on the back and silently ushered them to go. They weren't the ones to blame for what had happened to you, and they couldn't do much. No one could.

As all three disappeared from your view, you bit down on your lower lip and gathered your pathetic belongings. You didn't have anything valuable since even the dresses your mother wore were burnt once that woman entered the house of your father. Sometimes you were thinking whether anything would be different if he stayed alive, but you weren't sure of that. Maybe it was better without him, the man who had seen his new wife destroying the one and only portrait of your mother, but doing nothing at all to stop her. Maybe it was better you left the house where you were constantly reminded of how miserable and rotten you were, a girl she hated with all her heart.

Rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand to stop yourself from crying, you moved forward, going deeper into the dungeon or whatever this cold unfriendly place was, the medallion your betrothed given you hanging on your chest. Was it his face you saw inside? It would be surprising if he was as handsome as on the picture. Tired, a bit broken, maybe, and somewhat gloomy, but handsome. Or did your stepmother steal this medallion from someone else, some true soldier she claimed your betrothed to be? Was your fiancee ugly, then? Old? Unhealthy? There was only one way to find out.

The more you walked, the heavier the bags with trousseau became in your hands. At one point you thought to just leave them there, but then you sighed and continued carrying them further. Instead of paying a dowry, your stepmother sold you to your betrothed. He could get mad if you didn't bring him even your trousseau.

It was getting colder, and you stopped for a minute to wrap you woolen shawl around your shoulders, dropping the bags to the ground. Your little journey took you much longer than you expected, and you hoped your fiancee hadn't already been waiting for you. He would be enraged, for sure. Hopefully, you still had a little time.

Bending over to pick up your bags, you suddenly froze on the spot. You heard some odd noises coming from somewhere ahead of you and then raised your head. The burning torches lighting the cave were... shaking?

You jumped to your feet. The noise was becoming louder. You couldn't quite describe it - it felt like indistinct whispers, but very rough, inhuman. The ground trembled beneath your feet as you felt fear rising deep within your chest, leaving you cold. What was that? What was that sound? What creature was whispering... no, tapping... pounding the ground with something...

You left the bags where they were and turned back. It was not the whisper. It was the sound of an enournously huge insect creeping closer to you.

Bats out of hell moved slower than you when you ran towards the exit, barely containing your screams. Was that a giant centipede? A beetle? Something worse than that? You had no desire to figure it out.

You knew this was a bad idea from the start. Your stepmother had never cared for your wellbeing, so it wasn't surprising she truly sent you to your death. Was your fiancee a necromancer who preferred dead women over the living ones? Maybe so.

You fell down to the ground with a loud scream and sobbed, forcing yourself to get up and look at your blooded knee. Pain shot through it once you tried to move, and you bit your tongue. It was even harder to walk now, but you weren't staying there to let whatever creature come and devour your flesh. Gathering yourself, you clenched your teeth and kept running, albeit slower, to the exit of the cave. If you died trying, so be it.

"Please, don't run from me!" Someone said in a desperate voice from behind, yet the only sound you had heard was the one of dozens of steps against the ground. Many metal legs scratched the stone beneath them, making you shudder and cry.

Whatever that creature were, it would be the death of you.

And so you ran and ran until you couldn't feel your legs, but the monster was too close to let you escape. When you fell down the second time on the same knee, undeniably breaking it, you screamed from pain and tried to crawl away still, watching in utter horror how the shadow emerged from the darkness behind you, it's features inhuman, monstrous, revolting. Watching the claws on its eight long legs enveloped in metal glowing in the dark, you yelled at the top of your voice, raising your eyes to the black spider's segmented body.

As you kept looking up, you saw that a horrifying creature wasn't just a gigantic spider. Half of him belonged to a man. Although below the waistline he had that abominable black body, his torso, chest, arms and head were human.

You screamed until your lungs were burning when you saw the face of a man you first had discovered on a little painting inside the medallion. It was your betrothed. Your stepmother had sold you to the arachnid.

Before he advanced further, the light went out, and you were drowning in the dark, finally loosing your consciousness.

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There was a distant sound of someone's singing somewhere outside of the house. You could mistake it for Aleana's voice, but hers was lower than this one, melodic, almost magical. This charming singing could put sirens to shame.

You slowly opened your eyes, looking at the high ceiling through the silver threads of the canopy above you. It was odd. Even before your father married for the second time you had never had a canopy bed, especially such a gorgeous one with a cloth looking like it was made by the Queen's best weavers. It almost looked like a silky silver web.

Spiders. Arachnid.

You jumped on the bed, throwing away a warm blanket covering your body, and stared at the large room you woke up in. It seemed as big as half of your house at the very least, the walls coloured in shades of lilac and amethyst, two silver chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. You saw dark-wood furniture lavishly decorated with auspicious motifs, a huge oval mirror... it looked like a room of a princess.

"Are you feeling better?"

You screamed when you heard someone's low voice and clamped your hands over your mouth, quickly moving to the farthest corner of the bed, your back pressed into the cold wall. There was a stranger sitting on the chair near your bed, but for some reason you hadn't seen him before as if he just emerged from the darkness.

You were staring at the face of a man you saw in the cave. Now, however, he looked fully human, his monstrous lower half replaced by long musculed legs. He was dressed in black lether while his left arm glowed in the dark, wrapped in metal, but he couldn't trick you with his charms. You knew his true form.

He was a war veteran, stepmother said, a hero, a soldier. She failed to mention he belonged to arachnid troops, the ones who fought alonside soldiers of your kingdom against Hydra tribes.

Grabbing a pillow and hiding behind it as if it were a shield, you cried, shivering and cursing your stepmother silently. How could she do it to you? How could she give you to an arachnid, this revolting, inhuman creature crawling in the dark? How could she send you here, knowing you were to be wed to this beast and bear his monstrous children? Better death than this. Better ending your life yourself than becoming a whore to this creature, forsaken by the gods.

You didn't know how much time had passed before your tears dried out. The man didn't try to get closer to you. He didn't speak, keeping his head low while you shuddered in the corner.

A bride to the spider. Even thinking of that made you feel like throwing up.

"Are you feeling better?" The man suddenly repeated his question, and you shriveled upon hearing his voice.

You didn't want to talk. Since the time your stepmother had first entered your house, your life was pathetic and worthless. She stripped you of your dowry and all belongings of your mother; she took away your dresses and even ribbons you used to decorate your hair with. You were not the daughter of lady of the house anymore. You were her errands girl, her little servant, the one she had been taking her anger out on. Even when your father was still alive, you knew you wouldn't be allowed to marry a decent man.

You dreamt of running away and living all by yourself in the forest before it was invaded by agressive driads and deadly lamias. After that you quietly accepted that your fate was to suffee in the arms of your offenders. You realized gods didn't want you to be happy, but you couldn't even imagine you would end up being sent to a dungeon right into the arms of this monster who was to breed you. You felt revolt rising deep within you. Even dying was better than this.

"I have healed your knee." The man said, and you blinked, suddenly conscious of your lack of pain. It was true, you had broken it on the run, but now you felt nothing as if you didn't hurt yourself in the first place.

He probably expected some gratitude.

"Thank you." You said in raspy voice, holding the pillow closer to you and hiding your face, your eyes red from tears. You thought it was funny he didn't chain you, but did he need that? With those eight legs of his he could catch anyone without breaking a sweat.

You bit down on your lip and saw he was watching you intently, so you lowered your gaze, looking at your airy silk dress. It softly glowed in the dark like the cloth of the canopy, and you suddenly thought that this revolting creature had undressed you and seen your naked form. Tears started gathering in the corners of your eyes again.

"Please, do not be afraid." The man said tenderly, and you answered him with a sob. His tired expression became worried. "I am sorry for scaring you earlier. I have thought it would be better to show you my true form from the early beginning."

You sniffed and tried covering your shaking feet with the blanket. Why did it have to happen to you? What had you done? Why had he chosen you over other women? You were far from the prettiest ones among your village.

"Why me?" You asked in a little voice, afraid of what you might hear.

The man - the monster in human flesh - smiled at you, his gaze wistful, and you shivered.

"I saw you on the day of the summer solstice. You were dancing barefoot around the fire with your sisters." The man said, and his gloomy face lit up. "You had a flower crown on your head."

Oh, he was there on the day of the festival, then. It was one of the few days when you could break free from the hold your stepmother had over you. Your sisters and you always went to the clearing in the woods and danced till the sunset after giving your prayers to the gods protecting your lands. This year your sister Adana had made you a flower crown to cheer you up.

"You were the most charming woman I have ever seen." His quiet voice made you snap out of your thoughts, and you greeted your teeth. "I've been watching you since then when you were out in the village or doing the house chores in the backyard. I saw... I saw when you didn't let your stepmother kill the spider and put him in the grass instead."

He gulped, and you bit the fabric of the pillow, shutting your eyes for a few seconds. This beast had been secretly watching you for months, and you had no clue about it. Did your stepmother know? Did she let him do it? How much did he pay her to let him follow you around?

"Are we even compatible?" You sniffed again, afraid to look at him. "Humans and..."

"We are compatible if you refer to being able to bear my children."

Your fingers buried into your hair, pulling at the roots in frustration. You bit back a cry knowing it wouldn't make you feel better. Carry little monsters in your womb and give birth to more of those revolting creatures... Were you supposed to lay eggs like spiders did? Would your children grow inside those cocoons? Before you could stop yourself, you were crying loudly and pressing your face into the pillow. When you sensed the man standing up and moving closer, you screamed in horror, pressing yourself further into the walls. He stepped back, an awful, hurt look in his eyes. Before you'd feel guilty, ashamed at yourself, but not now. Not in front of a creature that deserved nothing but death.

He sat back on the chair, watching the shiny wooden floor beneath his feet and allowing you time to calm down again. Why was he quiet? Did he try to persuade you he was civil? That he wouldn't jump at you like spiders did with its prey? The mere comparison made you shudder, and you wiped the tears with the pillow again.

The silence felt heavy, but you had nothing to say while the man was probably afraid to talk to you, knowing you didn't want to hear his voice. Did he know how revolting he was? Did he know you'd never step into the cave if you knew who was waiting for you there? Did he know you wished for nothing but break its disgusting long legs with metal claws on the ends?

You forced yourself to think of something else once you looked at his unbearably sad expression. He must have known a beast like him didn't deserve love. Not a love of a human being, at least. Why did he choose you? Why hadn't he seeked his betrothed among his own kind?

"Why looking for a human?" You asked him, lowering your gaze to your knees. "Why not the one from your own tribe?"

"We don't have many females left." He answered immediately as if he were waiting for you to speak up. "The war with nagas had affected us more than you think."

"But, surely, there are other species willing t-to... mate with you?" No, you didn't truly believe anyone in the whole world would be willing to, except the actual giant spiders of the South.

"There a few like driades of coniferous woods and dark elves living in the caves of Northern Mountains, but their number is decreasing, and they are not as willing to marry our men as before. They are trying to save their own kind."

"Oh, I see. There are too many of us, humans, so we aren't that valuable." You smiled bitterly at his words, and the man's blue eyes widened.

"My apologies, I didn't mean it. I would never say anything like that, apple of my eye."

You cringed at his words: he was still trying to trick you into believing he was some gentleman.

"Please, I know it is hard for you to believe me now, but I swear by my mother's name I'll give you more than any human man can." The creature whispered, his gaze soft and loving. "Whatever you wish for I shall bring to you."

"I don't want any man to give me anything." You sobbed, shaking your head. "I've only ever wanted my mother to come back, nothing else."

There was something that looked like understanding and pity appearing on his face. He could apprehend the loss of the one you loved the most, it seemed.

"Forgive me, but this is the only thing I cannot do for you. We practice necromancy, that's true, yet... you don't want you dear mother to be brought back that way, believe me."

"Than there's nothing you could give me."

You knew you were unreasonable - nothing could bring her back - but you didn't want him to think you were accepting his kind offer. He was a monster, and you didn't deserve to be wed to him.

But then what choice did you have? Surely, you would never leave this place - even if he was kind enough to attempt returning you to your stepmother, that rotten woman would never give him his money back, and he wouldn't let you go otherwise. Despite all your struggle, he would marry you, and you would have to comply.

How soon would you lose your sanity? Would it happen after seeing his true form for the second time? Maybe when he would bed you?

You felt an urge to throw up and clamped your hand against your mouth again.

"Do you have a potion?" You mumbled, forcing yourself to speak.

"A potion?" He repeated and frowned. "What potion do you need, my love?"

"I don't know how you call it... the potion that makes you fall in love with someone. They say it twists your heart and makes you forget whatever you felt before towards the one who gives it to you." Rubbing your tired wet eyes you asked, fixing your gaze on the blanket. You were repulsed by the idea of him even touching you, but if it was unavoidable, maybe being charmed and happy was better than losing your mind completely.

The man sighed, wiping his face with his hand in a black leather glove.

"A potion like this truly exists, and I can make it for you, but it won't help." He said quietly. "The charms don't last long. Of course, they would give us enough time to conceive a child, but is it truly want you want me to do to you?"

Don't say anything, don't say anything, don'tsayanything.

"Then what do you want from me?" More and more tears dropped to the blanket. "Do you expect me to fall in love with you at the first sight? Do you want me to pretend I like being here?"

"No. I don't."

There was a deep desperation to his voice you hadn't heard before, and it made you fall silent despite all the words almost leaping out of your mouth. So, this creature must know how disgusting he was in your eyes. Surely, you weren't the first human female captured by his tribe - they all knew how scary and ugly they looked to the ones of your kind. Why bringing you here, then? Why forcing you marry him? Of utter desperation because there was no one else for him to mate with? Because he liked you?

It wasn't getting any better.

"I know you are still tired. Please rest. No one will enter your chamber unless you ask for anything yourself."

He got up from his seat and slowly went to the other side of the room where those huge wide doors were - they were so big that he could enter in his true form. You hiccuped at the thought. For now he looked perfectly human - you could even call him handsome if you hadn't seen him back then in the cave. If only he was a true man, you'd be the luckiest girl in the world.

You pressed the blanket to your wet face to take away whatever was left on your cheeks and coughed a little. Staying here was frightening, but you were all by yourself, at least. If you got a bit more rest, maybe you'd think of something. Maybe you'd figure it out.

You could still hear the distant sound of singing somewhere outside, and suddenly you found yourself speaking to him again, making him look back at you.

"Who is that?" You asked, staring at his strong beefy figure. "Is it another prisoner?"

A prisoner, that was how you called yourself. You saw creature's gaze falling to your feet as he inhaled deeply and murmured, "No. They are my sisters singing to us." Before you could cry out in horror, asking what magic they casted on you, he continued. "They are sending us their blessings."

When he had disappeared behind the doors, you pulled the blanket over your head, feeling guilty, hurt, and disgusted at both him and yourself.

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#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #dark bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes x reader #winter soldier #yandere

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joshstambourine · 4 years ago

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Lover, Leaver Pt. 1

"Ooooooh, I love your music ask idea... could you do a Lover, Leaver one with Danny? 👀" - @anditsmywholeheart

Okay. So.

I probably took this in a total different direction than you were imagining @anditsmywholeheart , hopefully you still like it 💜

I fought myself for a long while which way to go with this song prompt as the tune is so rock and roll, so at first I thought something fun and gritty but... the lyrics for this song give me such mythical vibes!

So I opted to go for something magical and fantasy based (this decision may or may not have have been swayed by my playing a shit tonne of Witcher recently. As well as helping my S/O with his D&D Campaign.)

Annnnnd surprise this one is not going to stay a one shot either! You guys are getting a magical series hurray!

Warnings: Cursing, Slightly NSFW

Word Count: 2891

Paladin!Danny × Sorceress!Reader

Taglist: @anditsmywholeheart @babydxll

The cold wind whistled over the heights of the keep. It was so crisp. Danny’s eyes drifted over the edge of the thick stone rail of the tower, snow beginning to dance down from the dark gray sky. Danny was fully aware of what was coming, it didn’t take a genius to recognize the kind of trouble that was coming towards him now with full speed.

Danny’s eyes were unmoving, locked on the horizon now. “Are you cold?” He soon let out, to the woman sitting on the ledge beside him. Or, I suppose I should say hovering over the ledge.

(Y/N) began to shake her head slowly, “Danny.. I can’t feel it…” She simply responds, her words taking to the air in a puff of curling mist. Many sorceresses like (Y/N) went through rigorous training so as to be unbothered by even the most extreme temperatures.

Danny was quiet for a moment, the only sound was the hanging bits of Danny’s chainmail clinking against his plate armor. “Ah… I almost always forget.” He admits with a weak laugh, his gaze fell upon her now.

He couldn’t help but stare as her hair was tousled in the cold wind, it was almost a strong enough wind to pick up the end of her heavy velveteen cloak and toss it up into the air. As long as Danny had known (Y/N), she had always been rather… stoic? That wasn’t quite the word. Perhaps simply serious was a better word. It wasn’t necessarily her fault, most mages and sorcerers had to go through many horrendous trials to be able to hold any place in the magic practicing society. Not to mention the amount of witch hunters roaming the land and pouncing on any person who practiced magic.

(Y/N)’s seriousness didn’t deter Danny, nor would it cause his affections to wain. The moment Danny had laid eyes on her… he had known.

Danny could almost hear the sound of the band playing again now. With a small blink of his eyes he was back in The Royal Curtain.

He was surrounded by happy music, and much happier people. Many were drunk out of their skulls, but of course that came with the territory. But these people were happy for reasons aside from just alcohol and good music; this tavern in particular was very well hidden, actually being in the cobblestone basement of the building. That meant, it was a safe haven for those who practiced magic as well as any who were nonhuman. There were many outlanders present here throughout the day: elves, dwarves, halflings, even a few lizard folk, the list went on and on.

The Royal Curtain was a place for people to just let their hair down and enjoy themselves for once without being spit at or much worse.

Places like the Royal Curtain also meant business for people like Danny; there were so many people wronged by others here, people who weren't protected from the monsters that were all around, and people who just needed help settling somewhere safe. This was the place he loved to be, a place where he could use his abilities and frankly his humanity for good.

Danny shuffled through the crowd, a smile always being clad on his features. He just couldn't help it when he came here. These folk deserved to be happy for a while.

He broke his way through the crowd and came to find a seat at the bar.

"Ah! Danny! What have we done to deserve this pleasure?" Inquired a tall woman from behind the counter, her skin white as a sheet, eyes a bland shade of gray. "Here to enjoy yourself for once?" She continued with a sly smile, long white curls falling around her paper thin figure.

Danny softly laughed, waving it off, "No, no, just business as usual, Nil." He explains.

Nil frowned a little, "You're going to work yourself to death you know." She tells him, beginning to reach for a glass. Nil was a part owner of this establishment, she worked at the bar in the basement while her partner tended to the upstairs level.

Nil was a being known as a changeling - a race that looked like it was created by someone who had a human’s likeness described to them but had never actually had seen one. They had no distinct features; skin, hair, eyes, they all were some shade of grey or a colour that was drained of most of its pigment. This of course, was for a reason. Changeling’s had the ability to change shape at will, and tend to have to learn to lie their way through their lives to survive; because of this most people assume that they are criminally inclined, which is almost never the case.

"At least it would be for a good cause." Danny cheerfully says, watching her as she poured him his usual glass of Fire Brandy.

Nil wore a warm smile, "We appreciate all the effort you put in. Honestly." She continues in a loving tone. She meant it, and Danny was well aware of this.

Nil had done many things herself in the name of protecting magic users and nonhumans. In fact she had led many revolts in her life. However, Nil was now a mother and certainly couldn't be expected to to stick her neck out as often as she had when she was young. Which meant people like Danny needed to step up, pick up the slack.

“So?” He lightly asked, hand taking the glass between his finger tips. “Anything…?” Danny continued, if anyone was going to know if someone needed help or something was happening, it was going to be Nil.

Nil lips pursed a little as she looked around the room, seeming to be thinking. Danny took notice of her hands, covered in scars and surprisingly rather bejeweled - a ring with the crest of a royal house on her hand, an odd thing seeing as she had never been much more than a street urchin. Danny never had the courage to ask Nil why she had the ring in all the time he had known her, he didn’t know if he would ever find out frankly.

“I know there is a family of dwarves needing an escort…” Nil lightly begins, “But… I don’t suppose you want to run the risk of having the guard notice your frequent travel out of the city lines…” She utters to herself, before biting her lip. “There is something actually.” She admits.

Danny leaned forward against the bar, taking another sip of the brandy. “Something?” He inquired,

Nil nodded, “It’s… not something I would normally expect you to get involved with. Sam is normally who I’d reach out to… he’s better with the arcane but…” She slowly muttered,

“I know… I still don’t know where he is Nil.” Danny lets out. Sam, a fellow clan member and friend had gone missing in the weeks previous. No one knew where he went, just that he left behind some form of note… all in the dead language. To this moment Sam’s brothers had been trying to find someone to decipher it, but it so far had been no use.

Nil frowns a little, knowing how important Sam was to him, but she continued on. “There is a Sorceress here somewhere. She is looking for help to find something... an artifact of some sort.”

Danny immediately grimaced, “Agh… Nil, you know I don’t get involved with that kind of bull---” He sighs, having already done too many errands for wizards promising to pay him a reward to fetch “a simple artifact”... it was always more work than it was worth. He had yet to meet a Wizard that didn’t short change him and proceed to complain about the “dings” on the item in question, as if it hadn’t existed for thousands of years before Danny came along.

Nil shook her head a bit, knowing how he felt about tasks like this. “I’m aware, but, I have been led to believe that this is different.” She continued, “Just help with hunting down some fellow sorcerers and getting more information. She had come in to ask if I knew a Vitalis Kein---” Nil explained, seeming to slow when it came to the name.

“And? Do you…?” Danny inquired with a perked brow, it was something about the way she had said the name, it just didn’t sit well with him.

Nil was quick to shake her head, “Not a clue. I have never had anyone by that name come through the inn.” She admits suddenly seeming at ease once again.

Perhaps Danny had imagined the little waver in her voice? He shrugged it off into the back recesses of his mind, ‘It was nothing I’m sure.’ He tells himself, hand moving to push back the few curly pieces of hair that had fallen from the ribbon holding his hair in place. “Is she still here?” He inquired,

“Upstairs I believe, Helgrim will know the room.” Nil says, lightly moving to refill a few tankards that had been slammed down on the bar.

Danny tossed back the rest of his brandy and began to stand, pulling a few coins from his satchel. “Thanks Nil.” He smiles,

“Come see me again soon! You still owe Syl a sword lesson.” She hummed, with a wide smile. Syl was her daughter, the girl was barely four years old but had a fire for swordsmanship.

“Tell her I’ll be her next week okay?” He laughed lightly.

Danny walked down the long hallway in the inn, searching for a room that was tucked in the far back corner, close to the back exit for obvious reasons. Those obvious reasons being that it was an easy escape incase of a raid. Danny’s armor rattled with each step he took, it was surprising just how quickly you could drown out a noise when it became part of your everyday life.

Finally he had found the door to the room; it was strange… the few steps that were closest to the door Danny had begun to notice the air get heavy. A soft… tingle? Yes, a tingle, running up and down his spine. His lips parted, ‘Magic?’ Danny thought to himself, recognizing the feeling. ‘She wouldn’t be stupid enough to be exuding so much here could she…?’

As his fingertips touched the door handle soft purple sparks climbed his fingers, they burned as they climbed to his knuckles. Quickly Danny recoiled his hand; his eyes watching as purple runes sizzled and glowed in the wood of the door.

‘Fuck--- a protection spell.’ Danny thought, suddenly realizing that he wasn’t dealing with a novice. Danny knew he wouldn’t be able to touch the door, that burn was a warning --- any use of force and he would more than likely be shot through the wall due to the reverb… he had learned from experience. Sam had once cast protection on his bedroom door… it wasn’t a fun time for anyone.

With a huff, Danny moved to begin digging through his satchel. Eventually tugging free a yellow crystal, holding it tight he moved it closer to the door --- within an instant it began to glow. He brought a second hand up, with both hands he moved the crystal to draw opposing runes in the air. As he did so the air got heavier and heavier, more electricity rising before---

CRACK!

The crystal shattered in his hands. However, the door had creaked open without any further opposition. With magic, things always came at a cost. You couldn’t expect something without giving nothing. Carefully Danny began to skulk forward, pushing the door open, it was dark in the room… pitch black almost.

Danny could see billows of mist brushing by his feet, he looked at it curiously. Hand reaching back for his sword with uncertainty, “Hello…?” He called, his voice echoed back as if the room went on forever. Danny’s fingers began to clutch at the hilt of his blade, eyes moving over the darkness keenly. Every step he took into the room he could feel the air get heavier and heavier, and… oddly enough to smell more and more like flowers. “Hello…?!” He called again a little louder, voice seeming to echo even farther.

A loud crack made him jump, quickly looking behind him to see that the door had slammed shut behind him. Danny felt his eyes widen as he quickly began to make his way back toward it, he only made it a few steps before he heard her.

“I’ve been expecting you.” A woman's voice echoed at first not seeming to have any particular location, almost rattling through his head more than anything. Danny didn’t know where to look, his lips parting unsure what to say, “Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.” Said the voice again, this time right by his ear.

Danny spun around, eyes wide with disbelief when he found himself staring at a now sunny space full of flowers, it… was almost a greenhouse or royal garden, but something about it told him that wasn’t quite it. As he looked up there was no glass ceiling… and no sun either, just a black sky full of stars. And yet this space was filled with bright and beautiful daylight, it causing the dew on the plants to glisten.

Danny looked back behind him but only found more shrubbery and flowers growing wildly; nervously he began to take steps forward. Danny had no idea where he was going, or where he was even… only that there were flowers of every sort and shape. Danny could hear the fine gravel under his boots crunch with each step, it was a change from the creaking floorboards of the inn.

A small purple butterfly took to the air as Danny passed, fluttering ahead of him softly. Danny watched it curiously, noticing that it seemed to fly in one spot for a time as if it was waiting for him to follow. Danny eventually did so, eyes staying open to anything that could happen. ‘I hate sorcerers.’ He thinks to himself, being all too aware of the kind of things they pulled to show their “unimaginable power”. It didn’t impress Danny in the slightest.

The butterfly made a few brisk turns, leading him down many paths until they came to a space where falling water could be heard. As soon as the sound was able to be heard the butterfly disappeared into purple mist; Danny could only sigh and shake his head. Everything here was most likely an illusion of some sort, many magic users created something of… a study den if you will. A place where they felt safe to practice their magic, though this place was all in their imagination… part of a meditation.

Danny continued forward to find a pond with a small fresh water waterfall running into it. “It’s about time.” The woman’s voice spoke again, as his eyes came to meet the owner his cheeks immediately turned a fiery red. Danny was quick to lift his eyes skyward; the woman before him stepped out of the water completely naked without any shame.

“Ah-- a shy one I see.” She uttered out loud, pulling her fingers through her wet hair.

“Not at all, just… a gentleman.” Danny responded, not wanting to look down at her until she was fully clothed.

“A gentleman would have knocked before entering my chambers.” She responded, with a subtle grin.

“I would have knocked, but I know better than to even flick a protected door.” He tells her, it was a strange feeling having his eyes upward. As a general rule Danny thought it safer to always keep his eyes on people he wasn’t sure could be trusted, somehow though, looking away from her came instinctually.

“Fair,” She utters, taking a seat on a large stone by the water. She didn’t seem inclined to put on any clothing at all, exuding all the confidence in the world. “Good god man, you can look at me. I won’t bite.” She tells him.

Danny struggled to lower his gaze back to her figure, “Just--- can you put on a towel or something? Please?” He responded,

“You realize this is my realm, I don’t have to do anything you ask me to.” The woman tells him seriously, “In fact I could have removed your clothing if that was my intention.” She admits, arms folded, but abiding by his request. She moved to place a loose robe over her shoulders.

“Now tell me. Are you here to help me Danny?” She inquires, not bothering to tie the ribbon around the waist.

Danny cleared his throat as his gaze finally came upon her, “I… well I came here to get more information.” He tells her, eyes lingering a little on her facial features. It was true what they said about sorceresses… they were always enchantingly beautiful. Danny almost fell into a dream-like state looking into her eyes, “Like… what you’re doing here in a city that wants your kind dead first off.” He finally continues.

“Oh,” She hummed, “Nil didn’t tell you?” She says, no expression coming to her features. She slowly locking eyes with him,

“...I’m going to kill the King.” She says.

//So this was incredibly fun to write. I just got so freaking lost in it. It's up to you guys if you want me to do a separate fic series following the Kiszka brothers as this one is just Danny for now! If so, leave me some ideas for what race or role yall think they would have!

Fun fact is actually a character I play in a D&D session my S/O runs! You'll definitely get more information about her as the story continues on.//

#greta van fleet #josh kiszka #josh gvf #danny gvf #jake gvf #jake kiszka #sam gvf #danny wagner #danny wagner x reader #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fleet roleplay #gvf fanfiction #gvf magical #gvf imagine #lover leaver

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cheater [one] | kara danvers

summary: after catching your girlfriend cheating on you, kara happens to be there for you when you've never felt more alone

warning/s: cheating I guess?

author's note: there's another two parts to this because it was pretty long and I had to split it lol soz guys

part two | part three | masterlist | wattpad

"I think that's a wrap," Kara said with relief, smiling as she closed her notebook. "I can begin writing this up tomorrow."

"I can't wait to read it," I told her honestly, returning her smile. "You've got the quotes, you've got the story, you've got the pictures. It can't go wrong."

Kara chuckled as she began to pack up. "You're right. Thank you for staying late with me to help me finish the prep. I owe you."

"It's nothing." I waved her off as I also stood up and packed away. "You've helped me out a ton of times. It's the least I could do."

She didn't say anything, but the appreciative smile on her lips said enough. I checked the time on one of the many clocks hung on the walls of CatCo and decided to give my girlfriend a quick call.

"Hello?"

"Anna, love, hey," I said, an automatic smile appearing on my lips. "What are you doing right now? I thought we could hang out tonight. I know it's late, but Kara and I finished up some work so I thought I could stop by."

Anna sounded tired as she answered, "Aw, babe, I'm glad that you got your work done, but I'm half asleep between episodes of The Office and I don't think I can stay awake long enough to do something. I'm sorry."

I shook my head, despite being on the phone. "Oh, no, it's okay, no need to apologise. I'll leave you to it... I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow," she replied. "Love you."

"I love you, too," I said, before hanging up.

"That Anna?" Kara asked, glancing up at me as she grabbed her bag. "She doing good? I haven't seen much of her lately."

"Yeah, she's good, she's been busy sorting out that new summer segment for the fashion section," I said, pocketing my phone and grabbing my own bag.

"Oh, yeah, I saw, that looks pretty cool," Kara nodded as the two of us began to walk to the lift.

"Yeah," I agreed, a little half-heartedly.

It went quiet as the two of us rode the lift down to the lobby, until Kara suddenly spoke up.

"Hey, erm, since you've not got plans, do you want to maybe get some ice cream?" she asked, before a confused smile appeared on her face as if she was unsure to why she was asking me in the first place.

I smiled with amusement. "I guess, yeah. Bit random, I must admit."

Kara rubbed the back of her neck as she glanced down at her shoes. "Yeah, well, I'm in the mood for something sweet. And it can be my treat. Y'know, for helping me."

I shrugged, still smiling. "I won't say no to free ice cream."

She met my eyes, a glint of excitement in her own. "Great. I know a place. It's a little out, but it's really good."

As we walked out of the lift, I nodded. "You know your food, Danvers, you have all of my trust."

She laughed, giving me a glance before leading me outside to hail a taxi.

I'd hung out with Kara a handful of times – we worked together and naturally became work friends, so I was used to her random ideas and acts of kindness from her. So, allowing her to take me to get ice cream downtown at almost midnight was definitely a little out there, but nothing too unusual.

"What d'you think?" Kara asked, a massive grin on her face that made her blue eyes sparkle.

"This is really good," I admitted, chuckling when I saw her first pump.

"I knew you'd love it," she said, before accepting her own ice cream cone off the salesman.

"You know what you'd love?" I asked, a thought coming to mind. She hummed as she dove into her ice cream, unable to speak. I smiled with amusement as I continued. "Mr Whippy."

"Mr what-y?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Mr Whippy," I repeated, noting her urge to laugh. "It's an ice cream we have back in England. You get it from ice cream vans in the summer and it's basically a soft, white ice cream. They put sherbet, sprinkles and whatever sauce you want on it. Usually raspberry though. Then they add a flake and it's complete! It's the best thing ever. Immediate sugar rush. You'd love it."

"Sounds like my kind of thing," she said, eagerly.

"Definitely," I agreed, walking out of the ice cream shop with her.

"Right now though, this is definitely hitting the spot..."

I stopped listening to Kara as I looked ahead and furrowed my eyebrows. There was a restaurant opposite the ice cream shop and it looked like my girlfriend was sat inside, laughing over dinner with another girl. Huh..?

"...and you're not listening. What's up, Y/N?"

Kara followed my gaze and judging by the way she tensed up, my thoughts were confirmed. I wasn't imagining it – Anna was definitely sat there with another girl. Or should I say she was now kissing another girl.

"Y/N... I don't... I..."

Kara hesitated, unsure what to say, but I could feel her staring at me with pity.

I reached for my phone and called Anna, waiting as it rang. I looked up and saw Anna interrupting sucking face with a girl who I didn't recognise to check her phone. I swallowed the lump in my throat as she checked the caller ID and declined the call, before getting back to the girl she was with. I chewed on the inside of my mouth as I locked my phone, forcing myself to look away.

"Y/N–"

"Am I alright to go home?" I asked, my voice surprisingly quiet and steady.

Kara tried to meet my eyes, but I avoided hers, embarrassed enough as it was.

"Yeah, of course," she replied, squeezing my arm gently. "I'll get you a cab. Come on."

I nodded and followed her, but not before glancing behind me one last time. I don't know if I expected to not see anything, but that wasn't the case. Anna was still sat there with somebody else, leaning into her and laughing at whatever.

She was still cheating and I was still left hurting.

***

My eyes were glued to my computer screen when I heard her voice, calling for me like usual. Except it wasn't like usual because now I knew the truth.

"Babe, I thought I'd drop by your desk and see how you're doing." Anna leaned down and tried to kiss me, but I moved my head, resulting in her kissing my cheek. She frowned as she pulled away. "Hey, I'm sorry about last night..." No, you're not. "I know you wanted to hang out, but I was falling asleep." No, you weren't. "But you hung out with Kara, right? You said you got ice cream?" Yeah and I saw you cheat on me. "Sounds fun!"

I swallowed hard and forced a small smile as I looked up to her. I tried to understand how this woman who I'd grown to love could throw it all away as if it meant nothing, so she could be with someone else? If she wanted to break up with me, she should have just done it. I would have preferred that over being cheated on and used like an accessory. I used to look at her and feel love. Now all I felt was pain.

"It's okay, I did end up going out with Kara," I said, maintaining my voice and any stutter. "It was nice. But I was thinking that maybe we could go out for lunch today? If you're not too busy?" Too busy making out with other girls.

"That sounds great," she agreed, a plastic smile on her face. "I'll see–"

"Sorry to interrupt," a woman approached, and I widened my eyes when I realised it was the woman from last night. She was the new fashion intern. "Miss Fox, we need you to look at the layout for this week's issue. It's a group effort."

I felt my mouth go dry as I looked between them both. They were smiling innocently, but their eyes spilled a million secrets. She was cheating on me with the intern?

"How many times have I told you, Katy, you can call me Anna," Anna said, playfully. "I'm not that much older than you."

"Right," Katy agreed, playing the part. "My apologies, Anna."

"I should get going," Anna said, looking to me with a smile, "but I'll see you here in a few hours to get lunch."

I nodded, unable to get words out without screaming. Anna blew a kiss towards me before following Katy out of here. My stomach turned at how many times I'd seen them together in the past and how I never knew. I didn't notice Katy much – I was a news reporter, not fashion. I rarely saw her. But she saw me evidently. Everybody at CatCo knew Anna and I were together, so she wasn't exactly in the dark. She was knowingly with my girlfriend. And knowingly playing me, just like Anna.

I tried not to let that sour thought disrupt me from my work, but it was hard. I felt like somebody was sitting on my chest, squeezing it tighter and tighter and making me extremely uncomfortable. I just had to make it to lunch, where I would confront Anna and make her admit that she was cheating on me. That she was a horrible fucking person. That she broke my heart and that she broke me. She... she broke me.

Lunch time rolled around soon enough and I found myself walking towards Noonan's with Anna when I stopped us from going any further. Every second more I spent pretending I didn't know felt like a disgusting coat of shame I was carrying. I didn't know how she did it – the very thought made me feel revolting. I couldn't even walk to the coffee shop with her, let alone sit through a lunch with her. I had to do it now.

"Why did we stop?" Anna asked, confused as she turned around to look at me. "What's–"

"You're cheating on me," I blurted out, before breathing out slowly. No going back now.

"What?" she played dumb, raising her eyebrows. "Y/N, are you crazy?"

I clenched my jaw, shaking my head. How could she keep pretending, even when I called her out on it?

"I saw you last night," I said, meeting her eyes. I needed to see the realisation in hers when she knew I knew the truth. The guilt, if any. "Kara took me to an ice cream place downtown. Not somewhere I usually go. But you knew that. That's why you took Katy to dinner down there. Right?"

Her mouth closed slowly as she stared at me with a blank expression, but I could see the desperation creeping in her eyes.

"How– how long has this been going on for?" I asked, cursing inwardly at my stutter.

"It's not what you think," Anna tried to amend the situation.

"I saw you kiss her!" I shouted angrily, earning the attention of some bystanders, but I didn't care. "And you declined my call! I'm not stupid, Anna! Now, how long?"

She looked down to her shoes, purposely avoiding my eyes. "A few months..."

I breathed out through my nose, feeling my heart begin to ache. A few months. She was with somebody else whilst with me for a few months.

"Are you sleeping with her?"

"Y/N, what good will this do you?" she asked, trying to divert the question.

"None of this is doing me any good, but I deserve to know," I told her sternly, containing my anger. And I'll know just how stupid I was to trust you.

Anna didn't answer straight away, but eventually, I saw her nod slightly. So, that answers that then. She was sleeping with another woman whilst being in a relationship with me. Lovely.

"I'm sorry," she muttered, finally lifting her eyes to mine. "I didn't want you to find out like this."

"Sounds like you didn't want me to find out at all," I got out, my voice cracking.

My eyesight was getting blurry and that's when I realised that I couldn't contain my emotions for much longer. I needed to go. I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of watching me get upset.

"I don't want you to speak to me unless it's work-related," I told her calmly.

"Y/N, please let me explain–"

"I mean what I said," I snapped, before turning to leave.

I speed-walked away, hoping to God that she wasn't following me. If she was, she would have seen me wipe the stray tears from my face and suck up a deep shaky breath.

When returning to the office, I made sure I looked presentable in the toilets before heading to my desk. On the way, I passed Kara at her desk and caught her gaze.

After getting a taxi home last night, I never really spoke to her this morning and I felt a little guilty for just leaving so suddenly. She must have felt very awkward to be with me as I found out Anna's secret. I wanted to apologise, but I didn't trust myself right now because I was still pretty sensitive from before.

Kara flashed me a concerned smile, to which I returned with the most convincing smile I could muster, before I headed to my desk to get on with some work.

I didn't see Anna or Katy for the rest of the day which I was glad for – now if only that could last the rest of my life. I did see Kara however, who kindly decided to stop by my desk towards the end of the day.

"Hey...," she greeted, hanging by my desk but not quite committing to staying.

I appreciated her thoughtfulness and decided to give her my full attention, hoping she'd get the hint she could stay. "Hey, Kara."

She offered a small smile as she sat at the edge of my desk. Concern flashed in her eyes though, as she asked, "How are you doing?"

I pursed my lips, ignoring the sharp pain in my heart. "I'm fine."

Kara nodded, and I almost thought she would accept my answer and leave it there, but then she looked back to me with a nervous look.

"I know it's not any of my business, but did you talk to Anna about... you know?"

I nodded slowly, eyes flickering to my desk. "Yeah. I did."

I looked up when I felt Kara's hand rest on mine, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I'm sorry," she said, a frown on her lips. "About what happened."

"You don't need to say sorry for anything," I said with a careless shrug, before adding, "but I'm sorry for letting it ruin our evening. I was having fun for what it's worth."

Kara cracked a small sad smile. "It didn't ruin anything. I just want you to know that I'm here for you. If you wanna talk about it. Or if you just want to hang out and not talk about it at all. Either way..."

"You're here."

"Yeah."

"Thanks." I looked up and met her eyes. They were kind and generous and thoughtful all at once, making me feel like I wasn't completely alone.

She nodded, her smile still present, before standing up and saying, "I'll leave you to it then."

"Bye, Kara."

***

It hadn't even been a day when Anna tried to talk to me again. She obviously didn't respect me enough, nor feel any amount of guilt enough to leave me the hell alone like I asked.

"Can we talk?" she asked for the millionth time, standing in front of my desk, looking down at me with pleading eyes. "Please, Y/N."

I stayed quiet, continuing to ignore her and instead look at my computer screen. I didn't want to speak to her because I had nothing more to say, and she knew that. She broke my heart and I was just trying to forget about it. Forget about her. I couldn't do that if she wouldn't leave me alone!

"Y/N, you have to let me say something," she tried again, making me roll my eyes. "I want to make this right. Or at least explain!"

I gritted my teeth as I tried to keep up my act of pretending she didn't exist. It was growing increasingly difficult however.

"Y/N–"

"Hey, guys," Kara swooped in out of nowhere, and I looked up, never more glad to see her face than I was now. She glanced between Anna and I before directing her question at me. "Everything okay?"

I caught sight of Anna rolling her eyes in my peripheral, making me squeeze my hands together with annoyance.

"Yes, everything's fine, Danvers," she spoke up, a hint of frustration laced in her voice. "We're just talking. Do you mind?"

Kara pursed her lips in response, merely ignoring Anna's passive aggressiveness and instead looking to me for a response. I gave her a pleading look and she nodded subtly before smiling.

"Y/N, you up for that coffee run yet?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Already locking my computer and grabbing my bag, I nodded and stood up. "Yeah, sounds good."

Anna groaned quietly as I walked around her to stand by Kara. She tried to reach out to me, but I stepped back as if she had the plague and thankfully, Kara stepped between us, staring her down.

I didn't know what she did, but it seemed to work as Anna backed off, letting Kara and I walk away. I breathed out with relief as we headed to the lift, feeling grateful for the blonde's presence.

“Thanks for that," I said when we were in the lift. I looked up to meet her eyes, offering a small smile.

She returned the smile, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "Any time."

Kara was a kind person. It was something I'd always known, I mean, we always helped each other out with our articles and she was always interested in what was new with me at work. We were good friends, but since breaking up with Anna, I truly saw how much our friendship meant to her. A lot more than I thought, apparently.

***

A week had passed since I broke up with her and I was trying very hard not to concern myself with why we broke up. If I sat for too long thinking about the fact that I obviously wasn't good enough for her, or that she would have rather strung me along whilst with someone else than break up with me, or how how I was evidently a shitty girlfriend to be faithful to, then I would have broken down. And I didn't want to be one of those girls who cried her heart out because of a break up. I refused to be that girl, be that cliché.

But sometimes clichés are clichés for a reason.

I was signing off on a parcel at the reception on our floor when I felt Kara's presence beside me.

“Hey," she greeted me. "How are things?"

She'd been checking in on me whenever she saw me around the office, and even took me out for lunch and coffee when she could. I knew what she was doing and I appreciated it a lot. She truly was a blessing.

I smiled, looking up at her. She was already staring at me with sparkling blue eyes.

"I'm good, Kara," I assured her. "Especially since you asked me twenty minutes ago when you stopped by my desk."

She pressed her lips together into a sheepish smile as she looked down to her shoes with embarrassment. One of the few reasons left to smile was Kara's silly antics, and I found it amusing that she felt the need to constantly make sure I was okay. It was cute.

"Sorry, I just wanted to make sure," she said, making me chuckle.

"It's cool," I said, accepting my parcel from the receptionist.

I was ready to walk back to my desk, but the sight of Anna and Katy kissing behind Kara caught my attention. I forgot how to breathe for a moment, feeling like the wind had been smacked out of me, as I saw them making out. She'd moved on already, with the girl she'd cheated on me with. Because she'd done that. Cheated on me. She cheated on me.

I noticed a few people in the hall glancing between them and I, evidently picking up on the fact that we were no longer together. It didn't take a genius to know what they were thinking – I was pathetic. I was supposed to move past all of this, but seeing Anna there, absolutely fine... I couldn't take it anymore. I was sick of bottling it up.

Kara glanced behind her, following my gaze, and gasped a little. I felt my throat close up, my cheeks heating up with embarrassment. I felt like an idiot.

"I'm sorry, I've gotta go," I croaked out, neglecting my parcel at the reception desk and backing up.

Kara spun around to me again, her eyes widened with pity. I hated it, knowing she felt bad for me. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat as I walked away, eventually running to the toilets so I could escape this suffocating situation.

Fresh tears were flowing from my eyes when I reached the toilets. Thankfully, the cubicles were empty and nobody was here to see me look so pathetic. I stopped by the sinks and clutched my stomach, feeling sick.

My hands began to shake and it was as if all the pain from the past week had reached its boiling point and was spilling over. My heart felt like it was crumbling, the image of Anna and Katy kissing playing in my mind over and over. She didn't want me anymore. She stopped wanting me a long time ago.

I looked to the toilet door when I heard it open, glad to see it was just Kara, though I was still embarrassed because of what she was seeing.

She stopped when she saw me, frowning as she took in my appearance. "Oh, Y/N."

I shook my head, one hand still clutching my stomach tightly. "I– I don't understand h– how somebody can do that."

She didn't know what to say, but when she stepped forward, I moved towards her, falling into her embrace. She held me close as I cried into her arms, finally letting it all out. It felt good to stop avoiding my pain. But it hurt a lot. I was convinced my heart would never recover.

Kara simply held me, rubbing circles on my back and telling me it would be okay. I wasn't sure if I believed her, but she had a special talent of making you want to. She was warm and comforting and her voice was soft and inviting. I wanted to believe her.

I wasn't sure how long we stayed like that, but I eventually ran out of tears, leaving only pure embarrassment as I pulled away from Kara. I avoided her eyes as she kept ahold of my hands, squeezing them comfortingly.

"I think I'm gonna take you home, Y/N," she said quietly, and I could feel her eyes piercing through me. "Is that okay?"

I wanted to tell her it was okay to leave me. That I'd be fine and I could get home myself. I didn't need her help. But the truth was, I didn't want her to leave. Not now. I didn't want to be alone.

I nodded and she breathed out a little, keeping ahold of one of my hands as she held me out of the toilets. I kept my eyes glued to the floor as she told me to wait on the side as she went to grab my bag and hers. It didn't take her long to join my side again, grasping my hand in hers.

She ended up taking me back to my flat, coming inside with me and sitting me on the couch. I was surprised that she joined me.

"When you're ready to talk, I'll be here," she said, and I looked up to see her watching me with certainty. "Even if you don't want to talk, I'll be here."

"Thank you, Kara," I said, my voice dry, making me clear my throat.

"Come on, we can watch some TV," she said, moving forward to grab the remote off the coffee table.

She flicked between the channels and eventually settled on Brooklyn Nine-Nine. It played for the next ten minutes or so, but I wasn't listening. I was trapped in my own thoughts, unable to stop thinking about how I ended up here. How I ended up crying over somebody who I once loved. This time last week, we were happy. And now... now I didn't know what to do.

"Y/N," Kara said, pulling me from my thoughts. I looked up and she was frowning, moving forward to wipe away some tears from my face. I didn't even realise I'd been crying again.

"She did something wrong, yet I'm the one suffering," I said quietly, swallowing hard. "How is that fair?" I paused, my fingers fidgeting uncomfortably. "How is it fair that she's making me feel insecure about myself? I feel like... I feel like this is my fault... I know it's not, but... but it feels like it is. She... she cheated on me. It had to have been my fault. Nobody just cheats..."

"You're not to blame, Y/N," Kara said, resting a hand on my fidgeting ones. They stopped. "You did nothing wrong, you hear me? Cheating on somebody is disgusting. There's no justification. She's the one who should feel insecure. It's all her fault and... gosh, one second."

She let go of me and pulled her phone from her pocket, raising it to her ear. "Alex, what's up?" I watched as she seemed tense, turning around slightly. "But you can handle it, right? ...No, I'm with Y/N... I'd prefer not to... You've got this... Okay, thanks. Let me know how it goes later... Bye."

She turned around and pocketed her phone, relaxing into her seat. "Sorry about that."

"You can go if you need to," I said, feeling guilty for keeping her. "It sounded important."

"No, no, it wasn't," she said, waving her hand, before peering at me with sincerity. "I'm here. And I was saying how none of this is your fault. It's hers. She should feel horrible."

"She seems pretty happy with Katy," I pointed out, smiling sadly. "I'm the one crying on the couch."

"Because you actually have feelings unlike some people." Kara shook her head. "This isn't your fault. I can promise you that. I know it's hurts. It will. Because you loved her. But you'll get through it. It won't hurt forever."

"You make it sound easy."

She cracked a small smile. "I know it's not. But you're not alone."

"You've said."

"Well, I mean it."

"I know." I rested my hand on hers and met her eyes. "Thank you for being here. I don't know if it's because you feel obligated to, since you were there when I found out, but–"

"That's not it," she cut me off.

"Well, thank you," I finished, nodding slightly. "You're gonna get sick of my face eventually, but I'll make the most of having you around, Danvers."

"You can't get rid of me that easily, Y/L/N," she joked, leaning forward to pull me in for a side hug. "I'm–"

"Here, I got it."

"Doesn't seem like it."

I couldn't help but smile as I glanced up at the blonde, seeing the amusement dancing in her blue eyes.

"There's that smile I missed," she pointed out, grinning down at me.

I rolled my eyes and faced the TV again, but my smile was still present. I wasn't getting rid of Kara and I wasn't complaining. I didn't want to be alone and she was better company than I could have asked for. God bless Kara Danvers.

#kara danvers x reader #kara danvers imagines #kara danvers imagine #kara danvers #supergirl x reader #supergirl imagine #supergirl

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witness-protection-official · 5 years ago

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Warning, contains mildly graphic depictions of gore, cursing, and a brief mention of sexual assault. Please read at your own risk

Witness Protection - An Eyeless Jack x Female Reader fanfiction

Chapter 2

The tall man ran over, slapping a liquid coated hand over your mouth and pressing you against a wall. It took you about two seconds to realize that the liquid was blood, the scent of iron overpowering. The door to the hotel room shut slowly, a soft click telling both you and this man that the door was shut. He took his other hand and made a ‘shh’ motion over his mask, slowly bringing his hand away. You gulp and comply, not daring to scream. You wipe a bit of the blood off of your face.

“I-Is he d-dead?” You let your gaze drift to the horror that is the corpse sitting limp on the creamy toned carpet. He nods slowly and walks over, kneeling over the body. He prods it with a gloved finger, like he was making sure it was now nothing more than a sack of meat. You start to creep to the door, but he begins to make his way over to you once more. He reached the door and slid the lock in place, as if it would help. You raise a brow but he grabs one of the arm chairs in the room, getting bloody handprints and footprints all over the place. He slid the chair in front of the door with ease, and you realize he’s blocking your chances of exiting the room and calling the cops. He nods, as if satisfied with the exits blocked and then returns to the body, where he grabs a bloody scalpel out of his pocket.

“Wh-what are you going to do with that?” instead of responding, he cuts away the dead man’s shirt and then presses the blade against the body’s stomach, slicing down. You go green in the face. He continues to cut, blood beginning to pool. Eyes squeezed shut, you try to ignore the revolting sounds of things being removed. The sound of someone eating fills your ears and you crack your eyes open. A kidney is grasped in the man’s hand, his mask is tilted up, but you cannot see his face, it’s blocked by his hood. The kidney goes closer to the man’s face and you vomit before you can think. This strange murderer is eating organs. He doesn’t seem to mind your puking, and keeps eating. You grip your stomach, feeling the need to heave come upon you once more. The chewing stops and you breathe a sigh of relief, glancing up. He’s placing the organs in freezer bags that he probably had in his pocket somehow. The sickening feeling returns. You turn away completely, unable to look. You face the wall for maybe a minute before the sounds of running water fill the air. Slowly, you turn back around. The scene before you still makes you sick to your stomach, but you try to ignore it, and peek into the bathroom. He’s washing his face, splashing water onto the area around his mouth. The water that runs off is tinted red, and you pale more, if possible. Finally, he pulls his mask back over his face and turns to look at you. Instead of attacking you, like you thought he would at any given moment, he walked past you, getting to the body and scooping some blood in his hands, and he threw it on a footprint he left.

He repeats this tedious process with every footprint in the room, including your own. Soon, he finishes, and does a once over of the room before, finally, he turns to look at you. His hands dive into his pockets, and you tense, expecting his surgical blade to appear, gleaming with fresh blood, but instead he produces a small roll of duct tape, unrolling a small portion. He tears off this tiny piece and slaps it over your mouth. Next, his hands grip your wrists and he tapes them together, using multiple layers of the sticky tape and making it go up your arms, not just on your wrists.

“Is there anyone downstairs right now?” his voice is familiar, but you are in too much shock to care. A shake of your head tells him ‘no’, and he moves the chair and unlocks the door, swinging it open. He scoops you up in his arms, holding you bridal style, which was a welcome change from the expected slung-over-the-shoulder-like-a-sack-of-potatoes. He walks calmly to the elevator, pressing the button to bring the elevator to this floor. It dings and he steps in, hitting the button for the ground floor. You wait there, your work uniform soaking through with blood that was clearly not his own as he held you firmly. The doors slide open and he peers out, and as you had said, it was empty. He hustles out of the building and towards a beat up truck with a license plate from a completely different state. He shifts your weight to one arm and pops open the passenger side door. He throws you into the seat and climbs up on the side, strapping you in. He pulls out the tape again and tapes the buckle in place, he closes the door and you hear a click. He locked the doors. A heavy sigh leaves you, muffled by the piece of tape. With nothing to do and no hope of escaping, you lean your cheek against the chilly glass of the window and count the stars, trying to find constellations. You zoned off and failed to notice the driver’s side door opening or the truck turning on. It’s only when the vehicle starts to move that you snap out of your stupor, and you turn to look at him. He says nothing, staring straight ahead. You groan quietly and move to stare out the window again.

Buildings pass as he drove through the city you worked within. He continued to drive in complete silence, the only thing keeping you from going insane was the strange sound the engine made whenever he put his foot on the brakes and the thumping the chassis made whenever it bounced over a bunch of rocks or a crack in the pavement. Each thump made your head smack roughly against the passenger side window. It was really beginning to hurt. How long had he been driving? It was impossible to tell. Your best guess was maybe half an hour. The blood still hadn't dried on your shirt, but you were acutely aware of the crusty feeling your entire left side had, face included. You brought your shoulder up, trying to wipe the bodily fluid that had encrusted itself onto your skin off with the blood stained shoulder of your uniform. It only made it worse. You bite the inside of your cheek in frustration, and thump your skull against the glass repeatedly, trying to knock yourself unconscious so at least you could rest and be free from this seemingly never ending boredom. The man's bloody glove gripped your arm, pulling you away from the window. You whined and tried to pull away, but not only was he stronger, he had the advantage of being able to leave the car. Something happened and he had to put both hands on the wheel, leaving you to try to hit your head hard enough to fall asleep. He let out an audible growl and pulled over. The old truck had been moving along the back roads for quite some time, making getting out and moving to the passenger side door much easier for the man. He climbed onto the step.

"Hold still," he growled, pulling a syringe out of his pocket. A clear liquid barely sloshed around in it, there was so much it couldn't even move inside the plastic tube. You obviously resisted. There was no telling what was in that pointed needle of your possible doom. "Its anesthesia, calm down," You protest through screaming the best you can. He grabs your arm roughly, practically cutting off all blood flow to the limb, and stabs the needle into your neck. It was a sharp, sudden pain that slowly faded as he pushed the liquid in. 'This is it' you thought woefully. 'This is how I die. In the passenger seat of an ancient looking truck with a tall ass man stabbing a needle into my neck. What a way to go-' you cut yourself off as you feel your body numb. This was it, you supposed. End of the line. He pulled the needle out of your neck and held your limp body with incredible and inhuman ease, by which I mean one arm, and lazily, too. The world was beginning to fade into black and that's when you realized he was counting down like doctors do right before a patient goes in for surgery.

"7...6...5…" his voice sounded soft this time, no harshness. Maybe it was because you were slowly losing your ability to think and hear, but it did appear to be quieter, at least a little. And he wasn't growling. "3…" he was growing quieter as the world around you was being engulfed in darkness. You concluded it was whatever drug he gave you. You struggled to keep your eyes open, horrified about what he might do to you once he had you unconscious. You just hoped he wouldn't kill or take advantage of you while you slept.

"No…" you barely managed to let the word slip past your lips before it all went dark.

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Jack ignored her quiet protest. He wasn't going to do anything to her. It was a simple anesthetic. She'd be awake in a few hours, most likely. He sighed as he pushed her limp body back into her seat properly, slamming the door shut. He dug his hands into his jean pockets, pulling out a slightly busted smartphone to check the time. It was late. If his math was correct, the sun would probably be rising by the time they reached the next pitstop, which was the gas station. He could probably pick up some food for his little hostage while he was there. Couldn't have her dying on him yet. He pocketed the phone after a moment and climbed back into his side of the truck, slamming his own door shut and strapping in. He took a quick glance at the woman beside him. He'd have to get her new clothes too. That is if he decided to let her live longer than after the next hotel. She'd cost him his precious sleep, so now she was going to suffer with the constant fear of what he was to do with her as punishment. A rather vanilla one for Jack, to be completely frank. But he was tired, and she could run basic errands for him like getting simple supplies or keeping lookout for cops while he was hunting.

He took off his mask and dropped it onto a crowded seat in the back. With a heavy, stressed sigh, he pressed the heels of his palms to his sockets and groaned, letting his head fall and hit the horn in the middle of the steering wheel. He wasn't concerned about it honking and waking anybody up. The button had died nearly three years ago. He sat up and ran a hand through his hair before starting the car back up and getting back on the road.

Now he was all for the whole 'time is a social construct thing,' but it still bothered him whenever someone called him while he was trying to sleep, even if it was in an uncomfortable thing, such as his truck. He needed some kind of sleep. So when his phone began ringing violently at 3 am while he was trying to nap, he was more than a little irked. He grumbled, half awake, and unstrapped, clumsily opening the car door and slipping out, grabbing his mask on the way out. The door was lazily shut behind him. He didn't hear it latch, but he didn't care. He had parked in a field by a cliffside to avoid being bothered by some curious teen or meddling dumbass. The phone in his pocket continued to vibrate in his jeans, forcing him to pull it out and answer.

"What?!" he snapped at whoever it was.

"Calm down sir," there was a man on the other end. He didn't recognize the voice, and if they knew him they wouldn't call him sir.

"Sorry," he sighed. "I just woke up. Can I help you?"

"It says here that you left the hotel recently with all of your stuff but left your keycard at the front desk?"

"Ah, yes. I meant to check out but there was no one at the front desk,"

"Alright, thank you, that is all, goodbye," He hummed and then hung up. He pinched the bridge of his nose, careful not to scratch himself with his nails. He glanced at the fence that kept people from falling off of the cliff. He walked over to it and rested his arms on the rotting wood, scrolling through his contacts. He selected a rather important one, and tried calling. It wouldn't let him. Apparently his signal was too weak to make such a long distance call. He grumbled again. Today was not his day.

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You awoke slowly, blinking away any sleepy sand left in your eyes, before looking around the dimly lit area. You still had tape on your mouth, and your arms. You were still dressed. Relief flooded you. You looked around after your mini euphoric moment to gather where you were. It was hard to tell from where you sat. all you really knew was that it was nighttime and the man was nowhere to be seen. After a lot of shifting, you spotted him leaning against a fence, trying to do something on a phone you didn't know he had. It was all strangely serene. The moonlight lit up the area in dim white light, also bathing the man and his black cloaked self in a pure light. Strange, how simple light can make him look holy despite the man being far from heavenly. He pocketed the phone and returned to the truck.

"Good morning," he grumbled as he opened the driver's side door, voice hoarse. You don't respond. He closed the door and got situated properly in his seat before starting the car and beginning to drive. He says nothing else. Your shoulders sink, and you rest your head against the strangely cool glass of the window.

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thesquireofcheddar · 5 years ago

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“I let him run on, this papier-mache Mephistopheles, and it seemed to me that if I tried I could poke my forefinger through him, and would find nothing inside but a little loose dirt, maybe. He, don't you see, had been planning to be assistant-manager by and by under the present man, and I could see that the coming of that Kurtz had upset them both not a little. He talked precipitately, and I did not try to stop him. I had my shoulders against the wreck of my steamer, hauled up on the slope like a carcass of some big river animal. The smell of mud, of primeval mud, by Jove! was in my nostrils, the high stillness of primeval forest was before my eyes; there were shiny patches on the black creek. The moon had spread over everything a thin layer of silver—over the rank grass, over the mud, upon the wall of matted vegetation standing higher than the wall of a temple, over the great river I could see through a sombre gap glittering, glittering, as it flowed broadly by without a murmur. All this was great, expectant, mute, while the man jabbered about himself. I wondered whether the stillness on the face of the immensity looking at us two were meant as an appeal or as a menace. What were we who had strayed in here? Could we handle that dumb thing, or would it handle us? I felt how big, how confoundedly big, was that thing that couldn't talk, and perhaps was deaf as well. What was in there? I could see a little ivory coming out from there, and I had heard Mr. Kurtz was in there. I had heard enough about it, too—God knows! Yet somehow it didn't bring any image with it—no more than if I had been told an angel or a fiend was in there. I believed it in the same way one of you might believe there are inhabitants in the planet Mars. I knew once a Scotch sailmaker who was certain, dead sure, there were people in Mars. If you asked him for some idea how they looked and behaved, he would get shy and mutter something about 'walking on all-fours.' If you as much as smiled, he would—though a man of sixty—offer to fight you. I would not have gone so far as to fight for Kurtz, but I went for him near enough to a lie. You know I hate, detest, and can't bear a lie, not because I am straighter than the rest of us, but simply because it appalls me. There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies—which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world—what I want to forget. It makes me miserable and sick, like biting something rotten would do. Temperament, I suppose. Well, I went near enough to it by letting the young fool there believe anything he liked to imagine as to my influence in Europe. I became in an instant as much of a pretence as the rest of the bewitched pilgrims. This simply because I had a notion it somehow would be of help to that Kurtz whom at the time I did not see—you understand. He was just a word for me. I did not see the man in the name any more than you do. Do you see him? Do you see the story? Do you see anything? It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream—making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is of the very essence of dreams....”

#lit

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 6 years ago

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🏰⚔️ DMODT- 12 full... ya'll see why I couldn't add this to 11

Darting through the castle, Eren felt as if he was being watched as he rushed through the halls. Having spent days researching, then spending a few moments with Levi each day, his fondness for the man had grown. He found himself not growing angry when Levi ordered lunch to be brought to him, or called by to see how his reading was going. He wasn't allowed to research today, throwing his routine out of whack, as they were having a friendly tournament upon the training oval. The court mages had spent the night setting up a magical arena, complete with seating and banners of blue for Eldia. Both Levi and Erwin were going to be competing, which scattered his nerves. The cherry on top being Mikasa also competing. Even if the Eldia forces may be taking it all in good fun, Marley probably had no idea what fun was. Staying up late to lament the possible fates of his friends, had caused him to oversleep. That an a particularly steamy dream about Levi. Breathing easier as he escaped the castle confines, he raced over to where Armin was waiting for him "I'm sorry!" "You're late, Eren!" "I know, I know. I'm sorry" Reaching Armin, his friend immediately noticed the brooch on his shoulder. His friend reaching out to touch it, as Eren slapped him off "Leave it alone" Armin pouted "It's pretty" "I know it is, and it was also a gift" "Oooooh. Someone's got a secret admirer" Eren rolled his eyes, linking arms with Armin in order to drag him off towards the arena "It's not like that at all. It was payment for a favour" "From who?" "None of your business" "Ereeeeen. You know I live for gossip" "There's no gossip here. Just a magic thing" "You're so lucky. I would love to know magic" "It's not as fun as you think..." Eren's mind went to the statues of the bandits... He still wasn't ok with what happened "I can't believe you. Most people would kill for that power" A power he couldn't use. Yeah. Right. He and Levi were still dancing around the topic of what came next "Enough about me. Have you seen him yet?" Armin stumbled, shooting him a glare "I don't know who you can possibly mean. I have seen Mikasa, though. She's in full armour" "It's best she is. This might be for fun, but that's only if no one dies" "Mikasa won't die. And I think she's eager to show you what she can do" "Don't say it like that..." "Say it like what?" "You know damn well" "I'm just saying, this is the first time you'll see her combat skills properly. She's really quite amazing" "Oh! Do you know two guards, called Jean and Sasha?" "I do. They're kind of my friends. What happened?" "Nothing happened, but Jean is a dick" "Jean reminds me a lot of you" "You don't know me at all. I'm nothing like that horsefaced arsehole" "How do you know he's a horsefaced arsehole, if nothing happened?" "Don't you use your logic on me. The day is beautiful, let's enjoy this" "I'm so happy they're doing this..." "You just want to see your precious blonde knight" Armin spluttered, ultimately not denying so, before falling silent. Taking their seats, Eren was able to get them better seats by being a mage. Though they weren't exactly great, they were the third row back, and on the bendy bit of the row, the arena being a giant oval in shape. Eldia banners of deep blue alternated with Marley banners of blood red, both fluttering in the wind. It was all far more grand than Eren had thought it would be. Citizens had come from town, with aristocracy taking the best seats in the front row. Personally Eren didn't want to be in the front row. Now with horses, swords and possible blood flying. Even in the third row, he had an almost death grip on Armin's hands. He didn't want anything to happen to Mikasa, and he doubly didn't want anything to happen to Levi. Erwin... was nice and all, and while he didn't want anything happening to him, he was definitely third on the list "Eren... your hands" Looking to Armin's lap, he realised his was creating sparks. Hastily he forced himself to let go "Sorry! I can't control this stupid magic of mine" "It's fine. It didn't hurt, but do we need to be so worried?" "I can't help it. Mikasa could be hurt" Thank god for Mikasa. He couldn't openly admit his worry for Levi "She'll be fine. Oh, look. It's starting" "Starting" meant a trailing speech from Zeke on the greatness of Marley. Levi standing beside the man with a forced smile on his lips. For someone so antisocial, Levi must have been uncomfortable as fuck. He hoped the alpha could tell he was there, and that he wasn't alone... even if things were weird and he didn't know what to call this thing between them. Both Marley's and Eldia's competing soldiers walked onto the field in full garb. Armin excitedly pointing out Mikasa, who wore a fierce look on her face. There were quite a few female soldiers on the Eldia side, where Marley only had the tall woman who followed Zeke around. Clapping with the rest of the crowd, Eren's heart was in his throat. The first round of the tournament was horse skills. Mikasa doing marvellously, as he'd expected. Only a few soldiers took place in the demonstration, as they weaved in and out of obstacles, while performing jumps and collecting ribbons held in the air by magic, and all within a certain time limit. When the event was over, a large blue shower of sparks burst above the stadium, signalling the first round went to Eldia. Eren's nervousness started to bleed away. No one had been hurt, and they'd all looked incredibly graceful upon their horses, even while in armour. The next round was horseback fighting. For some unknown reason, Mikasa didn't take place in it. Which was probably why Marley won that round, and an Eldia soldier had to be stretchered off the field as he'd been thrown when a sword was swung at the legs of his horse. The third round was archery, first on foot than by horse. Competitors shooting at magical targets. Arrows and bows were still a tender topic for Eren, so he didn't end up watching the round at all. He didn't want to suddenly turn any of the soldier to stone. The forth round was the longest. Two fighters stood in the middle of the arena, one from Eldia and one from Marley. Eren didn't know what to call it, but as one soldier fell, they were replaced. The wounds non-lethal, but everything else seemed to go. Marley wasn't afraid to fight dirty, their soldier taking down three Eldian's before finally being taken down by and Eldian. Back and forth competitors fell, each fight aggressive and beautiful like a dance. When the last Eldia competitor came out, Armin nearly jumped into his lap "I can't watch!" It was hard to tell, but for Armin to be so scared, it must have been Erwin. The figure was far too large to be Mikasa "He's going to be fine" "But he's up against Zeke's body guard, Yelena!" "He's going to be fine. Stop hiding" Erwin and Yelena seemed to be pretty evenly matched. Their fight has everyone on the edge of their seats. Unlike the previous competitors, they made the most of the arena. It was positively thrilling, only ending when both Yelena's and Erwin's swords broke. Eren was in absolute awe over it. He'd never be on the same level as the pair of him... and that sucked. His amazement soon turned to self hatred. If he hadn't been born an omega, he might very well be out there. He might be aiding in the fight for Eldia, and not being protected by everyone around him. Coming back to the centre of the arena, Zeke was all smiles as he clapped "Ladies and Gentlemen, it would appear to be a draw! Both our countries are indeed brave! To close the event, Prince Erwin and I shall face off in a friendly battle. No matter who wins or loses, we, your princes, vow to bring glory on our kingdoms!" Oh... fucking fuck-fuck. Zeke was too much of an arsehole to take a loss well, and Levi... could Levi even swing a sword. He must have been able to... and the man was strong... but he was only human. Closing his eyes, he prayed harder than he'd ever prayed before. He didn't want Levi hurt. He didn't know what to do if the man was... "Eren?" Opening his eyes, Eren realised he was being stared at "Prince Zeke... look" At the end of the stairs down to first layer of seats, Zeke stood staring at him. Pointing at him, the man beckoned him down. Flushed with embarrassment, Eren was shaking as he rose from his seat and approached Zeke, bowing once close enough "Sir?" "A kiss for good luck" He didn't want to kiss the man! Not in front of everyone. This had to be divine punishment! "S-sir?" "You must give me a kiss for good luck" His threat went unsaid. He'd be insulted if Eren didn't. Leaning in, Eren's lips brushed Zeke's. Nearly choking as Zeke pushed his tongue into his mouth. It felt so wrong... but he still had to keep calm and smile as the kiss broke. Giving him a wink, Zeke turned and drew his sword, holding it high as he walked back to the centre of the ring. Racing back to his seat, there were far too many glares directed his way "What was that?!?" Dropping into his seat, Eren grabbed Armin's shirt to wipe his mouth off with "Revolting" "You and the prince?" "There's no "me and Zeke". He's taken an interest because I'm an omega. He thinks I'm something to fuck" Armin tugged his shirt back, softly admitting "I didn't think about that" "Don't let it concern you. Nothing has happened with that man. Let's just watch the fight" "I'm still sorry" "You don't need to be. You're not like that, and our prince isn't like that either" Armin giggled "No. Can you imagine Prince Erwin kissing anyone? He'd probably glare the whole time" "How dare your lips be against mine" Eren snorted, resting his head against Armin's shoulder. Levi wouldn't fall to Zeke... Hiding against Armin's shoulder, each time his friend gasped or jumped, he flinched. Peeking through his fingers, the fight between alphas was frightening. Levi was incredible to watch, but it was all so scary. Being an exhibition rather than an actual battle, they were using training swords. But a training sword could still break bones, and leave nasty bruises and scrapes. Choosing the wrong moment to hide his face completely Eren almost screamed at the pain that assaulted his chest. His magic flaring as he gasped and coughed. Immediately alarmed, Armin was pulling him from his seat, and from the arena. Eren in too much pain to thank his friend, and exceptionally grateful that Armin had heeded his warnings over how volatile his magic could be. Dragged outside the arena, Eren collapsed onto the grass. His coughing growing into hard hacks, as he started to claw at his throat, feeling as if something was stuck there. Kneeling in front of him, Armin grabbed his hands "Eren?! Eren, what's happening?!" How could he communicate? He couldn't get a breath in. Pulling his hands back, he less than gently shoved his right hand in his throat, catching the feeling of something with the tips of his fingers "Oh my god. Are you choking?! Here, move, let me" Pulling his hand free, Armin held his mouth open with one hand, while he moved to remove whatever was choking him. Drooling and with tears in his eyes, Eren seriously felt as if he was dying "Holy fuck!" Hacking harshly as whatever Armin was drawing out, he nearly passed out from relief once it was free. That wasn't an experience he'd like to ever have again. Gasping for air, he rasped out between pants "What... the... fuck... was... that...?" "I... I think someone tried to poison you" Falling back to sit on the grass. A few very long moments passed between Eren and Armin. Eren's chest and lungs still hurt like a bitch, so he had to be careful not to take deep breaths. Finally recovering enough, he reached out and took the stem from Armin's hold "Belladonna?" He already knew the answer. Even without the flowers or berries, he'd know the plant anywhere "Yes... Eren..." "I'm ok" "You... Eren, you could have choked to death!" "It... was probably my magic" Armin's eyes widened "Don't look so surprised. I can't control it yet" "But why?! Why would you do this to yourself?!" "It's not intentional. My dislike and anger at Zeke for kissing me, probably lead to my magic reacting..." "Wow..." Both teens stared at the herb. Eren had no idea why it'd happened, but wasn't eager to scare Armin any more than he had "Thank you. If you hadn't got me out of there, people could have been hurt" "I... you were casting sparks again. And your coughing..." "My lungs aren't great, Armin. Come winter, I usually fall quite ill. They can't do anything about it, there's just too much scar tissue or something. It's not worth worrying about" Armin let out a soft cry as he launched himself on Eren "I'm sorry! We never knew you were suffering. You always seemed so happy when you came to play. I never knew how bad it was for you" "Hey now. No. I didn't want you and Mikasa to worry. You both make me so proud. You're both truly amazing and I'm proud you guys are my family" "I'm still sorry!" "Armin, it's ok. I'm ok. I was sent to a sanctuary remember? The one I was at was a little old fashioned, but you would have loved it there. It was a good life, and a safe life" "I missed you, Eren!" "I missed you too" With Armin squeezing him so tightly, Eren tried to withstand the pain. He wasn't feeling any better, and people were starting to leave the arena "Can you help me to my room?" "Oh? Of course..." * Zeke was lucky they'd been using training swords, or the man would have lost his head. Calling Eren out like that, then fucking kissing him... it'd done all kinds of things to Levi's alpha that left him less than amused. He could feel Eren's upset and discomfort over the incident, and that fuelled his anger during their fight. Despite being bigger than him, Levi knew how move his body in a way that was no match for Zeke's large frame. He'd nearly claimed victory, when Zeke swung a low and dirty blow, first blinding him with sand than smacking him in the ribs with enough force that he was sure something was broken. The look of disgust on Zeke's lips when he'd managed to remain standing had almost made the hit worth it. The man knew he wasn't going to go down easily, and now Levi had called him out on it in front of everyone. Soon after that, Zeke announced it a draw. Ushered from the field by Erwin, Levi was still simmering with rage. If only they could poison the stupid prince and be done with this shit. He couldn't calm down, and he had the overwhelming urge to seek out Eren. Instead, he was forced to sit by Erwin as his armour was removed. The alpha wincing as his tunic was rolled up reveal a three inch long split across his lower ribs on the left side. The colouring already a deep dark purple "You've broken your ribs" Levi rolled his eyes "No shit. That arsehole has a lot of strength for a pin-dick" Healers were already coming into the tented area, Erwin stepping back "Go find Eren. Make sure he's not too rattled from what happened today" "And you?" "I'll be fine" He really was more worried about Eren than he was himself. Taking his scolding from healers, he forced himself to be patient, knowing that in the opposite side of the arena, Zeke would be being healed for the exact same thing... no one had ever said that he fought fairly in battle... With the healing spells in place, Levi shrugged off the offer of help as he returned to his quarters. Erwin hadn't returned, nor had Levi been able to catch a glimpse of Eren in the crowds around the arena. Politely declining tokens of affections, and declarations of love, he would have liked nothing more than to yell at all of them to fuck off. He needed to know Eren was ok, and that Zeke hadn't physically hurt Eren in some way. The man had been smiling like the cat that got the cream, when the kiss had broken. As if he knew there was something happening between himself and Eren, despite there not yet being... Reaching his chambers, Levi peeled his clothes off, before forcing himself to ignore his need to shower. He was supposed to be resting, and allowing the magic to set his ribs back in place properly, but through his bond to Eren, he swore he could feel the kid in pain. Easing himself down on his bed, it was only a few moments before he was proven right. Supported by Erwin, Eren was curled in around, hunching to cover the left side of his chest "I found him. Armin was helping him back to his room. He foolishly thought he could skip being healed" Levi shot up at once, before immediately regretting it and sinking back down against his pillows "Left ribs are bruised, and Armin was quite distressed. Apparently he also coughed up belladonna" Eren let out a long sigh, his scent was just as pained as it was annoyed "He's overreacting" Led to Levi's bed, Erwin sat Eren down on the edge of it "You coughed up belladonna?" "It was probably my magic being a dick. I was on my way to my room to rest, when I was kidnapped by Fluffybrows" Levi wanted to laugh at the expression on Erwin's face. The man not pleased that Levi's name for him had caught on. But he couldn't bring the smile to his lips, and he'd spent the fight thinking how much easier it would have been if Zeke was poisoned, only for Eren to actually cough up a poisonous plant "I'm fine... my lungs and throat are agitated from the plant, but I'm ok" Erwin sighed and shook his head "Neither of you are ok. Levi, you're to stay in bed until your ribs have healed completely. Eren, you are to make sure he does. Levi, Eren has significant bruising, make sure he doesn't cough up blood" "So you're basically make us watch each other?" "Yes. I'll take care of what needs to be done. You two, please just figure this out" Eren nodded, looking to his hands as he did "Can I ask that you please let Armin know I'm ok. He was really distressed" "I'll see to it. I expect better from you two" Erwin swept from the room, Levi waiting until he'd slammed the door behind him, before sighing "I hate it when he goes into "dad" mode" "I know. It's not a great feeling... were you really hurt?" Eren seemed so sad, that Levi felt he had no choice but to be honest. Pushing himself up, to pull down the furs of his bed. Exposing the site to Eren "He laid a blow against my ribs. Magic is already in place to heal it. You?" Pulling his shirt up, Eren nodded. The purple bruising looking horrible and undeserved on Eren's soft skin "It's just bruising. No breaks like you suffered. I... I was so scared when you were fighting Zeke" Lowering his shirt, Eren was shaking ever so slightly as he wiped his palms on his pants "Did he hurt you? When he kissed you?" The teen shook his head "No. But it felt wrong. It made me so mad and I felt sick to the bottom of my stomach. He had no right to do that" Clenching his hands, Eren's fists clutched his pants "No. He didn't. I suspect he did so to annoy me. I feel he must think there is something going on between us" "But there isn't! It's one thing to insult me face to face, but it's quite another to force a kiss on me, where I couldn't refuse him" Lifting the blankets beside him, Levi desperately wanted to comfort Eren. Perhaps as a means to make himself feel better, but to also reassure the teen that they were both ok. He knew how choking felt, thanks to Eren's magic, and it hadn't been fun or great... but he hadn't coughed up a potentially lethal plant, or part of one "Come here" Patting the spot, Eren looked to him in confusion "I'm not going to bite. You look like you need a hug" "Are you sure?" "I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't. Just make sure to take your boots off" Eren toed his boots off, before shyly climbing up to sit beside him on the furs, rather than the space he'd made "Thank you... a hug would be really nice" "Then come closer" Coaxing the omega into his hold, Eren felt amazing against him. The omega not asking permission as he hid his face against Levi's neck "I was so scared something would happen to you" "I may not look it, but I'm actually rather battle hardened" "I know. I mean. I've heard rumours, but Zeke is a beast" "He does rather lack in the social graces expected of someone with royal blood" "He makes me so mad" "Then how about we talk about something else?" "I don't know what to say?" Ignoring the pain in his left side, Levi moved to cup Eren's face with his left hand. The teen's cheek wet as he guided it from his neck. Rubbing the tear streak, he smiled at Eren the best he could "You do not need to cry. I'm just fine" "I feel today has been too much for me... I'm trying my hardest not to think of him, but I still feel his lips on mine" Levi's alpha didn't like that one bit. His jealousy flaring as his anger toward Zeke returned in a blazing inferno. He'd scared Eren with such an action. Eren, who's lips only his should be touching. Before he could think, he pushed a solid kiss to Eren's lips. A little awkward on both sides, Eren slowed kissed him back, before breaking the kiss. Levi shocked he'd actually kissed Eren "I'm sorry. I didn't think..." "No. I'm ok..." "No. You were just saying how you could feel Zeke... and I wanted to..." "You don't need to explain. I mean. Some warning would have been nice, but your kiss was much nicer" "I really didn't meant to make you feel pressured" "I didn't. I don't..." The redness in Eren's cheeks was quite cute, as was the way he bit his lower lip. Levi drawn in by the allure of such plump and sweet lips "Do you mind?" "No..." As his lips found Eren's again, Levi moved his right wrist up to scent mark Eren's neck. He was skating on dangerously thin ice, but he couldn't stop himself. After a month of stubbornly deny his uses as anything other than a pawn, then a month and half of trying to hide he'd mounted Eren, he was now having to admit he'd been wrong about the kid. Eren was hard working. He was honest and friendly to all those he came across. The small visits which involves checking on Eren's progress in the library, had become a highlight in his day... he was on thin ice, and rapidly developing some kind of feelings for the teen. As the kiss broke, Eren was desperate for more. His lips smashing against Levi's as the omega moved into his lap, sitting across just above Levi's knees so as to not cause pain in the alpha's chest. Inside of him, lust was starting to form in his belly. His heart racing with each kiss, as his dick began to harden. Breaking the kiss, he searched Eren's face for some kind of meaning, his left hand sliding down Eren's cheek as he moved to run his thumb over Eren's lips "Eren..." "Master..." A thrill ran through his whole body at that one word "I... I can't offer you a relationship" "I know. But right now, all I can think about is your lips against mine, and your hands across my body" Levi's voice was husky, the alpha coughing slightly to clear his throat. He could smell Eren's permission, and the sweetness of his body "Take your shirt off. I want to see you" Eren nodded, his hands shaking as he moved to comply. The bruising on his side, had faded significantly in the last few minutes. Magic really was kind of amazing. Dropping his shirt off the side of Levi's bed, Eren sat there. Patient as Levi's hands moved to run up the omegas sides "You're beautiful" Speaking without meaning, he didn't take the statement back. Like Eren's skin, his nipples were soft and brown. Bringing his hands down, he tugged at the draw strings of Eren's pants, Eren moaning as his hand brushed over the teen's tenting erection "I want to see you" Nodding, Eren rose, stepped off the bed to strip as Levi shimmied his underwear down. Both of them more than a little nervous as Eren climbed back into his lap. For an omega, the teen was well built. A small amount of puppyfat still clung to the boy, but it wasn't unappealing in the slightest. With the omega's pants gone, Levi's hands ran over the teen's hips, slightly wider than normal given his secondary dynamic and ability to bear children. Taking Levi's left hand in his right, Eren nuzzled into his palm, before finally making eye contact again "I want to kiss you and to feel you" "You don't need to ask permission" Leaning in, Eren's hands mirrored his. The fingers The kiss starting small, before Eren deepened it with a moan. Interlacing their fingers, Eren wriggled up his a lap a little. The omega slicking like crazy as Levi hissed into the kiss. Feeling Eren's erection rubbing against his, only made him want to hurry up and be buried inside his omega... the omega. Sliding a hand down Eren's side and back, his hand slipped lower, fingers dipping between his arse cheeks, and finding the object of his explore. Having never done this, he slowly rubbed at the loosening ring of muscle, Eren mewing into his mouth. He was obviously doing something right. Working his way into Eren's heat, Eren opened beautifully for him. The omega's face dropping to his shoulder as he panted against him. The teen's hands working both of them as Eren rolled his hips to grind down on Levi's fingers, whimpering when the digits were pulled from his body "Are you ready?" Nodding, Eren sat up straighter, his eyes so filled with lust and arousal they appeared black. With a slight slip and a growl, Levi failed on his first attempt, Eren so wet that he was forced to take himself in the hand, as the teen rose to make it easier. Lowering himself down, Eren let out a long breathy moan, which Levi agreed with completely. He felt no pain at all from his broken ribs and bruising. He felt nothing but right. Clumsily, Eren changed position, before beginning to ride him. His hands on Levi's shoulders for support as he started to chant some prayer to the gods. It was only a few moments before Eren came, his lips parted as he tensed, as if trying to draw Levi deeper. He'd never seen anything as beautiful. Growling, he firmly took Eren by the hips, holding him just above him as he thrust up, his knot racing to form "Eren, do you want me to knot you?" The teen nodded quickly "Please... please, master. I need it... so badly" Driving into Eren twice more, Eren gasped as Levi's knot caught, Eren's second orgasm washing over him, as Levi came so hard he screamed Eren's name. Sparks of magic flared around them, Levi feeling a flood of warm tingling that he instantly knew to be Eren's magic. Rushing into him, it filled every part of him, relieving all aches and pains, even the ones he'd had for years. Falling into each other's embrace, Eren nuzzled into his neck, the teen rocking against him as Levi continued to thrust lightly, his seed still rushing to fill the teen. Fuck. It felt like a volcano had erupted from his balls. The pair of them remained like that, panting and fighting to regain their breaths, until Eren sat up. Whining softly as Levi's knot jostled, the teen's hands went to Levi's chest, before Eren's right hand dipped further. Mumbling something, Eren drew across Levi's lower stomach with his semen "What are you doing?" "Saying a prayer for you. Semen has powerful properties in magic" "Oh yeah? What are you praying for?" "For strength for you" "I'm already strong" "I know you are. This is more for mental strength" "Are you saying you're going to be hard to deal with?" "No, silly. It's a prayer to give you strength with no matter how you deal with. Not just me" Finishing his drawing, Eren smiled happily. No where near as embarrassed over what had happened as Levi had thought he would be "Are you ok?" Eren nodded quickly "I can't remember the last time I felt so ok. I could feel my magic rushing into you. Your side has healed already, and the bags beneath your eyes are gone" Levi peered down to his ribs, Eren indeed right. The wound healed without the slightest trace of ever being there "Magic really is something" "Mhmm... I found a few books, that I'd like you to learn from. With your permission" Levi let out a soft chuckle. Only Eren could sit in his lap and ask such things while looking thoroughly fucked "Did I say something wrong?" "No. Not at all. I don't know how to read those books" "Only omegas can. And I haven't seen the books themselves, they're held in the royal gallery beneath the castle" "There's a gallery beneath the castle?" "You really should know more about your own castle, but yes" If they were down in storage, wouldn't that make them dangerous? His alpha jumping right in to tell him "to shut the fuck up with this thinking business, when he had such a young and supple omega in their lap"... "Don't worry. I can see you thinking. I don't intend to act without your permission. You are my master after all" "We will look at the together. But I do not have time for classes now" "No. Not with Zeke" Thrusting up at Zeke's name, Eren's eyes widened "Fuck... I know I should feel ashamed, but I feel content. As if being in your lap is the greatest thing in the world. I can feel your life force, and I can feel my magic" "Does that mean you might be able to bring those sparks of yours under control?" Rolling his hips, Levi loved the way Eren's mouth hung open as he squeaked out mews "Mmm... I'll show you a trick, if you stop teasing" Levi stopped, and Eren pouted "You said to stop teasing" "This is true" Moving both his hands to sit palm to between them, a small glow began in Eren's left hand. Letting it turn into a light about as big as a candle light, the teen took his right hand, drawing the flame into a long thin line. When the line was about a metre long, Eren blew on it softly, extinguishing the flame a long fine sword now sat in Eren's hands "How the fuck did you do that?" "Carbon is in the air, and iron is in the blood and traces linger in the air. Sitting here, it came to mind as I looked at you. I've never accomplished anything like this before" Carefully, Levi lifted the sword from Eren's hands. Being so thin, it was hardly sturdy, but he could see how proud Eren was of himself "This is amazing" "I know. We truly must be sexually compatible for you to be able to bring my powers under control so easily. Even with my bracelets, I never had such control before" "Speaking of your bracelets, I noticed you no longer wear them" "Since the vow, my magic has actually need a lot better. I suppose you can't imaging so..." "Honestly, I don't know how I would have coped before" "It was... tricky. May I?" Taking the thin sword back, it glowed as Eren moved to shape the metal into something new. He knew there was only a finite amount of iron in the human body, and no way was it healthy to lose so much. It was truly incredible to watch the sword be shaped into something circular. Eren seemed to almost come into himself as he worked. In just a few minutes, he'd turned the sword into a very wonky crown, which he placed on Levi's head "Ok. I might need to work on my magic" "Only "might"?" "Hush you. I suppose we need to dress?" Levi was confused "Dress?" "The thing you do when you put your clothes on" "We don't need to dress..." "You need to make a show of healing. It'll lift palace spirits" "And what will you do?" "Research?" "I can think of something else we could be doing first" Gathering Eren up, the omega wrapped his long legs around Levi's waist, giggling as Levi laid him down "Mmm... don't hold back" "As if I would, you truly are beautiful in your own way Eren" "As are you, my master"

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