#i wish precision was a strength of mine all my asks are gonna be under read mores at this rate :/

[sloanefm]

acanthus, edelweiss, tulip

acanthus, is your muse deceptive, or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means? why or why not?

no, i don’t think deceptive is the kind of word i’d use to describe sloane, but at the same time, i don’t really consider her very honest. the thing actually that’s funny, is that sloane bounces between being candid and evasive without pausing for breath. i’m bad at answering questions without getting off track, but honestly sloane has no moral code when it comes to lying or being honest; both have their merits and uses, and sloane has her own definitions and parameters she goes by. so.... yeah, i would say she’s willing to lie to get something, but it would depend on what she was getting, or what the lie was and who it would affect.

edelweiss, what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life? are they known to be courageous from then on?

good question! sloane has never really needed to be brave, she’s honestly been pretty coddled her whole life. though i would say dropping out of college took guts, considering what it was supposed to symbolize for her.

actually, i take that bit about sloane not needing to be brave back, i know i can just erase it but whatever <3 i think sloane employs a quiet kind of bravery. she’s the type of person who invites the kid who gets bullied to sit next to her at lunch, who stands by her beliefs even if she’s being goaded bc of them. if sloane is courageous, i think it manifests itself most in her kindness.

tulip, how does your muse view people in general?

with love babes!!!! when celine ( before sunrise ) said “you can never replace anyone because everyone is made of such beautiful, specific details” or when joe ( fleabag ) said “people are amazing — when will people realize that people are all we got” or when sally rooney said “people can really change one another” or when— 😵‍💫

[bratkook]

test drive. (m) pjm.

pairing. biker!jimin x reader , deep six!au genre. smut, pwp word count. 1.8k warnings. dirty talk, unprotected sex, spanking, they almost get caught by other club members note. requested by @imjustfanfictrash​ for thirst night, thank u!! i had to make this deep six related just a tiny bit lol

“Feels soft right?” Jimin chuckles behind you, playful smirk on his lips when he sees the way your fingers grip the leather seat of his new bike. “It’s high quality leather.”

You know he’s just teasing, knowing you don’t actually give a damn about the quality of leather, but you don’t have it in you to bite back with some quick response. Instead your face comes to rest on the same material, cool against your cheek as you moan out a slur that sounds like his name. 

When Jimin had called you over to the club’s shop, voice full of excitement as he gushed over his latest purchase, you hadn’t been expecting this to be the outcome. You were completely blindsided, too focused on the twinkle in his eye as he circled the bike and pointed at each of the features, too entranced with the way his stacked rings would glimmer in the bright lighting above. He knew exactly what he was doing, letting his fingers trail along the bike, trying to come off as innocent when he stood directly behind you, resting his hands along your hips as he slowly whispered into your ear. 

“Let’s take it for a test drive,” he had suggested, voice sounding way too seductive for you to believe he actually meant it. No, he had absolutely no intention of driving this thing out of here with you sitting behind him, that much was obvious as he slyly began kissing your neck. 

You were weak for him, all it took was a few strategically placed kisses and the right words murmured into your ear for you to agree instantly. Turning into a puddle as he slipped a hand underneath the hem of your dress, allowing him to tease you until you were begging for him to do what he wanted. 

“W-what if someone walks in?” you mumble, eyes focused on the door of the shop as he slowly pushes the head of his cock into you. He feels the way your pussy tightens at the thought of being caught, gripping the first inch of his cock so tight he has to pause to catch his breath. 

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” he teases, ringed fingers coming up to push your hair over your shoulder, allowing him to see the side of your face as he pushed further into you. The warmth of your core has him groaning, teeth biting down on his plump lower lip, eyes dropping down to stare at the way you suck him in. 

Your light blue panties are pulled to the side to make room for his cock, the hem of your matching dress hiked up around your hips and he chuckles to himself when he notices the stark contrast between both of your outfits. Where you wore all pastels and dresses, he wore all black and leather. It was a constant reminder of how different you were, yet somehow Jimin managed to rope you in with his charm, allowing you to see past the rings and leather, past the red tombstone patch adorning his arms and back, seeing him for who he was: a man with so much love in his heart that just so happened to be directed towards you.

“No, don’t—fuck—“ you cry as he bottoms out, “don’t want anyone else to see me like this. Just you.”

He hums at that, letting his hands slide down your body until he was softly gripping your ass, thumb rubbing along the skin. “Don’t worry baby, I locked the door. You’re mine.”

His words make you relax, a shuddering breath filling the air as you adjust to his thick size, the familiar ache that came with taking him slowly subsiding. “Show me,” you mewl. “Show me I’m yours.”

There's a small beat of silence before he’s cursing under his breath, licking his lips over in thought, giving you a brief moment before he starts to rock into you. Slowly at first, inching back before thrusting forward, starting a smooth rhythm until you were begging for more. 

“My dirty girl,” he rasps, jaw slack from the pleasure, seeing the way you soak his cock in your arousal, thick strings connecting the two of you each time he pulls back. “Letting me fuck you in the shop like this.”

A small moan slips past your lips, fingers digging into the cushioned seat as you try to find purchase, the smooth body of the bike not giving you much to grab on to. You give up quickly after, allowing yourself to be rocked against the bike, hoping the stand it was on would hold against the force of Jimin’s thrusts. 

“Ah fuck,” you whimper, eyes screwing shut as he hits the bundle of nerves inside of you with precision, having grown too familiar with your body over the past few months. “Feels good—so good.”

Your mindless babbling has him smiling to himself, leaning over your body and cooing when he spots the way your mouth is dropped open, cheek still squished against the seat. “Yeah? Love my cock so much you wanna drool on the seats, huh?”

A small hum in confirmation is all you give him, succumbing to the pleasure, feeling each small jolt coursing through you as your skin slaps together. The leather of his jacket warms your back from his position over you, zipper of it ticking your waist when he stands back up properly. 

He could feel how wet you are, how it gushes out of you, coats the inside of your thighs and makes a mess of your skin. It has him speeding up his hips, snapping forward so quickly your breathing stutters, a gasp cutting through the air as he delivers a sharp slap to your ass, the rings smarting your skin, delicious heat spreading as you moan out. 

“Again,” you beg, arching your back and jutting your hips back into his, wanting to feel the slight pain that set your body alight. 

“I told you, you’re filthy.” He does exactly what you ask though, spanking you until your ass was sore and you were left slurring against his bike. Your mind felt light and airy, focused on each gasp he lets out, the groans of your name making your climax sneak up on you. 

You always liked it quick and messy, loved when he would sneak you away because he just couldn’t wait to sink into you, loved when you could feel the sweat coating your skin, especially loved when you could hear how fast he was fucking you. The wet squelches fill the air in the dirtiest way, mixing in with the low hum of music playing in the speaker a few feet away, blending in perfectly with the way you cry over his cock. 

“Aw baby, did I fuck you stupid?” his tone makes you shiver, stomach tenses as your chest hiccups when you gasp, only able to nod in a daze because yes, he had fucked you well and truly stupid. He always did, left you crying over it, too lost in the pleasure to do anything else but that. “You wanna cum for me, make my cock messy?”

“Yes, fuck Jimin, please.” you whimper, teeth biting down onto your lower lip so hard you could almost taste blood. The cool metal of his rings makes you shiver as he slides his hand around your body, fingers coming into contact with your clit, wasting no time circling the swollen nub. 

“Wanna feel you, wanna feel my dirty girl cum.” his voice drops as he speaks, thick with want and you wish you could see his face. You don’t have the strength to look back though, resting more of your weight onto his bike as the feeling consumes you, each flick of his fingers making you tremble, your hips bucking against his in search of your release. 

Jimin smirks when your walls tighten around him, making it harder for him to keep up his pace, having his own orgasm quickly approaching. A choked gasp comes from you, morphing into a desperate, drawn out moan of his name when he finally pushes you over the edge. Your mind blanks for a moment, a flash of light displayed against your lids as the euphoric feeling consumes you, your ears ring so loud you barely hear the words Jimin says as he coaxes you through it. 

“Fuck, just like that baby,” he groans, raking a hand through his orange hair, in awe with the way you quiver, weak thighs barely holding yourself up as you cream his cock. He’s fast to grab onto your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he quickens his pace, the aftershocks of your orgasm milking his own. 

“Gonna make you messier,” he adds on, so quietly, speaking to himself as he focuses on where you two connect. The way his cock shines in the light, your sensitive pussy pulsing around him, mixing in with the gentle cries of his name, it pushes him over too. With a handful of messy thrusts he’s spilling into you, curses filling the air as he feels the tingles crawling up his spine. 

You mewl against his bike at the warm feeling, whimper as he continues to fuck you in short, shallow thrusts before he’s pushing in as deeply as he could. The cool metal of his belt is felt against your ass, more warmth falling over you as he wraps his arms around your weak body, tucking his chin beside your neck with a gentle kiss to your skin. 

“Did you really lock the door?” you quietly ask, not minding the stickiness coating your skin. 

“Uhm, no,” he whispers with a grimace, cackling when you instantly stand up and push him off of you. His soft cock slips out of you as you adjust your panties and smooth out your dress, glaring at him when he motions towards your hair too. “Relax, no one comes to the shop this late anyways.”

Before you can even speak, the bells jingle a few feet away, a smirk on your face when Jimin’s eyes go wide and he turns around to cover his exposed self. Luckily it’s members of the club and not a person looking to get their bike fixed, matching patches on their own jackets, and when they spot your flustered expression and the way Jimin not so subtly adjusts himself in his jeans, they waste no time hounding him. 

They’re all laughs as they call him a dog, Hoseok and Jungkook shoving his shoulder in passing before politely greeting you and scurrying off to the back room to grab whatever it is they came here for. 

“No one comes here this late huh?” you repeat, brow raised and a playful expression on your face. 

“Baby, I’m sorry,” he pleads, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in to kiss your face, a smile on his lips because he knows you’re not actually upset. 

“Take me for an actual test drive and you’re forgiven.” Your hands reach into his back pocket to pull out the keys, twirling them around your finger with a sly smile. “I’m driving though.”

He doesn’t even fight it, agreeing without a thought, because as much as he liked to pretend he was this hardass, you knew he would do anything you asked him to.

[plutonianrising]

the waiting game n.k.

pairing: nanami kento x f!reader

wc: 2.9k

description: reader has a knack for weaseling her way out of trouble but today nanami's knots are tied tight

a/n: this is incredibly self-indulgent im not sorry though

cw: f!reader, dom!namami, bratty reader, kink exploration, shibari, edgeplay, subspace, degradation, red/yellow/green light system, pwp

MINORS DNI PLS

“Your lack of impulse control is still pretty astonishing though,” Nanami cocks an eyebrow at you. “I doubt you could actually handle holding an orgasm off for 10 minutes let alone 45.”

You work to manage the urge to argue over him and prove his point. Calmly, with the most pleasant smile you could muster, you say “that’s what you’re here for. I promise to tell you when I’m close. Every time. Promise.”

He’s still skeptical of how seriously you’d take this. It’s hard to believe in you when you’re playing with your fingers behind your back and have a familiar wicked glint in your eyes. You had a knack for saying you’d listen well and then changing your mind halfway, opting to get your way just a little bit even if it meant punishment. Still, the sight of you begging for mercy is always a welcome one and the thought of it already makes his pulse jump.

“Alright. But I’m putting some precautions in place.” Nanami tells you. You purse your lips, already feeling like he’s set the game on hard mode.

“Whaaat kind of precautions?” You inquire, squinting.

“I’m restraining you so you can’t touch. This is a good time to start breaking that bad habit. Don’t you think so?” He smiles conspiratorially. It dawns on you now that you shouldn’t have come in so hot, boldly suggesting 45 minutes during your first real attempt at it. “Go ahead and sit on the bed and wait for me. I’m going to freshen up and get everything ready.”

Nanami sends you off with a searing kiss and a smack on your ass that leaves you giggling as you head to his bedroom. It’s small moments like these that you can’t help but wish for more of. The speed in which you pack your bags to sleep over whenever he has even a little bit of time off would be embarrassing if he were anyone else. But he’s Nanami and here, for your eyes only, Kento gets to fully be himself. Goofier than he’ll ever let on and a very specific brand of annoying that means he’s incredibly dependable but also eats your desserts while commenting on how they were much too sweet for him.

When he’s back in the room you’re already undressed and sitting at the edge of the bed. The perfect picture of obedience with your hands clasped in your lap as you patiently waited for his return. He’s half dressed in a tight shirt and boxer briefs that show off his toned leg muscles. In his hands is a smooth black rope. His eyes seem to glow with hunger as he takes you in.

This isn't the first time he’s used these ties on you. You can still remember the tingle of excitement that shot through you after finding out that bondage was one of his favorite kinds of play. Even outside of the sexual aspect of it, he’s making it one of yours. It’s a loving act. One full of devotion and precise calculation. There’s always complete and utter focus in his eyes as he slides the rope against your skin. His work is neat and even, with your safety at top priority. With a rope wound tight enough to bite your flesh and steal your breath if you fought too hard, you give Nanami your full trust. And once he has it, he has the power to make you feel like a masterpiece. You’re reminded of this power as he caresses his work. Rope winds around your torso with a slight emphasis on your arms. Soon enough your arms are crossed and caged against your chest. Nanami tugs the final knot at the center of it and stares into your eyes as you try to keep your composure.

“How does it feel?” He whispers and you think that he must know that it feels perfect. You curse the way he wets his lips and smirks slightly.

He must have a book hiding somewhere.

“It feels good Kento.” You whisper, wriggling around a bit as he then spreads your knees apart. Nanami hums in satisfaction.

“Relax for me.” He says, reminding you to keep you still as he presses down on your thigh, strong hands deftly moving to immobilize your left leg with the black rope in a frogtie.

“How am I supposed to do that?” You complain, still squirming as his touch warms your skin. Have his hands always been so large, his touch so insistent?

“Or don’t. But it’ll be your skin rubbed raw after. Not mine.” Nanami warns. “My best work only comes from your cooperation. Remember?”

You huff but keep your thoughts to yourself. Instead you focus on the tight muscles of Nanami’s arms rippling under his shirt. He knots your right leg, and you flush at how stretched apart you are. Your only source of modesty comes from your hands covering your chest and they flex and unflex as your head starts to catch up with what happens next. You kick yourself for agreeing to being tied up, wanting nothing more than to touch him. You take your lips between your teeth slightly as you catch his gaze raking down your figure. Nanami slowly runs a few fingers over you. He travels upward from your bare thighs past your hips and traces feather soft patterns on your stomach. You can’t help the way your legs twitch when he finally dips his fingers lower and presses against your pussy, stroking you.

“Give me a color sweetheart.”

“Green.” You whimper. “Please kiss me.” Nanami seems to consider it for a moment but removes his touch completely from you instead.

“Be good for me and you’ll get as much of me as you want.”

“Don’t you think you should start the clock before you get me all riled up?” You protest as he places the bullet vibrator and a spare pillow in between your legs, the toy nuzzled snug right against your clit. “I deserve a fair chance.”

“Oh so now you’re the only one allowed to cheat and bend rules?” He quips with a teasing smile. You have no retort for that but mostly because Kento has turned on the vibrator. Your hips buck against the toy and pillow on impulse at the abruptness and you glare at Nanami who shushes you and begins to speak over the quiet buzz.

“Since it’s your first time edging we’ll start with 25 minutes, starting now. Whenever you get close you need to tell me. And if you cum before you’ve gotten permission then that’ll just have to be it until my next off weekend.”

“Your… next weekend off?” You would’ve screamed if half of your attention wasn’t on the powerful vibrations sending pleasure ricocheting through your body. “We don’t even.. Know.. when that is.”

“I know right? I would hate to leave my love desperate for so long with no clear end in sight just because she couldn’t commit to something she asked for in the first place.” Nanami fakes a pout and you want to bite him. It was bad enough he was threatening to really make you wait so long to touch him without bringing your pride into it.

Nanami watches the way your lips part and pupils dilate as you struggle to remain in control of your reactions. Your hips jump every so often, the rope biting into the soft flesh of your legs. When your soft moans begin escalating and you look to him desperately, trying to decide for yourself if you can handle anymore, it takes more strength than he’d like to admit to not touch himself at the sight of you. He makes the decision for you, and your head lolls a bit as you try to catch your break.

The waves of your demise creep up on you quicker after that. Again and again Kento brings you right to the edge, turning up the intensity of the vibrator after each break he allows you in between.

“I can’t- Kento I’m-” You moan, your voice crescendoing and your eyes screwing shut. You can’t help the way you rock against the pillow even after the vibrator stops and the orgasm that had built within you started to fade.

“Who told you that you could hump the pillow? That’s a pretty pathetic attempt at trying to get what you want.” Nanami chides from his seat.

Your face heats in embarrassment and you avert your eyes a bit. “It wasn’t on purpose.”

“Doesn’t that make it worse?” He laughs cruelly and lets his eyes rake over your body. “Filthy little slut can’t even control her own body?”

Kento gets up and comes closer, placing a gentle hand on your thigh. His touch was soft, but it was a reminder of the kind of damage he could inflict.

“Stop. Moving.” He warns you coolly, dark eyes narrowing. His ever-deepening well of patience was scary at times but right now you’re grateful for the mercy, needing chance after chance to prove you could make it.

It’s gotten to the point that the lightest of touches make you feel like you’ll succumb and let all your hard work go to waste. You’re almost thankful your nipples are off the table for this play.

“Kento- Kento please I really am gonna-” You whimper, your chest heaving. You feel like any more of this and you’ll start drooling.

“You won’t.” Kento answers.

The commanding bass of his voice makes your senses jump and you panic, barely managing to yelp out another “Kento please” and feel the toy shut off before you’re sent careening off the edge. Your muscles feel tight and your skin sweaty by this point. You can’t tell if Kento is more focused on the heaving of your chest or the way your fingers flex and unflex to try and alleviate the strain of keeping your focus.

“God..how long has it-” You try to speak once it feels like you can breathe a bit again. Nanami smirks at the way your head lolls to one side and your eyes lazily work to focus on him.

“You’ve officially hit 20 minutes, sweetheart. Only 5 more to go.”

“Do you realize how fucking drenched you are baby?” He smirks, pulling your pussy apart slightly to get a better look. “Makes me want to forget all about this and make you fall apart with my tongue a few times. You’d like that, wouldn't you?”

“Don’t.. Don’t say that. The rule is I can’t for another 5.” You force yourself to remember and steel your resolve. You know he’s really just testing you at this point, seeing if you’ll break under his pressure.

“Good girl” He purrs, soothing the small pout off your lips with distracting kisses on your thighs. “The more you control yourself the more I know I can trust you.”

You so badly want him to trust you. Looking down at Kento spoil you while teetering on the edge makes you dizzy. He could tell you to do anything at this point and you’d probably listen if it meant he would indulge you more. Your head swims with the possibility that he’ll treat you like this again if you do well.

Nanami moves aside the pillow and vibrator, replacing the toy with his own hand before you can get upset with him. The gasp that escapes you fills him with pride. All it takes is a slight touch to make your body completely tremble. You can’t actually tell that the alarm has gone off until he whispers how well you’ve done for him.

“See? Didn’t I tell you good girls get everything they want? Now you get to cum all over my fingers all you want.”

Your body is almost afraid to finally let go, so used to feeling coiled up tight that you feel like you might not be able to. Kento senses the struggle within you and softens his touch to bring down the intensity for you just a bit.

“You did it, you deserve this sweetheart.” He presses open-mouthed kisses up your neck, knowing full well the onslaught of praise would send you over. Sure enough, a noise from deep inside of you wells up in your throat as you’re sent crashing over the edge. You throw your head back and try to close your legs only to be stopped by Nanami’s hands, hell-bent on making you ride it out. Your hands clench borderline painfully, your arms testing your restraints. You can’t even plead with him. The pleasure erupting from you, for once, has stolen your voice.

Testing the water, Kento lets a bit of spit fall from his lips. You catch it on your tongue, staring at him lovingly with hazy, unfocused eyes and he almost loses his mind.

“There’s my sweet girl.” He purrs. Nanami knows you’ll be completely compliant now, dredging through subspace. You won’t be giving any coherent remarks outside of anything he commands of you now, all resistance and witty one-liners fading to static in your mind. “Been so good for me today that I actually get to reward you.”

You whine in appreciation. Chest swelling with pride, you bask in his praise. You initially thought it was more fun to see his eyes turn icy when you spent a half a session acting up in order to get punished into this headspace but you could get used to having Nanami painstakingly coax it out of you.

“Tell me your color, my love.” Nanami kisses your forehead, to remind you, first and foremost, that he doesn’t want anything if it doesn’t mean you and he are sharing the pleasure, even if you could only think about how good you wanted to make him feel.

“Green.. hehe..definitelyygreen.” Your words slightly slurred together as you tried to prove your focus.

“So, sweetheart, what do you want me to give you in return?” He leans down and whispers in your ear, rubbing your thighs soothingly. You have to think for a moment to actually get the words out, trying to get your brain to be more specific than Kento, Kento, Kento.

“Wantt… want to touch you.. And I… want you inside.” You strain against your ties, not even minding the slight bite of the ropes at this point if it meant he would free you faster.

Nanami lets you place ardent kisses against his skin as he undoes the restraints on your arms and you're thankful to finally, finally, get some contact with him. His skin burns with desire as you pull him onto you. He has half a mind to really pry another orgasm from you with his head between your thighs but the growing ache between his expels the thought. He hastily twists out of his clothes and back onto you. You’ve waited long enough for what’s yours.

Nanami enters you slowly, softly pulling your still-tied legs further apart. You will your eyes not to screw shut, trying to put forth some effort to meet his searing gaze. Neither of you really register the way your nails slightly dig into his forearms from the pressure. The pace Kento sets is torturous. He makes you savor every roll of his hips into yours. It almost feels like he’s squeezing the pleasure out of you. There’s nowhere to run. There’s only him.

There’s no warning when you cum again, your body completely bypassing your brain in the decision. It’s a rush of heat and an uncontrollable tremble. You can barely even recognize your own voice calling out his name. As you squeeze tighter around him, Nanami grunts and wills himself not to bend your legs forward and fuck hard into you until you’re a teary mess. There will be other times for that. Today he just wants to spoil his sweet girl for her efforts to please.

“Where do you want me to cum?” He asks, like he’s not literally fucking the words right out of your brain. If you still had the energy for it you’d bite him.

“Kento please. In...inside… ” Obviously. You keep that snide bit to yourself. There’s no real desire to sass him when he’s making your body shake this badly.

Kento grabs onto your wrists like he’s anchoring himself to you. Through the haze dusting your mind you register his pace getting sloppier and the soft moans that fall from his lips as he finishes inside of you.

It took a bit for Kento’s strength to return to him and a little while longer to pry his eyes off of your blissed out expression. He whispered for you to let go of him so he could take care of you. Shushing your whines, he pries your fingers off of him so he can untie you. He still needs to run the bath and start some tea for you and if he spends any more time in your arms he would fall asleep right next to you without properly performing his duties.

Once he’s back from prepping, Nanami lifts you from the bed and begins to carry you to the bathroom, kissing your forehead and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. With your head clearing slightly, you can fully feel the effects of your win on your ego.

With hooded lids and a proud smirk plastered on your lips you say, “is it too late to add a shopping trip to my rewards?”

[equestrianwritingsstuff]

In recognition of 200 followers.....

I composed a list of 200 hero x villain dialogue prompts for you guys to ask me or reblog it and ask your own followers or if you take inspiration.

Thank you so much! It means a whole lot!

1. "I wish I had longer to love you."

2. "Sometimes being the greatest is being the worse."

3. "I will kill you if you die on me."

4. "Bury me... under a willow tree... with tulips and lilies to blossom in the spring and a small stream to keep me company."

5. "Villains aren't capable of love; yet, here I am crying over your grave."

6. "The kitten's name is Max."

7. "I'm going to get a beer."

8. "There is only one way to kill me, but you could never muster the strength to pull through."

9. "I'm dizzy with love for you."

10. "Hero, you are drunk not a toddler."

11. "I pledge to serve you willingly, butthead."

12. "Ride the waves with me." "You are a mermaid, no thanks."

13. "Stay awake for me; it's only a little farther."

14. "I can't carry you!"

15. "He isn't much, but we'll make do."

16. "I WANT TO SEE HER! LET ME SEE HER PLEASE. Please..."

17. "George Washington never told a fib, and I am greater than him, so trust me, Hero, when I say I am telling the truth."

18. "Eggs and butter make dough, knives and guns make death."

19. "You are insane."

20. "The bomb is going off in twenty seconds, Hero. Run now. I-I'm going to stop it."

21. "What is love?"

22. "I don't get the function of hugs."

23. "Mentally I'm good, but physically..."

24. "I only wished for happiness from that genie. I guess it was evil."

25. "Break him, shatter him, destroy him."

26. "Sing with me."

27. "Villain you are touch starved, not dying."

28. "What the heck did you do to your hair." "What? You don't like it?" "It looks like my cat's litterbox."

29. "Don't give me hope."

30. "I am not a disease or a parasite. I am a human. I am one of those millions you swore to protect."

31. "Kiss, marry, kill?" "Kill, kill, kill."

32. "You created me."

33. "Villain don't you dare pass out."

34. "I like the look of blood on you, compliments your eyes."

35. "I kinda dropped Hero through space."

36. "Power exhaustion sucks."

37. "Time to save the world. Yay!" *says in sarcasm*

38. "Let me feed you Hero."

39. "You do not have AC?!"

40. "Villain you have a fever."

41. "Am I drunk?"

42. "Movies. Nine o'clock. Don't be late."

43. "Lemme grab a beer and we are good to go."

44. "Don't. Look. At. Me."

45. "He just had his wisdom teeth out sooo." "How bad can it be? Villain has been shot with twenty tranq darts at one and didn't pass out... immediately anyway, took a good twenty minutes." "Well, you see-" "THE KITTEN IS TRYING TO KILL ME!!!!!"

46. "She needs surgery."

47. "It's a panic attack..." "KISS HIM!"

48. "Blood, gore, madness... this was made for me."

49. "Quit drooling on me and sit up."

50. "There's only one bed."

51. "He looks so cute when he sleeps."

52. "Of all the places to live, you had to choose a heavily fortified medieval castle two thousand years in the past?"

53. "You are a peacock Hero."

54. "Let's see who will drown first. You or me. One, two, three... let's go!"

55. "I wasn't always like this."

56. "Madness is for geniuses, not for me."

57. "It's just a sedative that's going to make you nice and docile."

58. "He's out." "Good, let him rest, villainy is hardwork."

59. "I love her, but she doesn't love me."

60. "If I had a choice to save you or me, I'd pick me."

61. "Gag her."

62. "They aren't made for this, give them mercy."

63. "Talk now or she dies."

64. "Broken ribs, broken jaw, broken arm... are you sure you want me to continue." "No." "Then tell me your name."

65. "Get me some thread and a needle. Just don't touch me."

66. "The police are coming."

67. "Tell me where she is. TELL ME WHERE IS SHE OR I WILL SLASH YOUR THROAT AND TOSS YOU IN THE SEWER!!!!!"

68. "I love you." "I don't."

69. "Hug me just one last time."

70. "Villain hey hey hey. Calm down. You've been in a pretty bad accident."

71. "They won't be able to walk again."

72. "Tell me... just tell if they made it."

73. "Can't you just poof me another arm?"

74. "If you saved all of them, you can save me."

75. "I'm really tired..."

76. "Sleep. I will stay with you."

77. "She is sixteen years old." "All musicians start young." "This isn't a concert, this is life. Stop ruining it."

78. "He"s been in an accident." "Where?" "Five minutes away from your place."

79. "I wish he wasn't unconscious, so I could talk to him. So I could thank him."

80. "It's been four months now. I have came everyday and, uh, I dunno what to say. Hero, I need you to wake up. I can't function knowing you are right here."

81. "I have a date." "Hmm with who?" "Supervillain." "When and where honey?"

82. "Shhhhhhh. Be quiet. We are still being hunted."

83. "Desert?" "What are you trying to do? Kill me?"

84. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." "I know, I know dear and I so sorry, but I need you to help me. I need you to help them."

85. "Villain just sleep. Allow the drugs to take you under. Don't fight it, don't resist... just sleep. In the morning, we will be safe."

86. "Being lost in the woods isn't ideal."

87. "An injection of valium will do it."

88. "There's no anesthesia."

89. "Wouldn't it be great if we never met each other?"

90. "Bless you." "I didn't sneeze." "Yeah right. Now go sit down, you're sick."

91. "It's called insomnia you dim-wit."

92. "Join me and we can be great."

93. "You didn't bring me here for the cake." "No, dear, but you are so gullible. I brought you here for a sacrifice." "My life?" "Why yes."

94. "I don't know. I never had someone collapse on my doorstep before."

95. "I have nothing to lose. No family, no friends, just my meaningless life."

96. "That's my daughter, not the villain's... so give me her back before I rip your eyes out."

97. "How long was I out for?!" "Ten minutes, but you were drifting. I don't think you had that good of rest." "Oh, I thought I was asleep for hours."

98. "I know, I know you are going to hate me after this, but trust me when I say it's for the best."

99. "I know everything about you."

100. "I think narcissism is contagious because after watching you for a couple hours, I think I may have developed a little crush on the mirror..."

101. "What did you give me?"

102. "Is she screams, I'm going to scream, and then we are going to die."

103. "No fighting today, my cat just died."

104. "How hard did you punch me?"

105. "Not gonna lie, being delirious was epic."

106. "I am cooking for you. You aren't my servant, so stop thinking it."

107. "My old masters made me into a weapon and called me Villain, but if you desire a lapdog I am going to need to be refurnished to fit your needs."

108. "What is his deal?" "I think he's just crazy."

109. "Love is not what I had in mind when I agreed to go on a date with you."

110. "Hugs are overrated."

111. "Are you too hot or too cold?" "Both."

112. "I wish we could turn back time."

113. "I lost the game." "What do you mean? Hero is dead." "Precisely."

114. "Make a wish." "That you live."

115. "Villain has been acting exceptional! Today we granted them a break from the machine. Go ahead Hero and take him for some ice cream."

116. (Sleepy murmurs) "Don't go. I neeeed you." "Yeah yeah I know Villain."

117. "Villain was the one who hurt me, not Hero."

118. "Supervillain is in danger!"

119. "If everyone is scared of me, I might as well be alone."

120. "My head is killing me."

121. "Don't call an ambulance. Just... hold me."

122. "You don't have to do this. It's going to hurt you more than me." "Anything for you dearest, anything at all."

123. "Hero, go wash your hands before dinner."

124. "You have PTSD?" "I don't know?"

125. "I have soap in my eyes!' "Rinse it out." "Mm no I'm permanently mortally blinded." "Uh huh."

126. "We need to cuddle to keep warm."

127. "Take care of them for me, will you?"

128. "When I'm gone, promise to tell my mother, please."

129. "Drug him and then bring him to me."

130. "Superheroes are for children. In all honesty, we are all villains."

131. "Oh my gosh, Hero, what happened?" "Poisoned."

132. "Wouldn't it be nice?" "I don't fancy prosthetics."

133. "Just shut up and listen!"

134. "There is a memorial parade for Hero tomorrow. They asked you to lead it."

135. "She turned it around... at the end."

136. "I wish that he understood how much I care for him."

137. "Civilian! He fell asleep in my lap last night, like totally zooted. It was so cute, but also very tempting. I stuck a french fry up his nose." "Wow. Did he wake up then?" "Yeah, I am sorta kidnapped right now..."

138. "The book, the sword... all pieces of the puzzle huh." "No, darling, all pieces of my game."

139. "Their death is my fault! Not your's, but mine, so quit trying to make me feel better."

140. "Once upon a time-" "Oh please, not another fairytale."

141. "If only it was that easy."

142. "We are stuck in a maze, how can you be so joyful?"

143. "Celebrate Hero, eat your cake, party into the night... but just know, I will be back."

144. "Call 911!" "Why?" "I stubbed my toe."

145. "Your jawline looks like it was gauzed over in lard." "It looks better than your hay for hair."

146. "You're my best friend." "Villain? Are you on drugs?"

147. "Lay him there and leave him. Let the rats dine on him."

148. "The point of the cow suit?" "Oh, uh, I was at a Halloween parade. You know, for children."

149. "I-i never wanted to hurt you." "I know, I wanted you to, so I allowed it."

150. "Favorite movie?" "Your death." "Ooo never heard of it, let's watch it." "*groans* Oh my gosh, you are stupid."

151. "Being a flutist is my only superpower. And being modest apparently."

152. "Your head will join my collection if yoi don't watch out."

153. "Hey, hey! Wake up, buddy. It's just a nightmare."

154. "Meh head hurts." "Yeah, you hit it pretty hard."

155. "Let's go for a ride." "On that yellow miniature school bus?" "It's a ranger you idiot."

156. "No painkillers, no bandages, perfect environment for infection to settle... I'm just gonna leave you here Villain."

157. "I save you and this is how you repay me? A prison?"

158. "What are you doing?" "Climbing a tree? No Hero, I am breaking into your house to kidnap you."

159. "I formally apologize."

160. "Of all places, Hero, you had to teleport us to a desert. A DESERT."

161. "Supervillain won't stop unless we team up." "I don't think our alliance will stop them, I think it'll just make them angrier."

162. "Stop singing or I will blow this place until even the last atom is broken into itty-bitty molecules!" "That... that is scientifically impossible."

163. "I'm a genius! Yippee!"

164. "Life isn't perfect and nor is your morals."

165. "Control yourself before you kill everyone around you."

166. "Say your goodbyes."

167. "Of all the ways I've died, drowning was by far the nicest."

168. "Love the collar. Is it for fashion purposes?" "Uh, um, uh, er, no?"

169. "You look lonely. Want some hot coco?"

170. "It is negative million out there and you expect me to come in toasty warm after fixing your power?"

171. "Are you sick?" "Yeh." "Come on in then."

172. "Civilian, don't even bother trying to save him."

173. "We have a breach!"

174. "What makes a villain's life less important than your's?"

175. "Enjoy your soup." "You poisoned it." "And you're delusional, eat up."

176. "I hate 99% of the population." "According to a meme I found, you are therefore a cat."

177. "Don't overuse your powers."

178. "This is just an unfortunate event."

179. "You look so cute when you are sleepy and barely conscious."

180. "His fever is rising."

181. "Save her, leave me. I'll-i'll get out of this somehow."

182. "Sometimes self-sacrifice isn't noble, it's selfish."

183. "You are so funny that I need my inhaler to kill you with." "That sentence was so discombobulated that I am leaving."

184. "Just for your information, I hate oranges but love grapes."

185. "Walking down the stairs shouldn't be a momental effort." "You broke both your legs."

186. "You just destroyed my life's work, don't expect me to give you a huge bear hug."

187. "Is it true that you have telekinesis?" "Yes, why?" "Go steal me a donut."

188. "You are so incredibly touch starved, Villain." "Mmm." "Tired? Go ahead and sleep, I'm here."

189. "This is for your own good, I promise."

190. "I'm cold."

191. "I don't want to move and you can't make me."

192. "I AM RETIRED! YOU DON'T NEED TO CONTINUE TO SEND ME PAMPHLETS OF THE HOTTEST HERO OF THE YEAR!"

193. "He's unconscious." "That tired, huh." "No, he passed out from blood loss."

194. "I want a kitten."

195. "I'm no scared of you, so stop acting like I am."

196. "He isn't dangerous, just scared."

197. "They won't be going anywhere for a long, long time."

198. "Hero? Hero? Oh my goodness, please wake up."

199. "Life is too short for pleasures."

200. "I hope you are happy, in the end."

[mahizli]

Coming Back Down (Kix & Obi-Wan, 20 BBY)

Part 15 of ‘Sparks of Hope, A Star-Wars Advent-Calendar’

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“The kriff, Master…”

General Skywalker’s annoyed words echoed from the medical fresher, topping the sound of water, and Kix sighed, eyes tracing the dirty trail of mud and blood leading to the shower.

It had been hard to distinguish any feature, let alone injury, under the layer of grime and blood and dirt covering General Kenobi’s face. The mission had gone completely sideways after barely a day on the planet – thanks to a rockslide where General Kenobi had once more felt obliged to save half the regiment by Force-pushing the men along with General Skywalker out of the avalanche. Getting knocked off the mountainside and half buried under rocks himself. And staying that way for about twelve hours, because of course it had been night, making them unable to see and search for him properly.

General Skywalker had been frantic. But to be honest, Kix preferred frantic to the hot, angry way he had acted ever since General Kenobi had returned from his mission as Rako Hardeen. Himself and the vode had felt between a rock and a hard place for weeks now, and seeing their General finally display something else than fury towards General Kenobi had felt reassuring in a sad, very odd way.

Of course, said General had been the one literally caught under rocks – he had been conscious though, if not truly lucid, once they had found him, lips moving silently, mouthing words Kix couldn’t understand at first. Kenobi’s hair was matted with blood but, though the Jedi had obviously been sick several times, the eyes staring up at Kix and Skywalker had been bright.

“My charms are overthrown”, Kenobi had been whispering, oblivious to Skywalker’s hand meeting his face. “What s-strength I have’s m-mine own…”

“Master, hang on, let me lift those rocks…”

Kenobi had just shuddered, letting out a quiet moan as Kix checked his pupils, muttering on: “Which is most faint; now t’is true, I m-must be here r-released b-by you…”

Kenobi had been trembling when Kix had finally been able to assess his body – field-scans were not the most precise, but the General must have managed to shield his body from the worst of the impact. He had a severe concussion, a broken collarbone and forearm, huge bruises on the chest and legs, hypothermia… and Force-exhaustion, according to General Skywalker.

General Kenobi tended towards downplaying his injuries, shielding himself behind sarcasm or joking. Even on Geonosis, he had always answered Kix questions clearly while hurt, his command on the Force enough to help him push through blood-loss and pain.

Here, however, General Kenobi had let Skywalker gather him in his arms like a child, mumbling incoherent words, without a sign of recognition. They had got him back to the ship as quickly as possible, and Kix had run a more thorough scan, fortunately confirming there was no inner injury.

He had allowed Skywalker to drag Kenobi to the showers, stabilizing him through the Force, and was determined to get the General clothed, lying down and monitored within minutes – but the quiet water sound and humming he was hearing did not look like anything but trouble.

“Master, stop splashing around!”

Kix entered the showers to find an exasperated and quite damp General Skywalker holding a very wet General Kenobi, who had been stripped down to his briefs and was sitting down on the ground, hair plastered on his head by the shower-spray, uninjured hand running quietly through the stream, pushing water towards the drain.

“Raindrops f-falling on my head”, General Kenobi was singing, sputtering slightly as water met his chin. “But t-that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be t-turning red… Crying’s not for me…”

Kenobi looked up at Kix and smiled, with an expression of childish glee so unlike him he winced. The water was brownish under him, the General sported various bruises and scratches, chest in an interesting hue of blue-green – but Kenobi simply smiled.

“’Cause I’m never gonna stop the rain by c-complaining”, Kenobi sang, pitch and rhythm undisturbed by the water streaming on his body and face.

“He threw up twice, Kix. And he’s getting quite warm. He keeps singing and splashing like a kid!”

“General…”, Kix said, crouching before Kenobi, turning off the water and wrapping a towel around him. “General, can you hear me?”

The motion seemed to rouse Kenobi, who stopped singing and looked up at Kix, wincing slightly, grey eyes squinting in the light.

“Can you tell me your name?”

Kenobi’s hand moved, clutching the towel, wet head leaning against Skywalker’s shoulder in trusting, abandoning move that made Skywalker stiffen, then wrap an arm around Kenobi’s trembling shoulders.

“Obi… Obi-Wan K-Kenobi.”

“Very good. And can you tell me who you are?”, Kix asked, gently.

The General blinked, rubbing a bare foot against the wet tiles.

“I’m Master Jinn’s Padawan?”

The voice was thin, the question mark plain at the end. The General was getting pale and blinking, too, cheek leaning against Skywalker’s arm.

“Come on, Master…”, Skywalker urged him, keeping his arm still and placing a hand on Kenobi’s bouncing knee. “Shh… It’s alright. You can do this.

- I’m… ah… I’m… I have a… a Padawan.”

Kenobi was frowning now, face scrunched up with pain and paling even further.

“And a G-Grand- Padawan. Anakin a-and Ahsoka. I’m a… I’m a… w-what am I, I’m a… I’m not sure… I’m… tired.”

Kix met Skywalker’s eyes and found his worry mirrored there, because General Kenobi never ever complained and never got confused. The hot skin and the relentless throwing up could be explained by the concussion, and yet…

“Let’s get him into a proper cot”, Kix ordered, and together with Skywalker, they helped General Kenobi up, into clean medical scrubs and lying down.

All along, the General stayed pliant and blinking, not even wincing when Kit placed an infusion line on the back of his hand.

“Do you know who I am, sir?”, Kix asked him, gently parting his wet hair to assess the head-wound he had quickly stapled on the field, and that looked clean enough to reassure him.

Kenobi’s face scrunched up once more, and after a few seconds of silence, Kix noticed a small drop of blood falling from his nose towards his lips.

“Shh, Master. No use of the Force for you. Not now… You can’t.”

Skywalker wiped the drop of blood away, with uncharacteristic gentleness, and Kenobi shuddered, eyes fluttering shut, features going lax as sleep claimed him, face tilting towards his former Padawan and friend.

It was then they noticed the two pin-shaped bruises on Kenobi’s neck.

“Stims…”, Skywalker sighed. “Of course. I couldn’t believe he was still conscious when we found him.”

“That one is older, though”, Kix observed, gently tilting Kenobi’s head to assess the skin better. “And there is another, on the other side.”

“You mean…”

Skywalker’s face turned dark as he frowned – and Kix felt his own chest tighten, because it all made sense, suddenly. General Kenobi’s alertness and quick reflexes, during the expedition, despite his previous lack of sleep and food – Kix knew, of course, but he was a medic and Kenobi a Jedi.

Nothing to be done.

“He took them before the mission?”

Skywalker looked slightly sick himself, now, and Kix sighed, taking Kenobi’s temperature and blood-pressure, inserting a saline bag on the infusion line.

“So it would seem”, he answered. “And I think he injected himself with another below that rock. Which, to be honest, was the right thing to do – but with all those stims it explains his confusion and the fever. He has to sleep it off and let his body get rid of them – since he cannot use the Force for a while.”

“Why would he do such a thing? Obi-Wan never uses stims when he can help it!”

Skywalker sounded upset and Kenobi made a soft sound in his sleep, a thin frown appearing between his eyes. Skywalker looked down, and ran his thumb across that worried line, watching it smoothen, shoulders dropping slowly.

“He’s not alright, is he? He’s…”

“No”, Kix said, very softly. “I think he is pushing himself. I think he tries to make up. For… you know.”

“That stupid, kriffing idiot”, Skywalker said, but there was no anger in his voice, just sadness. “I never asked that of him. Quite the contrary, Kix. I wish… I wish he could draw limits. But he can’t.”

The dark frown was back, and Kix sighed, placing General Kenobi’s hand back on the covers.

“Then perhaps we should help him. As we did, before…”

Skywalker let out a breath, and then he placed a hand in Kenobi’s hair, combing through the auburn strands until they fell back properly on his forehead once more.

“Perhaps, Kix.”

He watched his former Master sleep, for a while, emotions battling on his face, and then the frown vanished, some lightness returning on his young features, and Skywalker looked up, a small smirk around his lips.

“He has a fine singing voice, though…”

And, because of that smile, Kix let Skywalker sit next to his Master, fiddling with a small radio device. And when Kenobi woke up, after a few hours, still exhausted and confused, but less feverish, Kix pretended he did not hear Skywalker ask him if he knew the song playing.

“It’s a nice one, quite a success on Coruscant, listen to this: I’ve been hyp-no-tized, by the lights! Come on, Master, sing along, I know you can… But I’m coming home…”

Skywalker’s voice was slightly off-pitch, but warm and strong. It made Kenobi smile softly and turn his face towards him.

“I’m coming back down tonight”, he whispered, grey eyes searching for Skywalker’s, who never stopped looking at him, and let out a slight laugh.

“You’d better, Master. You’re high as a kitten.”

Kenobi just blinked. There was more colour to his cheeks, a gleam in his eyes that was not there before, and that had nothing to do with stims. And Kix knew that, somehow, he would be alright, now.

He left them to their song and quiet vigil, closing the door behind him.

They would be alright.

[thinkyoureholy]

Soul Eater [5]

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Pairing : Jung Yunho / [fem] Reader

Genre : Angst, Violence, Language, Fluff, Smut, Character Death?, Demon! AU

Words : 3.3k

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt 4. Pt 5. Pt 6. Pt 7. Pt 8. Pt 9.

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-Yunho’s P.O.V-

I sat on the coffee table, resting my elbows on my knees as I leaned forward, my eyes darting over her covered face. A few days ago I had opened my door after hearing a loud thud only to have her fall into my apartment. She was in a state...I didn’t even want to remember the state she was in. How was she even alive after going through something that gave her those types of injuries? The first thing I did was check that she was still breathing, when I confirmed she was I carried her inside and dressed her wounds as best as I could but I was no professional. I wanted to take her to a hospital but I knew she’d throw a fit but what else was I supposed to do? It’s been three days and she hasn’t woken up at all. One thing I did notice was that her wounds were already starting to heal...but very slowly. 

“I don’t get it...if you’re healing why aren’t you waking up…?” I mumbled, reaching out a hand to gently skim my fingers over her cheek.

I sighed heavily, bringing my hand back to my side as I got up and headed to the kitchen. I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge but I didn’t get to drink it. I had turned around only to see Y/N was tossing and turning. I dropped the bottle and ran to her. This was the first time I had seen her move since she arrived. Just as I put my hands on her shoulders her eyes flew open, her pitch black demon eyes staring up at me with what I could only assume was fear. Before I could ask what was wrong she swung at me and pushed me away from her, her strength sent me stumbling back into a lamp I had in the living room, tripping over my own feet and falling on my ass. I winced but ignored the stinging in my arm, feeling a warm liquid dripping down the length of my arm. I got up and tried to go to her again only to have her try to stand but her legs haven't finished healing yet. She collapsed to the floor, crawling away from me as tears streamed down her face. I froze at the look she had on her face, I’ve never seen terror like that on anyone’s face before.

“Please...no--no more. I can’t take anymore. Just--Just kill me...please...I’d rather die...than go through another second of this torture.” She cried out through her sobs, crawling as far as she could until she hit the wall opposite me.

She brought her knees up to her chest, covering her head with her arms as she curled into herself. The sight alone was enough to cause my heart to break. I still didn’t know much about her to care this much but there was something about seeing her like this...it was heartbreaking. I took a tentative step towards her, her sobs causing a sharp pain to spread across my chest. I stopped just before reaching her, crouching down in front of her so we were eye level.

“Y/N...it’s me, Yunho. You’re safe here...I won’t-”I cut myself, contemplating if I should make a promise I wasn’t sure I could keep but I finished the sentence I had begun anyway, “I won’t let anything hurt you...ever...I promise.”

She stopped shaking when I finished talking, lifting her head and looked at me with wide eyes, her eyes no longer black. She was looking at me as if she finally realized where she was and who I was but she didn’t move to say anything. Instead she bit her lower lip, trying to hold back her cries as she buried her face in her knees once more. I frowned, reaching out slowly, hesitantly placing my hand on the back of her head. When she didn’t move to protest I got closer, gently lifting her onto my lap as I held her close. She clung to the fabric of my shirt, her head burrowing into the crook of my neck. We sat in silence as she cried, my hand petting the back of her head in a comforting manner. It wasn’t until I finally made sure she had stopped crying that I voiced the question that had been eating away at me since I first saw her in her condition.

“Who did this to you?”

She said nothing for a moment before she began to pull away from our embrace, as if realizing the position we were in, her face going back to that mask I was so familiar with, “I’m sorry I bothered you...I can get home on my own.”

I looked at her in confusion, grabbing onto her hand to keep her in place, “Don’t avoid this, tell me.”

“Why? It’s not like you’d understand...I’m nothing but a monster anyway. Don’t concern yourself too much with me.” She muttered but I wasn’t going to let her shut me out that easily.

“It’s hard for me not to show concern for you when you’re on my mind twenty four seven.” I said without thinking.

She looked at me wide eyed before mumbling under her breath, "All the more reason why you shouldn't know…"

"But I want to know more about you, I've been curious about you since the day I moved into this apartment and now I have the chance-"

"You don't want to know Yunho, trust me. There's too much shit, I can barely even handle it but you…" She trailed off, shaking her head, trying to get up once more but I stopped her, though I let go of her seconds after I wrapped my hand around her wrist when she let out a hiss of pain.

"Shit...I guess this healing of mine isn't that effective against injuries he's given me...how ironic. I'm supposed to be invincible but the moment he-" She cut herself off, wincing at the pain.

"Who did this to you?" I asked again, hoping she'd finally tell me.

She let out a dry chuckle, a humorless smile on her lips, "What are you gonna do when you find out? March on down to hell and give Lucifer a peace of your mind?"

-Y/N's P.O.V-

I watched his face pale, his eyes going wide at the mere mention of Lucifer. This was the same reaction he had when I told him about the symbols. I gave him a smile, a sad one but a smile nonetheless, reaching out to place my hand on top of his.

"I appreciate the concern, believe me I do but...this isn't something you can help me with. My burdens aren't something to be shouldered by humans." 

"When will you stop drawing a line between us? You're just as-"

"As what? Human? I haven't been human for the last thousand years, Yunho. Do humans have these eyes? Do humans have claws like this, teeth like this? Do humans have wings? The one thing that made me human, the one thing I should've cherished more than my own life is something I sold away."

Before I knew it I was shedding tears. Oh how I wished to be human again. I wanted to be human, I wanted to feel like a human, I wanted to cry as a human, I wanted to die as a human and finally rest. But I sold my soul and after years I regretted selling it, at first I thought I made the right choice, that there was no other way out of my situation then to sell my soul but now...now I know there were a hundred other things I could've done. This is precisely the reason why I tried so hard to stop Yunho. I knew the reason he had for selling his soul was a stupid one. I had seen how kind he was even if I was never kind to him. It hurt to know that he was so willing to sell his soul, to live the rest of eternity in Hell when he was someone that was supposed to go up to Heaven and spend time with the angels, not the disgusting demons down under. 

With that in mind I thought back to the conversation Mingi and I had before.

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"I want you to cut off the deal between the two of you."

I gave him a quizzical look, "And why would I do that."

"As you've probably noticed by now...his soul isn't meant to go to hell...he's one of the good ones." Mingi explained.

I looked at him in shock. I had thought Mingi was incapable of showing concern for others, yet here he was, showing concern for Yunho...a mere human. I frowned deeper, closing my eyes for a moment as I let out a deep breath.

"You should have never told him about this whole demon thing to begin with."

"I didn't know the idiot was actually going to go through with it! And besides I thought since I was the closest demon to him then…"

I sighed as I pinched the bridge of my nose, "I can't just break off our deal and you know that."

"I know more than anyone what would happen the moment you do but please, I'm begging you, please make an exception for him." He pleaded, reaching over the table to grab my hand in his, "I'll talk to Lucifer and have him-"

"You think he'll listen to you?" I cut him off with a scoff, pulling my hand out of his, "That bastard will be over the moon to know I broke off a deal, he's been waiting for me to do something like that the moment I became a demon."

"Y/N...please...I know it's a lot to ask but…" He trailed off, no longer knowing what to say to convince me.

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I looked over at Yunho who had his head bowed, his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to figure out what to say. I took a good look at him, his aura was still as pure as the day I first saw him. I was amazed that he had stayed untainted his whole life, even when he was making a deal with me his aura didn't changed. Yunho might just be one of those rare humans I had only heard stories about. He might be worth saving...even if it meant spending another thousand years down in hell, even if it meant giving up my freedom after almost completing the one thousand and twenty years I've been sentenced to. This might be my chance to do something good.

"Yunho...what do you say we cut off our deal?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He snapped his head back up to look at me, his body going tense at the suggestion, "What?"

"It's not impossible for me to basically veto our whole deal."

There will be consequences for me but you...you could have your soul back...and go up to Heaven when you die...like you're meant-

"No." He said resolutely, the look in his eyes shocked me, "I want our deal to continue."

"What? But...why? Yunho, you can have your soul back! You can-"

"I don't care! This deal is the only thing that…" He trailed off, as if realizing what he was saying.

"The only thing that what? What could you possibly gain from keeping this deal going?! You want to keep up this charade for what?! Your fucking friends?! Yunho those people aren't your friends if all they do is belittle you!" 

My voice had gotten louder and louder the longer I spoke. I had gotten up and stood on my own two feet, even though it was painful. I slapped his hands away when he tried to help keep me steady when I wavered, using a nearby chair to keep me upright.

"Yunho think this through!"

"I don't need to think about it! I'm not cancelling this deal! Fuck what my friends think, fuck what anyone thinks I don't care anymore! This deal is the only thing I have that connects the two of us and I'm not going to break it off! Not after I finally realized-" He cut himself off to take a breath.

His eyes were intense, his face beet red as his shoulders heaved up and down with his heavy breathing. I stared at him in shock, unable to say anything in return. I watched as he combed his hair out of his face, finally noticing the blood that had stained his arm. It didn't take me long to realize that the blood belonged to him, seeing the cut on his arm for the first time. It didn't take a genius to figure out that he got that cut from me, the guilt already beginning to eat away at me. I took a good look at him, seeing the haggard look on his face. The bags under his eyes told me he hadn't slept for days...he didn't look this way the last time I saw him. Wait...how long had I been out for? Had he been watching over me...this whole time...without sleeping? Now I really needed to get him to agree to cancel this deal but it was no use trying to talk to him now.

"Fine...but we're not done talking about this. I need to get home, don't call for me for a few days...I need some more time to heal." I said in a low voice, not bothering to look him in the eyes as I turned away from him, "Wrap that arm of yours up will you? It'll get infected if you just leave it like that."

I mumbled that last part, taking a step away from him to leave but even just doing that sent an excruciating pain up my leg. Shit, I forgot he had broken my legs. The bones must've fused back together but that doesn't mean my legs were ready for me to walk around on just yet. Yunho must've noticed how much pain I was in, his fingers wrapping around my wrist to help me but I refused his help. I yanked my arm out of his grip, hiding the fact that I was in pain.

"Y/N…"

"I'm fine, Yunho. Think about what we talked about more. I'd hate to have to see you turn into a demon, you alone are meant for salvation ...not damnation."

And with that I left, but not on foot. I teleported to my apartment, my legs giving out the moment I was out of his sight. I started breathing heavily as the exhaustion tried to take over. I looked over at the digital clock I had on the wall, finally seeing what day it was. So I was out for three days, huh? And Yunho had taken care of me the whole time? I hung my head at just the thought, already knowing he was getting too attached for comfort, thinking back to what he said when I suggested we break off the deal. The scariest part was the way my heart was beating as I replayed his words in my head.

I let out what could pass off as a scoff but also a dry chuckle, shaking my head as I reached for my phone. I dialed a number I hadn't dialed in a long time, mostly because I liked to keep away from my own kind but recently we had gotten back in contact with each other.

"Mingi...can you come over…?" I asked through heavy panting, the pain in my side reminding me how he had crushed my ribcage.

"What for? I was just on my way to Yun's place, I can stop by afterwards. I'm actually a little bit worried about him. He hasn't been answering his phone or replying to my texts for the past few days." He rambled on, not seeming to catch on.

"Mingi I'm not healing like I'm supposed to. He's done this to me before but he had never gone to these lengths...I need your help."

There was a pause on the line before he spoke, "Who is 'he'?"

"Lucifer. Mingi...you're the only one that...can help me. Please…"

There was another pause before I heard the dial tone, signifying that he had hung up. I leaned back against the wall, letting the phone fall to the floor as I closed my eyes.

"He really did a number on you didn't he?"

I opened my eyes to see him crouching down in front of me, a frown on his face. He looked over my whole body before looking back up into my eyes.

"You'll need at least a week, maybe more to get back to how you were but…"

"But what?"

He looked at something above and slightly behind me. With a gentle finger he poked at my wing, his frowned deepened when I hissed out in pain.

"You'll never be able to fly again."

I felt my heart sink to the pit of my stomach but I shook the feeling away, "As long as I can walk on my own two feet then I don't care."

He stared at me in silence for a good thirty seconds before he nodded, scooping me up into his arms and taking me to my room where he could tend to my injuries properly. He sat me down on my bed, his eyes looking me over once more.

"Have you thought about what I asked for?"

"I have. And Yunho's against it."

His eyes snapped back up to meet mine, a shocked look on his face, "He's against it? So you've talked to him about it? But why would he be against it surely-"

He cut himself off as if he realized something, closing his eyes for a moment as he groaned deep in his throat, "He's grown attached to you hasn't he?"

"Like an abandoned puppy, yes. He's done this before hasn't he? Getting attached easily I mean…"

Mingi sighed heavily, rubbing his hands over his face, "His attachment to me is the reason why I couldn't just ditch him like I had originally planned five years ago. It's not that he has abandonment issues or anything...his heart is just that fucking big, it can get annoying at times."

I scoffed as I nodded in agreement, "Tell me about it. The man is as stubborn as a rock too."

Mingi chuckled at that, a fond look crossing his features for a moment before it disappeared, "This is precisely why I want the deal between the two of you to end...his soul is worth saving."

"I know," I muttered under my breath, "I'll keep trying but I can't make any promises. To break a deal both parties need to agree but he's standing his ground on keeping this deal going. I’ll just have to be more persistent I guess."

I winced as he gingerly prodded at my ribs, “You do that…”

I grit my teeth when he moved on to inspect my arm, lifting it up slightly before putting it back down when I cried out.

“Anyway...I should get started. It’s a miracle you’re still alive to begin with…”He trailed off before he held his hands over my arm but just as he was about to start he placed his hand on my forehead, “It’d probably be best for you to sleep for now...it could take awhile...and it might be painful. Some of your bones need to be realigned since they’ve started to heal without being set properly.”

“So you’re telling me you’ve going to have to break them again before realigning them?”

“Yup.” Was all he muttered out before he put me to sleep.

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Tags : @chanyeolol​

[dontshootmespence]

A Heavenly Diversion

Summary: They’re both fighting a war. And they both need a distraction.

Pairing: Megstiel

Word Count: 1,550+

Warnings: Little bits of hair pulling, spanking, knife play, bondage, a creampie and a collar.

A/N: For those of you 18 and over! This fulfills my @spnkinkbingo square for collars.

Under the dim lights of the room, the cherry red rope seems to deepen and glisten like blood. The contrast between the sturdy ties and her delicate skin brings a smile to his face. “Seeing you like this…” He can’t bring himself to finish his thought but she knows. Oh, does she know.

“What happens if someone finds us?” She asks, her arms heavy with the full weight of the rope. “I have all kinds of nasties after me. Demons and angels alike.”

Castiel lifts Meg’s hands above her head, affixing them to the hook he’d dangled from the ceiling. “Do you trust me?”

“You know I do, Clarence.”

When he places his hands on her collarbone, a jolt of pain rolls through her, an icy burn spreading across every facet of her body. It hurts like hell, but at his hands it feels like coming home. Her mouth drops open, the delicate ‘o’ form of her lips inviting Castiel in a way it takes much strength to ignore. That’s not what she wants or what he needs just yet. “That was angel warding etched into your ribs. I have faith you’ll be able to take on any demon you come across on your own.”

“You know me,” she smiles.

Her limbs already feel heavy as they sway above her head, but she’ll endure it – enjoy it. She’s a little fucked up, but so is he, the angel that rebelled against heaven. Isn’t everyone a bit fucked up? “Are you gonna sit there and just stare at me, Clarence?”

Crouching down, he whispers in her ear. “I think I might. I know, what was it you said, it “makes your meat suit all dewy.”

“You remember,” she chuckles.  

Deep brown eyes go alight with darkness within when she sees the glimmer of the knife against his jeans. Instead of donning his signature trench coat and tie, he’s blending in, a relaxed gray t-shirt and black jacket completing the look in his cerulean blues. If she hadn’t known better, she would’ve thought Cas had fallen farther than heaven to earth.  

Him clothed, her bare before him – it makes her feel small. It’s not a feeling she’s used to or one she’d become accustomed to for anyone but him. But it is one she revels in. “What’cha gonna do with that?” She asks, her voice dripping with anticipation as she stares at the knife.

“Make you feel,” he replies. He stands up and begins to stalk around her, like a predator to his prey. He loves seeing her like this, adoration specked with the slightest hint of fear. “Like this.”

She shivers when the sharp edge of the knife skates from the bottom right side of her collarbone and around the back of her neck to the other side. There’s no blood, but it’s definitely rushing to the surface. The peace flowing through her makes her entire body heavy, her knees digging into the soft floor. His nickname rings through her head; there’s no heaven, no hell, no war, no Lucifer, nothing. It’s just here and now and feeling.

Cas crouches down again behind her, his breath hot on the shell of her ear. “Look down,” he commands. “So wet already.”

She practically mewls for him, causing his already hard cock to strain against the confines of the denim he’s wearing. He doesn’t stand up, instead resting his forehead against hers as the point of the knife rests against her collarbone. “I need to watch,” he breathes.

With practiced precision, he presses the tip of the knife into her soft skin and pulls down, watching as the blood pools up and out, a thin red line sliding down her chest and over her nipple. Meg’s eyes dilate at the feel of the burn, eyes trailing down her body, telling him where she wanted the next one and the one after that.

Before she knows it, there are red streaks down her stomach and breasts. The feeling of him drinking her in is intoxicating. “I think I need one more, Clarence.” She glances over her shoulder and he knows where to go, the headiness of the moment making it difficult for even him to move, his limbs heavy with satisfaction.

When Cas pushes the tip of the knife into her shoulder blade, she cries out, the high-pitched whimper so unlike the vessel he knows. He rakes the knife down, all the way to the small of her back before he unhooks her, a chuckle escaping him when her bound arms fall to the floor with a thud.

She bends over, stomach to the ground, ass in the air.  Wiggling slightly, she chuckles when she hears his exhalation of breath. For a rebellious angel, he still has remarkable self-control. His hand comes down on her ass, the sting somehow even more fulfilling than the blade. “You learn that from the pizza man, too, angel?”

Meg stares with rapt attention as Cas pulls his coat off and throws it to the floor before reaching behind him and gathering the cotton t-shirt between his shoulder blades. When she glances down to his pocket, she sees something sticking out. “What’s that?”

“That’s for you,” he replies, pulling the item out of his pocket. It’s a red chainmail necklace – a choker. “Now, I wouldn’t dare think about tying you down, but even when you’re away from me, I want you to have a reminder of me.” She leans forward and closes her eyes as he fixes the necklace around her. “Each chain has the word ‘mine’ etched into it in Enochian.”

For a split second, Meg feels a swelling of emotion, but that’s not her and he knows it too, so she’s not surprised when she replies. “It’s beautiful, but are gonna go back to the x-rating soon? I need to be fucked. Need to feel your cock.”

When she reaches for his zipper, he laughs and pulls away. “I enjoy your desperation.” He waits for a moment, drinking in the picture of the woman collared before him. “Arch your back for me.”

Without hesitation, Meg does as he commands, eyes facing forward as he walks behind her. Out there, people can think what they want – him the wayward angel and her the headstrong demon – but in here it’s different. It’s perfectly, wonderfully, amazingly different in a way she never expected to have.

As he unfastens the buttons on his jeans, he drops to his knees behind her. She pushes back, body searching for him, her heated sex desperate for his fullness. When he places his hand on her ass, she feels the familiar tingle of his grace. “Don’t. Not yet.”

“As you wish.” Instead, he smacks her right ass cheek and then the left in quick succession, watching as her skin ripples beneath his touch. Moaning, she bites her lip to keep from screaming when his hand comes into contact with her ass, rhythmic slaps creating a delicate red bloom across the pearl white of her body. “Should I fuck you? Do you think you deserve it?”

“Abso-fuckin-lutely,” she croons. “You make me feel good, I’ll make you feel good. Promise, Angel.”

Cas lined his cock up against her slit and pushed inside, encountering absolutely no resistance. She was so wet and needy for him. Preferably, he’d stay here, buried inside her forever – forget the rest of the outside world. “That’s it, Clarence. Lose a little control for me, would ya?”

He groans and reels back, feeling her slick wash over him as he pushes into her pussy over and over again. Reaching up, he grabs her hair and gathers it into a ponytail, tugging gently before giving it a harder yank that makes her yelp.

“Harder, Angel. You know I can take it.”

Meg bows her head to the floor, the intensity of his touch and the burn of her wounds too much to take.

“Close your eyes and feel, Meg.”

In an instant, she relaxes more, practically turning into a puddle beneath him as his cock pumps into her over and over and over again. She tightens around him and begins to push back, fucking herself with him. He can’t help but return the favor, picking up the pace of his thrusts, the sound of her whimpers and whines driving him wild. “Come inside me, Cas. Let me feel it.”

As he continues to thrust, he throws his head back, grunting into the air. Though they’re warded from angels, he wants to scream – make her scream – for all of them to hear. She milks his cock and he knows he’s close, his breaths ragged and strained, voice starting to catch in his throat. When his muscles spasm, he buries himself inside her to the hilt and lets go, thick spurts of come coating her walls.

“You sure know how to treat a lady right.”

Chuckling, he pulls her up, her back, still bleeding from the earlier cuts coming flush against his muscled chest. He massages her breasts, his grace working away the wounds in slow swirls while he sucks a deep red mark into the side of her neck. “This will stay with you a while. That and the red marks on your ass.”

“And this,” she grumbles lowly, slipping a finger underneath the new metal choker. “Nice to know I got the wrath of heaven on my side.”

[tetrakys]

For the smut promps can you do 36+38+60? Thanks a lot :-)

36. “Could he make you feel as good as i do?” & 38. “Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?” & 60. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.”

I was in an angsty MCL mood tonight, so I went back to my dark, kinky rewrite of Castiel’s route in UL.

Miss the Misery part 3

Part 1

Part 2

Well, this wasn’t awkward at all.

I looked around the table making a mental note of the situation. We were at the beach, officially attending the surfing competition and unofficially celebrating Rosa’s happy news. She was feeling tired though and had just left, leaving me in a somewhat tricky spot.

On one side there were Alexy and Morgan relentlessly teasing Hyun, who was throwing longing and pitiful stares at me. I so wasn’t going there, Hyun was a pure soul and I didn’t want to be the one tarnishing it. As fun as it might’ve been.

In front of me prof Zaidi, or Rayan as he’d asked me to call him, was sexily drinking one of the non-alcoholic beverage he’d bought for us. A drop of amber liquid fell on his chin, and I started picturing what he would do if I just leaned forward and licked it off him. I knew he would probably appreciate the gesture in private, but we were not alone.

Castiel and Nath were sitting at the other hand of the table, strangely behaving as mature and collected people. Remembering how things were about to go down the last time they’d met, I was a little surprised. They were about to beat each other at the Cosy Bear. Even more surprisingly Cas had been the one to diffuse the situation, when instead he would’ve been the one to throw the first punch in high school. This new, mature version of him was so infuriating, nothing ever seemed to get a rise out of him.

After that day, where I’d sworn I’d never again let him affect me in any way, while at the same time I’d bring him to his knees regretting the day he’d met me, we’d un into each other only a couple of times at the university. Both times I’d either pretended not seeing him or brushed him off very quickly. This time though, we’d been forced to spend the night together with our friends, and I wasn’t sure the “ignore him” tactic was having any effect whatsoever. He looked completely unperturbed.

“Castiel, I think there’s a girl or two over there who’d like a private concert… in their bedroom, if you see what I mean.” Alexy suddenly said laughing, Morgan elbowed him while glancing over at me. Alexy gave me an apologetic look from the other hand of the table. I answered with a smile, even though I was gritting my teeth.

“What luck, I have my guitar in the car!” With that Castiel got up right away to get it, while I felt my blood run cold in my veins.

“Well, I think I’m going to enjoy the peace and quiet of the beach and get some fresh air if anyone wants to join me.” Nath said immediately afterwards, staring at me while leaving the table.

What the hell was I going to do now?

The smart thing was to either call it a night or follow Priya to the dance floor and have some innocent fun with my friend.

That fucking jerk has gone serenading some random groupies.

Being smart was overrated.

“Candy, please save me!” Hyun cried out, as Alexy and Morgan dragged him towards the sea. Mmm… tempting, but not tempting enough.

I was left alone at the table with Rayan, whose stare was burning into mine with clear intentions.

They must be throwing themselves at him right at this moment.

I looked around the crowded beach, I didn’t want to be smart in this precise moment, but I also wasn’t stupid. I wished my professor goodnight and headed towards the beach.

All men are dogs, none would pass on the chance of a threesome.

He didn’t use to be one, though. There was a time where he looked only at me. A pitiful voice whispered inside my head.

Those time were gone.

“Candy, you came.”

I found Nath in an isolated corner of the beach and sat next to him.

“I was also in the mood to enjoy some quiet time.”

He looked at me dubious, and I started chewing my lip slightly nervous, hoping he wouldn’t notice the turmoil raging inside me.

“Don’t do that,” he said with his eyes fixed on my lips.

“What?” I asked pouting a little.

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

“You must know there’s nothing naïf or oblivious about me.”

“Well, in that case…”

I cut him off in the middle of whatever he was going to say. Scooting closer, I grabbed his head and pushed it down towards mine, attacking his lips with feverish fervour.

He froze at first, completely shocked, but very quickly got the hangs of what was happening and his hands went to my hips, pushing me much closer to his body. All my soft parts pressed against his hard ones.

I knew he would be game, but I was a little surprised by how quickly he’d jumped to the chance. You’re making out with the stuck-up student body president, the usual annoying voice whispered in my mind, but it was easy to ignore her this time, there was very little of the annoying, rule-abiding, bookish overachiever left in him. We’d both changed for the better.

I moved one hand under his t-shirt, lightly grazing the hard planes of his abs with my nails. A hoarse moan escaped his lips, proving that he was rather enjoying the attention. So much so, that ten seconds later I found myself lying on my back, his body pressing me in the wet sand.

“I know why you’re doing this,” he said to my ear while his hand slipped under my top. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad,” he quickly added when he felt my body stiffen at his words. His other hand came to my chin, forcing me to stare into his eyes. “But I do have my pride. I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.”

I tried to object, to say that wasn’t at al the reason why I’d come to him, but his lips crushed on mine again, completely taking my breath away. One moment later, my top had been pushed up and my sarong had been untied, so the only thing left to hide me from his hungry stare was my skimpy bikini. He seemed to appreciate the view, because his hands found my breasts immediately.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed of these,” he said as with one hand he grabbed and fondled one breast, while his lips found the other one, his tongue creating a hot trail from its side up to my nipple.

He arranged himself better between my legs, so that now his jeans-clad length was pressing insistently against my core, each movement creating the most perfect friction that was making me lose my mind completely.

I was wet, and the sea drenching us with its waves was only part of the reason.

Nath moved one cup of my bikini top to the side, and took most of my breast in his mouth, sucking, while his tongue kept its attacks on my nipple, and I couldn’t help but moan, my fingers grabbing his hair, pushing him even closer.

And while his hand started creeping lower, and lower, almost reaching the hem of my bottom, he said, “Could he make you feel as good as I do?”

That felt like a cold shower had suddenly extinguished all the heat of the moment.

What an idiot, I was here because I didn’t want to think, why the hell would he say something like that.

I grabbed his wrist, stopping his hand from moving even further down and pushed him off him.

“You’re such an asshole,” I grunted, as I fixed my clothes.

He looked at me with an expression that was something between disappointment and satisfaction, I had no idea what the hell he was aiming at. Piss me off? Well, good for him, mission accomplished.

He just laid there, touching his fingers to his mouth, the taste of my skin still on his lips, and gave me one of his new lopsided devilish smiles, “I’m sorry you got tired of playing, I was rather enjoying myself. Here, let me walk you back to the bus stop.”

I wanted to tell him that there was no need, that I really didn’t want to be around him in that moment, or ever again probably. But he jumped up, and put an arm around my shoulders whispering to my ear, “that’s fine, I waited a long time for this, I don’t mind waiting a little more. And if the main course is as good as the starter…”

His husky voice and his breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine. “Also, when I make you mine, I prefer to have your undivided attention.”

Make me his? Big words for what was essentially just a rebound fuck.

“I’m nobody’s, Nath.”

And I really believed it, until the moment we walked in front of a bonfire and saw Castiel sitting there alone, playing his guitar. No sign of groupies around.

Nath’s hold on my shoulders tightened the moment Castiel’s eyes came up and rested on us.

I tried to push Nath away, but he didn’t budge, and Castiel sent our way only a bored and slightly disgusted look.

Not even seeing me in Nath’s arms, coming from what clearly looked and was a hook-up, was affecting him? I was about to roll in despair when I noticed that his mask of coldness and disinterest didn’t extend to his hands that, knuckles white, were gripping the guitar as if they wanted to crush it.

Should I’ve felt happy? Triumphant even, that as much as he tried to hide it, I still affected him at least a bit? I felt mostly empty.

“Well, that was fun,” Nath said as we made it to the bus stop, and I thought he was only partially talking about our nocturnal activities. I bet seeing Castiel’s controlled rage was as much a turn on for him as I had been.

I barely said bye and left him there on the sidewalk, as I found a seat on the bus. I really had no mental and physical strength left to deal with him and his twisted smugness this night.

I rested my head against the cold window and let the bus lull me into an agitated sleep.

[felicismagic18873]

Beyond the Blaze(3)

Summary: 4 Years old, Alyssa Potter finds her life taking a magical turn as she steps into a world of cute green giants, talking robots and misunderstood aliens. All of it is almost enough to make her forget the probable destruction of her own world.

Word Count:2.2k

"You daren't meddle with fate." The deep voice echoed in the crystal plains. Her hair floated around her and Melina felt determination and fear grip her insides.

"She is not fated to perish in this way...her destiny lies elsewhere."

It was eerie to look into the abyss and see it looking back. A sweet sound echoed around her and Melina felt like she was being laughed at.

"I see." There was silence for a short while as if the entity was contemplating "What will you have me do, Daughter of magic "

"You marked her," The air grew cold, it was a secret not meant to be spoken, "marked her as your own." She continued insistingly, pushing down the fear that rode up her throat "She belongs to you Death, not to me nor to mother. She can cross over,  you can let her do it."

"And send her to a world unknown?"

Melina hesitated for a while, but she had firm faith in her child. She will find a way to survive. "If it can save her, yes."

"Surely you aren't foolish enough to think there wouldn't be a price."

"I am willing to negotiate." Melina sat down on the ground, this was going to take a while.

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The howling of the wind made the stone walls seem even more frightening. Professor Minerva McGonagall raised a hand and touched one of the walls. The stone walls that once thrummed with magic felt cold and empty under her fingertips.

"Minerva?" Minerva let out a relieved breath and turned around. She wasn't sure how long she could stand there. A place once filled with the laughter of children, now just a sign of what was coming.

"Are the rumors true, Albus?"

Albus Dumbledore, "I'm afraid so, Professor. But you already knew that." Albus looked at her over the top of his half-moon glasses in his annoyingly endearing away.

"This is it then, the beginning of the end."

Albus chuckled, the voice echoing in the, for once, silent corridor. "Now, now Minerva. Letting go of hope is indeed the most grievous of sins."

"I have to disagree, Albus." She turned towards one of the windows and looked out. "At this point holding onto hope is foolish. Do you not feel it? In the air."

"Feel what, my dear friend?"Albus stepped next to her and she knew he was looking at the same thing as her. The abandoned forbidden forest.

"Precisely. There is nothing to feel. The magic, it's flowing back to Earth. Soon, it will be drawn from our bodies as well. What then, Albus?"

"Perhaps-" Albus looked thoughtful for a while. "Perhaps this was how it was meant to be, Minerva. Maybe time was too tired of waiting for us to change so it took reigns in its own hands."

"And where will this take us?"

"Beyond." Albus let out a small smile." Beyond the petty prejudices and boundaries. Do you not see my dear? This is a trial for us. We were put through one hundred of years ago and came out lacking. She is testing us."

"Who is?" Minerva asked although she had an inkling about the answer.

"The entity whose existence was forgotten over time. Whose wrath and mercy hold equal power. Hecate. The Bestower of Magic."

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Dawn broke the cold night with a soft burst of color. While the rest of the neighborhood slept unaware Alyssa Potter was sitting on her bed, reading her storybooks for the last time. She had said goodbye to her Uncle, Aunt and Cousin even though it had only earned her,  'She has finally gone mad, Vernon.'

"Its time, Alyssa."

Alyssa broke out of her thoughts looking up with a wavering smile.

"Do-Do I have to Mel?" She asked with a brokenly even though she knew she had to. The magic she always felt around her was leaving. It felt.... empty.It made her feel scared and uncomfortable.

"Yes, You do. But never be afraid, My love for I am with you."

Alyssa smiled and took her hand, feeling the sensation of traveling the way only Melina could.

It is dark, was Alyssa's first thought. It felt like the only light came from Melina and the blackness was trying to take that away as well. She looked up with a question on her lips, before stopping abruptly.

"Mel-Wha...Are you- crying? Why are you crying, Melina?"

"I'm going to miss you my dear heart. J-Just know that all I have done and am doing is for you just for you."

"What are you saying? You're coming with me. Aren't you -Mel?" Melina shook her head with a sad smile. Her eyes looked sorrowful as if she had lost something precious and maybe because she was.

"I am not leaving you here!"

"Ally-"

Alyssa shouted fearfully, "No! She is taking away magic from everyone. You're magic Melina. Wha...If the magic is gone then...You promised Mel...You promised you'll always be there!" Tears rolled down her cheek.

"And I will be. The change won't affect me. It might take some time but I promise we'll see each other again." Melina knelt down, wiping her cheeks with her fingers.

Alyssa took a deep breath, the admission making her racing heart calm" Promise?"

"Promise. Now you need to go, we can't hold back her power for much longer."

"Okay"

"I-I love you Mel."

"I Love you as well. Now go. Just keep walking and whatever happens no matter what you hear don't look back."

So Alyssa did.

She walked and walked until she could no more. Then she rested and walked more. She hummed under her breath. Walked. Walked.

One step after another.

On and on.

Until her body gave out and she collapsed. She could see the light but she could never reach it. It seemed every step she took, it moved further away.

She closed her eyes and whispered, "Promise."

Then the darkness took over her.

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"Let me tell you a story, dear heart." Melina felt Alyssa nod her head from her lap.

Alyssa could feel her eyes dropping but struggled to keep them open.

"At the beginning of time, when Mother Earth Gaea created mankind with her power the other beings also wanted their own creations. Aphrodite created some of the most beautiful creatures, High Elves, and Veela-"

"Elves? Like-Like House-elves Mel? But...But house-elves ar'n't pretty." She interrupted with her wide-eyed question.

Melina chuckled, "No not house elves, you'll understand soon. That is, if you listen." Melina had spent the last few weeks teaching her about different creatures of magic so she wasn't surprised that the thought confused her.

Alyssa buried her face into Melina's dress, smiling bashfully.

"As I was saying, Aphrodite created High Elves and Veela but they lacked the ability to survive in this harsh world. Her creations were too beautiful, innocent and pure. Hence Hecate, the goddess of magic,-"

"Your Mama!" Alyssa giggled.

"Yes, my mother," She caressed Alyssa's head. " gifted them enough magic to survive, as she did with many other creatures like merman and dragons. They repaid her by never forgetting her gift, keeping her at the highest regard. Now as darkness in the hearts of men increased, Hecate gifted the purest of them magic to brighten their heart and balance out the darkness."

"Like the great Merlin."

"Yes, Merlinus Caledonensis was one of the first to be gifted. Mankind flourished with the power, it seemed like all was well." Melina looked far away, gathering her thoughts.

"But darkness it seems never goes out, it just fades for some time." She sighed, " Greed for power made mankind or more specifically wizards do unmentionable things."

Alyssa sat up, looking at Melina with wide eyes. "What did they do?"

"They took and took until there was nothing left. So many creations of magic were destroyed by their hands. They twisted the wishes of their Bestower to suit themselves, they still do. Hecate's children were captured and captivated to make them reveal their knowledge. Killed for a chance to take their power. Most of them chose to return to their Mother, deserting Earth but others could not."

"Did High-High elves des-deser-leave as well?"

"Desert. And yes, Wizards chose to mock them by calling these creatures Elves."

"Oh", Alyssa looked down at her lap "That's not very nice."

Melina's smile had a sad tinge to it, "No it's not. And it has made her angry."

"Your mama?" Alyssa tried to understand the concept of such -wrong- in her mind.

"Yes, she-she doesn't like what they have done using magic. The hurt they have caused, so she wants to take away their magic "

" I understand." Melina looked at her with what seemed like surprise and pride. "Understand what?"

Alyssa looked at Melina with a childlike strength, "When someone gives you a gift, you take care of it. Like-Like when you gave me this," she pointed to the lily necklace hanging around her small neck. "this is a gift. I-I have to take care of it. If I don't that's not nice and you'll take it back. A gift should be protected"

Melina put a hand on her head, "Such wisdom for such a young one. But isn't the point of a gift-giving without expecting something back?"

Alyssa looked thoughtful, "I dunno, I'm just four Melina!"

Melina laughed, "I thought you were a big girl?"

"I-I am! But sometimes I wanna be little too!"

"Okay, okay." Melina pulled her back into her lap, burying her nose into her hair and inhaled the scent that was purely Alyssa.

Alyssa reached out a hand and picked a strand of Melina's hair, twisting it on her finger.

Sometimes it looked white and sometimes it looked yellow, she couldn't understand what color it was, "What happens when she takes it away Mel? Is she gonna take mine too? My Magic? My gift?"

"Not yours, My love. Never yours. I-I promise."

Alyssa couldn't imagine a life without magic. How could magic even go away? It was everywhere! How could- But if-

"But if magic is gone-will....will you go too Mel?"

"No.No, My love. I'll never leave you. I live in your heart you know, just like you live in mine."

Alyssa burrowed in her embrace, something told her she should treasure all the moments they have together.

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Light. Light and Green.

Something was holding her. Air. Alyssa could feel air in her face as if she was flying on a broom.

Roar

Her eyes opened wide. Green.Blue.

Big Blue Eyes were looking at her.

"Cute Teddy" She giggled drowsily caressing the giants face.

The big green person tilted his head,

"Little Girl okay??" It-He?- spoke loudly.

Alyssa cuddled into the Giant person's chest, "Emmm Yes. But I wanna sleep."

"Sleep?"

"Yes, Sleep."

"Little Girl, Sleep."' Alyssa felt her being lowered down and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"No." She cuddled into him, sighing with content.

"No?" She felt the rumble of his chest and shook her head to confirm it.

"No." And darkness greeted her as an old friend.

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"There is a Tiny person on Hulk. A Tiny Person. On Hulk. Is anyone seeing this? Why is there a tiny person on the Hulk? This is precious. JARVIS-"

"Recorded and saved, Sir."

"I knew I liked you for a reason, you take after your daddy."

"Always a pleasure, Sir." Tony kept looking at the chi-nope! Tiny person, cuddling-cuddling-with the Hulk on his very very expensive and very much damaged couch.

"I think the word you're looking for is 'child' Stark," Barton stated with a tired but amused smirk coming to stand behind me.

And Tony. Just to show Barton what a smirk actually looked like, signed JARVIS to retract the helmet. "Nope. I know exactly what I am saying Legolas. Because this," He gestured around with his arm, he made a mental note to improve the mobility of the suit. " is a no child zone. More so now. Hence the only logical conclusion is that that must be a tiny person."

Hulk was looking at them with a steady gaze.

Barton just rolled his eyes at his antics, "I'll get the child." He stepped forward towards the couch.

"Hulk smash." A low rumbling voice raised the hair on Clint's arms.

"Barton, I suggest you step back." Steve who had just stepped into the room tried to diffuse the situation. Hulk is holding a child, Steve thought hysterically but tried to calm himself. He could fix this, they just needed Banner back,

"Hulk doesn't mean anything by it." Barton stated casually, " Those are probably the only words he knows."  He tried to reach for the child only to be pulled back by Tony.

"Stark! You're wearing a freaking metal suit. Not all of us are super soldie-" His mouth shut as he realized exactly why Stark had pulled him away.

Hulk was growling at them, actually growling. Like a wolf or something-did wolves growl?- Clint just didn't care and stepped back instinctively.

"Buddy, I think you need to retreat. Green Bean seems to like the....child" Tony said the word as if it physically pained him. " Jarv Baby. Face recognition."

"It is already under process. Honestly, Sir." Tony could almost hear the exasperation in his AI's voice and grinned in return.

[sunyoonandstars]

Friends with benefits gone wrong (series) || You x Yoongi || Part 4 (final)

The final part of my text series ‘Friends with benefits gone wrong’, paring You x Min Yoongi, featuring a (short) narrative. 

angst, fluff

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 (final)

Yoongi. Somewhere out here. Roaming the streets of Seoul late at night, all by himself, badly hungover, dehydrated, weakened, tired, probably hypoglycemic due to his lacking intake of food over the past few days. Maybe lost. Most likely in danger at this precise moment and definitely cold, with the temperatures quickly dropping several degrees below zero. And all because of you and your childish stubbornness. The haunting image of Yoongi wandering around aimlessly, pale as a sheet, hardly able to stand on his own two feet literally pains your heart. You can feel it pounding heavily, desperately against your ribcage, your constricting chest making it almost impossible for you to draw a single breath while your thoughts keep racing. Where could Yoongi be? How could you possibly find him? Where should you even look? Is he gonna he be all right? What if he’s already unconscious? What if you won’t find him at all? What if you’re gonna be too late? What if you will never see Yoongi again? Never look into those bottomlessly deep, inky wells of his eyes again? Never listen to his raspy voice again, rapping, softly humming a tune he just came up with, whispering sweet nothings at your neck, mumbling meaningful words long past four in the morning, his voice heavy with sleep? By now you’d even gladly let him yell at you. If he would just come back to you. If he’d just be safe. With the booming beat of your aching heart ringing in your ears, you just keep on walking, headed for the dorm, following a path you know by heart by now. Your feet walk it almost by themselves. And you don’t steer them any other way. Simply because you don’t know where else to go, what to do. Never before in your whole life have you felt so utterly helpless. The sensation is smothering, weighs heavy on your shoulders. Your vision blurred by tears freely falling, you check your phone once again. Almost half past nine and still no news. No trace of Yoongi. The boys are just as worried as you are. Their frenzied speculation only adds to your anxiety, conjuring up the most horrible scenes in your troubled mind. What if … You don’t get to finish that last thought, a startled gasp and a series of muttered curses escaping your lips as you bump into someone and your phone almost slips from your fingers, stiff from the cold. „Sorry, I —“ What you see when you look up leads you to break off in mid-sentence. You can’t hold in a relieved sob now that you’re faced with the very sight you were so afraid never to lay eyes on again. Petrified, you simply stand there and stare at him in disbelief for seconds that seem an eternity. And he stares right back at you, out of hooded, red-rimmed eyes, their lids so heavy he seems scarcely able to keep them open. „Have you lost your freaking mind, Min Yoongi!?“, you finally manage to retrieve your voice. „To just take off like that, without notice, leaving your fucking phone at home in your state!?“ At this point your voice cracks, drowning in tears of both anger and alleviation, turning your last words into a choppy, sob-like scream. Struggling for breath, you grab an apathetic Yoongi by the collar of his flimsy coat, going on to shake him, crying uncontrollably. He doesn’t resist. „Do you have a fucking death-wish or something!?“, you yell at him, Yoongi’s worryingly colorless face still an obscure mask, not showing any emotion, only fatigue. „Not particularly, no“, he mumbles, his voice so low it’s barely audible, weakly shrugging his hunched shoulders. „Then you better don’t do anything like this ever again, Min Yoongi, or I can’t promise you that I won’t kill you with my own two hands! Do you have any idea — I thought — I thought I’d never see you again, asshole! I was so scared. How — Why — What are you even doing out here? Dressed like this?“ You pull at the sheer fabric of his between-seasons jacket. Immediately, instinctively, your hands search for and find his. They’re cold as ice. Gasping, you reach up to cup his face. „Shit, you’re freezing!“, you exclaim. Yoongi barely manages a weary, lopsided smirk in response. Indignantly shaking your head, you take off your heavy, woolen scarf and, against his feeble resistance, go on to drape it around Yoongi’s exposed neck and slender shoulders. „No, y/n, don’t. You’ll only catch a cold“, he whines, trying to push away your hands still busy covering his trembling body. „I don’t care, all right!? So stop resisting, you big, whiny baby. Seriously. What are you? Five? Stepping out like this? Do you wanna die?“ Yoongi simply scoffs, all the while looking down at you with an expression on his ghostly pale face that is a mystery to you. „What!?“, you ask, casting down your eyes as you feel your cheeks blush under his blunt gaze. „I just really needed to see your face, y/n. That’s all. That’s why I’m here.“ His words, spoken oh so nonchalantly, literally take your breath away. You stop in your movements, petrified, a lump rapidly growing in your throat, threatening to choke you. Hesitantly, you look up again to find Yoongi smiling softly, his eyes shimmering with what you believe to be tears. The sight stings your heart like an icy blade. Reflexively, your hand shoots up to cover his cool cheek, the tip of your thumb catching the first tear to fall. Yoongi has never cried in front of you before. Not even once in all the years you’ve known him. Astonished, you plainly stare at him, wide-eyed, incapable of any movement whatsoever, your limbs no longer obeying your commands. How can a person be that beautiful? „Argh, shit“, Yoongi now grumbles, faintly shaking his head, avoiding your gaze, apparently embarrassed. „I don’t usually do this.“ He gestures towards his teary eyes. „I’m just too fucking tired to hold them back right now. Sorry.“ „No“, you simply say, your hand remaining firmly in place on his face even though Yoongi seems determined to remove it, eventually abandoning his efforts and covering your cold hand with his instead. „Don’t apologize. You can cry with me anytime. I will never judge you, Min Yoongi. I hope you know that. That I love everything about you, even the parts you detest. That I love your strengths as much as I do your weaknesses. That I want to get to know you. All of you. Unfiltered. Every side of you, all of your darkest secrets. There’s nothing you may hold inside that guarded heart of yours that could possibly stop me from feeling about you the way I do.“ At those words, you can watch a hopeful flicker light up his dark eyes. „Does that mean …?“ „Nothing has changed, Yoongi. We were both idiots. I should’ve taken the high road instead of choosing to make you jealous. I’m sorry. There was nothing going on between me and Seung-Won and I never wanted for anything to happen. All I needed was a sign from you, Yoongi. And I would’ve gladly been all yours.“ He swallows hard, his brows slightly furrowing. „So …?“ „Yes. I fucking love you, all right!? Did I really need to —“ You are silenced by his chapped lips sealing yours in a soft, yet urgent kiss, quickly growing deeper, more desperate. After you finally separate in order to catch your breath, the two of you remain in tranquil silence for seconds that turn into minutes, panting, eyes closed, Yoongi’s forehead leaning against yours, his hand buried in your hair, absentmindedly caressing your neck. „I should probably let the guys know that you’re safe“, you eventually, reluctantly, whisper into the peaceful quiet. „They were pretty worried.“ „Shit, you’re right“, Yoongi sighs and then breathes one last kiss onto your hair before he takes a step back, his hand slowly finding its way down to yours, your fingers naturally interlacing, fitting together perfectly. You can feel your heart skip a beat at the sensation and his eyes lingering on your figure as you hastily type a message and send it to the group chat. 

„Done?“, Yoongi asks when you slip your phone back into your pocket. You nod, giving him a smile he reciprocates. „What now?“ „I think we should probably go inside“, you suggest. „My place is closer, I guess.“ „Sounds good.“ „And talk“, you add, firmly holding Yoongi’s gaze. „I agree.“ „And eat. You look like the walking dead, Mister.“ „All right, all right“, he huskily chuckles, leaning down to tenderly brush your temple with his lips, his touch sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. „I’ll eat something. I promise. For you, I’ll do anything, y/n.“

THE END 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 (final) 

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[authorellenmint]

“Kieran!”

My voice didn’t have a hope to rise above the cacophony of children bleeding into the orchard. An entire mass of them moved like locusts descending upon the feast, their parents long since left behind to trudge up the hill.

Only my son glanced back, the sea of taller children threatening to consume him. While I hoped he’d wait, the allure proved too much. In an instant, he turned on his heels and scampered towards a tree. Three other children flocked the branches, most taller than my boy. Kieran ducked down and scampered closer to the trunk, his hands scrabbling for the blushing apples hidden amongst the leaves.

“Your father is acquiring a bucket right now,” I sighed, glancing towards the twisting line of parents left to pay for the privilege of bringing in the farmer’s crop. A rather satisfying deal on their end.

A giggle of joy drew me from the manure-stench of the barn to gaze upon an unending field of apple trees. They fanned out like autumn’s army waiting for orders to march upon the winter forest. My boy’s hands cupped to his chest, a red apple bigger than both his palms cradled safely. The exuberant eyes of an ever distracted seven-year-old shattered expectations by honing upon the apple and refusing to lift. As Kieran laughed again, I accepted that the long drive, the trek out to some bird-woman’s farm, and the threat of tick embedding was worth it for his smile.

I let my eyes drift off Kieran, about to look for his father, when a hand whipped through the air and plunged greedy fingers to his apple. “Hey!” Kieran shouted, trying to protect his get while the larger boy puffed himself up.

“Gimme that! It’s mine.”

“Is not. I found it,” my son shouted, trying to tuck the apple in safer to his chest. Which was when the bully slapped at his hand. Still Kieran wouldn’t acquiesce, even with a pink handprint rising from where that monster struck my son. My gait elongated, thunderstorms trailing my steps towards the children.

“Give it now!” the cretin shrieked. Greedy fingers dug into both the flesh of the apple and my son’s. It proved too much as Kieran cried, the sound rattling my soul, and he released the apple into the bully’s hands.

“Ha!” the child crowed, holding aloft his prize as if he earned it. Piggish eyes narrowed upon my boy and the bully yanked his hand back to slap Kieran once more.

My fingers snaked around the child’s wrist, holding it tight above his head. He screamed as if my grip was lava. How I wished it were so, but aside from keeping the monster from doing as he wanted, I caused him no harm.

I stared into the black eyes of the child, chaos and cruelty already sewn into the makeup of someone not yet ten. “Do not hit my son or you shall suffer beyond imagination.” My tone must have punctured through even that Dunning-Krueger armor as the child nodded dumbly. “And return that which you stole.”

The bully glanced towards Kieran, who held both his hands out, but he flinched from doing the right thing. With a sigh, I plucked the apple free and held it far above the child’s head. “You should be punished for such atrocities,” I muttered, releasing the boy’s arm.

“Oi! Let go of ‘im!”

My eyes rolled at the voice ordering me to do that which I already did. Turning, I spotted a mass of a man stumbling towards me. He wore all his strength in his gut, as if he’d swallowed every ego-boosting lie, every assurance from society that he was important, and honestly believed them. His legs hustled up the hill as I folded my arms, the apple tucked safely in my palm. I shifted to hide Kieran from view as the creator of the child bully thundered towards us.

“Don’t you fucking dare touch my kid!” he shrieked.

“Perhaps you should try parenting your child, then the rest of us wouldn’t need to bother.”

Red splotches formed over his face like mold sporing upon a film of fat. He tried to puff his deflated chest out as if I’d be either impressed or scared. Knowing what was to come, I turned to Kieran and told him, “Go and pick some more apples.”

“Yes, Mummy,” he mumbled, shuffling away from both me and the man who should be shooting steam from his nose. I maintained my typical cool-exterior which was only enflaming him more.

“Hey! Hey, get him back here! Your snotty brat stole from my kid!”

The kid in that situation fell silent, no longer wishing to use either his words or fists. No, it was all on the father, the larger copy as it were, to attempt to browbeat me into giving him what he wanted.

“You mean this apple that my child in fact picked and your son then hit mine in order to thieve away?” I lofted the apple before the man’s face, his eyes bulging as I didn’t cower and plead for him to forgive me. Men of his ilk feasted upon women who shackled themselves to the cult of nice. Against me, he had no power. Not that he had any to begin with.

His lip curled, as if the man intended to rip my throat out with his teeth. “Bitch whore, dressed like a slut. You aren’t gonna tell me a fucking thing.”

“As it would be a waste of both our time,” I responded, eyeing up the man. Whether he caught the barb or was simply upset that I continued to have a voice it was difficult to discern. What was not was how his rage threatened to spew out of his ears.

“You!” He turned on his son, cuffing the boy by the arm and dragging him closer. “Is this yours?” He jabbed at the apple I kept in my hand. The boy mumbled, his eyes shifting over the trampled ground. “I said did this she-bitch steal it from you?”

“Mmyes,” the child fumbled, flinching at both the lie and the fear of retaliation if he told the truth.

“Fucking finally,” the man cursed, releasing his hold on the boy. He extended the no doubt sticky fingers flat and cocked his head. “Well…”

“Well what?” I asked.

“Shit you’re dumb. Give it over before I get the cops involved.”

I snickered at the threat, though he did look like a man who’d call the police if a trashcan fell over in his driveway all while never having to worry about the mountain of dirt hidden under his rugs. My body didn’t shift, the apple held tight in my fingers as I stared around the teeming orchard. A few of the other adults drifted closer at the screaming, but once they spotted a man harassing a woman they all vanished behind trees.

There were certainly enough apples to go around. No reason to fight over one when it was easy to give in to the whims of a bully. Which was precisely the wrong message to teach my son. I lifted the apple into the air, twisting it between my fingers. “It’s not yours, you cretin.”

“Bitch!” he lashed out, fingers clamping to my wrist. The grip suckered to my skin, a thousand times tighter than what I did to his son. I shifted, prepared to teach the man just how much damage a steel-tipped boot can do to external genitals, when I caught what made my son pick this apple in the first place.

As my leg lowered to the ground, the bully snatched away the coveted apple. He released my hand, red welts rising from his grip, but I only stared back. My cold eyes burned into both his meaty face and the fruit he stole from a child. With a laugh, he placed the apple to his teeth and took a massive bite.

Which was when a warm smile wormed up my lips. I paid no heed to the pain he caused to my arm, only grinned at the man who flinched against the abyss. “Come on,” he shoved at his son, scampering away from me. But, he made certain to take another bite of the stolen apple.

“Mummy!” Tiny hands overladen with fruit bumped into my back. Keiran’s exuberant eyes warmed my heart, his full arms cinched tight as I swiped back a lock of his fallen hair. “Look at all the apples I got!”

“I see. You did an excellent job.”

My son smiled at the praise, his chin rising higher until he spotted the two generations of bullies walking down the lane. The father stopped and seemed to be staring harder at what he bit into. “Is that my apple?”

“Yes.”

My little entomologist scrunched up his nose. “Does he know it’s got a worm in it?”

A retching noise broke through the idyllic farm, the bully bent over to try and no doubt vomit up half of an eaten caterpillar. “He does now,” I said with a chuckle. “Come on,” I shook away the monster who tried to ruin our day and rubbed Kieran’s shoulders, “let’s find you another caterpillar.”

As my son led me into the trees, my ears listened to the blustering blather of a man choking upon his own comeuppance.

[skamfrance]

French Skam - Lucas & Yann Interview

 So now it’s time for the boys to answer some questions: x, once again interviewed by SkamUpdates on Twitter. Here’s the translated script from the interview. I’m putting it under a cut because it’s very long :/

Interviewer 1: Your character, as he is a character that precisely represents the problems that society has with homosexuality, etc...How did you approach something like that? Not being gay, but uh... Axel (Lucas/Isak): So, first of all, I'm not gay at all. No, I'm saying that because I sometimes see comments on my pictures saying "too bad he's gay" etc. It doesn't bother me that people... Léo (Yann/Jonas): He's open, he's open! *They laugh* A: But, uh...no, I'm not gay, and what I think is very interesting about this character is precisely the fact that he becomes more and more important, and you can feel that...Well he's the character that's always laughing and joking, but you can feel that behind that there's some sort of...Assa Sylla! How are you? L: Assa (he says it weirdly, like "Ay-sah"). Assa: Hi! Oh, fuck, you're filming a video! A: No, but come, come! And yeah, Lucas is uh...I like him a lot because I think he really has depth. I don't know if that really answers your question. So...no? You're saying no? I1: Yeah, yeah, I said yes! A: She said yes like that *shakes his head*. So yeah, I approached the role with depth, I tried to make him funny and make it so people would like to see more of him and understand what's going on in his head, and uuuh...yeah. Interviewer 2: And one last question for you: aren't you scared of going after Isak and Even, I mean they were super popular! A: Well, not really...It's true that a lot of people tend to compare, but...if you take the exemple of stage, it's like if you went to see "Le Tartuffe", by Molière under two different directions. Of course there are incredible actors...if you look at Michel Fau's* directing, so of course when you're going to see a different production and you've loved the actors in the first one, you'll always try to compare. But I think that the most important part is to be open-minded when it comes to our version and to see what we're going to bring, what is going to be different. It's what actors do, we're not robots, so we're obviously going to do something different, that's what I think is interesting. But yeah, of course we're afraid, but then we turn on the light and everything feels a little better! I2: And I have a question for...uh, can I say "tu"**? L: Of course! I2: Well, then for you. So you're the person who really looks nothing like the original character. L: Yeah, nothing alike.  I2: I mean, Isak and uh...ok, but... L: No, but there's the beard! A: There's the beard! L: And I am a guy. I2: I mean...at least the two look alike, Isak and uh...what's your name again? The name of your character? A: There's one that looks more like the other. I don't know which one. I2: Uuuh... A: It's a joke. I2: You look like...ah! A: It's not funny. I2: I didn't get it. A: But what did you say to me? I2: I said you looked just like Isak. A: Ah, yes. Ok. I2: Well not "just" like him, but you do look similar. A: No, it's true, even when you look at...Well I guess we look more alike than *points at Léo* L: Yeah...there's a gap. I2: That's for sure, so...how are you taking it? L: Well I'm taking it...I'm taking it pretty well. I didn't watch the original show, because when I got the script, I was touched, I identified with the character...with all the characters, not just mine. And I saw it as...to me it's not a role for a white guy or for a black guy, so that's why it was a pleasure to work on that role. And I wasn't...I didn't worry. I2: Thank you very much. A: And to add to that, we get along really well in real life, so... L: That's true, that's true. A: No, but from the start...in our group we don't pretend. We're really friends, we go out for drinks together after shoots, we're always going out together even outside of shooting. I2: For real? L: Even today. A: Even today we're all gonna get together. I think that's also what gives real strength...just like in Norway, I suppose, is that we're all friends. L: There's a real cohesion. I2: You've met them (the Norwegian cast), too,I think. A: Not all of us...The two of us didn't meet them, we weren't invited. L: We didn't see them, no, we weren't there. A: We're the losers.  L: Well, duh. A: No, we didn't meet them, but...in any case, just like in Norway, we're all friends and I think you can tell on screen. And it was crazy when it came to improv, because... L: We just had so much fun...sometimes too much. A: But at least it worked! L: Yeah, yeah. It was real. We weren't making that up. A: We're not pretending. I1: Just another question, for fans who don't know if they'll watch the show...what do you want to tell them to convince them to watch? I2: Yeah, since some don't want to... A: You wanna answer that, or...? L: We know you're going to watch. A: We all know it. To compare. And then you're gonna fall in love with our French version. L: And it's true that in France, we can complain about TV shows, we can complain especially about the shows about young people, firstly because there are none, or few, and the few that exist is...up for debate. And Skam is really...as you've seen, is totally different. It's really something that resonates with you. I think we're very close to the original version. A: And it speaks to young people, these are problems we all have. We've just finished high school. Everyone had a very different time in high school, but these problems have touched us all. L: We've all lived through those things.  A: And I think we can all identify with all the characters. Or at least anyone can identify more or less with the characters. And a TV show with such a concept, which transcends media platforms is just gonna be awesome. Really we had days when we would just shoot for social media, when we were followed by two people filming us with an Iphone. L: We pulled all sorts of crap... A: Yeah, all kinds of crap in all of Paris. I2: Was it a long time ago? When did you start filming? L: We began in October. Or November? A: October. L: Yeah, we started in October, we finished in December. I1: Last December? A: Yeah, just last December. Yeah no, it went really... L: It happened really quickly, really quickly. I2: And you did shoot two seasons? A: We shot two seasons, yeah. But in two months; we really had a crazy pace. I2: And if it's successful? A: If it's successful... I2: Will it continue? A: We'll see... I2: I hope no one is gonna leave, because in Norway some left after... A: No, no...Even in the first two seasons, there are scenes that were added, that weren't in the Norwegian version. I2: Ah, well that's good. A: So you should watch, just for that. L: It's not a "copy-pasted" version. A: Not at all. L: Really not. A: And uh...Voilà! Have a nice day. And happy new year! Fuck, we're still in January! L: It's the last day to wish a happy new year***. I1: Um...I think today's the 1st of February.

*Michel Fau is a French stage actor and director, he recently directed a production of Molière’s “Tartuffe” in Paris. Axel Auriant, who plays Lucas, has some stage experience, and I think he was just fanboying at that point.

**”Tu” is of course the informal French “you”, the interviewer was making sure he could use it when talking to Léo, but he was already using it when talking to Axel, so I assume he’d asked him before they started recording the interview.

***This might also be the case in other places in the world, but I’m not sure so I’m explaining it just in case: in France we reserve the whole month of January for New Year wishes. So if you see someone for the first time on January 31st, it’s still ok to wish them a happy new year, just as you can send New Year’s cards and messages until the last day of January. On the 1st of February, the time for wishes is officially over.

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