#if they'd have pushed me into caring for my teeth and my body it would've saved me SO much heartache and pain. i'll have no way of knowing

[skyteglad]

the latest aita is making me sad. the teeth one. because like... when i was a kid, i was told to have braces! and that i'd need an eventual surgery! and because i didn't want to, my parents didn't make me.

that surgery would've changed my life. i'm not fucking kidding. i'm pretty sure 75% of my physical disabilities stem from not getting that surgery. and by the time i was able to bring up trying to have corrective work again, i was two years from losing my insurance, and my parents procrastinated. now it seems like a pipe dream it'll ever happen.

i get being resentful of your parents forcing you to do things you don't want to do, but god damn, if mine had actually really pushed me into getting braces, my life would be so much different and so much better.

[sulky-valkyrie]

It's Friiiiiday!! Could I get me some angst please: "When did the lies start?" - forrrr perhaps Anders and a character of your choice, or whoever you think will fit. Happy writing! :D

Happy Fridaaaaaaay! For @dadrunkwriting

Anders winced as a piece of a building cracked and thundered down to the street. Bethany's arm was like a vice around his arm as she dragged him and Hawke through Lowtown. Marian barely spoke and seemed almost dazed.

He glanced at her again. More than dazed really. In shock. "Bethy, we should-"

"It's 'Warden,' Anders. You don't fucking know me and you don't call the shots," she snarled.

He stopped suddenly, and Bethany jerked to a halt so hard that she swung Marian almost into a circle around her. "I don't," he agreed. "But I know her, and she's about to pass out if you don't give her a moment."

Bethany glared at him but didn't argue. She pulled Marian to an alley and sat her down, not hard, but definitely not gently. Anders gave them their space and rubbed his arms to stave off the chill in his bones. He'd done it. They'd done it. It was messy and brutal and not all the way he'd wanted it to go, but at least now the mages in the Gallows would have a chance.

"When did the lies start?"

Anders spun around, staff flaring bright, only to find Nate. He sighed and left the magic fizzle out. "Does it matter?"

Nate pointed at the Hawke sisters. "It does to them."

"Like the void it does," Anders snapped. "If you're pissed at me, just say so."

"Idiot, I'm furious," Nate hissed.

This fight already? He squared his shoulders and stood to his full height. "Mages deserve-"

"I'm furious you lied, you martyring shit!" Nate caught his shirt collar and pulled him close, nostrils flaring. "Both of you," he growled. "Justice, how could let him do this alone?"

Justice surged up through his skin. "He is never alone."

Nate leaned away, but didn't let go. He took a deep breath. "You're not the only one who cares about him, who cares about all of this." He pointed to Hawke. "Look at her. Look at what you've done to her. You lied to her, then you tried to make her kill you."

Justice shook their head. "We did what was necessary."

"No, you did it because you were a coward," he retorted. "The commander would've taken on the First Warden or the bloody Divine if you'd just come home, or even sent a blasted letter. We could've helped you, but no, you both were too busy isolating each other to remember how many of us actually cared. About you and about this."

Justice recoiled as if struck and sank back down, leaving Anders feeling like half of his body had taken a step back. His throat felt tight and his eyes burned. "Even . . . seeing what - seeing this?" He waved a hand back toward Hightown. "Nate, I don't regret it, but this, how can you say-"

He was suddenly pressed against the wall by the force of Nate's fierce kiss. Surpise mixed with confusion, desire mixed with guilt, and somehow he found himself tilting his head to kiss him back, sliding his hand up into his hair.

Time stood still. Nothing mattered but Nate, and Anders surrendered in relief. Marian might hate him, and everyone else too, but Nate didn't, and maybe that would be enough. He drank in every sensation, the warmth of the arms around him, the harsh breaths on his skin, the teeth rasping along lips, the throbbing of -

A high pitched whistle made them both jump.

"Told you," Bethany said to Hawke as they parted. "I might’ve been fucking him, and he might’ve been fucking you, but they were just waiting for each other again. You didn't mean shit, you didn't do shit, and now the city's on fucking fire. Let's go."

What? Anders pushed Nate away as he stumbled toward them. "Marian, I that’s not-"

Hawke caught his hands, keeping him from falling, and kissed his palm. "I know." She shot a venomous look at Bethany. "You said you're not my sister anymore, and that goes both ways: it’s been six years, and you don't know shit about him or me." Her fingers squeezed his as she stood up and dusted her shirt off. A wasted effort, considering the way the rubble kept falling. "Anders is a terrible liar. And anything I didn't know was because I didn't ask." She swung a baleful glare toward Nate, and the anger in it made Anders glad she wasn't a mage. A look that could kill wasn't just a euphemism, after all.

"You want to know when the lies started?" Marian asked in a low dangerous voice. "How about when you and your fucking Wardens said he'd be safe?" She pulled him close, shielding him with her body as she turned back to Bethany. "Warden this, Commander that. Anders can do whatever he wants, but it won't be because either of you guilted him into it. You didn't give enough of a shit to check on him for years, and now you're just gonna waltz in and try to take him back? Piss on that, piss on you, and piss especially on whoever thought I’d stop loving him for doing what no one else had the balls to." She sighed and shook her head. "And now, Warden Amell, we'll save my fucking city."

[lifeonthemurdersim]

All Roads Lead To Here- Chapter 4: Off The Balcony Fandom/Universe: Siren From Hell / Sadistic By Nature Characters/Pairing: Again, multiple. AO3 Link(full tags, warnings etc here) Word count: 8,611 words Synopsis: Trance isn't too happy about what's going on in his house. Little does he know, the chaos has just begun... Author's Note: Please check trigger warnings! I'm sorry if I've missed any this is all very fucked up. Siren From Hell and a good portion of the characters in this belong to @cptsadist- everyone but Hope, Azazel, Leilana and Phi basically. I just really hope I wrote Trance alright, it was so hard to get into his mind. More about Gorekinktober on my pinned post! Kinktober prompt(s) used: Balcony Goretober prompt used: Burns

Trance was already pretty fucking pissed from arguing with Wraith and trying to stop Seiren taking over to gawk at Leilana. So when he'd seen exactly what Jet and Hope were doing, he wasn't inclined to be at all generous about it. Seiren didn't seem anywhere near as bothered, however, so it was a bit of a fight to even get away.

"T-tell her she's pretty!" he urged in Trance's head, but he ignored him. "Trance! Where the hell are we going?!"

"I don't know about you, but I'm not too happy about Egon's little shadow and our captive fucking around with each other." he pointed out, rushing to the other side of the house.

"As long as I can still feed off her, who cares?" Seiren snapped. "Awww, are you jealous?"

"Oh, shut up." Trance replied evasively. It was far more complicated than that. It was the fact he had let them both in that bothered him the most. He'd made the mistake of trusting Jet, and he'd... even began to trust Hope a little too. This just proved to him that he was right, that people were bastards and he couldn't trust anyone. He pushed the handle as he reached the door, only to find it locked. That was when he heard Hope moaning out a very loud cry of Jet's name.

"He let them finish? Boring..." Seiren questioned. "We would've been way more fun!" Trance was not particularly focused on his taunts right now however, far more bothered about getting them the hell off each other.

"Jet!" he growled through the door. "Hope!" He didn't know what he intended to do but he was pissed. "Get the hell out here!" Nothing. He pressed his ear to the door. He could hear hushed voices and shifting around, but it was too ambiguous to know what was going on.

"They're fucking!" Seiren said delightedly. Trance was curious? He could hear them? He guessed Seiren's hearing might somehow be better than his despite being trapped in a human body. But were they really just disregarding his warning? "Of course not!" Seiren replied shrilly, to which Trance sighed through gritted teeth, losing his patience with him. "I just wanted to see what your reaction would be!" he teased. "Sounded more like he didn't believe them about us to me."

Trance's demeanour shifted, he smirked slightly. Of course. Jet wasn't going to believe someone he'd just met over him, no way. They'd always got on at least relatively well, and Jet was naive enough to believe any lie he spun him. He'd get him on side with a few charming lines, and if worst came to worst, Seiren would maybe have two victims. He could feel the imp's excitement at the prospect.

"Last chance..." he told them, keeping his voice as smooth and convincing as possible. "Why doesn't one of you let me in, and we can have a little talk about this, hmm...?" Still nothing, it still sounded like they were moving about in there but no reply. He'd rather not expend the effort to break in, but he was confident that with he and Seiren's strength combined he could, and he didn't feel he had much of a choice right now.

Egon was still off fucking the angel apparently, and by the time he got back down there and through to him, the goths in the bathroom may well have already run away. Wraith was unhelpful at the best of times, let alone when they'd just had an argument. Given the succubus's dismissive attitude towards both him and Seiren, he doubted she'd be any help either.

He ran back a little then straight into the door, barging it with his arm, which rattled it a little but otherwise didn't have much of an impact. He should have bought shittier doors. He huffed, backed off again and tried once more. Still a slight movement but the door was intact.

"Need any help by the way?" Seiren asked.

"You...?" he muttered incredulously. "You're fucking kidding me... yes, I want some fucking help!" Seiren just laughed as he ran back one more time, this time feeling a little more force as he pushed back forward. The door clattered to the floor, Trance falling to his knees on top of it... and Jet and Hope, who had apparently been waiting either side of it, their hair and bodies still half soaked with their shirts and boxers shoved back on, swung round either side of him, grabbed each others hands and began to run in the direction of the stairs as Trance was still getting to his feet.

He growled in annoyance, and began to pursue them, but they were both pretty fast runners. He was already so fucking over the amount of effort this was taking. Thankfully for him, they were stopped at the top of the stairs by Wraith, spreading his arms wide in front of the two tiny goths.

"I don't think so, tortolitos." he teased with a grin, looking between the two. "No time for a bra?" he asked Hope, eyes trained at their chest. His eyes flicked to Jet's crotch. "And I guess she's edging you, huh?"

"Uh hi... Wraith..." Jet greeted casually, but there was a little less trust in his tone than usual. Hope didn't wait for things to get straightened out, instead pulling him away down the hall in the opposite direction from Trance. It would only lead them back towards the other side of the house, where Egon's room was, though.

"Thanks Wraith..." Trance mumbled in slight surprise as he followed them, not having expected him to help.

"This isn't for you, I wanna see what happens!" Wraith responded excitedly, chuckling darkly as he folded his arms, watching all three of them. Even as Trance struggled to catch up with the pair, he could just about hear them speaking in hushed tones.

"Maybe Egon can help us?!" Jet suggested as they neared his room. "Egon?!" he called.

"Jet, he is worse!" Hope insisted. "He has Azazel and... wait..." They kept running with Jet but banged hard on the door on the way past. "Azazel, help!" They looked to Jet and hissed something Trance couldn't quite make out.

As Trance passed Egon's room, he could hear sounds of a sudden argument inside; Azazel sounded like he was pleading, Egon sounded like he was dismissing. "Trouble in paradise?" he yelled through the door, hammering on it. "Egon, get the fuck out here!" He knew Egon would take his side over Jet's any day. Still he continued pursuing them for now, until Egon could catch up.

Jet and Hope were nearing Egon's surveillance room. Leilana was standing just inside the doorway with her hand on her hip, looking at them disinterestedly.

"She's so hot!" Seiren insisted. Trance told him internally to calm the fuck down, glancing at Leilana as he passed, who looked at him with slight disgust. Once he got past, however, he could hear Wraith behind him, obviously having materialised back next to her.

"Looks like you might get your angel back, Egg's unlocking his door." Trance heard him tell her. He couldn't focus on that though, as Hope and Jet were finally running out of anywhere to run to. There was nothing at the end of this floor except a door out to a little balcony, and he didn't think they were stupid enough to run right off the edge. Just as he was about to consider this won, Jet opened the door to a tiny unused closet in the hallway Trance had forgotten was even there, and pulled Hope in, pulling the door shut behind them both.

Fuck.

"Rule number one." Seiren taunted him, laughing slightly. "Don't play hide and seek with Jet."

"All of you are pissing me off." Trance growled, pushing his back up against the closet and banging his head back against the door pretty hard. It fucking hurt. Maybe this one could be broken down too, but it was going to be a lot harder. He pulled out one of his knives, poking the point of his finger with it, just short of breaking the skin. "You know you both almost had me thinking you were different." he muttered loud enough for them both to hear, genuine, bitter disappointment in his tone.

"...Maybe we could just-" he heard Jet relent, muffled from the other side of the heavy door.

"No, Jet." Hope insisted, followed by a whisper he can't make out. A stifled giggle from Jet. More whispers. A possible kiss noise. Shifting around. Trance slammed his elbow back against the door in annoyance.

"You two can't stay in there forever." he pointed out. He turned to look to see if Egon was coming to help. He was walking with Azazel, both shirtless, hand gripping firmly at his arm and gun pressed to his head. They both spotted Trance leaning against the door. Egon nodded at him and began to walk towards him. Azazel frowned at him.

"Wh-where's Hope?" he yelled out firmly in a tone that was probably meant to be threatening but wasn't remotely. Trance jerked his thumb at the cupboard door. He knew there wasn't a damn thing the angel could do about it right now anyway, so what difference did it make? Before the two could get anywhere near him though, they were intercepted by Leilana and Wraith noticing them and stepping out from the surveillance room.

There was loud knocking downstairs, at his front door. At his front door? What the hell was even going on anymore? Trance was starting to get overwhelmed, slumping down to sitting as he watched the two demons approach the human and angel.

"No... n-no, no..." Azazel was whimpering softly, seeming to almost lean into Egon a little as he saw Leilana. "I can't go back, I can't." He gripped tightly at Egon's arm.

"You're not going anywhere." Egon agreed. "Who the fuck are you?" he asked the succubus.

"I'm a... friend... of Azazels." she replies. "And if you don't mind, I'll be getting him right back to the EBC before I starve to death."

"I don't want to go back!" Azazel insisted in a whine. "I-I never asked them to worship me!"

"But they do." she told him in return. "And when you're there, they openly offer me their flesh to feast upon." Wraith looked over at her with further interest. Trance was too all over the place to really give a shit.

"That's n-not right!" Azazel replied, growing more and more distressed. "They shouldn't be doing that. Y-you shouldn't be doing that!"

"This is all irrelevant, he is mine." Egon warned, holding the gun closer to Azazel's head, but he looked like he was seriously considering aiming it at the demon.

The banging at the front door was growing louder, cutting through Trance's brain like a knife. He'd probably drank a little more than he should've today. Well... every day. "For fuck's sake, can somebody get the goddamn door!" he yelled out to them all.

"You know what?" Wraith asked. "Anything's gotta be more fun than these three going in circles." He promptly disappeared in a shadowy blur to go and check.

"He's right, this is meaningless." Leilana declared. "You have one last chance to hand the angel over peacefully." she told Egon.

"Go to hell." he replied, but then he froze up. Still standing but incredibly stiff.

"No." Azazel whimpers to Leilana. "Don't... not to him, Lana... don't..."

"Oh look who has sympathy for their kidnapper." Leilana taunted. "You're so weak, Azazel. You're practically human." Egon drew the gun back from Azazel, and Trance frowned. He looked distinctly strange. Not how he'd ever seen him before in all the years they'd known each other.

"Egon?" Trance called over.

"Is... he... OK?" Jet yelled from the closet.

"Jmmt!" Hope replied, their voice... suspiciously muffled. Fucking seriously?

"What the fuck is wrong with you two?" Trance growled, hammering his fist on the door several times. "Egon?" he asked again.

Wraith materialised in front of Trance. "OK, you got a girl with green hair, a guy with blonde hair and... something in the middle, I think... with black and orange hair." he told Trance.

"That's all you got, their hair colors?" Trance asked incredulously, still glancing between him and Egon, because the way he was still frozen and shaking was rather concerning. Egon pushed Azazel towards Lana, and it was clear from his body language now that he was quite possibly being controlled.

"I looked for like two seconds, man, what do you want from me?" Wraith teased with a shrug.

"OK, I have no idea who the hell that is but the last thing we need is more people in this situation, I'm... I'm already done." Trance muttered.

"No..." Azazel whimpered. "I don't want to... I don't want to go back with you."

"Well..." Lana began, hand tight around his waist, teasing her fingertips up against his hip. She didn't continue her sentence, but Egon raised the pistol to his head, completely silent. "Better give you no other option."

"Wait... Egon...?" Wraith asked.

Still shaking the whole time, like he was fighting hard against it, Egon gave Trance and Wraith an incredibly pained look... and pulled the trigger.

"Egon!" Trance yelled, as the shot rang out and his bodyguard and friend's brains were splattered against the hallway wall, blood dripping down his face as he fell to his knees, and then face down onto the floor.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Wraith responded, and even he now seemed wary to go any closer with Leilana still there.

"N-no..." Azazel replied, looking horrified at the whole ordeal. "No..."

"What... happ... ened...?" Jet whined breathily through the closet door, before making another series of noises like he was crying out while biting down on something. Trance couldn't even register how ridiculous they both were right now, actually crawling away from the door slightly, kneeling staring over at Egon's body on the floor in horror, afraid to draw closer because that would really just prove it was real.

"He was given fair warning." Lana pointed out, turning to look at Wraith and Trance threateningly, her arm tight around Azazel's chest.

"N-no..." Azazel repeated.

"And now... we will be returning to the EBC." she told them. "Wraith-"

"NO!" Azazel shouted, a wave of energy throwing outward from him, bringing down a solid beam of light right onto Leilana. The demon screeched in pain as the beam completely disintegrated her, scattering Azazel in a pile of ash.

There was also a short shriek from the closet. Hope and Jet jumped out, revealing a purple-tipped white flame that had manifested inside of there, just short of burning them. It began to spread rapidly. At the same time, other flames were popping up all over the house.

"No, no!" screamed Seiren when he saw the nearby patch of fire, taking over Trance before he could stop it, forcing him to turn and crawl backwards away from it.

"H-Hope!" Azazel said with relief. "I controlled it." Trance glanced at Hope, who looked too terrified by the sudden descent into absolute chaos in the five to ten minutes she and Jet were in the closet to respond to that or even move.

"Catch her!" Seiren urged to Trance, but he ignored him, defeated.

"Egon!" Jet yelled, turning even paler than usual, running over to him and looking him over, seemingly not even daring to flip him over when it was obviously him. "Oh... oh god..." He closed his eyes, looking like he was trying hard not to pass out.

"Controlled it?" Trance replied to Azazel. He didn't even know what to say, with all that was going on he felt completely fucking numb. "Egon's dead, there are flames all over my fucking house..." Just to further escalate things, there was the sudden sound of the door being knocked from it's hinges downstairs, likely the people Wraith mentioned breaking in. Trance couldn't take this. He couldn't even go after Hope right now despite Seiren still yelling at him. He buried his head in his hands.

"Holy fire..." Wraith commented, recoiling from it. That explained Seiren's fear. He materialised closer to Azazel. "You had our friend killed!" he spat, clearly betraying some affection towards Egon.

"You... did?" Jet asked, looking up at Azazel.

"It... w-as the succubus..." Azazel insisted. "Sh-she killed Egon... I killed her..."

"OK I don't know who the fuck any of you are, but let our friends go!" came a yell as a biracial person with black and orange curls stormed across the hallway carrying a shotgun. They had a belt with multiple pockets and a couple of what looked like a couple of holstered wooden stakes hanging off of it. Their green eyes looked up across the remaining people alive. "Azazel... Hope... you're OK!" they said with relief.

"You... don't know who I am?" Trance couldn't help but ask, not insulted, just exhausted.

"Ehhh, actually I do, you're just a little mainstream for my tastes." the person responded disdainfully.

"Phi..." Hope replied, relieved. "H-how did you find us?" Out of the corner of Trance's eye, he saw Wraith slink into the shadows again.

"I had a little help." Phi explained, then glanced back, but their line was somewhat undermined by no-one turning up yet. "OK I sprinted up here but the other two will be here in a minute, I swear." Since Wraith was missing, they pointed the gun between Trance and Jet. Jet tore away from Egon to put his hands up, wincing. Trance stared hard at them. He was already pretty out of range.

"Ph-Phi, d-don't!" Hope said with a little worry. "Don't shoot!"

"Don't shoot which one?" Phi asked, lowering it slightly. Trance turned to them, looking for their reaction, even though he was pretty sure he knew what it was going to fucking be. Except, they didn't actually answer, just looking to Phi and shaking their head.

"Ohhhhhh." Wraith chuckled, popping up behind Phi and squeezing tight around their arms so they couldn't raise the gun again. "Your friends are really letting you down here, huh? One's simping for every human boy left." he commented, then glanced at Trance. "Well, human-ish. And the other..." he raised one of his hands up to thier neck. "Just got you revenge killed."

"No!" Hope yelled. "Zaze, please!" Azazel fired a blast from his eyes that knocked them both back against one of the walls, but it didn't do anything about Wraith's grip on Phi. They went to elbow him in the ribs but he didn't hesitate, sinking his claws right into their jaw as they let out a blood-curdling scream. He tutted at them.

"Quit being such a baby." he teased as the claws on his other hand sliced through their chest with a very unpleasant squelching noise. Phi struggled but couldn't say or do anything, shuddering and gasping in his arms as they began to bleed out.

A very pale man with long blonde hair seemed to suddenly speed up as he ran down the hallway. He looked completely overwhelmed by what he'd ran into for a second, but when he spotted Wraith and Phi against the wall his distress only increased. He stood with his mouth open in horrified shock. "Ph-Phi?" he said, sounding distraught as the blood-covered Phi looked over at him, still looking to be in agonizing pain, and then suddenly he launched towards Wraith baring sharp fangs. The demon, however, slunk back into his shadow form, obviously done with his payback for Egon, leaving Phi to fall upon the ground, still shuddering and gasping. The vampire didn't even attempt to pursue him, instead cradling the bleeding victim, murmuring softly. "No... nonono..."

"Silas..." Trance heard Hope say sympathetically and possibly a little guiltily from behind him. "I'm so, so sorry..." He didn't even look up at them.

"Si..." Phi gasped out, now hyperventilating from the pain but reaching a blood-splattered arm up to his shoulder shakily. "Please..."

A green-haired woman Trance vaguely recognised from a picture Jet once showed him on his phone runs across the hallway too. "What the fuck is going on here?" she asked as she surveys the scene. "Jet... Azazel... you're OK." she realised, breathing a sigh of relief. "Oh... oh shit-" she added, seeing Phi in Silas's arms.

"Bogy!" Jet exclaimed,  sounding a mixture of relieved and still terrified from what's gone on, his voice shaking. He looked around, and when Trance caught a glimpse of his face, he looked like the shock was about the only thing keeping him conscious right now. "It was Wraith, he's-" he began to explain.

"Don't be a tattletale, Jet..." Wraith's voice taunted with a chuckle. "I might have to start asking whose side you're on..." That was when Trance noticed there were two shadows over Egon's body. It seemed he was not the only one, however.

"Jet, run!" Hope yelled. Trance turned to see them beckoning him, rolling his eyes.

"NOW." Seiren urged. "You don't wanna see them running away together again, do you?" he taunted. Trance took the hint, springing into action and launching towards Hope, coming up behind them and bringing his knife to their throat. They sighed through gritted teeth, a surprisingly understated reaction. Maybe they knew he would eventually do it, just not when.

Jet began to run in their direction, but Wraith materialised and grabbed him by the ankle, Jet responding with a yelp as he was thrown to the ground on his front. However, there was a shot of fire to Wraith's shoulder that took him by surprise enough that he let go again, turning his head slightly. "Ah! The hell?" he questioned, only to be hit with a much larger flame to his back. This one however, overtook him, wrapping around his entire body, leaving him struggling to proceed. When Trance looked up for the culprit, his knife still sitting at Hope's throat, he saw Bogy with her arm outstretched. "Calm... down... I was just gonna... fuck with him..." he growled, clearly in pain.

Bogy looked like she was very much on the verge of letting him go. But then she looked to Azazel. Then to Jet. Then to Phi, who Silas was currently feeding from the neck of while they drunk from his wrist, and she didn't back down. The flames grew more intense as Jet scrambled back in the direction of Hope and Trance, watching in shock and slight awe. She twisted her wrist and Wraith was brought face to face with her. She gave him a disapproving look at first. But then there was an odd flicker of what looked like... recognition.

"Wait..." she said, sounding shocked.

"Wait..." Wraith echoed, only to be followed by a loud roar of pain as the flames consumed him, raising him right up into the air and back down into a pile of ash much like the one that had scattered over Azazel. Bogy stood there, frozen, looking like she'd seen a ghost. He could only reason that maybe she'd never killed anyone before. She slid to her knees, still looking shell-shocked. Azazel rushed over to check on her.

"Th-thank you." Jet replied to her with a smile then turned back to Trance and Hope. "Trance..." he said, looking worried. "C'mon man, this isn't you." Trance huffed. He wasn't sure that was true at all, not anymore. "You're a cool guy, y'know, just... just put the knife down and...and we can all talk."

"That's funny." Trance replied. "Because I remember giving you the same fucking option when I was stood outside that door."

"I... wanted to believe you Trance, I really did..." Jet insisted, looking to Hope. Obviously they'd had to coerce him a little. "But this... does kind of prove them right..." he pointed out.

Trance saw a shift out of the corner of his eye. The lifeless Phi was beginning to revive.Thier plaid shirt was still soaked with blood but their skin was flawless, their complexion little less healthy looking but free of all the clawmarks and gushing wounds, a subtle brightness to their green eyes. They looked up at Silas and smiled with relief, baring long fangs. Then they shifted onto their knees and turned, and the two vampires embraced each other and kissed. Bogy and Azazel were also embracing. Ugh.

"Yeah?" Trance snapped at Jet. "Well why shouldn't I prove people right?" he replied. "You want to think I'm a bad person for this, fine!" He clutched tighter at Hope, his knife beginning to dig into their neck ever so slightly while she let out a slight gasp. "Who isn't?" he looked around at the chaos of his house. There was basically nothing left of Wraith and Lana, Egon's body was still on the floor, Phi's blood was everywhere, Azazel's holy fire was softly spreading. "This is people!" He didn't care if it was humans, angels, demons, whatever. It still rang true.

"Trance." Jet says shakily, pulling out a pistol that Trance didn't even realise he'd had tucked into his underwear. He guessed he still thought it was something else. Egon's gun. When the fuck did he take that? He moves quicker than Trance can, pressing it to his forehead. "I don't want to do this, but you need to put the knife down!" Even Seiren stopped taunting Trance and squeaked in self-preservation, forcing him to pull the knife back to half an inch or so away from Hope's neck.

Trance couldn't see a way out of this. Not right now. If even Seiren was willing to abandon their victim, why was he even still fighting, anyway? He did think he knew... it was just really hard to admit. He side-eyed Hope. "I can't believe I was stupid enough to start to get attached to you." he muttered to them bitterly. Their own eyes flicked towards him, staring hard.

"That's the look that did it, wasn't it?" Seiren taunted him. "When they look like they actually care about you."

"Shut up, Seiren!" he yelled aloud. Jet and Hope were both staring at him. So were the other four now, and he hated it. "Make sure you take a good look around, sweetheart." he growled to Hope quietly. "This is all your fault." With that, he pushed them towards Jet before he could be tempted to change his mind. The two of them managed to stop themselves falling by stumbling back a little. Jet pulled them to him with his free arm, though he still had the gun trained in Trance's direction. They were both still staring at him, too. He looked around at those who were left alive. Everyone was staring at him, even as they all clutched to another. He guessed he was the fucking monster among them now. What else was new?

A sudden beam of light lit up the room, blindingly white. The hell? The ceiling was still intact but it seemed to be beaming right through. Huge. Beautiful. Celestial. It was like it was forcing them all towards it, like it wanted to pull them all in.

"I don't like it..." Seiren whined uncomfortably. If it was what he thought it was, Trance wasn't exactly the happiest about it either. But there were two people having a lot more issue with it. The vampires.

"Si, why does this hurt so fucking much?" Phi yelled out, shaking in pain.

"I... don't know..." Silas whined back, trying to crawl away with them. "I can't... we can't..." It was the last thing that could really be made out before the two of them devolved into unintelligible screams of pain, pulling each other close as the heavenly light fried them alive.

"Si... Phi..." Hope whimpered quietly, tearing up and pushing thier face against Jet's shoulder. "What... what the fuck?"

"Azazel." called a voice from the sky. Booming and gentle all at once.

"M-" Azazel began, rising to his feet and helping Bogy up, who seemed to be having the same discomfort with the light as Seiren. "M-Michael?"

"Yes." came the reply.

"You just k-killed my friends..." he replied, clinging tighter to Bogy. There was an atmospheric pause, but his actual point went ignored.

"Destroying two demons is not an easy feat, Azazel." Michael replied.

"Well it was only really... one... directly." he replied awkwardly, glancing at Bogy.

"Nonetheless." Michael told him. "You are accepted back into heaven." Azazel looked shocked and... oddly horrified.

"N-no..." he replied. "I... I don't want to I... I want to... stay here." he insisted. "With... with Hope..." he glanced at his friend, but then his gaze returned to Bogy, and there was a hint of a stronger affection there. "And... w-with you." he told her directly.

"Azazel..." Bogy said softly. "Are you sure?"  "If this is where you need to be then..." She glanced over at Hope against Jet's shoulder, who was peeking over at Azazel with wet eyes. "Me and Jet will... will take care of your friend... make sure they're not alone..."

"I... I don't like it there." he told her. "But, mostly I want to stay here with you, I..." he took her hands in his. "Bogy I've never... never had the chance to tell you... just how much you mean to me." he said softly. Before she spoke though, a voice boomed from the heavens once again.

"Your ascension is not optional, Azazel." Michael responded. "You must return to heaven where you belong." Azazel looked between the light and Bogy.

"Th-then you have to let me take her with me!" Azazel insisted, not letting go of Bogy's hands. "Sh-she killed one of the demons too! It's only fair!"

"Azazel..." Bogy replied. "I don't... know about that." It didn't look entirely like she didn't want to go, more like there was something else. Something she wasn't telling him.

"I suppose... if there is another with you who helped achieve this, then yes, they may ascend." Michael responded. There was a pause. "I just hope you're not repeating any of the same mistakes, Azazel."

"I... I never made that mistake in the first place!" Azazel insisted. "I- I never d-did anything with a demon, I... think I was framed..."

"Azazel..." Bogy warned with a little more worry in her voice. He turned back to her, looking willing to hear her out, but Michael spoke first.

"Very well then." he agreed. The two of them began to ascend into the air.

"W-wait!" Azazel insisted having seen Bogy's expression, but it was too late. Azazel was being pulled up fluidly, even as he struggled, but Bogy... the light was lifting her too but it was like it couldn't take her completely, it was ripping her into long, thin, bloody shreds as she screamed.

"BOGY!" Azazel yelled, trying to grab for her frantically, but he was already being pulled up further, starting to glow translucently as he ascended through the ceiling and disappeared completely.

"Bogy?" Jet whimpered as the bloody ribbons began to cascade to the floor and the light started to withdraw again. Suddenly he looked like he was wobbling considerably.

"Jet?" Hope checked despite also sounding horrified. "Oh, woah, woah, try to stay with me Jet." There was a clunk as Jet dropped his gun as he passed out, all Hope's focus on trying to keep him from falling.

Apparently, Seiren didn't trust Trance to act upon it himself as he took full control, lunging and grabbing the pistol. Trance didn't even have the energy or the motive to fight it. Everything that had happened all at once had only left him feeling more screwed up than he already was.

"It's OK." the imp reassured both Trance and Hope for different reasons, then turned to her. "Killing you this way wouldn't be any fun for me..." Trance could feel that he just wanted to have it, so that they wouldn't have an advantage.

"Seiren..." Hope replied in recognition. It was interesting for Trance to see how their face shifted. Her looks to him had started to become a lot softer than this. They really didn't look pleased to see him. There was little Trance could do about it but watch, and see what Seiren's plan was. Jet managed to open his eyes again, still looking woozy.

"I still need your blood..." he insisted, then smiled a little, swinging the gun between the two. "Maybe... maybe both." Hope shook her head and began backing away. Seiren laughed slightly, taking it as a game and moving closer. Hope grabbed for Jet's hand but this time they didn't run, just still stepping away slowly towards the end of the hallway with the balcony.

"Can't we... find someone else?" Jet bargained. "I can find anyone on the internet!" he said with a nervous laugh. "I can make sure they deserve it."

"No." Seiren insisted. His attempts to be tough broke down a little as he was honest with them. "It'd take too long, I'm starving..." Hope looked back a little and saw the flames that had spread from the little cupboard they'd been hiding in.

"Jet..." she warned. Their path was completely blocked by them, though it wasn't that high. "Are you any good at jumping?" they asked him quietly, though Seiren could still hear them. He wasn't too bothered. If they could jump it, so could he.

"Yeah." Jet replied, letting go of them again but grabbing their hand. The pair managed to run and jump over the flames... but it fanned them a little, making Seiren reel back slightly. He could still jump it, he was sure he could, but... that was fire from Heaven. It was scary. To make matters worse, Hope noticed his face and suddenly ran to a large painting at the wall, pulling it off, hesitating but then throwing it at the fire. Jet saw another painting and threw it, too. It seemed the holy fire spread so easily with every single thing it touched, because the flames were pretty high now.

"Seiren, if you're going to jump this you better hurry up." Trance pointed out as he took back control for a minute. Again... he wasn't sure he even gave a fuck about pursuing them anymore.

"I will!" Seiren insisted, still hovering. But the fire had suddenly grown exponentially. It forced Jet and Hope right onto the balcony, though it didn't seem to spread over the threshold. They teamed up and toppled a potted plant onto it for good measure. It was risky now, but... he could still try. Trance saw Seiren's thinking and seized back control as best he could.

"No, no way, we're not doing it now." he insisted. "I'm not risking you fucking my body up."

"But we have them trapped!" Seiren insisted. "I have to! I'm going to-"

"Seiren, no!" Trance insisted, but it was too late. Seiren forced Trance into an ill prepared run and leap forward. They made it over, Jet and Hope stepping back in shock, but it caught a good portion of one of Trance's legs in the process. He yelled out in pain, dropping the pistol and rolling on the wet concrete of the balcony to put it out, while Jet and Hope looked like they had no clue what to do about it.

It was hard to focus though, because inside his head, Seiren was absolutely screaming like he'd never heard him. He heard the scream break through into his own voice, leaving him unable to even ask Seiren what was wrong. Even when the flames had subsided, leaving Trance with a notable large burn and the lower half of one side of his pants burned off, Seiren was still screaming.

"Seiren?" he finally managed to ask.

"Tra... Trance..." Seiren began, his voice sounding like it was fading away.

"Seiren?" Trance repeated, kind of concerned now. But there was no reply. Whether he had merely been cleansed from Trance's body to reside elsewhere or died permanently... Seiren was gone. He stared into space, perturbed. Jet and Hope looked down at him, both still holding some concern. He hated it. "Don't fucking look at me like that." he muttered to them both. The two goths exchanged glances.

"Like what?" Jet asked. His tone was a lot more sullen than his usual one.

"Like you fucking care." he snapped.

"W-we do care, Trance." Hope told him, clutching both hands tight at Jet's hand and arm. He could see marks from his fucking knife on their neck and they still had sympathy for him... and that pissed him off. "Is... is Seiren... gone?"

"If you cared, you wouldn't have run away from me." he muttered, ignoring the question. He'd always thought Seiren leaving him would be kind of freeing but instead... he just felt emptier than ever. Looking at the two of them, with neither Seiren's assurances or taunts, he still felt... betrayed.

"Trance... we were scared, man!" Jet insisted. "That doesn't mean we don't still like you." He paused for a moment, looking to Hope. "Let's just..." He began to pull his phone out of his waistband. "Just... call for some help and..."

"Stop it!" Trance interrupted. "Stop pitying me!" he yelled, beginning to advance towards the two. Right now though, it was Jet who it was painful to look at. Jet, who could just bound through everything and fucking smile. Who could be hit with all sorts of trauma and still keep fucking talking. Trance just couldn't do that.

He was broken.

"Trance, c'mon, we're... we're friends, right?" Jet asked with a nervous laugh, still trying to talk through it all, clinging to his phone but putting his hands up again.

"Jet..." he said, shaking. "You know what Jet? For everything... everything you've done today I... I need to return a favor." He reached out to grab the other man's wrist. Violet eyes met grey ones. Hope was still clutching at Jet's other arm, shaking their head with worry. "Thanks, man." he said viciously, bringing his knife up, and stabbing it back down, deep into Jet's spine.

Jet cried out in pain. Hope screamed in shock and horror. Good. Maybe they'd finally realise he wasn't just some fucking tortured little soul they could sympathise with. He pulled the knife back out of Jet's back with an arc of blood and let him fall onto Hope, who was already beginning to whimper a quiet, repetitive strand of "Nono... no..." as they sunk to their knees with him collapsing into their lap. Trance replaced his knife into his pocket. Staring at them both.

"Hope..." Jet choked out through the blood that was beginning to fill his lungs. He passed them his phone shakily.

"Y-yeah?" they asked, taking it from them, their eyes already filling with tears.

"At... Theo's... when you... told me you were going to be OK..." he whimpered through the pain, giving them a subtly hopeful look. "...how did you know?" Hope began to full on sob at that, the tears that were building streaming down their cheeks.

"Jet..." they replied quietly. They glanced at Trance, then leaned down and whispered something in Jet's ear that Trance couldn't make out, further aggravating him. When they drew back up, Jet looked up at them with an odd mix of confusion and... what looked like awe.

"Y-you can?" he asked. Then he looked down at his own body growing paler by the second. "...Oh." he replied.

"But that doesn't mean..." Hope stuttered. "I'll... I'll call an ambulance and..."

"It's... OK..." Jet told them, his voice choked now as tears fell from his own eyes. He raised a shaky, bloodstained hand to their face. "I know... you... hate phonecalls." he joked, the last thing he said before his eyes rolled right back into his head, his arm flopped back to the floor, and then suddenly everything felt... very quiet indeed.

Trance didn't know what to do with nothing but Hope's quiet sobs filling the still night. But then they looked up at him, tired, scared, traumatised. But there was more to it than that... something was different, they were...

They were looking at him the same way as when Seiren had been in control.

Some part of him knew, at that point, he'd fucked up irredeemably. "I... I never said... I was good..." he reminded them in response to accusations they hadn't even spoken aloud. "I... I told you I was... was going to kill you from the beginning... I... told you..."

"Shut up." Hope snapped quietly. Subtle. Understated. No yelling or screaming. It was so much worse. It was like a knife stabbed straight into the middle of his chest, but it silenced him. Hope closed their eyes for a moment. Everything felt agonisingly silent and still. They opened their eyes again with a sigh, leaning down to plant a kiss on Jet's forehead, laying him down gently on the ground in front of them.

"That's... who you are, then." Trance mumbled in assessment. Hope looked up at him. There was an emptiness in their eyes, but there was a fire raging, too. Much like Trance's home. They said nothing. "A guy you just met gets you off one time and suddenly he matters more to you than everyone else?" Hope looked both shocked and furious at that. They rose slowly to their feet.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" they asked, sounding hurt and absolutely furious. "How... how can you even say that?"

"I'm saying out of everyone, everyone who's died today, he's the one who makes you lose your faith in humanity?" he accused. Their mouth hung open slightly, theit brows knotting into a frown as they shook their head.

"You didn't kill the others, Trance!" they pointed out, eyes boring into him in a way he'd never seen before. "People are assholes. I know that. But I haven't lost my faith in humanity. I never have even though, even though at times I have... really fucking wanted to." Their tone was definitely a little off, they sounded more unstable

than they had at any point throughout their capture. They sounded certain though. "I've lost my faith in you."

The metaphorical knife twisted hard. It needed to stop. It needed to stop hurting. Right now Trance's only instinct was to lash out. "Don't say that." he warned, stepping closer.

"I hate you." they muttered. He was desperate for her to stop, stop hurting him like this.

"Hope..." he pleaded softly. Soft like the way they'd treated his threats of violence several times. Until he lost even their trust, apparently.

"I HATE YOU!" they repeated, and Trance launched towards them, toppling the two of them over the railing and off the balcony, falling rapidly to the ground.

Somehow Hope managed to use the momentum to flip them before they actually got there, landing with them pinning Trance to the ground. They were both hurt... but he took the brunt of it, landing with a sharp wheeze. He wasn't even sure what was fucking broken, he just knew he was in so much pain he could barely move. "Why..." he responded, still lashing out verbally because he didn't know what else to do anymore. "Why'd you have to fucking do that?" He wasn't really expecting an answer giving it was basic self-preservation, but Hope looked at him, eyes narrowed.

"Because I am tired of being on the bottom." they said, their eyes filled with an endless amount of hurt. "I am tired of fucking losing." They kept themselves propped up with one arm, returning to clutching Jet's phone to her chest. "Can't I win one? Just one?"

"That's life, sweetheart!" Trance muttered. "Glad to see you kept his precious phone intact, by the way!" He wasn't even sure why that mattered anymore.

"You sound ridiculous." Hope snapped back. Annoyed, Trance attempted to roll them both over. He just about got Hope pinned to the floor, but he screamed out in pain. At least one of his legs was broken, the one that wasn't already horribly burned. He reached for his knife. It wasn't there.

Hope looked to him. Then around them, as he did so too. He spotted the knife a few metres away. But it looked like she had too. They wrestled against each other as they both tried to wriggle towards it. Hope took Jet's phone and smacked Trance in the face with it, pushing him away. They tried to rise to their feet but their ankle buckled with a yell of pain. They settled for crawling, but Trance was crawling too, on his stomach. His fingertips just about managed to graze the handle, but Hope was the one that grabbed it, staring down at him as they moved it swiftly away from his grasp, still on their hands and knees.

Trance rolled onto his back with a groan, aware his hands could be his only defense here. They looked over to him, but it was like their mind was elsewhere, like they were looking straight through him, working things out. It was a little creepy. "You... wouldn't hurt me, Hope, would you sweetheart?" he asked. He wasn't even trying to manipulate them into believing he wouldn't have quite likely killed them, not really. He just genuinely didn't believe she was the type to. Sure, she'd tried to run away from him when he was trying to kill her, who wouldn't? But they were sweet, too sweet for their own good, and he was convinced that would save him.

"You're gonna die, Trance." they told him flatly. "I... don't need to hurt you, because if you don't get medical attention, you're going to die here." It sent a chill up his spine because he was pretty certain she was right. He was severely burned and some of his bones were definitely broken. At the very least if he survived that, he'd starve to death if he was stuck here. They crawled back closer to him, kneeling by his side. "I can't let that happen." they said seriously. Trance's eyes widened as they passed Jet's phone to him, placing it on his chest. Maybe... after all he'd done to them... they still actually cared about him.

"That bad with phonecalls, huh?" he teased lightly as he took the phone in his hand, but then gave her a surprised but affectionate look. "Thank you..." he muttered more genuinely, but Hope shook their head.

"I'm not doing this for you." they said, sounding incredulous he could even think that.They raised the knife and begun to trace lines across their arm, looking rather distressed. Trance held off on dialing for just a moment when he saw.

"Woah, woah, Hope, what are you doing?" he asked. Hope said nothing. "Hope... look... I know the last hour or two has been... insane, frankly. But please don't do this." She looked set to make a small, vertical cut around her inner elbow, digging the knife in hard but then shaking, gasping and drawing it back. "Hope... look, I know what it's like to... to want to hurt yourself, believe me..." Trance tried to reason, attempting to grab the knife, but she shuffled back, away from him, wincing hard as she dragged her own ankle.

"So do I." they muttered defensively. "I've spent years trying to fight the urge and I've done so. Fucking. Good." She looked over at Trance. "Even in spite of people like you."

"...well fucking ouch." Trance muttered softly. He knew as well as anyone that most people were absolute bastards. He just never really expected to be lumped in with the worst of them. But he guessed little by little, he'd managed to paint himself into the role of the bad guy in their eyes. "Look... whatever. I'm not trying to be a hypocrite. But if you have to, if you absolutely have to, at least go the other way! You're gonna kill yourself!"

"I used to have to fight so hard not to do it." they mumbled, seemingly ignoring him and staring at their arm. "But I... I have... had... friends to be accountable to. That helped so much." They looked to Trance, who was getting a little freaked out by their detached monologuing. "I guess over time it's become... second nature. My body's... sc-screaming at me not to do it."

"Then don't do it, Hope." Trance suggested as kindly as he could. He looked at the way their hand was shaking. "You... you don't want to do this, I can tell you don't."

"I don't." they agreed. "I don't want to." They begin to raise the knife up in the air, away from their arm, which they kept loosely in their lap. Trance breathed a sigh of relief. "I have to." they said determinedly, raising the knife higher and stabbing it deep into the tiny cut they'd made. They screamed at the top of their lungs but it didn't stop them, they kept cutting, a deep, bleeding line torn viscerally from elbow to wrist, while Trance looked on in horror.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" he yelled, realising their intentions were far, far worse than he thought. Hope gives him an obviously very pained look, blood gushing out of the huge slit in their arm.

"Do you... think... it's going to hurt?" they gasp out, shuffling back closer to him on their knees, their face contorted in pain.

"WHA- YES!" Trance replies, still shocked and terrified. "OF COURSE IT'LL FUCKING HURT!"

"Make it quicker?" they urged, handing him the knife and offering their right arm. "Please, I can't..."

"You... you want me to..." Trance replied, surveying the blood up their entire left side and then the untouched right arm. "I'm not doing that to you."

"You were... going to kill me anyway." they pointed out. "Just, please, please..." They look at him with wide, begging eyes, the same as they'd looked several times when tied up in his basement, those same times he just knew put him in danger of becoming attached to them. "Make it stop hurting, Trance..."

"Ugh... god... fuck!" he exclaimed, finding the whole thing incredibly traumatising. "Fine, OK, I'll... I'll do it." He didn't cut the proffered arm though. Instead he pulled on it, pulling them down onto the ground beside him, wrapping an arm around them, right across their chest, and holding the knife to their neck. "Are you sure?" Hope let out a pained whimper, apparently barely able to speak at this point, but made a motion that looked like a subtle nod. "OK." He could do this. He'd done it before. He slashed hard into the side of their throat with firm pressure, their blood spraying and dribbling and oozing all over him. Hope emitted a gurgle that could well be a thank you, but he guessed he'd never know as they appeared to fade from consciousness in mere seconds, and it only took a few more for their heartbeat to suddenly stop beneath his forearm.

Hope was gone.

Trance let out a series of shaky breaths. He leant his head back and let himself feel just a little of the trauma, tears stinging his eyes. He sobbed for a moment. Everyone was dead. He reached for Jet's phone, some tiny shred of self-preservation remaining enough to try to call 911.

But strangely, he felt an inability to control his body as it seemed to disappear away from him. This wasn't what he'd ever expect death to feel like; everything felt like it was shifting, unravelling around him.

It was already too late.

Theo- You Died: Ralph snapped your neck Hauer- You Died: Wasei's heart needed more Ralph- You Died: Phi axed you Wasei- You Died: Rahim didn't like your manners Egon- You Died: Leilana took back control Leilana- You Died: Azazel got scared Phi- You Died: Wraith shredded you Wraith- You Died: Bogy incinerated you Silas- You Died: There are worse things than sunlight Phi- You Died: Wow, twice in one day? Azazel- You Died: Back where you belong Bogy- You Died: Heaven said no Seiren- You Died: You couldn't handle the holy flames Jet- You Died: Trance stabbed you in the back Hope- You Died: Trance put you out of your misery Trance- You Died: Hope removed you from play

[jd-loves-fiction]

➤”I’d like one order of Mando adventure angst with a side of fluff and a dash of spicy bickering. Enemies to lovers or friends to lovers flavor (whatever’s on the house) and a nice hot bowl of ‘there was only one bed’

Give my compliments to the chef”

➤ genre: Fluff, Adventure, Comedy(?), Enemies to Partners, Angst

➤ wc: 4.9k (holy shit might be my longest request🥴)

➤ 🌙 Requested: @batarella ❤

"Listen, buddy, I got here first." You attempt to reason with the wall of beskar currently pointing his blaster directly at you.

Maybe not the smartest thing to say when first meeting someone of his reputation, but he can only be doing this for one reason. 

He's after the bounty squirming nervously at your feet. And you're in the way.

Why else would he be out here, in the middle of a rocky desert on some faraway planet?

"Step away from him." The voice you hear startles you with its modulated dept. It's more surprising that he even spoke at all, given what you'd heard of the Mandalorian. Although his stature and the silent tension he brings with him is no doubt intimidating, you will not give up so easily after following this bounty so far out from the nearest town. “No.”

His visor tilts to the side, like a frustrated twitch, at your answer. “Maybe.” You rectify, which makes him raise his head in interest. “Do you have a fob?”

“No, I don’t.”

Not that it matters anymore considering yours is broken, but at least now you know he can't follow you if you make a break for it with the bounty. 

“How did you find us?”

“I have my ways.” You nearly roll your eyes at his cryptic response, not like you expected anything else from a Mandalorian.

“Do you know why they sent you?” Knowing your employers, you had a clue on what the reason was. They got impatient.

They’d been pretty determined to get a maximum time needed out of you. You’re almost sure you overstepped it.

But to send a Mandalorian? Seems like a bit much.

“They were afraid you’d run off. That you gave the bounty away to the Resistance.” Of course, those bastards can barely trust themselves, let alone a foreigner.

“Well I didn't, and I won't. So you can lower your blaster and we can do this together.” You offer amicably, not yet loosening your grip on your weapon upon his lack of movement.

“You’re out of time. Your deal is off.”

“That’s just-!” You're cut off by a shot buzzing past you.

"Last warning."

Your jaw drops. How can someone be so damn cold?

You raise your finger assertively, about to give him a piece of your mind, when you notice something move by his hip.

And it's green. With gigantic ears. And huge dark eyes that blink at you curiously.

Your head tilts, mirroring the creature. The Mandalorian follows your eyes to find you looking at the child he’s supposed to be caring for.

“Huh. And who is that cutie?” The blaster already pointed at you raises from where it had begun to slouch, alert and cautious. Noticing this, you readjust your grip on your own weapon.

You and the creature continue to study each other, until the Mandalorian pushes the brown bag to where it rests behind his body protectively.

“Are they yours? I mean, doesn't look like the ears would fit.” You speak just to make conversation, stepping closer with miniscule steps. His gloved hand tightens around his blaster, hoping to remind you that he can still shoot you point-blank.

But he hasn't.

"Can you really do much in front of a kid?" You challenge smugly, still advancing slowly. 

"He's seen me do worse."

"That right?" Another step. "You planning to shoot me today or would tomorrow work better?"

"Are you always this difficult? Just put the gun down-"

You jump towards him, hooking your foot around the back of his knee which makes him fall to the rocky ground immediately, dropping his blaster. Unfortunately, taking down a Mandalorian is no easy task, so he takes you down with him.

He throws his satchel to the side in the nick of time, it lands on a sand pile. His other arm grabs hold of you to pull you down with him.

You point your blaster at him as he lays beneath you, except it is no longer in your hand. Shit. He punches you in the face hard enough that something will turn black soon enough.

As you fall to the ground he gets on top of you, or tries, as you place your feet against his firm chest to keep some distance. You kick him in the helmet, silently thanking the stars your shoes are steel toed.

Your hand only scrapes against dry, red, sand covered rock as you search for a blaster, either would serve. Despite your momentary advantage in light of the Mandalorian’s confusion after being kicked, his hands quickly come down to cover your throat. You feel the creases in the leather as they’re pressed against your skin, and the beskar over the back of his hands against your chin.

But you still attempt to reach a weapon, a rock would do at this point.

Your arms flail wildly with no real direction, only the need to stay conscious, as if movement would help it. You do, however, notice that he’s purposely avoiding your traquia.

He still does not want to kill you. How sweet. Probably just wants to take you back to the bastards who hired you. They’d surely kill you, and much faster too.

Just as the spots in your vision start becoming overpowering, his grip loosens. You inhale greedily, desperately, gasping and coughing at the released pressure. 

You can see his visor move to and fro, searching for something. Once you look to the side, you the child safe in its pile of sand, so it can't be that. 

"Dank farrik! He's gone." The bounty. Right. Shit. 

"Now," you pause, heaving as your lungs struggle to fill up again, "what?"

He places his hands on his hips, thinking for a moment, before turning his visor to where you lay clutching your sore - but not yet bruised - neck. "I'm going after him."

"I'm sorry-?!" You cut yourself off with a cough as you sit up, feeling grains of sand make their way inside your boots and other places. "You're going after him? This is my bounty! I had him, and I would've been fine if you hadn't shown up."

He keeps his stance, probably glaring disapprovingly beneath his helmet. You huff at his unyielding silence, getting up in his personal space and jabbing a finger into his chest plate.

"I'm about to give you a piece of my mind, so you better listen very carefully. I had it! It was my catch. And from what I can tell, it still is. So you better back off, Mando." Venom drips from your lips as you glare at the tin can on his head as if you could put a hole straight through it.

He relaxes, raising his hands again peacefully, palms up, "Alright, I get it. But do you think they'd take him from you now? Let alone later when you actually catch him? They seem pretty vindictive."

"Well, what do you suggest? You're not going on your own."

"And why not?" He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans towards you.

"You don't have a tracking fob." You retort, leaning towards him as well with your hands on your hips.

The Mandalorian pats himself down where he believes to have stored the small device, only to find all those pockets empty. "You little thief!"

"And you're a liar! Plus, you think I'd just let you take my credits? Come on, with your reputation, you should know better than that." You shrug and suddenly Din is acutely aware that the beeping now comes from your hip instead of his.

"Alright, fine, let's do it this way. We'll look for him together and once we catch him, I'll hand him in and we'll split the reward." He explains slowly, carefully, afraid to set you off. 

"Seems good to me." You speak resolutely, thrusting your hand forward firmly, expecting a handshake. 

His helmet tilts down slightly as he looks down at your hand, before he reaches out with his own. Just as the leather meets your skin - in a now less life-threatening way - a coo sounds from somewhere at your feet, making you both look down to see the little green creature looking between the two of you curiously.

You look back at it, mirroring it once more, before it smiles wide revealing its tiny little teeth and, oh, your heart might just actually melt. 

It's large eyes move down from your face, towards your hands.

You suddenly realize neither you nor the Mandalorian had let go of each other's hand and that a large grin has formed on your face due to the adorable baby. It is promptly wiped off as you pull your hand back just as he does. He looks away while you shrug at the child's inquisitive stare, unaware that the bounty hunter had been watching you and marveling at the bond you'd both formed already.

And so you set out together to look for your target, back towards town, where you had begun your chase.

He can't have gone far or in any other direction, not with the unbearable heat and certainly not while handcuffed. He'd die for sure, you just have to hope he's smart enough to know that. 

You walk through town with the fob in your hand, just out of sight. No need for unnecessary attention. The town is tightly crowded, much to your chagrin, so you move slow and are barely able to see over the moving bodies. There’s just too much going on, too many people moving back and forth, shoving past you rudely. If it’d been anyone else - not an experienced bounty hunter - you would have probably been knocked down by the last two men that had scurried past you in a rush.

Without warning, you feel a hand grip your bicep. You immediately ready yourself for a fight, before you realize it belongs to your associate. Once he has your attention, Mando nods towards the edge to the street, against red stone buildings, urging you to follow him. You do, nudging anyone out of the way as you walked against the crowd’s stream.

You’re about to shout over the noise to ask just what the hell he pulled you aside for, considering you’re running out of time, before you follow his visor. Right to a wanted poster of a very familiar scoundrel. From the Resistance? Wanted alive for 8,000 credits?

“That’s one big fish, huh?" You continue to shout in order to be heard over the crowd, which you immediately regret, looking around, paranoid. "Must be important." You comment to yourself. 

You look up to see the Mandalorian's back disappear behind the corner. You quickly follow, catching up to his long strides, "What are you thinking?"

He ignores your inquiry, continuing to practically stomp his way through town. "Hey. Hey!" You call out to no avail. Well, you asked for it.

You reach out, grabbing the man by the back of his cape, tightening it around his neck and making it so he had to lean back to follow your hand in order to keep breathing. Your heart beats faster at the rush of power you feel for a moment. "You better tell me what you're thinking, or this is not gonna work."

He taps your hand repeatedly until you let go, rising to his full height and you're back to feeling slightly intimidated as he stares you down, silently.

"I'm thinking that with a price that high you might actually take the bounty yourself."

"Why-?"

The tracking fob. The small object suddenly burned a whole in your pocket. 

"Oh come on! You were trying to kill me!"

Your voice raises, arms flailing about. You know you're making a scene, considering this street is so much emptier and therefore quieter than the main one, but for the moment, you don't care. Right now, all you want is to put Mando in his place. Something you know is foolish given that he nearly killed you before and could actually do it this time.

"Yes, but it's still stealing." He spoke with that know-it-all, I'm-better-than-you, tone that just gets on your nerves. Bastard.

You raise a finger in the man's direction, fully intending to continue this conversation and clear your name in his eyes - the reason why is unknown even to you - when a shrill giggle cuts through the air. You look to Mando's hip, where the creature (who's name you have yet to learn) sits, pointing ahead to the entrance to the cantina. 

Right at the man of the hour.

What? How?!

The man looks back at you and Mando for a moment, eyes widening as he recognizes you and the fact that this might be it.

Before he takes off running. 

You start running before Mando does, easily catching up to the stout man, who's no longer in cuffs. As you get too close to his liking, he takes out a blaster (that you know isn't his) and tries to shoot you in the head. Only to miss and hit your forearm instead. 

Hurts like a bitch, but it's better than death. 

Out of the corner of your eye you see a steel rope of some kind shoot out and wrap around the fugitive's leg, sending him stumbling face first onto the ground. 

Mando walks over to him, barely winded, standing over the panting man and blocking the sun with his body. You can only imagine the man's terrified expression. 

You quickly take care of your wound as Mando ties the man up enough that he can't move, wincing as you look at the damage made on your skin. The burning nearly stops the bleeding and it hurts so bad you can barely process it, so you don't think about it, you simply level your breathing while wrapping a cloth around the wound and hope for the best considering it's not too big. 

You clutch it to your chest as Mando approaches, pointing at your arm, intending to ask you if you're alright, but you move it to your side before he can. "Are you-"

"We should give him to the Resistance." You speak resolutely, holding back from wincing as your injury rubbed against your pants. It hurt even from beneath a (barely) protective cloth.

“I said ‘we’, so don't you start giving me shit, alright?” You tell him sternly after he crosses his arms, probably getting ready to call you a thief again. “You can't give him to the Resistance because they’ll arrest you, correct?” He nods.

“Well you know bounty hunting isn't exactly legal.”

“You don't have to tell me that, Mando.” You remind him firmly. “So, if we give him to them, we can ask for them to clear your name! And we’ll get double the reward. Two birds with one stone!”

“Do you really think they’d just do that?”

“If someone’s paying 8,000 credits for one guy and specifying they want him alive, then I’d bet they’d do anything to get him, even something as seemingly insignificant as clearing your name.” You explain, gesturing avidly as you do.

A long moment of silence passes before a modulated sigh crackles through Mando’s helmet. “Fine. I’ll go get the Crest.”

“Wait, woah woah woah. Why are you going? How do I know you wont leave me out here?”

“How do I know you wouldn't?” You take a moment to consider his words. He did lie to you, but you did steal from him in a way.

You look down in contemplation, eyes meeting the creature’s. Right, Mando has the kid, who probably isn't fit to be out in this heat for as long as it has.

“He got a name?” You point to the child, who smiles and giggles gleefully.

“Grogu.” You nod, sighing and rubbing your temples. Stars, it’s so hot it feels as if your brain is melting and you can feel a headache coming on.

“You can go. But I want you to swear on your,” You pause for a second, searching for the right word, “honorable code. Swear you’ll come back.”

“You-” The Mandalorian starts, before giving up on protesting at your determined stand, crossed arms and raised chin. “OK, alright. I swear that I’ll come back for you and the bounty. That we need.” He whispers the last part.

“Get to it then. I’m sweating bullets in this heat!”

You sit, back against a nearby rock, searching for as much shade as possible. You don't want to move the bounty back into town for a multitude of reasons, so now you’re stuck just outside of town. Sweat making your clothes stick and it gathers while the headache gets worse and more blood soaks your makeshift bandage, but at least it's silent. That's what you thought about 20 minutes ago, now, you’ve changed your mind.

“The hell did you do to get 8,000 credits on your head?” You ask suddenly, seemingly startling the man who seems to have accepted his fate already.

He sighs, probably just as bored as you, “I have some information they want. That's why they want me alive.” You purse your lips in interest, humming in understanding, before silence falls over you two once more.

Stars, it's hot.

You could cry from relief once you hear the sound of a loud engine getting closer and closer. The 'Crest', as Mando had called it. 

You grab the bounty by the shirt, hauling him to his feet rather roughly and shoving him towards the flying hunk of metal that had just landed. 

The ship. Mando doesn't come out to greet you. 

As the ramp closes and the air is blanketed in a sheet of silence, your mind starts to wander without your permission. You know he has to be handsome under there, what with his broad shoulders and slim waist, deliciously thick thighs and a wonderfully smooth and deep voice that seems to caress your very soul as you hear it. You caught a glimpse of his skin when you pulled at his collar, delightfully tan just begging for you to sink your teeth into it. 

Must be the heat. Surely that is the sole reason why you're fantasizing so vividly about a man whose real name you don't know, whose face you've never seen and oh, a man who tried to kill you. But didn't. 

Sick of your own thoughts and the loud snores of the bounty, you rise to your feet, climbing the ladder that leads to the cockpit. You wince as you put part of your weight on your injured arm, deciding to climb the rest of the ladder one handed instead.

“Are you decent?”  You shout through the thick metal door, hoping Mando can hear you inside the cockpit. When the heavy doors hiss and open, you’re sure he must be.

You sit down in the passenger seat silently, looking up at the stars above for a long moment. The mesmerizing, endlessly dark sky is all that you see at first, from being partially blinded by the fluorescent lights inside the Crest, before the stars come to you, bright speckles that dust the planetary systems all around you. Breathtaking. 

You look back in front of yourself to find Grogu already staring at you, head tilted with a smile that shows the slightest hint of tiny teeth. You smile, leaning forward with a raised brow. He leans closer to you, eyes lingering in the side of your face, the one already darkening from Mando’s blow, before dipping down to the arm you hold close to your chest. You let go of it immediately as he does, wanting to shield him from seeing the blood you know can be seen through the cloth.

The child steps closer, as far as he can while up on the dashboard. Mando has to be avoiding you, before he would've seen that movement otherwise.

It reaches out his small hand, squeezing his eyes as tightly as possible while the green limb twitches. You furrow your brows in confusion, what?

The ache on your skin lessens gradually, as if the wound was being lifted from your skin. You can feel it on your arm, it tickles as your skin connects itself around the wound while the burn disappears as if you’d just placed ice over it.

At some point, your eyes close, lulled nearly to sleep by the lifting of the pain, the feeling left behind makes your skin tingle with energy just beneath, your head feels light for a second, as if the blood moved from there down to heal the wounds.

When you open your eyes, you’re met with Mando’s visor trained on your face, silent in a way you can tell he’s speechless. “Eyes on the road, Mando.” You tell him cheekily, voice cracking unexpectedly.

He turns back forward, pausing his steering to pull Grogu forward and away from the edge, before his hands return to the commands. “So, is it far still?”

“No, just a few more hours. The closest Resistance base is just on the next planet.” His fingers flick switches and pull levers, before he seemingly puts the vehicle on autopilot and turns to you. “You can take the cot, you must be tired.”

You blink at him, “And what about you?”

“I’ll be fine.” He answers gruffly, not sparing you a glance.

“No, it’s gonna be a few hours, and you’ve been awake for about as much as me so if anyone is taking the cot, it’s you.” You argue back firmly.

He sighs, loosening the cape around his neck as a way to calm himself down, you and your selflessness.

“Alright. No promises that I’ll sleep though.” He acts like it’s a huge burden, as if it pains him deeply.

He takes Grogu in his arms and towards his sleeping nook. The small child smiles at you from over his guardian’s shoulder, and you smile back.

Once he’s safely put away and the bounty checked on, Mando leads you to a space just off the main hull space, where a bed - with the thinnest mattress you’ve ever seen - is pulled from the wall. Oh boy, you can already feel your back aching, but it’s better than sitting in the cockpit on those hard chairs.

So you lay down your weapons while he takes off the bulkiest of his armour. You lay down, curled on your side and away from him, knowing he’ll have to cuddle close to fit. You feel his warmth against your back, but you don't feel his touch quite yet, only the ghost of it. Your gut tightens with pity as you know he can’t take his helmet off. That has to be very uncomfortable.

The lights are dim enough that there is no shadow from your bodies on the wall. You can tell by the space he’s put between you, that he’s about to fall off.

“Are you scared of me, Mando? Can I call you Mando?”

“Sure and no.”

“Which one?” You ask mischievously, smirking to yourself while knowing full well what he meant.

He sighs in exasperation, so you let him be. For only a moment before you're back to being snarky. "Surely you've been this close to another human before, perhaps in a more compromising context."

"Yes and it's usually quieter." You think he might not realize what he just said.

You snort, "Must mean you're doing something wrong."

"That's not-! Just, get some sleep." He says tiredly, giving up on the banter you're pushing. You do as he asks, closing your eyes as you feel the heat of his body move closer to you.

You wake up to a rough whisper of your name and a shaking of your shoulder. Eyes open slowly, squinting against the light shining right at them, before something blocks it and eases your discomfort. The large hand on your shoulder doesn't yet move from its place, gently perched and waiting for you to wake up fully. 

You look up to see Mando's helmet over you, seemingly way too close (not that you're complaining), as you can clearly hear him breathe through his modulator. "We're here and we need to talk before you go in."

You follow him to the hull without question, stopping just before the door that leads to it. You rub the sleep from your eyes before blinking up at the bounty hunter, trying to nonchalantly fix your messy hair. 

And though he'd never tell you, he thought you looked adorable in that moment. Rosy cheeks, a faraway gaze, lips pursed to hold back a yawn as you brushed down your hair. He was certainly thankful for his helmet in that moment, considering the heat he felt crawling up his neck and settling on his cheeks. 

"Plan?"

You clear your throat before speaking, "Right. So, it's easy." You raise a hand to his face when Mando sighs deeply. "Simple, really. I go in, tell them I have the bounty and ask for a little something as compensation along with the credits. See? Easy and simple!"

"Do you think they'll take it?" It doesn't sound as skeptical as you would've expected from him. It's sort of hopeful. Even Mando has to admit to himself that getting chased around and having to avoid and run from x-wings at every turn, got pretty exhausting. 

"Let's try it before we start getting doubts." You tell him, determined. "Besides, nothing to lose if you stay hidden, right?"

The planet you landed on is small and green - perfect cover for a Resistance base. You walk along the dirt path leading to it and away from the Crest, coming up to a clearing where you can see the humongous metal doors of the base which seemed to have been dug into a small mountain. 

"Stop! State your business." A voice says through a speaker once you get close enough. 

"I've come to deliver a bounty!" You keep it simple, no use even attempting to be charming with these folks.

Not long after, the doors part to let someone through, who you presume is a general or something of the sort given their intimidating presence and the flock of guards with their weapons trained on you that follow them. 

"We have your credits. Thank you for bringing him to us." You keep your face neutral even as it urges to tremble beneath the pressure of their gaze. You feel the man in question squirm against the arm that grips his bicep. Must really not be a fan. 

"That is not all I want." The supposed general, no need to try and figure that out considering you don't want them to remember you more than necessary, raises a delicate brow. "I would like for you to clear someone's name."

"That is not what we agreed on."

"Yes, well, I didn't agree to it myself, so." You shrug, impressed that the general's face remains stone cold, especially considering how much they probably would like to dispose of you given you're dragging out this exchange for longer than what's really necessary. 

"You are in no place to make demands." One soldier tells you, pulling out his blaster and pointing it at you, getting more of a reaction from the bounty than from yourself as he flinches. 

"Oh, I am in the perfect place to be making demands." You tell him venomously, grip tightening on the man's arm.

"We have you surrounded."

"Just the way I like it." You respond with a wink just to hear the person's stuttering over the modulator on their helmet.

"Very well." The general calls out in order to gain their minions' attention, "Just tell me what name they might be under in our system."

"The Mandalorian. Mando for friends."

Epilogue

"Fuck! Shit, fuck! What was I thinking?!" You yell out in frustration, standing before what remains of your ship, the rest most likely taken by Jawas, who must be long gone by now. "Of course someone would take it apart, why not?! Oh, stars." You wail miserably, crouching into a ball in search of some comfort. 

"Hey, it'll be alright. Don't panic." Mando tells you gently after pulling you to your feet and grabbing your shoulders tightly to ground you. "There's two ways we can do this: we go after those Jawas, get your pieces and fix the ship or," Mando hesitates for a moment, fingers drumming along your skin as he turns the words over and over in his tongue until he feels as if he'll get them right once he says them. "you can come with me until you get enough credits for a new one. 4,000 might not be enough yet, but it's a pretty solid start."

His rare optimism brings a small smile out of you and makes your anger settle down almost completely. You'll no doubt have an even deeper hatred for the little shits, but you don't feel as if you'll punch the next living thing you see.

"I guess catching a ride with you can't be so bad, huh, Mando?"

[jaeminscoffee]

Nemesis (m.)

Nemesis- a formidable rival or opponent.

Pairing- Seo Johnny x reader

Genre- Smut.

Word count- 3.68k (these just keep getting longer)

Warnings- rough sex (is it a Lyra smut if this isn't included), edging, thigh riding, oral (m receiving), size kink, masochism, unprotected sex, begging, Johnny is cocky af. Could be more but i have no clue pfft.

Summary- From your local club, you find yourself in Johnny's bed

You hated Johnny. No, let's rephrase that. 

You hated Johnny's guts. Having him around always made you the second spotlight of the performance. Doesn't matter where, wherever Johnny goes, people swoon over him like a bunch of wasps. Granted, He's got everything a girl could ask for. Looks, attitude, sweet talks, money, body, you name it. 

You had them all too, but Johnny's popularity made you the centre of attention, that is, after him. 

You would've been fine with that if it weren't for his tauntings. He's inevitable. He's everywhere you go. 

You, till date don't know what the universe has against you, but the pair of you got accepted into the same university, the same company, even the same branch. There too, you're the second, Johnny's the ace. 

So having had to hear 'Johnny this' 'Johnny that' 'oh look Johnny's this' had you fuming by the weekend. And here, you've found yourself in the club, two of your girlfriends beside you, trying to calm your about to erupt veins. 

You felt a little free here, maybe even conceited. No Johnny, you had the spotlight. Oh and you knew it. You'd specially picked out your best club outfit, low cut v-neck, the black fabric barely reaching down your ass, tight fitting, highlighting all of your best features. 

Eyes followed every single move of your body as you vibe on the dance floor, letting loose of all previous tension. With your friends beside you, rooting for you, it was perfect. 

It was only after you'd worn yourselves out, you walk towards the bar, each sitting on one of the bar stools, ordering a drink, you hear your friend's fangirl over some guy or girl, could be any them. You down shots after shots, not paying attention to your surroundings feeling way better than you'd felt the entire week. 

"Yo, he just winked in our direction" Stella said from beside you, continuously hitting your arm as you slightly shove her to the side, "One of us is gonna get some action today and i hope it's Y/n" Lola exclaimed, wriggling her eyebrows at you. 

You give her disgusted glare, chuckling as she kept going with her eyebrows. 

"Eesh" you rasp out, feeling the alcohol start to burn your throat. "Why would you even want that" you inquire, Lola turned towards you dramatically, placing her hand on your shoulder, "Because, you look like a sad hot mess, darling. That can't do" she stated, "Agreed" Stella remarked, eyes still undressing the guy she previously mentioned, maybe even the other guys in the room.

"What? No? I look fine?" you say, more like questioning yourself. "you look fine as fuck and sad. So stop wasting yourself here and go get some" Lola retorted, patting your back and then mixing herself up with the crowd. 

"Yeah you see Y/n? I think this guy's absolutely perfect for you" Stella said, once the both of you stood up to go up to the dance floor again. "Which one?" you ask, eyeing the entire place quick, not actually caring. 

She smiled sweetly at you, turning you around, and pushing you with all the force she could muster up. 

"What the fuck-" you exclaim, feeling your body collide with someone. "-That one, babe, have fun!" she said in a singsong voice, joining Lola. 

"I'm sorry-" you look up to the body you just crashed with, feeling yourself turn solid from spite. Why does he appear every fucking where?

"Johnny." you sneered, pulling yourself out of his grip, dusting invisible lint from your dress. The lad in front of you did nothing but smirk, taking your hand in his and bringing it up to his lips, placing a soft kiss there, taking you off guard. "Y/n." he responded. 

As much as you hated him, you felt yourself drowning in his honey eyes, the party lights in the club making him look ethereal, pulling you out of your facade for a second, before you step out of it, glaring at him again. "Here alone?" he inquired. 

"None of your business" you said, comically as he'd have clearly seen you with two other girls. 

"I see, What got you here?" he further asked. 

"None of your fucking business." you hiss. Johnny let out an airy chuckle, "Aren't you in a bad mood" he asked. "Does that have anything to do with you" you ask through gritted teeth. 

"Practically, no. But I need to make sure if my runners-up is doing fine or not" he said, double tapping your cheeks with his palm. You felt the coldness you previously had melt down, replacing it with nothing more than pure hatred and annoyance. 

"Fuck you, Seo." you reply in a tight voice. "Oh, she's getting annoyed, isn't she?" he said, voice teasing clearly trying to get up your nerves. 

"No." you retort, turning back wanting nothing but to leave the room in order to not breathe the same air as Johnny. "Really, doll?" Johnny asked, bending down to look at you straight in the eye. It felt intriguing, you were drawn to his gaze, trying to break out but to no avail. You look away, clearing your throat, looking back at him. "Yes." you say. Johnny walked closer, "Say.. Does my presence annoy you?" he inquired, obviously knowing the answer, "Yes.." You said, lowly due to the proximity. 

"Then why aren't you walking away?" he asked, you let out a sigh, knowing even if you want to walk away, your friends won't take that well. "Because I can't," you reply, gesturing at your two friends standing still, watching your exchange of words. He looked at them, then back at you with a smirk on his face. 

"I see. That's good. Because I've been dying to tell you this one thing" he moved closer, pushing your hair back, pulling you close by the waist, leaning into your ears, 

"I've got this strong urge to rip that dress and fuck your attitude out of you." 

-x-

That's how after a 10 minute ride, you find yourself, flat against Johnny's wall, hands on either side of your face as the lad didn't fail to explore even one corner of your mouth. 

Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, he looked extremely appealing. That sentence he'd spoken had gotten you all weak in the knees, palms flat against his chest, as you immediately pressed your lips against his at the club. 

This was another thing you hated about him. He's just so fucking fine not even incubus or other sex gods could say no to anything he says. 

You try breaking away from his grip on your hands, wanting desperately to touch him, feel him. 

"Stop squirming." he said sternly, breaking the intense kiss having a string of saliva connect the lips still. His eyes roaming all over your body, technically eye fucking you. 

"Then let me fucking go" you roared, chest heaving from the previous make out, breathing in the air containing his manly musk. Johnny's head made his way towards the side of your face, nuzzling on the flesh before retorting to your earlobe, nibbling on it, you hear him hum. "Hm, why should i do that, doll?" his voice deep. 

"Do you need a fucking reason to let me go?" you ask, rubbing your thighs together, his height making you feel extremely small, turning you on incredibly. 

"If you want the dick better watch your attitude baby, i don't like brats." he replied, biting down on the skin of your neck, making you hiss slightly. 

"Does it seem like i care-ah!" you yelp, feeling yourself get lifted off the floor, you look at him. 

"Behave." he said slow, having the freedom of moving your hands now you immediately pulled his head closer to yours, locking his lips with yours, biting down on his bottom lips. 

He broke away first. Looking at you with nothing but shock and lust. 

"I get what i want, Seo. You don't tell me to behave" you remark, a smirk evident on your face. You hear him let out a chuckle as you felt yourself being thrown down onto the bed. "Not with me baby, you behave, you get what you want. Act like a fucking brat i won't hesitate to put you in your place." his eyes had gone dark, voice dangerously low. 

Johnny made his way towards the bed, shirt already disposed along with his black denim jacket, he eyed your spread our body, admiring each and every curve as you gawk at his toned middle, chest chiselled adding onto why Johnny Seo is oh so perfect. The anger you felt, turning into pure lust, desire of wanting nothing more than for him to ruin you. 

"Behave you say, well you're in for a long ride, Seo. I don't like behaving" you taunt, sending a wink in his direction, moving back the bed as he crawled forward towards you. 

His demeanor was intimidating as he stared down at you with his cold eyes catching your ankle stopping you from crawling further up.

"I shouldn't even give you anything with that attitude of yours, baby." he said, pulling his body over yours, placing hands on either sides of your face, weighing his body down in order to not crush your bones.

"You're saying that cause you know you can't satisfy my needs. Poor baby boy," you feign empathy, running the back of your fingers down his face slowly, feeling his jaws clench.

With one pull, he had himself seated towards the edge of the bed, with you on the floor in front of him, seated between his legs, looking down at the floor as you try calming yourself from the sudden movement.

You felt hands grip your hair, pulling it back, forcing you to look up into his eyes. They were now void of any emotion. It scared you the slightest, but you didn't show it.

"When i said behave. You should've fucking listened, brat." he said, voice dripping venom, making your clench your thighs together, the feeling of vulnerability and how small you felt, made you needier than intended. 

His grip on your hair wasn't soft, your roots felt like they'd detach any second, but you enjoyed every second of the pain. 

You open your mouth to make another cocky retort, when the force of the tug intensified. "Better shut your little mouth and put it for another use." he said, pulling you in closer, his pants discarded behind you as the red angry shaft his toned stomach, the red tip dripping precum making your mouth water, the knot in your lower abdomen tightening.

He looked at you with a demanding look, eyes narrowed as you look up at him, eyes basically begging. 

"Suck." is all it took, and you pounce at his member, earning a throaty groan from Johnny. You start at the tip, licking the slit, clearing of all the white substance there, then slowly wrapping your lips around the head, sucking in gently, wanting to tease him as much as possible. 

Johnny rested both his hands on your head, pulling the hair back in a makeshift ponytail, trying to push your head further down.

"Stop teasing or you'll j-just make it worse for yourse-fuck.." he couldn't complete his sentence as you lower down completely, almost till the base, before pulling away feeling the head hit the back of your throat, activating your gag reflex. 

Not letting you pull away fully, he pushed you back down, mouth open ajar, hitting your throat again, resulting in tears forming in your eyes. 

You bop your head up and down, "That's right baby, uh-" he inhaled sharply as you hollow your cheeks, sucking in too hard. 

You kept moving your head up and down, Johnny setting the pace with his hands still on your hair. You feel your jaws starting to hurt, neck starting to cramp a bit so you move your head faster, desperate to get him to his orgasm. But he had other plans. 

You reach out between his thighs, still sucking and licking on the shaft, hands palming his palms, causing him to jerk his hips forward. 

"Fuck Y/n stop" he tapped your cheeks as he felt his high approaching, but you didn't stop, rather you started bopping your heas faster, with more aggression.

"Ah! s-stop" he said, growing sensitive having his orgasm just by the doorstep. 

Seconds before reaching his high, he tore you away from his dick with a sharp pull, causing you to hiss in pain, and whine in desperation of wanting to taste him. 

You sat there still, wiping your mouth as drool had managed to escape amidst the blowjob while Johnny sat by the bed, looking at the floor trying to catch his breath. 

Once calm and normal, he looked up at you, eyes burning with anger and lust. 

He got up from the bed, while you stayed seated on the floor, making his way towards you with slow, agonizing steps.

"When i say stop.." he took a step forward, the anger in his eyes scaring you completely, making you crawl back. 

"You stop." he took another step forward, you moving backwards. 

"Then tell me. Why didn't you." he bellowed.

You stop your chest from heaving that fast, as he keeps moving forward, you soon find your back hit the wall, nowhere else to escape. 

"Because i didn't want to" you rasp out. 

Johnny took one large step forward, bending down, wrapping his fingers around your throat, standing up, pulling you by your neck, causing you to stand up along with him. 

"You are such a fucking brat.." he rasped out through grit teeth, jaw tense. 

He tightened the grip, moving closer as his figure towered yours, "You look so small, yet you have that attitude. Fucking respectable" he roared pulling you along and throwing you onto the bed the second time. You let out the breath you didn't know you holding in, eyes shut tight, opening once you regained the oxygen he'd cut off a few seconds away. 

Johnny moved up to you, pulling your body towards the edge, ripping your dress off your body, the material of your panties being ripped into two too, as you moan silently at his sudden aggression.

"You're so fucking wet, just like a good little slut. But nope she has to have a fucking attitude" he said, shoving two fingers straight into your core without a warning, causing you to scream. Your juices splattered around from the movement of his fingers, squelching noises produced by how wet you are as Johnny showed no signs in slowing down. 

"John oh!" you moan out. 

His fingers were knuckle deep inside you, curling and pumping in again, brushing the soft spot. You jerk forward, hips moving along his fingers as he pressed the pad of his thumb onto your clit, driving you closer towards the edge. "Mm fuck.. " your voice small, feeling yourself clench around his fingers at the thought of being completely in his mercy. And oh is he merciless. 

"Oh? You seem close, right, pretty doll?" he questioned. You were unable to answer as his fingers moved faster and faster, not able to form a comprehend able sentence only letting out lewd noises. 

His free hand came flat down on your clit, causing you to jerk forward, "Fucking answer me." he resumed playing with your clit. Your knuckles turned white from how hard you were gripping the sheets. "y-yes, i..oh fuck.. I am!" your face contort out of pleasure, feeling the orgasm just two steps away, immediately fading away as Johnny removed his fingers from in you. 

"Come on!" you cry out, feeling your high go further and further away. 

"Hm? What happened baby?" he said, face portraying fake sympathy. 

"Johnny, I was so close!" you let out a sob, unknown to the fact that tears had started falling. You hear him let out laugh, "Yeah you made that clear, didn't know your pussy that strong" he replied, removing the last piece of clothing article from your body, both of your bodies covered in sweat, glistening the light reflecting from the window. 

"Johnny.. Please" you desperately try voicing out, wanting nothing more than a release. "oh she can beg! Pleasant surprise" he marveled. "Say, will you behave?" he asked, eyes narrowed looking at you as you let out a chain of sobs. 

"No if you can't make me fucking cum-" you scream out before being able to complete the sentence, his fingers shoved back into you. 

You were sensitive, shitless, your walls hurt and your orgasm denial was still fresh. "So being treated as a slut it is." he grunted, moving his fingers in an inhumanly pace, his other hand over your waist, holding you down flat onto the sheets as you grip that hand in a tight hold. 

"Oh fuck.." your breathing fastened, feeling the previous orgasm come back to life. 

"you look so fucking good, so small, so desperate for me" Johnny added pressure back onto your clit, rubbing fast circles. 

"Ah!" you yelp when you feel him add a third fingering, curling and twisting inside of you, as you feel yourself reaching your high. You let a cry, orgasm almost there, but one last shove and he removed his finger, leaving your core desperate and pulsating. 

"Johnny please!" you cry out louder, tears pouring down your cheeks faster as you grip onto his hands. He looked at you with a smirk on his face. 

"Want to cum?" he asked, shoving his fingers into his mouth, licking your juices off of it. 

"Yes! Oh yes please!" you reply, nodding your head frantically. 

Johnny acted as though he was thinking for a while, "Well.." he started. 

"You gotta work for it babe" he placed a kiss on the inside of your thigh. "So. Be a good little girl and beg for my dick." he said, seeing you all fucked up, hair all over the place, lipstick smudge, tears running down your face and so small, vulnerable yet you looked gorgeous. 

Now you see, all the rationality you'd previously had was all thrown out the window. You wanted the release. You needed that release. 

"Please, please fuck me Johnny, i promise I'll be a good girl! Just.. Please put your dick inside me, I swear I feel good!" you cry out, spreading your legs further open, as he sees your core glistening. Johnny let out a low growl, wasting not a second, holding you by your hip as you aligned himself by your entrance, the tip poking in. 

He looked at you, seeing you stare back at him, and kept his eyes on you as he pushed in all the way, watching your face contort out of pleasure and maybe the slightest mix of pain. 

"You're fucking right, princess-" he started, pulling his member out completely, before shoving it in, you scream, extremely sensitive but nothing you couldn't take.

"You feel extremely good. So fucking tight" his pace was fast, hips steady, no signs of it going sloppy anytime soon. Your orgasm was fast approaching, the build up begging you for it to be released, he pushed in further, leaning down and capturing your lips in a slow kiss in contrast to the pace of his hips. 

"Joh-n.. I'm g-gonna.. fuck!" you couldn't complete the sentence yet the message was delivered. "Let go baby, it's fine" he said, going faster, rubbing circles onto your clit to encourage your orgasm. 

You cum with a loud moan, clenching around him, trying to shut your legs close from the intensity of the orgasm, but his legs in between stopped you from doing that. 

Johnny slowed down for a movement to help you calm a bit but not stopping completely. Growing impatient as you take your own sweet time to calm down, he gripped your thigh from the bottom, lifting it up to let your leg dangle off his shoulder.

He started fast again, your clenching pulling him closer and closer towards the edge.

You pant heavily, "Johnny i can't.." sensitive from all the edging and the high that not even a second ago. Causing a faint pain in your core, getting you all worked up ready for your second orgasm again. 

Oh how you were a sucker for pain. 

"Yes you can. And you will" he said, going deeper, slowed to feel each and every inch of your inside, feeling you clench around him again. 

"Shit.." Johnny rasped out, feeling his high approaching from your constant pressure on his member.

He went faster, the only sounds in the room being those inhuman sounds coming from both of you, skin slapping and the sound of your wet core being pounded at. 

"Johnny!" your voice wobbly from all the cries and moans, clenching around him faster wanting him to cum faster and get this over with. 

"Fuck baby, scream my name again, I'm so, so close" his voice cracked, hips stuttering, but shoved into you powerfully once again. 

"Johnny, ah!" your feeble voice screaming, your small cunt taking him this well, and your constant clenching pulled his last string. 

You felt him twitch inside of you, then seconds later his seeds coated the walls of your core, driving you to your second orgasm, as Johnny rode the two of you out of your high with his deep voice letting out gasps and groans. 

Johnny flopped down beside you panting from the action, the room smelled of sex. 

After a while of quietness filling the air, Johnny broke it first. 

"Well that was.. Something" his voice was more raspy than ever, as you gulp down the dryness from your throat. 

"Yeah.." you reply tiredly.

"Want to go for a second round and see who lasts longer this time?" Johnny let out jokingly with no actual intention of doing so. 

You turn to your side with a little bit of struggling, wrapping your hands around his torso as you pull your body closer to his.

"Just shut the fuck up and cuddle me"

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Say the Word

Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. SMUTTY. I listened to Trey Songz' Jill (Sumn Real) as I wrote. Enjoy!

The bedroom door closed softly, clicking into place. Two soft thuds sounded through the room as he stood before you with dominance. Erik had been waiting for this moment since they first locked eyes in the strobe lighting of the club. Your hips swaying had been what called to him. The hug of your dress complimented the confidence you'd held. When you caught his gaze and sent him a wink, he almost lost it.

That's when he knew he had to have you.

Now you were left alone with him. His dark eyes trailed their gaze over your body before he smirked. Here before you was the sexiest man you'd ever seen, someone you never would've thought you had a chance with. Liquid courage was real and you were thankful. Broad shoulders and strong arms hidden in his long sleeved shirt, golden chain around his neck. You'd only known a little about him. His name, where he lived, and that he drove a fancy ass foreign car. And in a matter of minutes, you'd be adding his sex skills to that list.

"Here.." His deep voice demanded as he motioned for you to come to him. Pointing to the area before him. You looked into his darkened eyes, feeling a bit frightened and aroused all in one. He smirked at your hesitation, seeing that you actually was a bit shy. That liquid courage was wearing off. He'd suspected it, but you just gave him conformation. Oh the fun he'd have with you.

He slowly maneuvered to you, taking in your curvaceous body. Your thick thighs caused your dress to inch higher than you'd wanted. From the way you occasionally tugged at the tight material he could tell it bothered you a little. He'd had a liking for heavier women, and he wouldn't hide it from anyone.

"You can relax around me, you know that right?" You could feel his breath on the back of your neck as he pressed against your backside. Sending a chill down your spine. You felt his trapped erection, confirming the thoughts of his size. Your impure thoughts were in motion as you closed your eyes, relaxing in his arms.

"Yeah, I know.." You pressed your ass against him, letting your freaky side emerge. He groaned at your teasing. A chuckle left his lips before he bent you forward, making your face press against the cool sheets of his bed.

"Then act like it.." A single hand massaged the soft cushion of your ass. If you wanted to act up, he'd straighten you out. His thick fingers pulled your panties to the side, swiftly brushing a finger into the wet mound in front of him. Your water glazed your inner thighs and he hadn't even began forreal. You moaned out, managing to nudge him away with your ass.

You climbed on the bed, removing your underwear teasingly. "Make me.." Your legs opened to him as you fell back on the bed. In all honesty, you needed him to fuck you up. He growled at the challenge, stepping forward as he caught your addictive scent.

"You sure you wanna test me, princess?" His right hand found your neck, tightening his grip slowly. You laid your hand atop his as he chuckled. His eyes held a glint of something.g before it faded. You had no idea who you were dealing with.

Releasing your neck, he trailed kisses down your stomach. He growled as he eased two fingers into your awaiting folds. That alone had you arching off the bed. He wasted no time before his tongue lapped up your wetness.

"Fuckkk.." He hummed as his nose brushed against your clit. "I love the way this pussy taste.." You instantly let out a loud moan, causing him to smile. A hint of aggression. His free hand sent a hard smack to your thigh as you cursed. Slurping and nibbling on your swollen bud, he'd gained your loud whimpers.

Erik enjoyed sweetly torturing you as you made sounds that had his dick jumping. His beard had no choice but to be drenched from the way he sloppily ate. Making a mess between your thighs. You had your fingers gripping his dreads, head thrown back as you groaned.

"Erik, baby..Please.." You begged for mercy, feeling your thighs clench. You'd never felt this way with any man since ever. They had mostly used you for their pleasure and you'd finish off after you kicked them out of your apartment. But Erik? Gahdamn.

"Nah baby, gimme that pussy.." He watched your body jerk as you came hard over his fingers. Eyes rolling back when he didn't let up. You couldn't control your continuous cream as you covered your face with your hands. Erik immediately dove back into your nectar, wanting more.

Your hips jerked beneath him, weakly attempting to find safety from his mouth. He'd stopped and chuckled when you whimpered, looking up at you as tried to calm your shaking thighs. You slowly slid towards the head board and away from him as he wiped his mouth and beard.

Erik slipped off his shirt, exposing the scars you'd felt as your rubbed his body on the ride here. He'd hid his abs and biceps with that famed shirt. And you were thankful it was gone. His pants went next, after his shoes thudded against the floor. A cocky smirk adorned his lips as he watched you admire him.

He crawled onto the bed, licking his plump lips at the sight of you half naked. All for him. He admired your stomach and soft thighs that he wished could smother his face once again. You stared up at his handsome features as he pinned your arms above your head. His free hand lifting yout leg onto his shoulder. You caught a glimpse of his freed length when he slid off his boxers. Good Lord..

"Don't tell me you tryna tap out, baby.." His lips brushed against your earlobe as he spoke. Amusement laced in his words. You shivered at the feeling before he pushed into you. Your lips parted as you took in his swollen snake, stretching you gently.

Taking the opportunity, he kissed you to muffle your whimpers. His lips were so soft. You tasted yourself on them, humming in approval. Erik cursed softly, grinding his hips into you. Slowly, he built up speed. His deep strokes causing you to cry out, tears sliding down your cheeks. A loud curse spilled from your lips as he kissed a tear away.

"You feel me, baby?" He moaned into your skin, burying his face into your neck. You felt like heaven wrapped around him, wetting up his lower half. Sounding off the wetter you became. He felt you nod as an answer since you were unable to let out anything but moans. You were just where he wanted you, in his arms.

"What happened to that shit you was talking, huh?" He drilled deeper, moaning out just as loud as you. You hummed in pleasure at that. Your sex coated Erik's dick with cream for the second time. Pushing a hand to his stomach, you managed to slip him out. You just needed a second, and so did he.

"Shit.." You exhaled, looking to the ceiling. But Erik wasn't done. Deciding that your break had been long enough, he attacked your lips. They'd been teasing him all night.

His sex drive was high and most women loved that about him. At least the ones he actually blessed with his ability. The others only heard through the grape vine.

"Ass in the air.." Slowly, he helped you to get on all fours. Your legs felt as though they'd give out, but honestly you didn't care. Your night with this man would be one to remember.

You pleaded for him to be gentle with you. And he hummed as acknowledgment. Your walls stretched around him as you both moaned out together. The sensation was enough to make any man weak. He grabbed your waist, tilting his head back as he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth. Golds pressing into his lip. The warmness of you welcomed him with each plunging stroke.

"You running from me, baby?" He groaned, slapping your ass and watching it bounce against him. "This dick too good?" You felt her body tingle before Erik groaned her name. His strokes became sloppier as he mumbled about how bad he needed you. You'd spilled over him once more before he pulled from your essence, emptying onto your round assets.

It was almost picture perfect, to him at least. Although he wanted another round, he could tell you needed a break. So he allowed it.

Silence filled the air comfortably aside from the heavy breathing. You grinned as you laid against the sheets. "I never thought I'd meet a man to match my sex drive.." You found the strength to lift on to your elbows, looking back at Erik as he cleaned the mess he'd made on your backside. When he finished, he disappeared to the bathroom again to dispose of the towel.

You listened as he spoke of how it was his job to please you. "You fine as fuck and you deserve good dick. Its hard not to want to please you.." He returned from the bathroom, chuckling as you laid care free. As a habit, you cursed before pulling the cover over your naked body.

Erik tugged the sheets away before admiring you. His dick rising again as he did so. "You ain't gotta cover up, baby. You ain't got shit to be ashamed of... Trust me." He pulled you closer to him, kissing on your neck when he'd finally found his place between your parted thighs.

Your breasts pressed against him as he nibbled on your warm skin. His hands roamed to your thighs, dick laying between the two of you. "Erikkk, quitt." You moaned as he worked on creating a hickey. To mark you as his.

His tip pushed into you again as he pressed a kiss between your breast. "You really want me to stop, baby?" Your nails grazed his skin as he slowly started his grinding. "All you gotta do is say the word.."

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