#i'm so happy to have found a not corrupted save of her T^T

[isamajor]

Corva Aemilius

[lizziee-olseen]

  First time

Wanda maximoff x fem reader

Word Count:2,061

Summary: When an old friend of your mother comes to visit you you don't like me at all but when you saw the beautiful red-haired woman those thoughts quickly disappeared

Warnings: Spanking, oral sex, rope ties, maybe corruption I don't know the truth tell me if I miss something :D

Note: English is not my mother tongue, so l apologize for any spelling mistake. It is also my first time publishing here so be kind I promise it will improve in the future T-T

You weren't happy when your mother told you that an old friend was going to stay with you, you appreciated the tranquility of the house since it was only the two of you and sometimes your other mother who came to visit you and who sometimes stayed for dinner if she stayed longer than expected but you were sure that she only did it to annoy your mother

You were an only child you didn't grow up with more children nearby if they weren't those at school, but you never invited them to your house since for you it was your sacred place, you didn't like them to invade those at the school that was yours

And it has been like that until your mother told you one day that her childhood friend was getting divorced and needed a place to clear her mind and relax, you were not nice at first you didn't want a stranger to live with you but after a few days you accepted it

You searched through your mother's things to find out who this supposed childhood friend was, it was not easy at first but after rummaging for a long time you found the old photos, without calculating that they were your age in the photo you smiled when you saw your mom hugging the woman, without a doubt you were impressed by her beauty, you wondered how it ended up divorced since the person undoubtedly must have been an idiot to leave a tremendous woman, after a while you put everything away and went to your room thinking about the woman Mysterious that she was going to move

The day came quickly, you saw the woman get out of a beautiful red car you laughed internally since it was almost the same as her hair, you came down from your room and went to say hello, your mother hugged her tightly and she also stayed a little behind waiting for their intimate moment to end, when they let go you saw how the woman stayed looking at you you felt a little uncomfortable since her gaze was intense and intimidating

"Oh honey, she's Wanda, the friend I told you was going to stay with us for a while," your mother commented happily as she brought you closer to greet Wanda

"When you leave" you didn't know why you had said, you didn't mean that, when you realized the words you had said you wanted to apologize immediately but the laughter he let out left you blank

"Wow, I see that you took out your other mother's attitude" you were frozen not knowing what to say fortunately your mother saved you

"Don't pay attention to her Wanda, and/it's a little difficult but I'm sure they'll get along amazing"

"I know we'll do it Agatha" Wanda says while winking at you quickly your cheeks blushed and the slight heating of this one bothered you

Both women laughed and went inside the house leaving you there alone processing what happened without a doubt it was going to be a difficult few months

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The first week flew by, you were careful you tried not to be in the same places as Wanda and it's not that you and your mother lived in a very big house they only had the first floor and on the second were the rooms next to the bathroom that was only yours but with Wanda here you have had to share it with her

The bathroom has been a big problem that right now you would like to just occupy the bathroom that Agatha has there in her room

Wanda has a big problem with not closing the lock when she bathes or occupies the first time you ran out slamming the door and the image of her silhouette that was shown on the screens was engraved in your head, at first you thought she was forgetful and that she was used to it since she was a married woman so you assumed that couples did not close the doors but then seeing her go out with her towel and wink you began to doubt that

The second time it happened it was worse since you were brushing your teeth and Wanda came in alone in a towel you were frozen not knowing what to do or say she just smiled at you and took off the towel leaving it in all its glory and then entered the shower, you quickly spit out the toothpaste and ran out to lock yourself in your room that day you didn't even go out to eat for your luck you always have sweets to eat

Since then you avoid Wanda as you can, you try to occupy your mother's bathroom just making an excuse that yours is being occupied with Wanda, it's time for dinner you invent a quick excuse saying that you are hungry just to go down when everyone is asleep and serve you a plate of food

In fact, right now you're warming up your food, it was already past 12:00, your mother was fast asleep and you assumed that Wanda too, I wish you had noticed the reddish monster that she wasn't happy with your attitude, I wish you hadn't gone down to eat that night

You decided to make yourself a dessert with apples so you were cutting one, you were so focused that you didn't notice the person who was surrounding you, until a body pushed you slightly into the kitchen cabinet

"That does a sweet thing cutting with a sharp knife" you were frozen not knowing what to do it took you a while to react

"I just want to eat apple" you spoke quickly Wanda denied and gently took the knife out of your hand

"You shouldn't do it alone, a delicate thing shouldn't have something so sharp in its hands" she began to cut while she still had you trapped against the furniture

"I'm not a little girl" you claimed a serious mistake from you and your big mouth

"I see that you still have that attitude, maybe I should punish you for being insolent with older people" Wanda laughed bitterly and then left the knife aside, you wondered what was going through the older woman's head but it didn't take you long to think since Wanda in a quick movement pulled down your pants leaving you alone in your pink panties baby

"Wanda, what are you doing?" you said while trying to get closer to your pants that were on your feet

"Shhh calm down just let me do what I have to do" she tried to calm you down but seeing that your hands just wanted to recover your pants she sighed "little one you leave me no choice but to tie you up"

Wanda waved her hand and a soft pink fabric appeared. She quickly tied your hands and legs leaving you motionless. Your heart was beating a thousand. You didn't know whether to scream for your mother to come down or just let the woman get away with it.

"Calm down I promise you'll like it, you just need to shut up or you would like your mother to see how her best friend gets away with her with her little daughter" you quickly shook your head the idea alone makes you vomit "I knew you were good at listening, now my question is how many spankings do you think is right for you" you stayed for a while thinking about an answer to give her

"Maybe 20 sounds good" she laughed her hands moved everywhere in your body

"If 20 sounds like a good number for your first punishment, count for me but not so strong little one we don't want your mother to discover us"

The first spanking was delicate it almost didn't hurt it was a soft blow you wondered if all the punishment was going to be that easy but how wrong you were, the next blows came more rudely you were almost sure it wasn't 20 spankings since after the 13th your mind only focused on how your ass started to hurt and how your pussy started to get wet

"Look what a dirty girl, I knew you weren't as innocent as you showed yourself" Wanda was fascinated with how red your ass was, she was only supposed to come to challenge you for eating so late but your little attitude that you gave her the first day was engraved in her mind, she had found her little doll to break and corrupt to her liking

Her trip was supposed to be only temporary she was going to enjoy her loneliness and learn to be alone, her divorce was not easy for Wanda in fact she didn't want to separate from him but things got complicated and she couldn't anymore

But you were refreshing, someone new full of innocence and purity you were the light that Wanda needed in this darkness and I didn't plan to miss this opportunity for any reason

"Look at your princess parts, I'm sure you feel uncomfortable down there" you didn't know if I had to answer but you did

"It feels sticky Wanda" she carefully lowered your panties without disturbing your reddish ass your pussy was dripping it was a divine image

She carefully brought a finger closer to your swollen clitoris you jumped a little because of her touch in your area but as fast as the movement was she moved away "tell me little one have you ever touched yourself down there"

"No, I've never done it" Wanda smiled to herself without realizing it, it only made Wanda's desire grow more in her and she wanted to make you hers forever

"Well then I'll be careful, I promise to take care of you" before putting her fingers on you she carefully untied the ties that tied you leaving you free, she grabbed you carefully making you lift your ass to leave your dripping pussy visible

Wanda thought to herself that it would be good for you, for your first time, without thinking much about things she bent down and ran her tongue through your folds you jumped at first because of the sensation but then without realizing it your hips grinded in her face

Wanda was delicate at first her movements had you hypnotized, she sucked your cloud gently and then did it again with force, you had to cover your mouth since you couldn't stand the noises

You could only hear the noises of Wanda eating you, her mouth was talented and her tongue had hypnotized you your cloud was fascinated with the circular movements that they were giving her without a doubt Wanda was a great expert in this

You felt a tingling in your stomach it was a delicious sensation until you thought you were going to urinate so you tried to move Wanda's face away from your pussy, she instead bit you something hard but not painful

"Wait Wanda, I think I'm going to pee" you tried to convince the woman to get out of there

"Don't worry, that's what it feels like to have an orgasm" Wanda reassured you, she went back to doing her thing until she guided one of her fingers and began to massage you

The tingling increased you tried to hold it a little but you couldn't, you had your first orgasm in your kitchen and it was delicious your body twisted because of the pleasure you were having, your flows increased Wanda quickly licked everything as if her life depended on her, when there was nothing left she walked away without kissing you there she went up your panties and then your pajama pants

She turned you delicately and kissed you, it was a slow and delicate kiss she guided you in everything since you didn't know how to kiss

"I knew you were a delight now go to your room and ah don't skip your meals again or I won't have to punish you again understood" you just nodded, you quickly ran out of there not without first giving Wanda a quick kiss and you went to your room thinking about what happened without a doubt it was a good idea that your mother had invited Wanda.

[demona-andariel]

Object of Obsession - 27 / 46

Fandom: Halloween

Pairing: Michael Myers x OFC

Summary: In Haddonfield everyone knows the legend that was Michael Myers. Content and at ease, they’d forgotten what it was to feel fear in the month of October. But now, he finds himself back and ready for blood but then a bond forms between him and one of his victims. A bond he can’t seem to break. And it starts to make him do things he never thought of doing before.

Warnings: (Encompassing the whole story in no particular order) kidnapping, noncon, explicit sexual content, smut, loss of virginity, rough sex, blood and violence, knifeplay, canon-typical violence

Author Note: Minors DNI!

Word Count: 3,816

Chapter 27 - The Storm

“Oh, baby.”

The headache worsened for a moment as her heartbeat picked up. Chills ran through her body. She shook her head.

“Brandon,” Gretchen whispered.

She raised her gaze and took a step back as her dead-would-have-been-lover walked out of the shadows. He was no longer the bloated dead creature who had haunted her a night prior. He looked like his normal handsome tall self, not as tall as Michael though. His curly dark-brown hair fell dangerously close to those piercing brown eyes, giving him the bad boy look she found attractive.

He gave her his best charming smile. The one that had made her swoon and nearly break her commitment to see her vision true so many times. Oh, things would have been so much different had he accepted her scars. He wasn’t wearing the clothes he’d died in. Instead, he was in jeans and a t-shirt that he had worn earlier that same day.

He looked normal, healthy, and handsome. If she didn't know that he was already dead, she would have assumed he was alive. But, instead of her heart thumping with happiness and joy. Instead of feeling love, she was afraid. He reached for her, but she took another step back.

"No," she said softly, shaking her head. Her efforts brought a little bit of pain, but she ignored it. "Go away, please."

“Come on, Gretch,” he said with a click of his tongue. “I’m sorry I scared you the other night. I was too harsh, too angry. You have to understand how all this affects me. How would you feel if you found your love in the arms of another, not even a day after you were murdered? In the arms of the man who murdered you?"

"Affects you? Not even a day? I wasn't willing then," she said.

He laughed and rolled his eyes. "Weren't willing? He barely touched you and you started creaming on his fingers. I heard you begging for his cock. Now you're thinking about playing house with him? Can you blame a guy for getting angry?”

Her back hit the wall as he advanced on her. She pressed her palms to her head as her headache seemed to get worse.

"You're dead," she whispered. "Please, move on." He stopped in front of her.

"Oh, baby," he said softly. "He's corrupted you. You've always been so pure. Saving yourself for your right moment and then he took that away from you. Don't you see? He's the bad guy here. You wanted me, not him."

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his hand move up as if he were trying to brush her cheek.

“Brandon,” she whispered. “I’m dealing with enough right now.” Her headache settled into a consistent pain but was more manageable. She didn't want to deal with that and him. Were they connected? In a way, but not completely. She had a feeling that he made things worse.

Brandon’s face changed ever so slightly into annoyance. “Dealing with enough?” he asked. "I'm sorry, love. Is my ghost an inconvenience for you? Because my death was an inconvenience for me."

She forced herself to look up at him.

“I didn't want you to die, Brandon," she said firmly. "But you did. And I'm alive. I'm sure that's hard for you, but-" She paused. "We didn't really know each other. I forced our connection. But neither you nor I really tried to get to know each other. I'm sorry."

"Forced our connection?" he asked. "Oh, love." He shook his head. "I know more about you than you realize. We were meant to be. You felt it. I felt it. You came here for me."

Or, fate used you so that I could meet Michael.

His face twisted into a rage. He slammed his hand on the wall next to her. “Don't even think about it, Gretchen!" he snarled. "Always mine. Never his."

Her headache sharpened, making her cringe and close her eyes. "Stop. Leave me alone. Go away!” Her voice grew louder, sharper, and more demanding with each word.

For the briefest of moments, her headache dulled into a light throb, and his image distorted. He looked at his hand in surprise and alarm then back at her.

Her legs collapsed from under her, forcing her to drop to the ground. He crouched.

"Babe," he said softly, there was concern in his voice. "Emotions are hard to control in this state. I'm here to help you. Help you move on."

"I'm not dead. I don't have to move on," she stated, looking up at him. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying here."

He gave her a sad smile and let out a sigh as if he were breathing. She jerked back as he tried to touch her face. "You think I'm your enemy, but I'm not. I understand you're confused. He's always been good at that. He keeps trying to take you away from me. I won't let him corrupt you. I'll be here to help you." He paused then leaned in, dropping his voice to almost a whisper. “We are soulmates after all.”

The word momentarily paralyzed her. “I-" she paused, slowly looking up at him. "I never said that to you,” she said. She couldn't trust him with the fact she saw the future. She sure as hell didn't trust him enough to call him her soulmate.

It wasn't true anyway.

He leaned in, his lips dangerously close to hers. Pressing against the wall, she pushed herself up. Managing to scramble onto her feet, she rushed out of her room.

"Michael!" she cried out. She had to get out of the house. She had to get away. Outside!

She only managed to take two quick steps down the stairs before she stumbled and half slid down the rest. The muscles in her right arm strained and pulled as she used it to grab the railing to stop herself from completely falling down. It only helped a little. She still lost her footing the moment she hit the ground floor and slammed her knees onto the hardwood. The pain shot through her whole body. Get up! Move! She scrambled to get back on her feet, but they slipped on the ground, making her fall again.

She moaned in pain and looked down to see what had made her slip. “What?” she cried out in surprise, scooting back. The floor was stained with fresh blood. Her eyes followed the blood. It was smeared on the wall, and she could make out a handprint. Hers? But the majority of the blood led towards the basement.

Movement caught her attention out of the corner of her eyes. Brandon was slowly walking down the stairs, chuckling.

“You can’t escape me, love.”

She had to get out of the house, away from him. Fresh air! Clear your mind! The pain in her head worsened, making her bend over for a moment.

Brandon’s feet landed on the ground floor. She couldn’t speak, she couldn’t scream. It was difficult enough to see and move. Somewhere, deep down, she found the energy she needed. Scrambling to her feet again, she slipped and stumbled but ran to the front door. She had to get out of the house, somewhere safe.

"Open!" It was stupid. Demanding that a door open for her, but it swung open. She didn't stop, didn't think. She barely registered the little porch stairs, practically skipping them. Hitting the cold ground with her bare feet, she took off. The forest was getting close, she could make it through and-

Glancing to her left, she spotted a familiar face, making her stop in her tracks.

“Nathan?” she asked.

The painful twist of her arm, caused the image of her cousin to fade away. To her relief, the headache mercifully lessened. Her calm only lasted a moment though till she looked up at Michael. He was wearing his mask, his eyes blazed with a fury down at her. His grip tightened painfully on her arm.

“Michael, wait,” she cried out, struggling to get away from him.

He didn’t wait. Turning away from her, he dragged her back towards the house.

“Stop! Please,” she begged, pulling back, but it was no use. She wasn’t as strong as he was. I can't hurt him. She tripped and fell. Michael started to drag her, but then picked her up and hoisted her over his shoulder.

“Michael. Don't take me back there!" she begged. One hand dug into his back while she reached the other one out as if that would help her escape.

He walked back in and kept moving. Her body hurt and it was difficult to breathe as she sobbed. What was he going to do? She couldn't even imagine what his plans were. Then again thinking was hard. Reaching the stairs, he switched directions.

"No!”

His destination was clear. He was taking her to the basement. His grip tightened as she started to fight him.

“Michael, let me!” she wanted to explain, but her brain couldn’t form the right sentences. She was confused, she was frightened, and she was in pain.

The basement was large, cold, and dark. For a brief moment, she saw a pool of blood at the bottom of the stairs. She'd seen that before. The time she asked him about the basement and he opened the door for her. Michael headed to the only room. He opened the door and without much effort, tossed her inside.

She hit the ground with a loud slap.

“Michael, wait!” she begged, scrambling to her feet. But he was fast, slamming the door behind him. She heard the distinct click of the lock.

“No! Michael. Please!” she shrieked, banging on the door. “Michael! Let me explain!” The sound of the basement door slamming made her cry out and lean her head against the door.

Tears flowed down her eyes as she sobbed. The headache returned, stronger than before. Her whole body felt hot, while her brain felt as if pins and needles were jabbing at it.

“Michael,” she whimpered, clawing at the door. Her energy was nearly depleted. She wasn't sure how much more she could take. She should have told Michael. Should have told him that she was being haunted by the man he killed.

A hand brushed her cheek and she whirled away. Brandon just smiled, leaning against the wall near her. “And this, baby," he said. His eyes sparkled with glee. "Is where he always fucks up. He always leaves you when you need him most. And I'm always here to help."

"Please, stop," she whimpered.

"I'm not doing anything," he said, holding his hands up in the air. He took a step back.

She glared up at him, making him chuckle and shrug his shoulders.

"Okay, maybe I'm not helping the situation," he said. "But this is mainly all you, babe. Unfortunately, you don't have what it takes. You never do. Your brain can't handle it."

As if to prove his point, her headache intensified. She moaned, dropping to her knees. The cool concrete ground felt good against her hot skin. "What is happening?"

She felt him move closer to her. "Fate," he said. "Like I said, you were meant to die that day."

She shook her head. "No," she said, the headache lessened to a dull throb, much to her relief. It kept coming and going. A battle within herself. "I don't think I was." She raised her gaze to glare at him.

"Don't look at me like that, baby," he said, clicking his tongue and shaking his head. "I'm the one who loves you. Not him. Do you really think a killer could ever love you? Ever care? You’re deluding yourself, Gretchen. It’s just about sex with him. He'll never be the partner you need. The one who will hold you when you're in pain. The one who will take care of you. I mean, look at where you're at. All he's interested is in your cunt.” He barked out a laugh, shaking his head. “Idiot has no idea,” he mused to himself.

Gretchen crawled away from him, away from the door. Her body tingled and zapped. Wiping her eyes and nose, she gritted her teeth. Annoyed with herself for crying in front of him. "Why are you tormenting me?"

“Oh, babe,” he said soothingly. “I'm trying to help you. I've been trying to help you. I'm here to take care of you. I've loved you from the moment we met. Hell, I was patient with you. Faithful, unlike you.”

“You died,” she said firmly, shaking her head. She hit the cold wall and pressed against it.

Brandon chuckled as he moved closer to her. “Do you know how hard it was to wait to fuck you? How many girls threw themselves at my feet? How many times I had to say no because you were my one? And that was even after I found out you couldn't get pregnant."

Her eyes widened as she looked up at him. "I never told you," she whispered.

"What do you think he'll do when he finds out?" Brandon asked as he looked up at the ceiling. "When he finds out that he can't get you pregnant. Think he'll keep you?"

Her jaw trembled.

"If you think he doesn't want children you're a fool. We all want children. Spawn to continue our line when we're gone. Fuck, Gretchen. I still wanted to be with you, marry you, despite knowing that we could never have children together."

She looked away, his words stung. She had broached the subject the night before with Michael. She needed to know. Needed to know if he was intent on getting her pregnant. The panic in his eyes when she asked put her somewhat at ease. But, did Michael want kids? She rubbed one hand along her scars. She kept bringing up the fact she was in the hospital for a long time, made sure to mention multiple surgeries. Just in case. A part of her hoping that he'd get a clue. Figure out why she didn't fight him when he came in her. Although, she never told Brandon any of that. Not once.

She shook her head, not wanting to hear Brandon anymore. There was a lot to process. Too much to process. It explained why he looked at them the way he did. But, how the fuck did he know? "Leave me alone," she said. How the fuck did he know so much about her? His ghost was making it seem like he'd known all along. That wasn't possible. Their meeting online was just a coincidence. She didn't even know he was the one in her vision until a couple of months after they started developing their relationship online.

Brandon ran his fingers through his hair. "Do you really want to die alone, Gretch?" he asked. "Because your killer isn't coming back on time. You're too weak now, love. Can't you feel it? You are dying."

She didn't answer, pressing her body against the wall for a moment, letting the coldness soak into her skin. Did she? Was she? Her whole body felt as if it were on fire. But, she wasn't sure she was dying. "Why do you keep saying that?"

She could feel his gaze on her. "Because it's getting worse, Gretchen. Aren't your visions already colliding? Aren't you feeling like your head is about to explode?" He crouched nearby, extending his hand to her. "It's okay to give up. It's okay to let go, love. I'm here to guide you."

Was she? She was in pain. But it kept coming and going, flowing through her in little waves. It felt as if her body was trying to figure things out. But head exploding pain? Not really. Only when he got too close to her. She slowly raised her eyes, breathing deeply. "No," she whispered, shaking her head. "Not this time."

"Not this time?" he asked. "Baby, you-" The knowing smile left his face as he looked at her. His eyes moved rapidly as if searching her body for an answer. "Huh." He stood up.

To her relief, the cool wall helped regulate the heat that coursed through her body. Movement caught her attention.

"Michael. Michael!" she cried out as she scrambled to her feet. He was still wearing his mask. "I know you're mad but-" She went through his body and his image disappeared.

"Told you," Brandon said softly.

Her shoulders slumped and her eyes looked down at the floor. A future event? But how far away? Red caught her attention. She let out a loud gasp and looked around.

"What do you see?" Brandon asked.

"Blood," she whispered. "So much blood." When she looked up, she immediately dropped to the ground. Brandon was standing too close to her for comfort. Her body jolted with pain from her fall.

"Is that how you want to die?" he asked, holding out his hand. "Michael slowly and painfully killing you? All you have to do is take my hand and it'll be over. Quick, easy, painless."

Painless. She looked around the room. It kept shifting in little ways. Sometimes she'd see the blood. Two figures moved statically. One tall, a man, and the other smaller. Her. It looked like they were fighting.

Shut up. Shut up. The words softly echoed in her mind. She shook her head to clear it. It didn't stop though. More whispers, more voices, Michael appeared again, same movements as he walked to the middle of the room before disappearing. Her senses were starting to overwhelm her as various emotions battled within her, working together with the pain.

She looked up at Brandon who still had his hand held out to her. She was alone. She was scared. The pain wasn't stopping, despite being manageable. Was he right? Was Michael going to come back and finally end her? Her heart twisted at the thought. Betrayal. Why did she feel as if him killing her would betray her? He was a killer after all. Didn't she expect him to kill her eventually? Once he was done with her?

No.

But, he was angry. What if she broke that spell between them? Did she want a slow death?

Her arms tensed and she slowly raised one. His face lightened. He'd won.

"Michael." The memory of her own lust-filled voice, of her body being pinned against a wall as Michael fucked her came to mind. The first vision she got in the house. The one she didn't want to happen then, but had been looking forward to it now. It hadn't happened yet.

Brandon's face twitched slightly as she lowered her hand. "Love?" he asked.

She was alone, for now. But, he would come back. She'd be able to explain everything to him, make him understand so that he wouldn't try and kill her. The other night, when Brandon had haunted her, Michael had calmed her down. He didn't have to. He could have just let her lay there terrified. He could have just left the bed. But he placed his hand on her chest to calm her. He put himself between her and in his point of view nothing. He didn't leave till he was sure she was more relaxed. And he'd stayed when she asked him to. He stayed the whole day, bored out of his mind undoubtedly, but he stayed. He had hurt her, but other than the first attack, the other things he did, they felt different.

Her mind recalled the feeling of his hands on her. His lips against her skin. The way he made sure to pay attention to her scars. The one thing he could have made her feel shitty about. He had no obligation to make her feel good. Her heart fluttered. The way he touched them last night when she sat up. So casual. Almost like a soft reminder that he liked them.

"You hated my scars," she stated.

He leaned back. "Don't you?" he asked. "Don't you hate the memory of them?"

She shook her head. "No. I accepted them. They stopped bothering me a while ago. He likes them. He doesn't shy away."

Brandon's face darkened. "So you fuck a killer? Would rather be with a killer because he likes your scars?"

She glared at him. "He likes my body the way it is."

"Of course, he does. He probably sees your body as damaged. Easy to make a few scars of his own to join those already marking your skin. Hasn't he done that already? Bet he'd get off on the memory of how you got them." Brandon rubbed the back of his neck for a moment, letting out a frustrated sound. "Baby-"

"Stop calling me that," she interrupted, feeling stronger with every word. "I'm not your baby. You're dead. And even if you weren't, we're done. I don't know what I ever fucking saw in you. Go away!"

He didn't move, his eyes held an anger in them before he blinked it away. He switched his countenance again, looking sadder. He crouched to be more on her level. "I hated them for you." His mouth quirked into a small smile. "Babe," he added.

She glared at him as she stood up. She was done being scared of him. He was wrong. Why did she ever think things were right with them? It really wasn't him we were after.

"Fuck off, Brandon," she snapped. "It's bullshit that you hated them for me. You never asked me how I felt. Your reaction was immediate. I remember. The way you made me feel. The constant hints on trying to get them covered up so you wouldn't have to see them. You hated touching them. You didn't want anyone to see. Michael is a lot of things, yes bad things. But he never once made me feel like shit about them."

He clicked his tongue. "I hated them because you didn't deserve to go through what you did." A small knowing smile crossed his lips. "After all, what kind of parents would do that to their child?"

"Wha-"

His image flickered for a moment before he was right in front of her. "I don't want to hurt you, babe," he said.

Pain shot through her body again at his words, causing her to drop to her knees. She gasped for breath and tried to calm her beating heart. She felt his hand press against her back.

"I really am sorry, babe," he whispered. "I tried to go about this the nice way. But you're my soulmate, not his. Can't have him taking you away from me again."

The pain was worse than the other day. Her blood felt as if it were lava, her head felt as if needles were being jabbed in. The scars along her body burned as she felt as if her body was recalling each instant of pain they'd inflicted when she got them. She felt as if she were on fire. She pressed her hands on her head and shrieked. She could feel the tears running down her eyes. Whatever was happening to her, Brandon was somehow amplifying it. And she had no idea how to stop him. Images of past, present, and future seemed to clash together into one giant mess in her brain. All sorts of voices talked, screamed, and whispered around her.

Her brain was breaking.

Chapter 28 - Madness

[littlemelonberry]

obsession

this one's got some much darker themes than i'm used to posting ^.^" enjoy!

the angel paced up and down the halls, always busy, always moving. that was his nature - diligent and humble and tempered. he took only what he needed to stay alive, no more and no less. he lived alone, in a big estate in the fores,t surrounded by the jackalope he had bred into existence. he had not expected that artificial insemination would yield any true results, but here they were - the very image of his dear son.

well, not his son. his daughter's lover. but that was all the same, wasn't it? he had loved the boy as his own flesh and blood, nevermind the demonic blood in him. he made the angel's daughter happy after her innocence was ripped from her - that was all the angel needed to know about the boy. he was good-hearted enough to make Dear Ellie love him.

and he would find a way to save the boy, no matter what. no matter how long it took. those fiends in the city had done something to him, had corrupted him. he no longer sat with Dear Ellie to watch the sunrise, he no longer walked with her along the streets and forest paths and the places they both knew together.

no, the boy was a frightened, irritable mess. the Angel took one of his rabbits in his arms, and resisted the urge to bless it. to bless it might purify it's soul - and he needed it black as evil to learn anything from it. he placed the animal on the table, lined up it's neck with the vial, and cut out it's soul. inky, viscous, and ever-so-faintly shimmering, the Angel was very careful not to upset the thing. he was so powerful, so overwhelmingly bright - he could destroy it in an instant.

he added to it, in the vial, some souldust. it was a shimmery thing - and it built the foundation for souls. demons carried so much of the stuff their entire bodies were made of it. if he could somehow get the Boy's soul to accept it, then maybe...maybe...

he transferred it to another rabbit. the poor thing had lost it's mate days earlier, and this morning he had found it dead. grieved itself, it seemed. that reminded him of the Boy too. the Angel wondered, a moment, if the Boy was afraid of him. but the Angel was no angry - it was not the Boy's fault that Dear Ellie was gone. it was the fault of those heathens in the city. unclean vermin of the streets. the Boy would never harm Dear Ellie. he was not himself. Dear Ellie would still be in his arms if not for-

he focused himself, placing the Soul into the dead rabbit. it was uninjured, and it hadn't quite starved. it would be in poor health, but perhaps this one would survive. at least long enough for him to learn something.

it twitched and jolted and whined, but it did eventually come to stillness. it looked at up him. he held up two fingers, and gave it a command.

"wheel" and the rabbit did a backflip, landing clumsily on it's side. the Angel chuckled as he picked it up and cradled it gently in his arms. he looked into it's eyes - hollow and empty, as a non-sentient being should be. there was light, too - glittery and shimmery with the added souldust. good.

he carried it out of the room, and listened for the Boy. he heard him rampaging down the corridors of the west wing. he must have another migraine. the Angel carried the rabbit in his hands, held tight so that it could not escape. he found the Boy, clawing at Dear Ellie's room. it made his heart sink.

Dear Ellie no longer lived in that room. His Ellie no longer lived anywhere.

The rabbit squeaked, and the Boy turned to face the Angel. he admitted - there was fear in the way the gaze made him feel. like prey, like a hunt. like a game. but the Angel simply set down the rabbit, and let it run a little too close to the Boy.

the Boy grabbed in in his hands, his jaws. the Angel watched the Boy rip it apart, tear it asunder, in teeth that were barely more than smoke. the Boy shimmered, for a moment. but it was not enough.

the Boy looked at him, for a moment, with clarity. anguish and agony and confusion and desperation laced his eyes, glowing a sickly yellow in the darkness of his own form. as if to ask "why? why am i still alive?"

the Angel had tried to put him down, of course. had tried to put his son out of his misery. but it was in vain. whatever those heretics had done to him, it broke his soul. he could return home, he could not be destroyed. he came back, and each time he came back more fragmented, more ruined.

i will fix you, promised the Angel. i will put you back together again.

[lets-curse-each-other]

"Money doesn't stink", or analysis of Mei Mei

Mei Mei's second name is "paradox". Almost every scene with her is a mixture of socially accused features and humanly approved virtues. We're getting acquainted with her during the Goodwill Event with Kyoto and our character perception changes within a few seconds:

she praises Maki - positive attitude:

she is actually corrupted - negative attitude:

The "simplicity" of Mei's aims and reasons could seem so petty 'cause they don't inspire, don't raise moral or aren't dramatic after all. She loves money, she works for it and does extra tasks only if she's well paid - nothing more. Similar situation was with Nobara:

I didn't like living in the middle of nowhere so I came to the city! This was the only way for me to move to Tokyo.

In ch. 5 Itadori represents the readers; he awaits to hear about tragic circumstances and grand higher purposes and gets ordinary wishes, human desires. "I'm not a hero, I'm a jujutsu sorcerer", remember? Gege is perhaps mocking (with respect of course) at the great anime titles (you know these guys, Naruto, Bleach, etc.) where the majority of characters are pompous in their achieving goals, usually these goals have dark and tear-jerking bases. It's not very human actually. I don't attempt to say that people in reality can't possess noble motives, however usually (USUALLY!) we're striving for common, necessary (or not), nice trinkets, not for "I WILL SAVE ALL THE PEOPLE BECAUSE I'M THE AMBASSADOR OF THE GOOD". Let's be honest, as well as we, Mei is just a human who is happy as fuck when sees her bank account has been replenished.

Nevertheless, she later helps the students with promotion by her (!) initiative. Mei doesn't take advantage from it, she's just admitted their skills without any prejudices and does them a favor. It could be the action of kindness or pragmatism because it's better for the sorcerers to accomplish missions according to their abilities and not stay on the plateau. Perhaps there was a possibility that Mei felt some kind of solidarity to Maki because their sorcery paths were alike, in a way. However, let's not forget her dogma: service potential is life itself for me. So for her courtesy she probably would expect from Maki reciprocal benefits.

She, surprisingly, isn't arrogant. Mei easily accepts others' suggestions (like with Utahime in Gojo's flashbacks), positively reacts to different plans and ideas, admits achievements and pays compliments:

"The Shibuya Incident" also shows Mei's contradictory character. We're getting used to her practical interests (even in her own family) and view on life as the goldmine of possibilities to get profit from everything and everybody, that observing such sincere empathy of her is really beyond our understanding. It's suspicious and confusing. Nice of Gege to not focus on one bright trait but to extend the personality further. That method helps readers always be a little bit shocked when there's this kind of a sharp transition: from "interested only in money venal person" to "caring, attentive and trustworthy fellow".

As far as concerned her past, Mei is likely from some minor jujutsu clan if taking into account the info from databook that the enrollment method was family lineage and Ui Ui's words about her "using family for employment". Howbeit, she inherited the cursed technique too weak to use alone, that forced her to train her physical abilities and develope skills of enhancing the body with cursed energy. Unfortunately (or luckily), she faced obstacles again: her body had a limit. She found strength to get back to basics, to her worthless at first sight inherited technique. Ironically, the thing that was useless at the beginning helped her to become a grade 1 sorcerer. It is necessary to admit how her highlight, main attack, reflects her life mottos in the best way. Are you ready to imperil yourself for me? Could i gain benefits from your sacrifice? Is your life able to help me in my aims?

Here there is a gist of her sympathy to Maki during the Goodwill Event. She realized how much effort, stubbornness Maki put into her achieving such excellent results without cursed techniques, not talking about mockeries and disrespect that the girl has to endure. In this aspect they are similar.

While on the subject of family and the Goodwill Event, I've been rereading ch. 40 (Mei's first appearance) several times and only now, as an afflatus, i realize that she could mean the connections between relatives/family traditions and its members. For her these formal bounds don't make sense at all. Everything should have its value, everything has a price. The idea is hard-nosed and unsentimental, but, you know, i like it in some way. I think you're familiar with a situation when you're obliged to do something for people just because these people are called your relatives. Mei's credo denies it. No profit, hence no efforts. Fair.

The battle between her and Kenjaku remained behind the scenes. And next time we see Mei (ch.133), her "betrayal" is obvious. I'm using quotation marks because, honestly, she acted logically, didn't change her businesslike habits. Mei Mei and her brother somehow could escape from Kenjaku, survived, and she immediately calculated the situation, grasped the outcomes of the Shibuya Incident and its winner and took the steps. Mei left the battlefield and her comrades fighting, but she and Ui Ui stayed alive. Therewith, her predicting the final, Mei saw no point in endeavors that would put her and her brother on the line.

Despite this, Mei does not avoid tragic consequences, in chapter 190 it is said that Ui Ui (most likely by the order of the elder sister) helps sorcerers in the colonies. I like how Noritoshi describes this type of relationship between Mei and the jujutsu society:

Risk diversification is the process of investing across a range of industries and categories. This ensures that even if some assets perform poorly, other areas can completely or in part cover the loss (source).

Diversification of risk is, therefore, a tactic to balance between maximising returns and minimising risks (source).

The siblings don't be in a hurry to jump into the deep end, despite the fact how tensed the situation is. They keep the distance, carefully help from comfortable positions, contribute gradually and cautiously. They will venture only when the game is worth the candle. Having such controversial characters on the side of good adds this very side more human features and realness. So I'm looking forward to see these guys' next actions.

[inukag-archive]

Do you have any spare yakuza au to suggest? I'm craving some criminal inuyasha and good girl kagome... Thanks💖

Hello, Anon! We do have a stack of Yakuza fics for you, and we took the liberty of splitting this list into two sections: Yakuza/Organised Crime. Unfortunately, there aren't a whole lot of Yakuza-centric fics that feature InuKag as the main pairing that are complete/ongoing. To rectify that, we took your bad-boy/good-girl stipulation and found some fics we think you'll love. Happy reading! 💓

[Yakuza AU]

Everyone feared him, except for one person. Not being able to resist the challenge her intelligence rained on him, Inuyasha kept her in his gang for the sake of his sanity. Kagome was just a rich girl he plucked off the street to anger Fluffy, right?

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The Bosses Daughter by darkiceone (M)

She ran away from home knowing that it was her only way out of a bloody life. After three years of being gone, she is forced back to that life, back to the yakuza life. In order to protect those she loves she will give up control of her life again to do so.

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Love’s Smirking Revenge by Langus (M)

Inuyasha Takahashi is a seasoned detective heading the most publicized Yakuza murder investigation of the year. Kagome Higurashi is a journalist who likes a good mystery. When the two clash over the investigation will sparks fly or will they get burned?

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More Than Words by @mamabearcat (E)

Inuyasha had made a new life for himself in Australia, far from his humble beginnings in Nishinari, Osaka. It was almost like he was a brand new person - as far as anyone knew, he was just a humble barista who made damn good coffee, and that's how it was going to stay. Kagome led a busy life, committed to her career as a Tender Coordinator in an NGO. She barely had time for herself, let alone getting out to meet someone. Sometimes she wondered if it was only the caffeine that kept her going.

Kagome loves coffee. Inuyasha is a barista. Sounds like a match made in heaven right? Only she speaks very little Japanese, and he’s just beginning to learn English and trying to make a new life for himself without the dangerous complications of his past. It’ll take a little work, but love is more than words.

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Bad Company by @britonell (T)

AU, OneShot: She knew she would never get her Prince Charming, but she never wanted the son of a Yakuza Boss. Too bad.

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The Walk Home by @fawn-eyed-girl (E)

Inuyasha is a reformed bad boy with a heart of gold. Kagome is a girl who keeps up a perfect image by day, and is a party girl by night. One night, Inuyasha saves Kagome from a potentially dangerous situation.

He realizes that he can’t leave her side; will she eventually realize that she likes having him there?

[Organised Crime]

Turn of Events by Bear5 (M)

Everyone feared him, except for one person. Not being able to resist the challenge her intelligence rained on him, Inuyasha kept her in his gang for the sake of his sanity. Kagome was just a rich girl he plucked off the street to anger Fluffy, right?

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Sleeping with the Mob by LunaChick (X)

'"I can't afford to live without the loan. What Naraku wants, isn't money!" Kagome protested, hoping he would get the hint. A momentary look of displeasure crossed his face, before he smirked and replied, "What I want isn't money either." His golden eyes shown with a devilish glint.'

Three one-shots following this thread.

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Lead Me Down the Garden Path by princesspvmpernickel (M)

Fear of unemployment made Kagome accept the first job offered: a job introducing her to infamous celebrity, Inuyasha Taisho. As the two get closer, she learns of dark secrets and a global scandal that make her question herself, her feelings, and Inuyasha. She didn't intend to get caught up in the violence and corruption of Inuyasha's past. She also didn't intend to fall in love.

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The Delinquent Boyfriend by @artistefish (M)

Kagome knew she shouldn't be dating a 'bad boy'; between the bloody street-fights and the jealous tantrums, she supposed her friends were right to be concerned. But he'd shown her the world was nothing like she thought, and that labels never really fit.

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The Militia by @senie-old-blog (M)

The Higurashi's started a rebellion to take down Governor Naraku and his bigoted agenda to separate youkai and humans. When they were murdered in cold blood, Kagome vowed to find the man who did it and get justice. She's trained twenty years for this and the only thing standing in her way now is the Captain of the 'The Militia'.

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Club Shikon by Tsuki-no-oni (T)

As Kagome tries to make the best out of her life away from home, Inuyasha tries his best to survive as leader of a powerful gang in the big city. sometimes, love takes lives...

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Delicate by @akitokihojo (T)

To trust someone, to let them in, what an unsettling ordeal. Kagome is easy and safe, and Inuyasha is difficult and guarded. She can put him at ease with a smile, simultaneously setting him on edge. It was nothing until it was something, creating absolute chaos and uncertainty within the both of them.

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Million Dollar Man by @inussunflower (E)

Inuyasha is a troubled UFC fighter, who has quickly found comfort in the lap of luxury. However, his temper had landed him in trouble numerous times already in his short career. Lately, his publicist Miroku has had enough of his self-destructive ways. Exasperated, Miroku has decided it's best for Inuyasha to enter a public relationship, in an attempt to soften his public image. Enter Kagome Higurashi, a barista who works at a cafe a few blocks away from Inuyasha's flashy Manhattan apartment. Tempers and frustrations fly as Kagome and Inuyasha struggle in adjusting to a loveless relationship, but will time change that?

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The Inugami by LoneStorm (T)

When Kagome Higurashi moved to the bad side of Chicago to help with her grandfather’s restaurant, she expected chaos. Being thrown into a fake gang, caught in the middle of a drug war and grudge that stretches centuries back in time, befriending a grumpy half demon along with a ragtag bunch of three other misfits… wasn’t exactly what she had in mind. High school AU. Inukag.

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Love and War by Jinxx (M)

Inuyasha the leader of the notorious gang the Dogs falls for Kagome when she is mistaken for Kikyo in a gang war. He has a tough time keeping this young beauty safe but he has an even tougher time keeping his heart safe from her.

Sequel: Resurrection Remixed (M)

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Human Compensation by LianaLyn (M)

Kagome is excited about her new job as a personal assistant to the hanyou, Inuyasha, but soon her simple life turns deadly when she discovers she's working for the mob. Can Inuyasha protect the innocent girl from his twisted and dangerous life?

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Leverage by @witchygirl99 (E)

Kagome lowers her gun.

“Motherfucker,” Inuyasha hisses, glaring first at her and then at the dead body by her feet. “That was my goddamn kill. Again.”

That’s rich, coming from him. Kagome stares him dead in the eyes before shooting two more bullets into the chest of the target.

Everyone has a soulmate. Everyone has a soul mark to identify them with. For an assassin like Kagome, this form of leverage will leave nothing but blood.

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The Story by Le-Tourbillon (M)

A destitute Kagome is struck by fate when she's adopted into the Inu-Taisho family. Struggling to find the meaning behind her fortune, Kagome discovers feelings for Inuyasha along the way. Sadly, it all comes to a crashing halt when someone abducts her with the intent of never letting go. Romance and Drama surround the two as they fight tooth and nail with, and for, each other.

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Anew by Pie_Master (E)

Kagome Higurashi lived a life that she loved, but she didn't know it was a lie. Her best friend Sango always lived the truth but knowing the things her best friend was capable of she never wanted her to be apart of it. A simple event was thought to be left good until Kagome runs into a person that pushes her through the looking glass. Demons exists? Yes, they do Kagome.

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Just My Luck by banxbadxkarma (T)

Kagome was a small town girl from the back end of nowhere until one day her mom was offered an amazing job in the middle of Tokyo. Now the small town Kagome must move and adapt to a life of gangs run by incredibly hot leaders and a high school with more people in it then her old town! Yea life is going to be interesting...

[danurso]

(Im not the hugest fan of rule 63 characters like leia ren, carla winchester or sunny wukong, but for some reason mercuria hit me in a soft spot {no, not that soft spot you pervs (≖_≖ )} and i really liked some stuff between her and jaune, and so she's from now on a part of jaune's massive harem here in my blog, and this will be her first appearance, although i want to make something later just for her)

*CEM(N), JNPR and RWBY are out in a forest for a field mission*

Emerald: ugh...i can’t believe it's finally over. If i ever see those kids again i’ll either kill myself or kill them.

Mercuria: then you better let your testament ready, we still have to take a trip back to beacon with them, have you forgot?

Emerald: *head falls in depression*

Cinder: focus, we can’t let anyone notice us before our plan is complete, and if that means that we’ll need to be friendly with those eight then we’ll have to bear it for now.

Emerald: i know, it's just...how can they be so happy all the time?

Mercuria: *with a grin* dunno, how can you be so annoying all the time?

Emerald: shut up mercuria! I'm not in the mood for that!

Mercuria: come and make me.

Emerald: you...

Cinder: if you two don’t stop right now, i’ll get rid of both. *flares the flame in her right eye*

Emerald: r-right, im sorry.

Mercuria: sorry.

Cinder: *sighs* forget about it, just stop bickering.

Emerald: y-yes ma’am.

Cinder: it won’t take long until we reach the meeting point, don’t drop your facade, no matter how unbearable they are.

Emerald: *sighs* yes ma’am.

Mercuria: well...not all of them are unbearable, that blondie is kinda cute.

Emerald: arc? Of course you would like him.

Mercuria: i don't like him, he’s too much of a spineless coward for my liking, we all studied he and his team, we know how innocent and pure he is, i just think i could have some fun teasing him.

Emerald: *rolling her eyes* it had to be.

Mercuria: come on, you saw how he blushed when i showed a little bit of cleavage back on the ship, i wonder what other faces he can do.

Emerald: you’re not going to start are you?

Mercuria: for real now emmy, are you going to say that he doesn’t interest you in any way?

Emerald: physically speaking, he seems decent enough, everything else is just uninteresting, he’s too much of a goody two shoes for me, if he had at least one evil bone in his body i could have some interest, but since he doesn’t i’m not interested.

Mercuria: what about you boss? What do you think about arc?

Cinder: just like emerald said, he’s physically decent enough, but everything else about him is just uninteresting. he’s stupid, coward, weak and sickeningly kind, i could never have interest in someone like him.

Mercuria: thought so.

Emerald: you’re not really planning to get involved with arc are you? You know we have our own plans to focus right?

Mercuria: nah, i was just thinking it could be fun to tease him. If i ever get interested in a boy he would need to be cruel, dominant, sadistic and merciless, he would basically need to be arc’s direct opposite.

Emerald: that does sounds more like your kind of man.

Mercuria: not only my kind, i know you two have the same taste for men as i do.

Emerald: mens like this don’t exist. They are either corrupted cowards or completely insane psychos, a man who can be both good looking, strong and cruel to the right degree is probably rarer than a maiden.

Cinder: and that's why you should stop talking about mens and start thinking more about our plans, it's not like any of us will ever find someone like this.

Mercuria: well, i can dream can’t i?

Emerald: dream later, we arrived. *walks inside a clearing to see all members of team RWBY injured on the ground*

Cinder: *with a fake concerned tone* what happened? Are you okay?

Yang: *coughs weakly* a group of five mercenaries showed up out of nowhere and sent a barrage of explosives in our direction.

Pyrrha: we heard the explosions and found them like this.

Ren: apparently they were fighting the mercenaries before we got there.

Nora: we managed to pick them up and run away, but jaune stayed back to hold them.

Emerald: where is he now?

Pyrrha: we don’t know exactly, somewhere towards north.

Cinder: we’re going after him, don’t worry. *bolts away*

*a few minutes later*

Mercuria: you think he’s still alive?

Emerald: he’s facing five mercenaries on his own, he’s for sure dead right now.

Cinder: still, if we bring arc back alive they will trust us more easily, and that can help in our plans.

Mercuria: so we kick some asses and save the blondie, sounds good to me.

???: AAAHHHHH!!!

Emerald: over there!

Mercuria: bye bye arc, it was good while it lasted.

Cinder: even if arc is dead, let's at least capture the mercenaries so- *freezes*

Mercuria: .........i think we won’t be able to capture them. *starting at the three corpses on the ground, the first one with a large gash on the stomach and guts spilling out, the second with the head split in half and the third was cut in half by the torso.*

???: i’ll ask you one last time. Who. sent. you?

CEM: *looks ahead to see jaune without his chestplate, with ragged clothes and covered in blood while two mercenaries backed away fearfully from him*

Mercenary 1: *holding the bleeding stump that was once his right arm* n-no one sent us, p-please just let us g- *sword pierces his mouth and through the back of his head*

Emerald: is that really jaune arc?

Mercuria: i don’t know.

Jaune: *kicks the now dead body and pulls out his sword, glaring at the last mercenary*

Mercenary 2: *backing up on the ground with a terrified expression* w-wha- he was telling the truth! W-we don’t work for anyone! We just bait huntsmans here to steal them!

Jaune: *slowly walking towards him* ohh but i know he was talking the truth.

Mercenary 2: *panicked* t-then why did you killed him!?

Jaune: *grabs him by the throat and slams him against a tree* do you know who i am?

Mercenary 2: w-what? O-o-of course not.

Jaune: my name is jaune arc, son of alexander arc and grandson of john arc.

Mercenary 2: arc? B-but they are a family of heroes.

Jaune: i know...

Mercenary 2: how can someone like you be part of that fami-AAARGGH!!

Jaune: *with his sword through the mercenary’s left shoulder and twisting it slowly* don’t interrupt me when i'm talking, okay?

Mercuria: *blushes* w-when did he got so...

Emerald: dominant? *also blushing* cruel? I have no idea.

Mercenary 2: *nods frantically*

Jaune: yes the arcs are most known as a family of kind hearted heroes, but i’ll let you know a little secret about us. *smirks darkly* once you hurt someone dear to us, we set the honor, the kindness and the mercy aside and turn into vengeful blood-thirsty monsters.  *starts to twist his sword again with an unsettling smirk*

Mercenary 2: AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!

Cinder: something is wrong, when did arc became so *blushes* attractive?

Jaune: do you understand now? Why did i killed your friends and why i’m doing this to you? *tightens the grip on his neck*

Mercenary 2: YES!! I UNDERSTAND!! PLEASE JUST LET ME GO!!

Jaune: ............okay. *let go him*

Mercenary 2: *falls on the ground coughing before looking back at him surprised*

Jaune: what?

Mercenary 2: y-you’re not going to kill me?

Jaune: no. *sheathes sword*

Mercenary 2: *confused* r-really?

Jaune: i already said that no, i won’t kill you. and an arc never goes back on his word.

Mercuria: *sighs* i knew it was too good to be true.

Mercenary 2: t-thank you. *gets up and tries to run but gets yanked back falling on the ground* wha-AAHHHH!!

Jaune: *stomping his legs, breaking both of them*

CEM: *eyes widen in surprise*

Mercenary 2: AAARRGHH!! I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T KILL ME!?!?

Jaune: and i won’t kill you *smirks pointing at a ursa coming towards them* but i can’t say the same for him.

Mercenary 2: w-wait! Nononono! Please-

Jaune: *grabs him by the hem of his shirt* fun fact, ursas have a extremely painful bite, and they chew a lot too. *smirk gets wider* Hope you two have fun. *throws him at the ursa*

Mercenary 2: NOOO!! PLEASE!! *gets bitten in the shoulder* AAAHHHH!! *gets dragged back into the forest*

Jaune: *still smirking* bye-bye you fucker. *turns around* now i need to get back to- *freezes*

CEM: *staring at his ragged post-battle form covered in blood*

Jaune: d-did you...just saw that?

CEM: *nods*

Jaune: oh god, l-look, i know what you’re thinking but please don’t panic. I-it's just that-

Cinder: *grabs him by what's left of his hoodie and pulls him into a heated kiss*

Jaune: *blushes*

Cinder: *breaks the kiss and stares at him with hungry amber eyes* You and Me. Bed. Now!

Jaune: w-what!? C-cinder i-

Mercuria: hey! You’re not planning to let us out are you? *hugs jaune’s arm between her breasts* i also want a piece of him. *licks her lips and opens a perverted grin*

Jaune: *blushing deeply* w-what!?

Emerald: *hugging his other arm between her breasts* i want a piece of him as well. *with a sultry look*

Cinder: of course, you can have a piece once i get mine’s

Jaune: *blushing to a atomic degree* w-what!? What do you mean with that!?

Mercuria: we mean that all of us have been pretty naughty latelly, and you look like you know a lot about punishing other peoples, mind showing us how would you punish some bad girls?

Jaune: *blushing to a solar level* WHAT!?

Emerald: we’re just curious to see how rough you can be, think you can show us?

Jaune: l-look, as flattered as i am feeling right now, we just know each other for about a month and-

Cinder: it doesn’t matter. Let's make a deal, you give us what we want and we won’t tell anyone what just happened, deal?

Jaune: i...... *sighs* i guess i have no choice right?

Emerald: no.

Mercuria: nope.

Cinder: i don’t think so.

Jaune: *sighs again* your funeral. *wraps hands around theirs waits and pins them on the ground* and don’t blame for what happens next *smirks sultrily* once i start i won’t stop, okay?

CEM: *blushes and shudders* okay.

*two hours later*

Pyrrha: they’re taking too long, shouldn’t we search for them?

Ren: but we can leave them like this.

Ruby: we’re already better, our aura healed most of the damage.

Weiss: go search them, we’ll be fine.

Pyrrha: okay *gets up* we’ll be right ba-

Jaune/CEM: we’re back.

Pyrrha: thank god, are you oka- *stares at jaune covered in bruises, blood and hickeys and CEM in a similar state while smiling brightly*

Ruby: err...what happened?

Cinder: the mercenaries were tougher than we expected, it took us a while to take them down.

Blake: and where are they?

Emerald: they escaped, unfortunately.

Yang: oookaay...but why are you all covered in hickeys?

Mercuria: they had some kind of gun that was really powerful, our aura protected us from the real damage but the bullets still marked us wherever they hit.

Weiss: really? Because none of us saw any guns with them when they attacked us.

Mercuria: i know right? Those guns came out of nowhere. we tried to take the mercenaries down quickly but they kept coming back, we put them down several times but they just kept coming and coming *drooling with a perverted smile a blush* and coming and coming and coming *shivers* until we couldn’t take anymore.

RWBY/NPR: *raises eyebrow*

Cinder: *hugging jaune’s arm* but thanks to jaune we managed to win them, he was just like one of those heroes we see in the movies.

Emerald: *hugging his other arm* yeah, he really was.

Weiss: *sighs* whatever, we don’t have time to deal with this, we’re all dirty and tired so can we just take the bullhead and go back to beacon?

RBY: *groans and nods*

Pyrrha: let's go then, the extraction point is nearby. *walks away*

RWBY/NR: *nods and starts to walk away as well*

Jaune: *sighs in relief* looks like they didn’t suspect anything, thanks for keeping my secret girls.

Emerald: no problem but... *blushing a bit* do you think we deserve a reward for that?

Jaune: *raises eyebrow* you want a reward?

CEM: *nods*

Jaune: well...you did kept my secret like you promise, and you also did a great job answering their questions, you made more than enough to deserve a reward, so don’t worry *smirks* once we get back to beacon i will make sure to give you three loads of reward, is that okay to you?

CEM: *blushes and shudders* yes daddy.