#ignore the blood dripping down the stairs she’s just a girl

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Stray Kids Reaction - You Disappear While Pregnant [Mafia Edition]

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - January 2024

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TW: mentions of violence, blood and swearing

CHAN:

Things had been feeling weird all day to Chan, you hadn't replied to any of his messages when usually you were the text-back immediately type of person - with him at least. But he tried to put off the uneasy feeling he got when he thought about it all, the two of you were strong as a couple and him worrying you about not replying wasn't the type of man that he was.

"Changbin, make sure Yn has had something to eat today," Chan said as he came through the door of your shared home, expecting to see you curled up on the sofa doing something but you were nowhere to be seen. It was unlike you to not come and greet him so he figured maybe you were tired and had gone to sleep. Maybe even just popped into the garden and hadn't heard him arrive home.

"She's not here," Changbin called from upstairs, panic began to wash over Chan as he thought through his day. You hadn't said anything the night before about going out and you hadn't been responding to him. Within seconds Chan was making his way up the stairs and into your shared bedroom where he found some of your clothes missing and a suitcase was gone too.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Chan screamed making his way to the bathroom and finding a bunch of your overnight supplies were missing too. This wasn't like you, you weren't the type to run away and it wasn't as though the two of you had just had a fight. Everything was going great for you both, god, you were getting married in less than a year now and Chan thought everything was okay.

"I've started a search and Felix is watching the cameras to see where she went. We'll find her." Changbin said as he watched Chan in the bathroom, he was just sitting on the edge of the tub looking down at the floor trying to rack his brain for any reason you might have done this.

"Just find her, tell me when you do but don't make a move." He mumbles, standing up from the side of the tub and knocking over a bin failing to notice the positive pregnancy test that had fallen onto the floor. 

It had been eight months since you walked out on Chan and they had been the worst eight months of your life, every day was a struggle and it didn't help that you were pregnant.

"Not now, please not now." You groaned as you held onto your bump, letting out a sharp breath as you tried your best to ignore the pain in your back. God, it felt as though someone was stabbing you repeatedly as you prayed for the train to hurry and arrive where you needed to be.

"Mummy, that woman peed herself." A little girl giggled before the train stopped and you hurried off of it and in the direction of some metal seats on the train station platform. It wasn't time, it was too early for the baby to be coming right this second and you were nowhere near a doctor and you weren't about to give birth to your baby on a train platform. 

"Do you need me to call you an ambulance?" The mother of the little girl asked as she made her way over to you, you studied her face for a second before nodding your head. You'd grown a little paranoid since running away from Chan, you knew he was probably doing everything within his power to find you and it wasn't something you wanted to happen. You needed him to stay away from you,

"That won't be necessary." A voice said from the side, you stared over in the direction to see a very panicked-looking Chan making his way toward you. There was sweat dripping down his forehead and he was red in the face, clearly, he'd been running but you had no idea how he'd found you. You weren't in Seoul anymore, you left the second you had the chance to.

"She needs medical attention, she's in labour." The woman argued but you couldn't get words out to tell her to stop you were in far too much pain.

"I'll get her to the hospital," Chan said before Felix and Jeongin escorted the lady and her daughter away and you whimpered a little.

"Channie-" You whimpered out, tears streaming down your cheeks,

"It's nice to know you still like that nickname," His voice came out cold as a group of men began to make their way over to you and you stared at the one in the centre before trying to get up.

"Sit." He ordered gently placing his hand on your shoulder.

"I-I need to go, I can't be near you." You hissed trying to move but Chan was holding your hand, refusing to let you go.

"C-Channie please." You begged your eyes scanning the man at the other end of the platform.

"He said we can't...W-We can't be together." Just like that everything began to click into place for Chan. The only reason you'd left the way you did months ago was because of Hongjoong, he'd told you that it wasn't the right thing for Chan and threatened you to leave without saying anything.

"Who did?" He growled out, your eyes flicking behind him.

"Hongjoong...He said a baby will ruin things." Time suddenly moved slowly as you watched Chan stare over at his advisor and back down at you.

"That's why you ran?" You hated that you couldn't answer him with words and nodded at him.

“Fuck what they think, fuck what anyone thinks. It won't ruin anything, our little baby will only make things better." He promised you as you heard sirens coming.

He was right, of course, he was he always was, but your little girl had only made things better between you and Chan and even made some of his men more loyal to him. They protected you more than ever whenever you were out alone with just you and your little girl and Hongjoong had been demoted so he was no longer able to speak to you - something you'd begged Chan to do instead of killing the man

MINHO:

Everything was too much when you were with Minho and everything pushed you over the edge until there was no coming back from it.  For a while, it seemed that all the two of you ever did was fight and scream at one another and you'd finally had enough and just left. No note, you'd choose a week where you knew he was going to be so busy with his own world that he wasn't going to notice you gone. A week gave you enough time to disappear into the world with a new identity and to create a whole new life for yourself.

Or so you'd thought.

It had been even harder to do this for yourself since you happened to be pregnant. Something you had no idea at the time of running away until it was too late. It wasn't until your third month when you found out and there was no way you were going back, even if you didn't think you could raise a baby alone you were still going to do everything within your power to try.

"Are you sure you're okay walking home alone? I can get Angel to walk with you." Your boss stated as he watched you heading for the door of the bar. Angel was one of the bouncers who worked there, someone who looked like he could scare the stripes off a tiger.

"Nah, I'm good. I'll catch the train so there's no point." You shrugged before heading out into the dark of the night and making your way through the alleyway.

For eight months your life had been good, you'd gotten away from Seoul and everyone who ever knew you, you had a new identity you went by and no one could connect you to Minho anymore. You worked your own job, had your own place - sure it wasn't the best but it was still home - and your boss was even letting you bring your kid to work since he knew how badly you needed the money.

"So this is where you've been hiding?" A voice sounded from behind you and you didn't need to see him to know it was Minho and it felt like your whole world was coming down around you.

"How did you find me?" Your voice shook but you didn't turn around to face him just yet, you didn't know if he knew about your pregnancy.

"It wasn't easy. I taught you well."

"I was a fast learner." You mumbled a little, you knew this was going to end with him seeing your bump but you couldn't bring yourself to face him.

"Why did you run off, little bird?" The nickname he had for you made your heart flutter and you hated that he still had that kind of effect on you after all this time. But then again, it didn't matter how much time passed you still found yourself hopelessly in love with him.

"I had my reasons." You pulled your coat tighter around yourself but it did little to hide the bump that you were sporting,

"Another man?" You scoffed a little at him you both knew that there was no way you'd ever do that to him.

"You know I'd never do that."

"True. So what was it?" You heard his steps getting closer to you until he was right behind you and you slowly turned to face him, letting your coat fall down to the sides.

"Pregnant," His voice came out in a whisper and he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"You need to come back." He stated plainly, his eyes not leaving the bump you had but you were shaking your head at him,

“I don't think I can come back. Too much has happened, too much…water has passed under the bridge. I can't do with the fights anymore Minho, I can't." You choked out before you felt a pain in your back and you bent over a little clutching onto your stomach.

"You're pregnant with my child, you're coming home."

"N-No...I need the hospital," You whimpered looking at Minho who was already on the phone to emergency services.

"I've had Felix and Changbin fix the office into a nursery," Minho told you as he walked into the room to see you feeding your little boy.

"Did you tell them about needing to get more diapers?"

"I've got Chan and Seungmin on that job," He smiled proudly walking over and kissing the top of your head. It was going to take a long time to repair your relationship but a family together was something you were going to build from.

CHANGBIN:

You'd walked out on him, you'd just packed up your shit and walked away from him. You'd seen no point in staying in a relationship with someone who was never even there for most of it, missing birthdays and anniversaries that the two of you were supposed to share. You'd just walked out and tried to never look back, but it was damn near impossible when you were pregnant with his kid. Something he was also never there for, he'd never shown any interest in your baby, never came to appointments or shopping with you.

"Do you think he knows we're here?" You asked your bump as you looked out of the window. You were six months pregnant and constantly on the run which wasn't good, your doctors told you it wasn't good but what were you meant to do when one of the most powerful men in the world was looking for you?

There were sirens outside and you slid back into bed, sighing a little as you tried your best not to focus on what was going on outside. You were in one of the sketchiest neighbourhoods you'd ever seen and you were praying the lock you had on the door would be enough to keep you safe tonight.

“I've already lost her once I'm not going to lose her again,” Your eyes flew open and you saw Changbin standing at the end of your bed but it wasn't the room you'd fallen asleep in. Instead, all of the walls around you were white and there was a loud beeping coming from the side of you

"What the fuck?!" You screamed as you stared at him and then at the other men trying to see if you knew any of them but none of them felt familiar to you.

"Leave," Changbin ordered making a bunch of men you'd never seen before leave the room and you stared at him confused as to how he'd gotten you to a hospital without you waking up once.

"Glad you finally woke up princess," He sat down beside your bed and you stared at him, studying his face before folding your arms over your chest.

"You've resorted to kidnapping now?"

"If it means you'll come home, yes." You roll your eyes at him, of course, he would expect you to just come home after he'd done nothing to fix what he did in the past.

"Why? So you can ignore me and the baby for the rest of our lives?" You hissed bitterly before Changbin's hand took yours and he shook his head at you.

"I would never-"

"You never came to any appointments, you always forgot our anniversaries and my birthday. I was going to put our son through that!" You cut him off angrily and his eyes softened,

"He's a boy?" Tears began to build up in his eyes as he stared at you and you swallowed the lump in your throat.

"Yes...Yes, he's a boy." You mumbled before looking at the screen beside your bed, your heart rate and your son's were both displayed on the screen.

"I'll have them fix the nursery then. I'd been painting it to be pink." He chuckled a little taking his phone out of your pocket and leaving you even more confused than before.

"What?"

"I hadn't been ignoring you...w-well I had but I'd been working on a surprise. I was convinced we were having a girl so I had the nursery made up pink." He admitted before you whimpered a little.

"You did all of that?" You quizzed wondering where this side of him had been the whole time you’d known him

"I did, I would never just ignore you." You sniffled a little as tears began to roll down your face.

"You still kidnapped me." You reminded him as if he could ever forget. He’d spent months tracking you down and it was the best plan he’d ever done.

"With good reason." He added with a sly smirk making you giggle a little at him

"Still a crime," 

"When has that ever bothered me?" He smirked before kissing you gently.

HYUNJIN: EXTRA TRIGGER WARNING! Reader is slapped by a third party!

You slowly lifted your head and looked around your surroundings, nothing had changed in god knows how long you'd been here and you don't know why you held out hope for it to chance in the first place. The men that had taken you told you that the only reason you weren't dead was because of the baby, something that they were going to use as leverage over your husband.

"Morning sunshine, want some food?" One of the men - Lucas as you found out - taunted as he waved around food in front of you before eating it and making lewd sounds about how good it tasted. All of them made you feel physically sick to your stomach, they would taunt you with food or drinks whenever they had it only to give you just enough table scraps to keep you healthy.

"Hyunjin is going to kill you when he finds me." You spat out, looking up at the ceiling and whimpering a little. You were about eight months pregnant which meant at any point any stress could send you into an early labour and you were doing everything within your power to make sure it didn't happen. You weren't going to let a group of men take your daughter away.

"If he finds you, any day now you're going to pop, give us what we want and we'll kill you." You swallowed the lump in your throat because you knew he was right. If Hyunjin hadn't found you by now then there was a slim chance that he wasn't going to find you before you gave birth and it worried you.

You'd always had faith and trust in your husband but you didn't know how many days or even weeks you'd been here, you'd lost count since the men would sedate you to move you from a bed and back to a chair where they left you tied up for hours.

"The doc is coming later to check on the baby," Croft said as he looked at Lucas who simply nodded at him and went back to eating his food in front of you. 

The doctor who had come to see you was really nice, great even and you could have sworn you'd seen him before.

"The baby is healthy, both of them have a healthy heartbeat but there is one slight problem." Your heart broke at the idea of a problem with your child.

"Is she okay?!" You panicked earning a slap across the face from Lucas for speaking out when you weren't supposed to and you whimpered looking down at the floor.

"The child is fine, the problem is Lucas." Before Lucas could question what was happening shots rang out throughout the warehouse and multiple men were shot dead on the floor leaving just you, the doctor and Lucas alive with a gun pointed at his head.

"Cut her free," The doctor ordered as a metal shutter began to open, you squinted in the direction and saw Hyunjin making his way through with a giant smile on his face.

"I knew you'd come but what took so fucking long!?" You screamed as you were finally free from the chair and slowly stood up.

"The little rat is too good at covering his tracks," Hyunjin grumbled as he held your face in his hands turning it from side to side as if he were checking you over. Once he saw that you were fine he let you go and turned his focus on the man that had taken you.

"You know," You started as you stared around the warehouse where about 60 of Hyunjin's men were waiting with their guns trained on him,

“There’s an unspoken rule where if this many people are trying to kill you, then you should be dead already.” You grumbled before Hyunjin wrapped his arm around you and nodded at his men, giving them the all clear for what they needed to do.

JISUNG:

What on earth made you think that you could do this? You couldn't do this and you were nowhere near ready like you thought you were. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you laid your head back on the edge of the bathtub, the water filled with blood and whatever else was coming out of you at this point and you cried to yourself.

"Fucking arsehole!" You screamed gripping the edges of the grungy tub that you were laid in, screaming out in agony as you tried to do the breathing techniques you'd been reading about. 

Everyone had told you how beautiful birth was going to be but none of them told you about the pain you were going to feel, like how you felt as though someone was ripping you apart from your vagina. No drugs to help you, no one to tell you if you were dilated.

You were alone and in some sketchy neighbourhood and a dirty apartment with no one around you. No friends, no husband, completely alone because everyone had forgotten about you and left you behind.

"Why did you have to come now?! You couldn't have waited a few more weeks?!" You yelled through the tears, ignoring the sirens that were outside of the apartment building that you were currently residing inside. It was every day that sirens went flying through and you'd tried to drown them out but now it was impossible, you prayed that they were somehow for you. That Jisung had finally remembered you and came to get you but no hope.

Hongjoong had told you that Jisung would come and get you within a month of you hiding out in the "safe home" but it didn't feel much of a safe home when you were in the worst neighbour imaginable and felt at threat every second of the day. You did some deep breathing as you heard someone pounding on the door, probably telling you to be quiet but you were about to give birth in a tub there was no being quiet.

"Fuck...y-you," You whispered suddenly feeling as though your eyes were too heavy to keep open and you looked down at the water, it had to be time to push surely. There was no way you could keep going through all of this pain.

"Yn?!" The door to the bathroom burst open and Jisung was staring at you, wide-eyed as he took in the scene around him

"What are you-" Before he could finish asking you let out a loud scream as another contraction hit you and he was on his knees on the floor beside the tub.

"I've got you." He whispered as men rushed into the scene, looking away from your naked body.

“I feel like everyone just forgot I existed," You whispered out to Jisung, looking at him a little unsure if any of this was even real at his point.

"I killed Hongjoong," He mumbled wiping sweat off your forehead,

"Baby he made it look like you ran away, left me a note...I-I had no idea where you were." The pain from the birth and heartache all crashed into one as sobs began to leave your throat.

Weeks of hospital treatment later you were home once again but on bed rest, Jisung's orders not the doctor's. He was refusing to let you move for as long as humanly possible and did everything he could for you.

"I'm okay, I can run my own bath." You told Jisung as you watched him running a bubble bath for you while your baby slept soundly in the bedroom.

"I want to do this for you." He whispered as you held him from being. He was doing everything he could to make up for you being alone all this time, the guilt was overwhelming for him but you hadn't blamed him for a second.

FELIX:

Your head was killing you when you woke up and you tried to lift your hand to your head but it was met with resistance and the sound of metal clanging on the floor. You weren't home that was for sure and if you were you were going to kick your husband's butt for some silly prank he was pulling.

"What the fuck?" You looked at your wrists and saw a metal cuff around them and down at your ankles it was the same. Your eyes shot around the room and you saw a camera in the corner facing you and it had a blinking red light, meaning it was recording or live.

"Who the fuck are you?! What do you want?!" You did your best to sound as confident as possible but it was impossible since you had no idea who had taken you in the first place.

"Someone who wants revenge." A voice sounded before a door opened and an elderly man walked in with the help of a cane,

"Your husband took something...someone from me and I plan to do the same." He stepped closer to you and you were able to see a huge scar down the left side of his face and you instantly knew who he was. Jan was one of the men Felix had to take down in order for him to become who he is today, one of the biggest mafia leaders in the country. 

"He didn't kill your daughter, your own men did." You spat out knowing the story of his daughter already. Felix had tried to save her, getting her out of the house before he burnt it down but Jan's own men took her back into the building, shooting her to make it look like Felix had done it.

"You're a silly brainwashed little girl, your husband took what was mine and now I will do the same." He reached out to touch your bump and you slapped his hand away, you were almost ready to pop which made you more scared for your daughter's life.

"He'll kill you." You grumbled rubbing your bump as you stared at the man who simply smirked at you.

"Actually, he'll do everything he can to find you and slip up. I'll be waiting for him with his daughter in my hands and his wife dead beside me." You felt sick as he walked out of the room, slamming and bolting it shut before you leaned your head back on the wall.

"You stay in there as long as possible, you don't come early." You mumbled to your stomach, whimpering at the thought of this all happening.

As soon as Felix found out that you were missing he knew who was responsible, it really didn't take a genius to figure it out either and Jan hadn't been the sneakiest of people when it came to plans.

"I want men at every entrance, dead on sight," Felix ordered into the earpiece as he sneakily made his way toward the basement window. Men had been watching the building for a week now trying to find weak points in the security system and there was one. There were no guards, no cameras. It was just Jan on his own in a house that seemed to be abandoned,

"Lix?" You whispered when you saw him at the window, a smirk on his lips as he began to break it open, sliding through it with ease.

"How-" Before you could ask the door was opened and men came through, your men who were all smiling at you happy to see you were okay.

"Where's Jan?" You asked as you made your way through the home and up the stairs, a car was failing to start out in the drive and you all began to make your way in the direction. The frail-looking man looked panicked as he tried to start the engine of a very run-down-looking car.

“Running doesn't matter i’ll hunt you down if you do," Felix said loud enough for him to hear but Jan continued to try the engine again and again until clouds of dark smoke left the hood before he was pulled from the car and dragged toward a van.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" You shook your head, for the most part, he'd left you alone and just fed you and let you use the bathroom but Felix was still going to make him pay for taking you.

SEUNGMIN:

The old lady you'd made friends with over the last month was holding your hand as she walked you around the small spare room in her home. This wasn't supposed to be happening right now, you were supposed to be long gone from Seoul before you gave birth but it seemed as though your son was going to come earlier than you wanted him to.

"We should get you to a hospital," She told you as you gripped onto her hand and shook your head, hosptials meant that Seungmin could track you down and you'd been doing everything you could to stay off his radar and you were going to keep it that way.

"He'll find me, he can't find me." You pleaded, she knew your story and why you'd run away but for the whole month she'd known you she had been trying to convince you to go back to Seungmin and have him be there with you.

"He should be here for the birth of his son." She scolded and you rolled your eyes at her. No one seemed to understand why you'd walked away from him, the two of you were fighting more than usual. You'd heard him say he wasn't even sure he wanted a child and so you didn't give him a choice, you ran.

"He said he wasn't sure he wanted him, I took the choice away." You groaned before bending over with your palms flat on the bed, screaming out in agony as a contraction hit you.

"I'm sure he was just nervous and he never meant it," She pleaded with you before the door opened and someone walked inside. Your head slowly looked behind you and you groaned seeing your husband standing there with a doctor by his side.

"You called him?!" You screamed trying to push her hands off you as Seungmin walked over to you but the lady continued to hold onto you, rubbing your lower back.

"Of course she did, you really think I'd let you get that easy?!"

"You said you weren't sure you wanted him. I took the choice away from you, leave." You hissed out but he shook his head at you,

“Aren't you tired? Can we stop this and give our hearts a rest?” You hated that he sounded so poetic when all you wanted to do was hate him,

"She's almost ready," The old lady mumbled as you shook your head there was no way you wanted to do this here, you wanted drugs to numb the pain anything, 

"You need to push," Seungmin told you as he held onto your hand, your eyes meeting his as you let out a whimper,

"I'm not ready, we're not ready!" You yelled and he chuckled a little kissing your cheek.

"No one is ever ready baby." He held onto your hand and you whined out knowing that it was time to push.

As soon as Seungmin was holding your son in his hands he was smiling at you,

"I-I'm sorry I ever doubted this," He told you as he held onto his son's tiny hand, watching him sleep peacefully in his arms as you laid your head on Seungmin's shoulder tiredly.

"If you ever say it again, we will be gone and you will never find us," You warned him as he nodded at you, kissing the top of your head as he promised that it would never happen again.

JEONGIN:

You had no idea what you were thinking when you'd disappeared months ago, there was no way that you were ever going to do this alone. Maybe if it had just been you on your own everything would have been fine but after running away you found out that you were pregnant. The only reason you'd run was because you were scared of the life he led, you weren't sure it was something you could see yourself in but ever since you discovered you were pregnant you knew you needed to come back.

Your child deserved a father in their life, even if it meant co-parenting instead of getting back together with him but you still loved Jeongin. You didn't think you could ever stop loving him for that matter.

"Yn?" Jisung whispered as you waited inside one of the buildings that Jeongin owned, you knew sooner or later one of his men would see you and tell Jisung or even bring you to him.

"Hey, is Jeongin around?" You weren't showing yet, no one would know that you were pregnant by looking at you and you were thankful for that.

"In his office, I'll take you up." Jisung took your arm gently and began to take you up. It had been a weird few months with their boss who lashed out at everyone who was close to him and refused to speak to anyone unless he needed to.

"What?!" Jeongin snapped as Jisung knocked on the door and walked inside. As soon as Jeongin turned around you felt guilt prickling your skin, he looked rough and that was putting it lightly.

He hadn't shaven in months, he was sporting a full beard which you assumed was to hide all of the bags under his eyes.

"Yn?" His voice broke but he quickly cleared his throat as he stared at you, not moving from his chair. He was too scared that if he did you'd suddenly disappear again.

"Hi." You mumbled a little as Jisung silently left the room, shutting the door behind him and leaving you alone with the man you loved.

"What can I do for you?" He asked, putting on his business voice as you slowly stepped toward the desk and dropped the ultrasound photos down onto the desk.

"I don't want money...I want you in the kid's life, even if you don't want me." You told him as you watched him slowly pick up the photos, you waited for him to question if it was even his but those questions never came. 

"Move in, we'll create a nursery...we'll have everything ready."

"You'll forgive me? Just like that?" You were stunned at how he was just ready to throw everything into the past and come back to you. You expected some kind of resistance from him, or that he'd want a paternity test.

"You're the mother of my child...the love of my life, you could stab me and I would forgive you." You scoffed a little at him, of course, he would say something like that.

"That's toxic." You smirked at him before he shook his head at you.

"Shut up." He grumbled before shaking his head at you and looking back at the photos with tears in his eyes.

"You need to shave, I won't come back until the beard is gone." You told him as he moved to hold you in his arms.

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7 Minutes in Heaven

Sarah adjusted her glasses and smoothed down her Star Wars t-shirt as she stood in front of Franklin’s house, clutching a book, a small gift for him. Her heart pounded in her chest, not just because it was Franklin’s 18th birthday, but because she had finally decided today was the day she would tell him how she felt. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Franklin's mom greeted her warmly and directed her to the basement, where she could already hear the familiar sounds of excited chatter and the hum of a video game console. Descending the stairs, Sarah spotted Franklin in the middle of a lively discussion about the latest Dungeons & Dragons campaign with their friends.

“Sarah! You made it!” Franklin called out, his face lighting up as he saw her. He wore his favorite Doctor Who shirt, and his messy brown hair fell over his thick framed glasses as usual.

“Happy birthday, Franklin.” Sarah said, handing him the gift bag with a shy smile. She could feel her cheeks redden as their hands briefly touched.

“Thanks! This is awesome.” He said, peeking into the bag and grinning.

Just as Sarah was about to ask Franklin if they could talk in private, the basement door swung open with a loud bang. Brett, Franklin’s older brother, swaggered down the stairs, his muscular frame filling the narrow space. Behind him trailed his girlfriend Kayla, her high-pitched bitchy laugh grating on everyone's nerves. Behind them was their posse of equally obnoxious friends.

“Hey, baby bro!” Brett called out, his voice dripping with mock affection.

Franklin’s face tightened with a mixture of fear and anger. “Brett, mom said you couldn’t crash my party!”

Brett ignored him and sauntered over to the stereo, swapping the geeky soundtrack for loud, thumping music. Kayla and her friends started raiding the snacks, making loud comments about the “kiddie” party.

Sarah's blood boiled as she watched Franklin’s party being hijacked. She couldn’t stand seeing him hurt like this. Summoning all her courage, she marched up to Brett. “Hey! You can’t just come in here and ruin everything!”

Brett raised an eyebrow, amused. Before he could respond, Kayla stepped in front of him, a condescending smile plastered on her face. “Aww, look at you standing up for your little nerdy friend. How cute.” She said and pushed her onto the nearby sofa with a cackle.

Brett smirked, relishing the tension in the room. “Alright, we’ll leave. How about a little game?”

“And then you’ll leave?” Franklin asked.

“Scouts honor.” Brett said making a mock crossing of his heart. Franklin nodded.

“Ok we’re going to play a little game I like to call, 7 minutes in heaven.” Brett said with a deepening grin.

All the nerds in the room shifted uncomfortably, they knew what was involved in that game and the social awkwardness that came with it.

“But we don’t have any bottles to spin.” Franklin said matter of factly. Brett looked around the room and grabbed a long, somewhat phallic statue.

“This will do.” Brett said picking it up.

Franklin’s eyes widened in horror. “Brett, we can’t use that! That’s one of Mom and Dad’s fertility idols they got on vacation!”

“Cram it Franklin, it’s just a game. Now everyone, sit in a circle.” Brett snapped

The room fell silent as Brett’s friends began to sit down, their sneers making it clear they were enjoying the discomfort they caused. Sarah exchanged a worried glance with Franklin, but reluctantly, everyone followed suit and sat in a circle on the floor.

One of Brett’s friends, Greg, a tall guy with a smirk that matched Brett's, took the idol and spun it hard. The room watched with a mix of dread and anticipation as it slowed, finally pointing at Lydia, a shy girl from Franklin’s group who was known for her encyclopedic knowledge of all things Star Trek.

Brett laughed loudly, picked up the idol and handed it to Greg. “Alright, time for 7 minutes in heaven! Get in the closet, you two.”

Greg hesitated, clearly not thrilled about the idea, but under Brett’s watchful eye, he reluctantly stood up and walked over to Lydia. She blushed furiously but allowed herself to be led into the small closet nearby. The door closed behind them, and an awkward silence filled the basement.

The next seven minutes felt like an eternity. Brett's group exchanged snide remarks, while Franklin and his friends watched the closet door with a mixture of anxiety and curiosity.

Finally, the door creaked open, and the two emerged. Though it was subtle, Lydia looked different. Her glasses were gone, her hair was out of it's ponytail and from somewhere she had gotten gum and was chewing it obnoxiously. Sarah spied her nails and saw they were long and manicured. Did she have those earlier, she thought to herself.

Apart from her physical difference though she seemed to hold herself differently. Her head held higher, her poise more confident. She clung to Greg as though she were his girlfriend.

“Eh, dude me and my lady here are going to head out.” Greg said to Brett as her looked lustfully at Lydia and tossed the idol back to Brett who looked at them confused.

“Fine, leave. Whatever.” Brett said eventually shrugging his shoulders. Irritated by loosing two of the party but undeterred, he turned his gaze to the circle. “Alright, who’s next? You over there, spin.” He ordered, pointing at one of Franklin’s friends.

As the game continued, a strange pattern began to emerge. Each time the idol was spun, the pair that went into the closet emerged with a transformation that no one could quite explain. If a nerd spun and landed on one of Brett’s bully friends, the bully would come out transformed, more like the nerd who spun, and vice versa. And each time, the pair exited the closet infatuated with each other, holding hands, and promptly left the party together.

It was odd, surreal even, but no one thought there was anything at play other than some horny teens’ hormones getting the best of them. The tension in the room grew thicker with each round, and now only Brett, Kayla, Sarah, and Franklin remained.

“Well only four left. We could call it quits now, but let’s see where this goes.” Brett grinned as he took the idol and spun it.

The idol whirled around, everyone holding their breath as it slowed. When it finally stopped, it was pointing directly at Sarah.

Sarah’s heart skipped a beat. She glanced at Franklin, who looked as though he wanted to intervene, but Brett was already stepping forward, his sneer firmly in place.

“Looks like it’s you and me, nerd girl.” Brett said mockingly as he grabbed Sarah by the arm and led her to the closet.

“Don’t go falling in love with her.” Kayla said with a cackle after them.

Inside the cramped closet, Sarah and Brett stood on opposite sides, arms crossed and glaring at each other, with the idol standing between them against the wall on the floor. The tension was palpable, and for a moment, the only sound was their breathing.

Then, faintly at first, Sarah began to hear whispers in her head. “Brett is so manly, so handsome. Isn’t he better than that loser Franklin?” She shook her head, trying to ignore the foreign voice, but it grew louder and more insistent. Neither her or Brett had noticed the idol's eyes glowing.

“If Franklin really cared about you he’d be ripping that door open to get you but he’s not because he’s weak and pathetic. Brett on the other hand… that’s a real man.” The voice continued and she found her eyes betraying her as they slowly drifted over to Brett.

She drank in the sight of his strong jawline, his confident stance. The repulsion she once felt for him and his cruel ways started to melt away, replaced by an inexplicable attraction. She bit her lip hungrily, her body reacting before her mind could catch up.

Her body was starting to heat up as memories of seeing him mow the lawn topless ran through her head. The image of his glistening muscles making her panties suddenly wet. She tugged at her clothes in discomfort as if they were too tight.

She didn't yet realise but her tits had gone up two sizes already and her waist had shrunk. Her butt as well had swelled enough to give her whole body a new more pleasing silhouette. She hadn't yet noticed but Brett had.

He looked at her like he had never had before, his eyes noticing curves he had missed. Sarah was just the nerd next door but for some reason now he was seeing her in a completely different light.

"Did you get a haircut or something? Whatever it is you're looking great." He asked her with a mix of confusion and intrigue.

Sarah felt her his eyes on her, looking at her, noticing her. She liked it. “Mmmm he's complimenting you, that's more than Franklin ever does. Reward him.” The voice purred in her head.

"You tell me." She grinned as reached up, pulled her hair out of its ponytail, and let it cascade down her back in a teasing manner. Brett's eyes followed her every movement, almost entranced.

"No I don't think that's it. Maybe it's your glasses?" He said with a cheeky smile as he took a step towards her. Her heart pounded as he did.

"He likes you, but can you make him WANT you?" The voice in her head said darkly.

Sarah took off her glasses, tossing them aside carelessly. Her vision remained perfectly clear, as if her transformation had enhanced her senses and although she couldn't see them, her eyes had changed from her dull brown to icy blue.

"What glasses?" She said returning his cheeky smile to him, while taking a step closer herself. They now stood closer to one another than they ever had in their life.

"I know, it's got to be those nails." Brett said snapping his fingers and nodding towards her hands. Sarah looked down at her freshly manicured talons painted red. It didn't even dawn on her that they had been chipped and bitten only a few minutes ago.

She flexed her hand and looked at her nails with glee. They looked good but her mind couldn't help wonder how they would look wrapped around Brett's cock.

"Take him! You deserve him and it'll be so hawt stealing him from Kayla, won't it?" The voice purred as Sarah ran a hand up Brett's strong chest, her fingers lightly tracing the contours of his muscles.

While clearly turned on, Brett nevertheless cocked his eyebrow in curiosity. “What are you doing?”

Sarah smiled flirtatiously “Just admiring the view.” She replied, her voice sultry. Her eyes locked onto his, a mischievous glint in them as she continued to explore his chest with her hand.

"What's gotten into you?" Brett asked, his voice low and husky.

"Does it matter?" Sarah replied, her voice dripping with seduction. "I think we're both enjoying it, don't you?"

Brett lifted a hand to her face, cupping it tenderly sending a shiver down Sarah’s spine. Her body was red hot with desire for him but a part of her still resisted, urging her to leave. The part of her that still held a candle for Franklin. However just as she was building up enough strength to pull away, Brett extinguished that candle with a kiss.

As their mouths moved together and their tongues entwined the transformation in Sarah surged. Her chest swelled even more, filling out her shirt to the point where it strained against the fabric. Her skin took on a golden tan, becoming flawless and radiant.

Makeup appeared on her face, enhancing her natural beauty with perfectly applied eyeshadow, mascara, and lipstick. Her dull brown eyes became icy blue.

As Brett and Sasha continued their fervent kiss, a deeper transformation began to take hold. Sasha's mind started to shift, reshaping her thoughts and desires. The once fervent love for nerdy stuff like comics, video games, and sci-fi dissolved, replaced by an intense interest in makeup, jewelry, and fashionable clothes. The joy she once found in knowledge and creativity morphed into a fixation on beauty, status, and power.

Despite the heat of the moment, something in Sarah's mind was compelling her to open her eyes. When she did she finally saw out of the corner of her eye the idol. It's eyes glowing an ominous red. That's when she put two and two together.

The idol they had been using as a makeshift bottle was somehow turning the spinner’s target into the spinner’s perfect partner. She knew if she didn’t stop it soon she’d be forever changed, she'd no longer be the Sarah everyone knew. But she didn’t want to stop it now, she wanted more!

Her previous kindness and empathy were overwritten by a growing desire to be bad, to assert her dominance and superiority over others. She relished the idea of being a bully, of wielding her newfound beauty and charisma to get what she wanted, regardless of who she hurt in the process. The spark of cruelty in her eyes intensified, and she pulled away from Brett, looking at him with a newfound arrogance.

"My God Sarah...you're..." Brett said, his eyes wide with amazement at the complete transformation before him.

"Ah ah, call me Sasha, babe." She interrupted, a playful smile on her lips.

Brett nodded, unable to tear his eyes away from her. "Sasha... you're incredible."

“You haven’t seen anything yet.” She said with a devilish smile as she sunk to her knees and undid his belt. Brett's cock sprang eagerly out and Sasha's mouth began to water at the sight of it.

Wasting no time she wrapped her pink lips around it and started to suck. Brett groaned immediately as she worked his dick like a pro. She couldn't believe how good it tasted, she was going to enjoy doing this more often.

As she sucked her body continued to change. Her hair darkened, her pussy tightened, and her body became incredibly fit and flexible. It dawned on her that the other guys and girls that had been in there before them had only kissed, their passions fuelling the idol only so much and in turn their transformation. Sasha was now the hottest girl in school but she wasn't about to stop there.

Running her tongue up his shaft and hungrily swallowing his precum, Sasha pushed Brett against the wall of the closet, kissing him deeply.

"Fuck me babe, fuck me hard with your big dick! Rip off my panties and fuck me." She moaned in his ear. Brett expertly undid her now baggy jeans which slumped to her ankles. He did as she had asked and ripped her underwear off her in one clean tear. She giggled at the sight of his strength.

Her giggles soon turned into passionate moans as his dick slid easily into her wet pussy. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as the idol's eyes bathed the two of them in red light.

Sasha’s tits grew even bigger, her lips plumped up and her skin became even softer and more tan. Even her clothes began to change. Her jeans seemed to turn to dust and blow away. Her nerdy shirt grew a little longer, darker, turning into a little black slutty dress. High expensive heels wrapped around her pedicured toes. She lifted herself onto Brett and wrapped her sleek legs around him.

“Mmmm yessss baby, fuck what little of the nerd I used to be out of me! Oh god, I’m going to cum!” Sasha whined as Brett pounded her pussy over and over until a wave of pleasure washed over both of them as they both climaxed.

“Oh my god Sasha you’re perfect.“ Brett managed to say as her lifted her gently back down onto her feet.

Sasha pressed herself against him, her body warm and inviting. "You’re not so bad yourself stud." She purred.

Sasha smirked, reveling in her new identity. She straightened her dress and admired her reflection in the mirror, her thoughts centered on her own beauty and power.

Sasha and Brett emerged from the closet, hand in hand, their faces glowing with a shared and inexplicable infatuation. Franklin and Kayla stared at the pair in stunned silence.

Kayla, her face twisting with anger and jealousy, stepped forward. “What the hell Brett? I thought all those sounds we heard was a joke!”

Sasha grinned triumphantly as she squeezed on Brett’s arm, ignoring the glare from Kayla. Kayla however grabbed Sasha and pulled her from her embrace.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing slut, but get your hands off my man!” Kayla snarled.

Sasha laughed, a cruel, mocking sound that echoed through the room. “Bitch, you’re yesterday’s trash.” With a swift, calculated move, she grabbed Kayla’s hair and yanked it hard, causing her to yelp in pain and fall to her knees.

Relishing her power, Sasha pointed a perfectly manicured finger at Franklin. “That’s your man now.” She declared with a smirk.

Kayla’s eyes filled with fury and confusion as she looked at Franklin, who seemed equally bewildered. Sasha turned her attention to Franklin, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of malice and amusement. “Spin the idol, Franklin.”

Brett tossed the idol to Franklin who put it on the ground and gave the idol a spin. As it slowed, Sasha maneuvered Kayla to make sure she was in its path.

Sasha’s grin widened. “Looks like it’s your turn, Kayla. Enjoy your seven minutes in heaven.” She said and pushed Kayla toward the closet, the look in her eyes daring her to protest.

Reluctantly, Kayla stepped into the closet with Franklin following suit, clutching the idol. Sasha slammed the door behind them and Brett propped a chair up to seal them in.

Brett pulled Sasha close, his hands resting on her waist. “You know, I never thought I’d see the day when little nerdy Sarah would turn into such a knockout bitch.” He said with a smirk.

Sasha chuckled, running her fingers through Brett’s hair. “And I never thought I’d find myself attracted to a mean guy like you, Brett. Funny how things change, huh?”

Brett leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “So, what’s the plan now babe? You going to take over the whole school?”

Sasha grinned, her eyes gleaming with ambition. “Oh, you bet. I’m going to be the queen bee, and no one’s going to stand in my way. Not Kayla, not anyone.”

Brett’s smirk widened. “I like the sound of that. And I’ll be right by your side, making sure no one forgets who’s in charge.”

Sasha leaned in for another kiss, savoring the power she felt in Brett’s arms. “Oh fuck you make me so wet you hawt bastard. Come on, lets go upstairs so you can fuck my brains out some more.” She grinned as she pulled him towards the stairs.

"What about those two?" Brett said half heartedly as he gestured a thumb at the closet.

"Leave them. The longer they are in there the more dorky Kayla will become. Taking her place as the queen bee will be a cake walk." Sasha smirked as she led Brett up and out of the basement.

[lordprettyflackotara]

Hitchhiker || Chapter Sixteen || The Proxies

tw: murder, descriptions of wounds, beheading, brief descriptions of gore

<— previous chapter

Brian’s patience was growing thin. He stood silently in Jack’s room, examining the damage Nova had caused. The cravings were ominous and eerie, the dry blood coating the wood. His gaze wondered all over the room, from the ceiling to the four walls. Somehow she had managed to reach the ceiling, the words home is where the heart is etched into the wood.

A familiar set of footsteps were coming up the stairs, ones Brian had grown so accustomed to he hadn’t bothered to turn around. The overwhelming smell of cigarettes was enough to tell Brian who had joined him. “Jesus Christ, looks like a murder scene in here,” Tim muttered. He did have a point. Gnawing your fingers down to the bone was no joke. The crimson paint that had dripped down the walls was a large enough indication of that. “Where’s Y/n?” Brian asked. He stood in the center of the room, trying to make sense of what The Operator was getting at. Everyone was so divided at the time. Why not just have her chuck herself off of the roof if he really wanted her dead?

“Downstairs with Toby. She’s planted herself right beside Jack’s lab. Won’t leave until she sees Nova,” Tim sighed. He joined his partners side, the two studying the damage. To Brian it looked all too familiar, flashbacks of his own drawings coming to mind. “That girl will be lucky if she has any of her fingers left,” Tim muttered to himself. Instinctively he dug for his box of cigarettes, sighing once he realized that he had shared his last ones with you. Fuck. Brian clenched his jaw, frustrated at how much progress The Operator was making.

“We should consider taking Jack’s advice and changing locations. I know Jeff’s place isn’t too far from here.”

Brian felt annoyance at Tim’s words. How long were they going to drag this out for? How long could they get away with being here? It wasn’t possible for them to spend the rest of their days here. Like this. They were running out of time whether anyone else wanted to admit it or not. Brian thought Tim out of all people would’ve realized that before he did. “Jeff would have a field day with her around. Besides, it’s not that simple anymore,” Brian huffed. Tim raised his eyebrows, noting his partner avoiding his curious gaze. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He questioned.

The blonde sighed, finally looking over at Tim. “EJ’s not going to leave Nova’s side now. You’ve seen the way he looks at her,” He began explaining. The proxies had grown accustomed to Jack’s ways over the years. A demon with mostly human qualities, was how they categorized him. However with that being said, Jack had a few animalistic quirks that they couldn’t ignore. Usually they could, given that he was only typically tasked with patching them up. But now that he had grown interest in Nova, his tagging alone was guaranteed. “Where ever we take her Nova is going to go. Meaning we earned ourselves an extra head stone if this goes badly,” Brian finished bitterly.

Jack’s mating habits were none of Brian’s concern. What was his concern was how many bodies were going to be buried by the end of it all.

“At this point it’s more the merrier, yeah? Whatever makes her happy is important,” Tim debated. Brian clenched his jaw. “No, what’s important is keeping her alive,” He argued. Tim’s eyebrows furrowed, his gaze landing on his friend. “What’s got you so riled up? She’s a bit shook up but she isn’t hurt-” Tim began, reaching his arm out to touch Brian’s shoulder. Brian swiftly swatted his hand away. “What’s got me so riled up? How much longer are we going to drag this out? How much more are we going to let The Operator corrupt?” He snapped. Tim froze, noting Brian’s head twitching to the left. “Fuck this. It’s time something is done,” He muttered, his head continuously twitching.

Tim knew what this meant, taking a step back. Hoodie’s soulless eyes met Tim’s, his hand reaching in his pocket for his ski mask. “This is something I have to do,” He said flatly. Tugging his mask over his head, he began storming down the stairs. Tim was hot on his trail. “What? Do what?” He asked. Your head snapped towards the pair as Hoodie stormed past you and Toby, heading straight towards the front door. “Hoodie think logically for a second. There’s no way you’re going to find Cat Hunter out there!” Tim yelled. You rose to your feet, your gaze flickering to Hoodie. “Thats why i’m going to let him find me,” He huffed, slamming the door. You felt panic wash over you, your feet carrying you to the front door. Confused you turned to Tim, who was a visibly nervous wreck without his cigarettes.

“Tim what the fuck is going on?” You questioned. Tim ran his fingers through his hair, shaking his head. “Toby we need to find Hoodie before Cat Hunter does,” The brunette responded. You narrowed your eyes. He ignored your question? Toby nodded, grabbing his mask. “Aye aye boss,” He replied, shoving his mask on his face. You felt the color drain from your face as Tim pulled his gun out of his pocket. “Y/n stay here. Go get Jack if you need to. Whatever you do. Do not leave this cabin,” Tim ordered sternly. You frowned as Toby grabbed both of his hatchets, swinging them over his shoulders. They both went to head outside, their faces full of determination. You grabbed Tim’s sleeve, forcing him to stop.

“Stop it! What the fuck is going on? At least let me come with you!” You intervened. Tim looked down at you, shoving you off of his arm. “Dont try to exclude me. I may not be a proxy or a detective or a demon but i’m useful!” You yelled, not giving a damn who heard. Tim grabbed your shoulders, shaking them. “Wake the fuck up. You need to sit here and stay still because we need to stop Hoodie from getting killed. You’re not going to be useful having one of your delusions out there,” Tim snapped. Your face fell, your shoulders tensing under his sudden grip. He released your shoulders, grumbling curses to himself. “I’m sorry but you need to stay put. Let’s go kid,” He said, gesturing for Toby to follow him. You glanced at Toby, who gave you an apologetic look before following Tim out into the snow.

Nervously you darted to the window, watching the duo trail off into the snowy forest. You felt like your mind was spinning. What could you do? Could you actually stay here while the three men you loved lives were at risk? You glanced at the medical lab door, biting your bottom lip. It was always an option to grab EJ. But there was no telling if he was done operating on Nova. A part of you wanted to stay just to protect her, but you knew deep down Jack had that area more than covered. Begrudgingly you looked back outside, none of your three boys in sight. What did Tim expect you to do? To twiddle your thumbs until they got back? No you couldn’t. You wouldn’t.

This entire time everyone around you had spent every breath ensuring your safety. And you’d be damned if you didn’t return the favor. You stormed over to the coat closet, grabbing one of Jacks. It was oversized on you but it did the trick, his cologne flooding your nostrils. You buttoned up the coat, tossing the hood over your head. Unsurely you looked around, noticing Nova’s python sat on the living room coffee table. You grabbed it, admiring the custom detailings she had done on the side. You shoved it in your coat pocket, facing the door. Taking a deep breath you pushed yourself forward, right into the snowy wilderness.

The cold blast of air smacked you in the face, the temperature much more brutal than you would’ve guessed. You kept your hand wrapped around the metal piece in your pocket, your gaze hardening as you continued forward. You had already made yourself a target by leaving the cabin alone, there was no turning back now. You attempted to follow Tim and Toby’s footsteps, freshly fallen snow making your objective more difficult. Sighing you trudged forward, looking around nervously. The further you walked you felt more and more like you were being watched, causing you look around like a wounded deer.

You could see your breath each time you exhaled, your heart beginning to pound louder and louder. You were sure that someone was there, silently watching. “Hello?” You called out. Every tree in every direction looked the same. Snow covered every inch of ground you could see, snowflakes still falling from the sky above. Your head snapped to the left at the sound of footsteps, the familiar sound of snow crunching under the weight of someone’s boots flooding your ears. “Hoodie?” You called, heading towards the noise. You could feel your nose begin to burn from the harshness of the cold, your hand gripping Nova’s python for support. The silence that echoed made you uneasy. “Maybe I should just head home, fuck,” You grumbled.

Unsurely you looked around, attempting to determine which way you came from. Swallowing, you headed in the direction you thought to be back to Jacks cabin. The free falling snow was relentless, concealing any chance of tracking your foot prints or anyone else’s.

“Y/n?”

Hoodie’s voice echoed through out the trees, your head practically snapping backwards. You desperately looked around for him, your eyes flickering every which way. “Hoodie?” You called back. You expected to hear a response. One that would reveal his direction. Instead you were met by silence, the kind that made a chill go down your spine. Something was wrong, really wrong. “Hoodie?” You repeated. Turning around you began to head in the opposite direction, ignoring the feeling of someone’s eyes burning holes in the back of your head. You wiped some stray snowflakes off of your eyelashes, looking around for any sign of anyone else’s presence.

The faint sound of static found its way to your ears, your eyes widening. You weren’t sure which direction it was coming from, but your body was screaming at you to run. With your heart pounding in your chest you ran, refusing to look over your shoulder as the cold wind whipped you in the face. Your breath grew shallow quickly, the dropping freezing temperature unkind to your overworked lungs. The static sounded more faint the further you ran, your lungs burning. You could barely run straight, EJ’s heavy coat weighing you down tremendously. Gulping for air you finally stopped, leaning against a nearby tree for support.

“Son of a bitch!”

You quickly turned around, a bloody and battered Tim lying on the forest floor. Your jaw fell open, your feet carrying you to him. “Tim?” You gasped. Toby was crouched down beside him, his hatchets tossed aside in the snow. Your gaze fell to his wound, three claw marks scratched across his chest. His jacket was tattered and mustard yellow threads hung over the open wounds. Cat Hunter had torn into Tim’s muscles, the blood so heavy it was almost nauseating. It dripped down his chest, his skin turning pale. You threw yourself onto the ground, examining his wounds. “That son of a bitch got me,” He grumbled. His chocolate eyes met yours, his face scrunching into confusion. “What the hell are you doing out here? You’re gonna get yourself killed,” Tim hissed. He attempted to push himself back against a tree for support, only to fall back down on his back again.

Toby grabbed his arms, helping him sit up as he grunted in pain. “I’m not going to let Hoodie die because of me. None of you will,” You argued. You glanced down at his wound again, the torn flesh mutilated and raw. “Enough of the bullshit. Toby take her back to the cabin,” Tim ordered. The younger brunette stood up before attempting to walk around him to grab your arm. “No. Toby stay here with Tim. I’m going to get help. You’re in no condition to be out here by yourself,” You debated. At the sound of your order Toby crouched back down, earning a furious glare from Tim. You grabbed handfuls of snow, ensuring it was pure white before applying it to his chest. Initially Tim hissed under the sensation before sighing with relief. “Keep handfuls of snow on it, it’ll keep the burning sensation down,” You told Toby. The younger brunette nodded, visibly nervous.

“Y/n don’t do this. The Operator and Cat Hunter are both out here. It’s only their sick game that has kept us alive this long,” Tim protested. You wiped his hair off of his forehead, pushing it back with the help of the falling snowflakes. “It’s gonna be okay. I’ll be right back,” You say as confidently as you can muster. Your eyes flickered over to Toby’s fallen hatchets, before returning to the boys concerned gazes. “Besides, i’m taking an old friend with me,” You say, quickly grabbing one of his hatchets that were previously abandoned in the fallen snow. Both Tim and Toby verbally protested, their protest ignored as you darted back into the snowy woods. Their voices became more distant as you trudged further, unsure which direction you came from or which direction you should even go. Taking a deep breath you grounded yourself, slowly looking around in each direction.

There were no signs of anyone else around, your mouth running dry. This was too convenient, too easy. The sun was fading fast, your chance of finding anyone, nevertheless Cat Hunter or The Operator becoming slimmer and slimmer as it became dark. You patted around Jack’s coat, realizing you lacked a flashlight or any tools to create light. Logically you should’ve turned around, but the doubt of finding anyone in the direction you thought you came from confusing you. But you knew you couldn’t stand out in the open like this, the snow only falling heavier and the sky growing darker. There wasn’t anywhere for you to go, the forest feeling like one giant loop. Sighing you readjusted your grip on Toby’s hatchet, examining the trees around you.

The closest one to your left appeared to be hollowed out, the inside rotted and empty from the harsh winter season. You sucked in your stomach, sliding inside of the crack to step inside. Exhaling in relief the tree blocked the falling snow from landing on you. You brushed your hand over your hair, attempting to brush some of the snow off of you. Examining your hands you realized you forgot to put on gloves, your hands gleaming red as they attempted to fight off the freezing cold. You set Toby’s hatchet down, leaning it against the wood. You rubbed them together, trying your hardest to create some form of warmth. Your palms were tingling, losing feelings in your fingertips. Cupping your hands you took deep breaths, attempting to spread heat from your breath. You froze at the sound of footsteps, your heart pounding as you heard them come closer.

A piece of you was dying to peak your head out, desperate to find a familiar face. But the fear of it being Cat Hunter or The Operator kept you frozen, your eyes wide as you stared at the crack of the tree. You listened closely, tucking your hair behind your ear. Your eyes flickered upwards as an all too familiar yellow jacket walked by the tree, your fear temporarily subsiding. You grabbed Toby’s hatchet, pulling Jacks hood over your head. Just as you took a step to leave you froze, another set of footsteps crunching the snow harshly as they trailed behind Hoodie. You stopped, watching the crack of the tree intently. You almost didn’t recognize Cat Hunter, the proxy bundled up in a thick brown coat. His mask and freshly bloody claws gave him away though, your mouth running dry. You could hear the claws clink together, Tim’s blood still dripping off of them and staining the pure snow below.

Neither of them appeared to notice you, too occupied on their hunts for the other. It slowly hit you that Hoodie didn’t know Cat Hunter was there, your lover in the danger you had nightmares about. Nervously you pulled out the python, unsure how to even use it. Flicking it open you grimaced at the sight of the chamber being empty. No bullets. You glanced at the hatchet, gulping. You were left with no choice. With every ounce of strength you had left you flexed your fingers before gripping Toby’s hatchet, silently sliding out of the hollow tree. You took a deep breath in, trying to control your breathing and rapid heart rate as you stalked the infamous Cat Hunter. He seemed oblivious to your presence, flexing his claws as he followed Hoodie. You licked your dry lips, the skin now cracked from the harsh weather. As fast as you could you ran up behind him, knowing this was your only chance. With all of the strength you had left you lifted the hatchet, slamming the blade down into the unsuspecting Cat Hunter’s neck.

You had never thought about hurting anyone before. It wasn’t in your nature to be violent, nevertheless kill anyone. It hadn’t occurred to you what you had done until Cat Hunter’s knees buckled, shock overriding his system. You yanked the hatchet back out, tearing through the flesh as roughly as you could. You lifted the hatchet again, slamming it back down into the same spot. Blood splattered all over the snow below, as well as onto your cheeks. You cringed as the warm liquid decorated your face, your blood running cold as Cat Hunters body slumped to the ground. A wave of emotions crashed over you. Guilt, regret, mercy. But above all you felt one thing: spiteful.

A rage full screech left your lips, watching the lifeless corpse lose any form of animation. A pool of blood formed under his head, your mind spinning as your stomach churned with nausea. You lifted the hatchet again, vengeful as you chopped at his neck. You didn’t realize you were crying until your vision became blurry. You weren’t even sure what you were swinging at anymore. “Y/n? Hey? Hey!” Hoodie gasped, panicked as he rushed over to you. Your tears were threatening to freeze to your flushed face, Toby’s hatchet falling from your fingertips. Hoodies gaze fell down to the now beheaded Cat Hunter, his head completely detached from his body. A pile of unidentifiable flesh pooled out of his neck, spilling into the snow. You sobbed silently as you brought your hand to your face, trying to wipe away some of the tears.

“I’m s-so sorry I had to. He was after you,” You cried. Hoodie grabbed you affectionately, tugging you into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, guiding your face to his chest. “Shh it’s okay. Don’t look. It’s okay,” Hoodie said quietly. He stroked your hair, your eyes fluttering shut as you buried your head in his chest. Hoodie stared down at the proxy’s corpse, his breath hitching at the sight. He knew it was a good thing for one enemy to be down and out for the count. But as he held you, your body shaking under him, he knew one was for sure.

That the worst was still yet to come.

—> next chapter

[lil-quinnie]

A man of his word

part I

Stepdad!Eddie x F!reader

Warnings: STEPCEST, AGE GAP (Eddie's 40s and Reader is middle 20s) , daddy kink, oral (f receiving) , slight pet play, dom sub dynamic, degradation, cheating, bad family's relationship, squirt, maybe little angst at the end? Lemme know if i forget something <3

Summary: Your mother left your stepfather alone and lonely on her birthday, the next morning you wanted to make his morning as easy as possible, that's what a good girl would do, isn't it?

picture of older Eddie by: @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

It was almost dark when you heard the door open, your heart was racing too excited to see Eddie after what happened this morning.

You spent the afternoon tidying up and organizing the house, stopping to smoke a cigarette, which Mr Munson kindly left you.

The urge to touch yourself was excruciating,but you do want to be his good girl after all so you didn't touch it. You felt your pussy dripping whenever you caught yourself remembering the way he fucked you like you were his, the way his cock deliciously filled your mouth and how Eddie's lips kissed you as if he were yours.

Your thoughts had you rubbing your neglected little pussy on the arm of the couch, only stopping just short of coming. 

The door slamming took you out of your dirty thoughts with your stepfather, you got up excited and when you were going to run to the door a thin and soft voice asked, walking through the almost empty house.

"Guys, is anyone home?" your mother asked.

You felt your body freeze, the blood ran cold in your veins, the air was as if it didn't exist and you were trapped in the vacuum of space.

YOUR MOTHER, your mother, wife of your stepfather, the stepfather who until a few hours ago had his dick stuck in the back of your throat. "fuck" you said, feeling all the weight of guilt and jealousy on your shoulders.

You left your room quietly, walking down the stairs slowly. Your mother watched you from the living room, sitting on the couch with a guilty look on her face "at least I'm not the only one" you thought.

In silence you sat next to your mother and without looking at her, you squeezed her thigh lightly stating that everything was fine.

You couldn't be mad or disappointed with your mother's presence in her own home, could you?

Your mother told you that she had gone to spend the night at a friend's house and that she had no intention of leaving you alone, as an apology she said that she would prepare dinner and promised that this time without great emotions at the end, even if you wanted to that something would happen for her to leave the house to you and her husband alone.

Your mother was preparing dinner while humming some song, her pity bothered you deeply "why is she happy? she left poor eddie alone because of a wrong gift, what's wrong with her?" it circled in your head endlessly. You heard the sound of Eddie's car pulling up, and with a jump off the couch you excused yourself from the living room.

"I'm going to take a shower before dinner" you said to your mother disappearing down the stairs.you could hear the tone of the conversation even over the noise of the shower and from what you heard, you knew that your pussy would remain untouched.

You decided to ignore what you were feeling and take care of yourself, your hand ran down your belly finding your sex, you used two fingers to separate your lips while a third stimulated your clit. With your eyes closed and the feeling of the hot water hitting your skin making you relax, your moans were getting louder, your finger teased your wet entrance but before you could penetrate it a strong knock on the door made you take your hand away out of your pussy fast, Eddie.

"I-I'm finishing the shower, just a minute" you replied with your voice still shaking "Of course, we are waiting for you for dinner princess, don't be long" his voice was nothing but sweet in your ears.

"Okay Mr Munson, I'm coming, sorry." you said quickly finishing rinsing the conditioner out of your hair.

Hearing you call him Mr Munson made eddie's heart sink a little, he knew you guys couldn't act the same way you did this morning but he didn't imagine you'd be back to square one, after all, he promised to take care of your pussy when he arrived, and he considered himself a man of his word.

He's pretty sure he asked you not to touch the pussy this morning he'd claimed as his, so all the strain Eddie would put you through tonight would be punishment enough, he decided.

When you came down to the dining room, your mother was standing with her arms around her husband's neck as she sipped from the glass of wine she shared with him.

Dinner was silent and fast, in the third full glass of wine that your mother -selfishly- downed, she proposed that they all watch a movie together to make up for lost time yesterday. As if she wasn't the one who turned her back and disappeared all night. You started to clean things up before the movie session and Eddie decided to help you.

Your mom focused on finding something lost on netflix while you washed the dishes and Eddie dried and put away, his fingers always touching yours when picking up the clean dishes, his crotch rubbing against your hip whenever he needed to put something away on the top shelf, making you bite your lips when you feel his erection pressed to your ass, while he handled you by the waist.

His lips were in the lap of your ear, he nibbled on your lobe before whispering "I heard you in the bathroom, you little bad girl moans." You felt the shiver go down your spine, making your knee go weak "I thought I told you not to touch my pussy" he said, pressing his knee against your wet center "such a bad girl, what do I do with you now kitten?"

He put the rest of the dishes in the cupboard and walked away from you at the right time, your mother already with the chosen movie making a puppy face for your stepfather

"Can you get me some more wine Hubbie?" she said pouting, he smirked at you and turned to your mum "All for you wifey" he said taking the bottle to the older woman.

"I can use a glass of wine too" you thought as you grabbed a bottle of water and went to settle in the living room with your dysfunctional family.

Your mom was propped up on the arm of the couch, covered in a fur blanket, sipping wine now and then while scrolling through some social media, Eddie was sitting in the middle, his baggy sweatpants left little to guess, not that you needed to. having the image of his hard cock imprinted in her mind. He's tied his hair up in a high bun, leaving a few curls loose making you take a long drink before sitting down next to your stepdad.

Your bare thighs were driving Eddie crazy, it took all of his self control not to attack you right there, whether your mother saw it or not. The thought was cut short when the older woman snuggled into her husband's chest, letting a comforting sigh escape her lips.

You didn't want to feel that twinge of jealousy that was pulsing between the cracks in your heart, if you were happy, well, for tonight at least. “Is it always like this, she goes off, does god knows what and then snuggles into Eddie's warm chest like he's nothing? man, who automatically missed the warmth radiating from his body.

Your foot was perfectly embraced by your sock that went up to his thighs, leaning against Eddie's thigh, making back and forth movements making the man squirm under your touch.

Your mother didn't last until the opening credits of the movie she'd chosen, wine had that effect on her and Eddie knew it.

He reclined the older woman's head to the opposite side of him, settling her with the pillows and blanket before pulling your ankle down until your feet were in your stepfather's lap, he forced your legs apart, his hands large and calluses roaming the inside of your bare thigh, pressing them into the leather of the couch 

leaving her legs wide open for him.

The older man moaned low upon seeing the wet spot on her panties, running his thumb over it gently stimulating her clit. “Is this all for me?” He said quietly, making circular motions with his finger.

Always checking over his shoulder to see if the older woman was still sleeping, Eddie bent down and placed a light kiss on her lips, tracing a path of kisses to his ear, which after a kiss he whispered

“I told you I'd take care of you” With a sly smile, you sighed, feeling his lips nibbling your earlobe, expecting any kind of refusal or revulsion, none.

Eddie moved your panties to the side, circling the entire area around your pussy, letting his finger lightly touch your clit, bringing shivers to your body. His free hand roamed your body, squeezing your breasts with some strength "God, I was already missing them" he groaned, still abusing your breasts.

He climbed his hands up to your neck, choking you lightly, the action of the man making you wetter, the noise coming out of your dripping pussy was pornographic to the point of making Eddie take his lips to your clit and suck it slowly, requiring all your control not to moan aloud.

His finger circled her entrance as he suckled her clit torturously, ever changing how hard his lips pressed on her nerve bud.

You squirmed under the touch of your stepfather, who always stopped sucking you to check on your mother when you were about to come, you could feel the mischievous smile on his lips pressed to your pussy. He thrust his second finger in without warning, causing a sweet moan to escape from his lips swollen from Eddie's kisses.

"What a tight little pussy, holy shit" he continued to sink his fingers into you, phalanx by phalanx, your hips pressing up against your stepdad's fingers.

"Fuck daddy, please move" you whispered in desperation, Eddie checked one last time on your mother, who didn't seem to have moved since the movie started.

Eddie licked all over your pussy while deliciously fucking your needy hole with his fingers, he hit your g-spot, massaging the spongy place with his fingertips.

"oh...just like that, don't stop please" you moaned not so low this time, prompting Eddie to cover your mouth with his heavy hand.

"Either you shut the fuck up or I'll stop now, understood, slut?" you could only nod as tears gathered in the corner of your eye, but you didn't know if it was from pleasure or from the tone Eddie spoke to you.

Eddie stopped fucking your pussy and brought his fingers to your mouth, he outlined your lips with your pussy juices, you opened your mouth to receive his fingers when he stopped his fingers just a few inches from your mouth "Lick, lick just like the good kitten you are" his face was serious and you could see his cock twitching even though it was covered by his pants.

You took the first shy lick, testing if it was what your stepfather really wanted "Don't be shy, kitten. You can lick it, it will make daddy feel good" he whispered, and you did as you were told, you took small licks of cat in the fingers involved by its taste, each lick Eddie felt more in the already apparent erection.

When his fingers were already clean and covered in your saliva, he went back to fucking you. He fucked you with both fingers while his thumb worked tirelessly on your clit, making you curl up on the couch until you felt small. You felt the heat build in your lower belly, you began to grind your hips against the older man's hand, biting down on his hand to stifle the groan you knew was going to escape.

Your mother, still in a sleepy state, dropped her wineglass from her hand, startling you and Eddie, who quickly removed his hand from your pussy. Both you and he didn't have the courage to turn around and find out what fate had prepared for the two cheaters, after a few seconds without any reaction - from any side - Eddie had the courage to look and see the sleeping figure of his wife.

"Sit on the couch, turn to the TV and open your legs" he demanded in one breath, helping you to get in the position he needed, he covered both of your bodies with the blanket that was on the couch, he handled your hand to his dick, pressing it against the extremely hard dick.

"See what you do to daddy? Making daddy feel so good, my good girl "Eddie whispered in his ear as his fingers collected all the arousal from your pussy, making his fingers wet as he teased your clit.

Eddie set a slow pace as he fucked you, his lips kissing your pussy, he explored every spot of your sex with the tip of his tongue, ending up in a delicious flat tongue where you needed it most.

He picked up the pace as his lips enveloped your clit, sucking in time as his fingers worked your spongy spot, "that's it my good girl, let go, cum on daddy's finger" he picked up the pace "makes daddy feel good , let me feel that pussy squeezing my fingers" when his lips turned the attention back to your clit, you felt like you were going to explode with pleasure

"Daddy, please daddy I need to go to the bathroom, I'm going to pee, please, stop I'm going to pee" you cried, which made Eddie's pupils get even bigger, his black gaze already told you that he wouldn't stop, and so it was.

He fucked you more precisely as his mouth did all the movements he learned that made you react more, Eddie covered your mouth when you started to squirt, wetting all over the leather sofa, your stepdad's pants and the blanket that your mother had washed in the same week, he smiled maliciously seeing the state that only his fingers had left you.

You on the other hand couldn't think of anything, in pure ecstasy of the best orgasm of your life, it was just that there was only you and Mister Munson in all the world, but reality soon hit you in the face

"Hey, kitten. Go to the bathroom and clean up, we've risked our luck too much" your stepfather whispered, you just consented and went to the bathroom of your room to shower.

You tried to be as quick as possible so you could spend more time with your family, you chuckled to yourself at your last thought, putting on your pajamas and slippers but before you reached the halfway point of the stairs you managed to hear a familiar, wet, and cracking sound, like if anyone was...

"fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck" you thought, going down a few more steps silently, seeing your mother in her husband's lap, attacking the man's neck like a hungry animal, eddie's eyes were glued to the ceiling until they moved to your eyes, keeping his gaze glued to yours for all the torturous time you spent there, before the first tear fell you entered your room and were careful not to slam the door, you didn't want to spoil your mother's fun.

you lay in bed, and closed your eyes letting the tears flow, thinking about all the wrong moments you had with your stepdad, how you knew it would end up like this and how you got carried away and caught between the fun and the passion.

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[takumaswife]

Liar, Liar - Amagai's sister x Tsukasa Takajo

Word count: 5447

A/n: it's been in my head so with some motivation, I wrote this and I hate ittttt as alwayssss

Masterlist

"Three schools.. three damn schools, Kohei!" You shouted at your brother as the two of you rode in the backseat of the car, driven by Mr. Suzaki. Kohei rolled his eyes and groaned at your nagging. "All because you want to be the best." You continued, crossing your arms as you looked out the window. "How many times do I have to tell you? I- we.." He quickly fixed his words when he saw the glare you gave him. "WE were born to be on the top of the chain." He continued. You rolled your eyes at your arrogant brother. "Next school, we will be the leaders." He spoke again. You rolled your eyes as you looked at Mr. Suzaki, "stop the car." The man nodded and pulled over carefully as you unbuckled your seat belt. "Where are you going?" Kohei asked, furrowing his brows. You ignored him, getting out of the car. You looked at the driver, "take him to the school, I'll walk." Before Mr. Suzaki could speak, you were walking off. Kohei groaned and just growled, "drive."

As Mr. Suzaki drove, he told Kohei he had transfered his son Ryo to the same school as Kohei and his sister were now attending. Slightly confused, he looked out the window as the car pulled up to Senomon Tech, seeing Ryo standing at the entrance. It had been since elementary school that the two had seen each other. Getting out, Kohei looked at the male and started walking, Ryo on his heels. "Y/N will be here soon. We better take control before she gets here." Kohei spoke as he walked through the entrance. The whispered and gasp from people once they noticed Ryo. Kohei rolled his eyes and kept walking, his first task was to find the leader.

You walked for about fifteen minutes before making it to the school. Immediately, stares along with whistles and catcalls were pointed your way. "Obviously these men have never been around a girl." You mumbled as you walked your way up to the entrance doors. As you went to open the door, you felt a hand smack your ass. So that's how they want to play. Looking up with a dry chuckle, you swiftly turn on your heel, kicking the man in the face. He fell backwards and down the steps, his friends no longer laughing as they ran to his side to help. Crouching down with a laugh, you looked at the man who was now glaring at you. "Try that again, and I'll make sure your face is unidentifiable when they find your body." You then stood up and walked inside to find Kohei.

Looking down at the maroon outfit you wore, you laughed as a thought came to your head. "I wonder if blood would show on this uniform." Not really liking the jackets, you just wore the red pants and a black, longsleeve shirt. You walked up the stairs, hearing a commotion. Following the shouting, you walked in just in time to see Ryo holding the leader of Senomon by the neck. There were about six other people on the ground with blood dripping down their face. "I'm Amagai. And I'll be running this school." Kohei spoke as he looked at the beated, former school leader. Kohei looked over to see you and stood up, walking closer. "You missed out on the fun, sis." He chuckled as he left. Ryo let go of Saboten's face, standing up and looking at you with no emotion. "Suzaki?" You mumbled as the man stayed quiet and left the room to follow Kohei.

It had been about a week since you and Kohei took over Senomon. A week of constant fights and threats happening to you and your brother. It was finally when Saboten accepted that you two would run Senomon that the rest of the school stopped the threats.

Sitting in the upstairs loft of the gymnasium, all of Kohei's closest minions continued to inform him about the other schools in the area. Throwing rolls of yen onto the table, he looked at Saboten. "Get me more tools. I'll pay whatever. But we will run S.W.O.R.D." Saboten smirked at the money and took it, looking over at Tsudanuma, "Let's go." The two left along with the rest of the men to gather other schools to join their alliance.

Sitting there, you were annoyed. You had no joy in taking over, you just wanted to be at peace. But with your brother getting into fights, you were dragged along and had to help. Kohei could see the annoyed expression on your face and blew the smoke from his cigarette into the air. "Stop being a brat and just enjoy being a leader." Kohei spoke. You rolled your eyes and looked at your brother. "There is no joy when the only leader here is you, asshole. Where am I leading during any of this?" You raised your voice. Kohei sat up and looked at you with a dead stare. "Is that anyway to talk to someone older than you?" You laughed and stood up quickly. "You're two minutes older than me, dumb ass. The only reason you came out first is because I wanted more peace before I had to deal with your ass in the real world." You spoke as you started to leave.

You were simply annoyed by your brother. You loved him, but his ego was bigger than the universe. He needed to be humbled, but you knew it would be hard now that he had Ryo. Deciding to just leave school for the day, you walked out of the gymnasium and quickly left school grounds. You found yourself walking so far as to even pass the city limits. Soon you found yourself in Toraushi city. It had been a long walk, but you were thinking so much that you never noticed how far you had actually walked until you saw the sign.

Deciding to eat, you walked a little more to find a meal. You decided on a small shop that was selling yakitori. You walked in and was immediately greeted by a older woman, telling you to sit wherever you wanted. You smiled and bowed as you looked for a spot in a secluded place. You decided on a spot towards the back. As you approached the spot, you saw a head pop up and a loud voice. It was three boys about your age eating, one with curls, one with slicked back hair, and a blonde. The only face you could see was the slicked back haired guys. He was pretty loud, talking about how he wanted to fight the greatest. It made you chuckled.

Turning around, you sat at one of the chairs they had at the bar. The older woman who had greeted you walked up and took your order. You took out your phone, looking at the text Kohei has sent you about leaving and not informing him where you would be going. Rolling your eyes, you sat the phone down and faced forward, staring at the decorations on the wall.

Fujio was the first to notice you and pointed you out to Jamuo and Tsukasa. Fujio and Jamuo both looked at Tsukasa and smirked as they lowered their voices. "She's you're type. She looks bad ass." Fujio told the blonde hair boy. Tsukasa turned around and looked at you, humming quietly. You were different than most of the girls he had seen around. Most would be dressed in modest clothing and wouldn't dare wear pants. You were different. Fujio had the bright idea to shout as if he was in pain, causing the entire shop including you to turn and look at their table. All three boys were staring at you before apologizing out loud to everyone. 'Should have picked another place.' You thought in your head.

"So?" Fujio smirked and looked at his friend Tsukasa rolled his eyes towards his friends but the two could see his cheeks turning red. "Fine.. Excuse miss in red!" Fujio shouted. "Fujio." Tsukasa warned. You knew they had to be talking to you. No one else was wearing red. Turning around, you looked at the small group of boys. "My friend here thinks your pretty and you should go on a date with him." Fujio spoke with a cheeky grin. He could feel Tsukasa's death glare piercing into the side of his head.

Getting off your seat, you walked over to the table and crossed your arms. "If that is so, why isn't he asking me himself?" You asked, seeing the blonde male keep his eyes away from yours. "He's shy. His name is Tsukasa." Tsukasa kicked Fujio under the table, causing Fujio to whine. You chuckled and hummed before walking back to the bar. Just as you walked up, the older woman had sat your plate down. You thanked her before asking for a pen and paper. Writing your name and number down, you handed her the pen back before bringing the sliver of paper over and setting it down next to Tsukasa.

Fujio and Jamuo were next to Tsukasa, teasing him to no end as you walked back to your seat to eat. "I'm sick of you two." Tsukasa spoke, only earning laughs.

You were nearly finished with your food when you felt a tap on your shoulder. It was the slicked hair boy. "We are leaving but our friend said he would walk you home. It was nice meeting you." He whispered, glancing behind himself before he took off, pulling the curly haired boy with him. Within seconds, Tsukasa emerged from the bathroom and looked around for his friends. Setting some yen down, you got up from your chair and slowly made your way to Tsukasa. "Uh, your friends left.. he said you would walk me home?" You asked, the nervousness in your voice prominent. Tsukasa cursed under his breath. He glanced at the clock on the shop walk and saw it was getting late anyways, and he couldn't let a girl walk home alone in a city filled with delinquents.

"Y-yeah." Tsukasa spoke, trying to keep his own nerves down. Not many times did he get the chance to actually speak with girls. Despite being popular amongst the girls at surrounding schools, he wasn't one to acknowledge any of them. He was more into taking care of his friends than being in a relationship. He also had insecurities about his life which is why he didn't talk much about himself when walking you home. You unknowingly felt the same way he did. You weren't happy much being a fighter. You only saw fighting as an activity to take place ONLY when needed. You were different from your twin brother.

The walk home was pretty quiet, but he was surprised to find out you lived in the Oya district. You had told him you were walking and didn't realize you entered Toraushi until it was too late. However, once you realized you were getting closer to your school, you stopped and told him you would walk home the rest of the way alone. Tsukasa tried to talk you into letting him continue to walk you, but you told him your family would be angry if a man was with you. Hesitantly he agreed before he said goodbye and watched you walk your way.

That night when Tsukasa got home, he immediately texted you to see if you had made it home safe.

'Hey its tsukasa. I hope you made it home ok'

Your felt phone buzzed in your pocket as you walked to your room, your brother on your heel, yapping about how you shouldn't leave alone. Rolling your eyes, you slammed your room door in his face and took your phone from your pocket. You smiled a bit that he had actually messaged you to check on you.

'I did. I'm hoping you did as well. Thank you for walking me as far as you could. Btw my name is y/n'

Tsukasa quickly checked the message, shaking his head as he realized how excited he got when you replied. "Don't get stupid." He spoke to himself.

'I did too. If you ever need someone to walk you again I wouldn't mind'

Reading the message, your heart kinda fluttered. Tsukasa wasn't a bad looking guy at all. But if Kohei found out or if Tsukasa found out about your school life, he would never talk to you again.

'Will do, I hope you have a nice night!'

You replied before setting your phone to charge. You then went to shower.

Over the next month, you and Tsukasa actually hung out a lot. You found yourself leaving school to meet him to walk around the lake or go have lunch. Kohei was wondering where you were going so often but he had more important things to worry about. He was currently in a meeting with Ebara and Kama High on taking over Oya. However, Kohei wanted more help.

You'd be lying if you said you weren't crushing hard on this boy. Your hangouts would be peaceful, a smile never leaving your faces.

It was currently 12pm when you had agreed to go have lunch with Tsukasa. He was on his way, walking with Fujio and Jamuo who were once again, teasing him. "I think he's falling in love." Jamuo shouted. Tsukasa only rolled his eyes as he continued walking. "You two hang out almost everyday. I think it's time to tell her about your fighting." Fujio spoke before Jamuo finished, "can't start a relationship with someone based on lies." Tsukasa sighed as he knew it was true. He had to tell you about his school and how he was nothing but a delinquent fighter.

As they walked, sounds of metal bats dragging the asphalt behind them made the group turn around. Men dressed in green. The other side, men dressed in red. "We fucked up.. Jamuo, get out and get all our groups together." Jamuo wanted to stay, worried about his friends. But as soon as Tsukasa shouted at him to run, he was out of there.

It had been an hour since Tsukasa was suppose to meet you for lunch. You tried calling and texting but nothing. Just when you were sure he would be a great guy, he turns out to be an asshole. You got up and immediately left the shop, heading back to your school.

Arriving to the school, you see all of Senomon students shouting and laughing. Some having bruises and cuts all over their faces. "They never saw it coming." One of the boys spoke to his group as you passed by. "Oi, y/n. Where have you been? You missed the greatest fight." Tsudanuma asked as you walked into the school. "I was getting lunch." You answered before shaking your head. "Anyways, who did y'all fight?" You asked. Tsudanuma looked at you and hummed, "Oya high. We even kidnapped one of their members. Next plan is the rest of the school comes for him then Kohei says we take over. With Kama and Ebara on our side, we will win again."

You were confused. Is this what Kohei had been working on while you were off, sneaking to meet what you thought was the love of your life.

Walking through the doors of the gymnasium, you walked up the stairs to the loft to meet with your brother. As you made it to the top of the stairs, you walked over to the couches, shouting at your brother. "Oi, Kohei! What is this about you kidnapping? What sucker was slow enough to let you.." your voice got lower when you noticed the familiar blonde hair. The boy you were suppose to meet for lunch about two hours ago was sitting, tied up against the railing of the loft. You slowly walked closer, your face going white.

Tsukasa heard your voice, but he didn't believe it was you. Maybe he was dreaming. But the moment he looked up, seeing you looking back at him, he felt his heart break. You were part of this school. His first thought was you used him. He knew not to try a relationship. Why did he go against himself. Tsukasa didn't even have the strength to speak as his jaw was killing him from the beating he got from Kohei's foot. "This is our bait, Y/n." Kohei spoke as he looked at the boy. You sat down beside Kohei, staring at Tsukasa.

You guys sat there for a few hours before it started getting late. Kohei stood up, looking at Ryo. "Stay here and watch him. Make sure no one sneaks in to save him." Ryo only stayed quiet, looking at Tsukasa with a glare. "Come on, Y/n." Kohei shouted as he started walking to the stairs, you only nodded and followed. Tsukasa looked up at you as you walked away. Quietly, you mouthed an 'I'm sorry' to him before disappearing down the staircase.

That night you spent thinking about Tsukasa. You felt so fucking horrible that your brother beat him. Sneaking out of your room through the window, you made your way back to Senomon. You were quiet walking in, almost scaring Ryo from how quiet you were. "Ryo, go home.. get some rest before they show up tomorrow." You spoke as you walked closer to the couched where he sat. You glanced at Tsukasa before looking back at Ryo. "I need to stay incase they come." He spoke in a monotone voice. "They won't come. Just go rest, it won't be that hard to watch him." You spoke as you sat on the couch. It was currently 11pm and Ryo was tired. After much more begging, he finally agreed and left.

The silence was horrible. Tsukasa didn't want to speak to you, but you needed to talk with him. Once you were sure Ryo was gone, you got up and walked to Tsukasa, kneeling down in front of him. "Tsukasa.. h-how.." You asked, stuttering, trying to find your words. Tsukasa looked up at you and laughed, calling you pathetic. Your heart broke at his words. But you knew he was angry. You grabbed his face gently but he immediately pulled away, "leave me alone." You rolled your eyes and grabbed his face again, this time holding so he couldn't look away. "Listen, I'm sorry.. I promise you I had no idea they were fighting you." You tried to explain. He laughed and shook his head, "you expect me to believe that?"

Sighing you sat down fully and looked at the man in front of you. "Tsukasa.. If I had known, why would I have agreed to go to lunch with you? They would have kidnapped someone else, but not you." He just stayed quiet and looked up at you. His face was awful. The bruises, the cuts, you could have sworn his nose was broken. Quickly getting up, you walked to the gym washroom and grabbed a napkin, soaking it in water. Coming back to Tsukasa, you sat back down and gently started wiping his face. He was to weak to move his face away.

"Why didn't you tell me you were from Senomon.." He asked softly. You stopped wiping his face for a moment before continuing. "How was I suppose to explain who I am without scaring you away? I'm not some modest little school girl, Tsukasa.. I'm a delinquent who is forced to live in her older brother's shadow." You admitted before sitting back, biting down on your lip. "What about you? You never told me you went to Oya.." Tsukasa sighed and looked down at his lap. "Because I liked you and didn't want you to know I was a delinquent who had no future." He chuckled before looking up, shaking his head. "I thought you were different.. but you're just some stuck up rich kid." He finished. You frowned and shook your head. "I'm not stuck up.. I'm humbled compared to my brother." You sighed as you started to wipe his face again. "I just fight because I have to."

Tsukasa stopped talking to you for a few minutes before finally asking, "why is Suzaki here?" You looked around before speaking. "Suzaki.. Kohei uses Suzaki.. when we were younger, Kohei beat up the boys who bullied Suzaki. After that, they promised to fight for each other and become the greatest." You bit your lip as you thought back over the old memories. "Me and Kohei use to be close, but when elementary hit, everything changed. Suzaki's father's business went bankrupt and our father bought him out. Suzaki's father started working for us as a chauffeur, but our father started changing. He was good friends with Suzaki's father, then after he bought the company, it's like his father was a tool to our father." Bringing your knees to your chest, you looked at Tsukasa who was trying to understand. "Our father moved us to a different school. He forced the words, 'born to be the greatest' in our heads. Kohei was influenced the most by our father while I wasn't. Kohei believed money can buy anything. You don't need friends because they will stab you in the back. Kohei believes in fighting to get to the top. Now he has Suzaki, he can use him to make his goals possible.."

Tsukasa was trying his best to understand, but he was still angry with you. He didn't know if you were lying or telling the truth but at this point, he wasn't taking any chances. "I want nothing to do with you." Swallowing the lump in your throat, you nodded and got up, walking to the couch. You sat down and waited. All night you sat there, stealing glances at Tsukasa.

The next morning, Kohei and the others showed up to prepare for Oya to arrive. He was confused seeing you asleep on the couch and growled. "Why is she here?! Where is Suzaki!" He shouted, turning towards Saboten. Saboten shrugged, gulping. The screaming woke you up, making you stand up quickly. "I sent him home. I couldn't sleep so I came to watch the boy." Kohei sighed and looked at Tsukasa. Reiji and Gandhi walked in and sat on the opposite couch of you, staring you down like a piece of meat. Tsukasa saw the look they gave you, part of him growing angry. Kohei went to speak when he got a call. Answering he immediately shouted at the person on the other side of the call. "Bastards. We don't need you." He spoke, ending the call and throwing the phone on the table. "Ebara is out.." Growls and groans erupted between the group of men.

Suzaki showed up a few minutes later, turning to Kohei. He went to speak when Tsudanuma ran in, "They're here." The boys shouted as they immediately ran out. "I'm gonna go watch." You spoke, getting up and following the men out.

Standing on the roof of Senomon building, you watched the fight erupt between the schools. It was intense. You immediately recognized Fujio, impressed by his skills. It was when Kohei walked out to confront Fujio, that it got even more intense. The large junk fence came crashing down with six men coming out from behind. The six men easily took on the group of Senomon and Kama members while Fujio and two others escaped to the gymnasium.

Running back to the gym, you could hear the fight on the gym floor. Running over to the loft when you stopped, you gasped at the sight. Tsukasa was dangling from the ceiling by a rope. "K-Kohei.." you mumbled as you stepped closer, your eyes not leaving Tsukasa. Looking down, Kohei was taking a blade, going to cut the rope so Tsukasa would drop. You ran as fast as you could, pushing your brother away as hard as you could with your shoulder before grabbing the cut rope.

"Y/n what are you doing?!" Kohei shouted, getting up from the ground. You were holding on as long as you could when you felt the rope slipping. Tsukasa looked at you with a slight smile. "Fujio!" You shouted from the loft as the rope slipped from your hands. Fujio ran over, catching Tsukasa right before he hit the floor. Kohei looked at you in disbelief. The two of you began shouting at each other, almost becoming louder than the fighting below.

Fujio untied Tsukasa, looking at him. "Why is y/n here?!" Tsukasa groaned as he stood up, "That's his sister." Fujio felt his anger rising even more. He walked towards the stairs when Tsukasa grabbed his arm and shook his head. "I'll finish this." Tsukasa walked up the stairs to find Kohei and Y/n fighting. It only took Kohei pushing his sister to the ground harshly for Tsukasa to feel enough strength to run over and punch Kohei in the face. The two began fighting, punches being thrown left and right. However, Kohei was using a weapon which was unfair. As you got up, the fight between your brother and Tsukasa got so intense that they fell over the railing.

Running to the rail, you looked down to see Kohei and Tsukasa on the ground. Kohei was crawling after a wrench before he crawled on top of Tsukasa's weak body and tried choking him. Running down the stairs, you caught the sight of Fujio kicking your brother off of the blonde haired boy. "Suzaki!" Kohei shouted. Ryo limped over to attack Fujio when Tsukasa got the strength to send an uppercut. Running over, you took Tsukasa's arm and held him up. "I have him-" You started, being interrupted by Fujio's growl. Tsukasa patted his shoulder gently as a signal to say it was okay to let you near him.

As the Oya alliances filled the gymnasium, the rest of the Senomon and Kama students ran out of the gym in fear. "Here let me help." A taller male with glasses walked over to you, taking Tsukasa's other arm and wrapping it around his shoulder.

Just as you thought it was over, Fujio and Ryo started fighting again. But this time it was just them two. Everyone stood aside to watch the two fight. Once Fujio hit the ground, Kohei started shouting with happiness that he had won. Fujio laughed as he slowly got up. It was very impressive that he had so much more in him despite how weak the both were. When Suzaki fell and didn't get up, the gymnasium was quiet.

Kohei shook his head, repeating to himself. "There's no way.. I did not lose.." He then reached into his pocket and pulled out his switchblade. He ran up to Fujio. Knowing his next move, you let go of Tsukasa, running up in-between your brother and his target. "Y/N!!" You heard Tsukasa shout. You felt the blade enter your abdomen, your breath catching in your throat. Kohei stopped once he realized the blade was in you and not Fujio. He stuttered trying to find the words as he looked down at the blade that penetrated your stomach. "Y-y/n.." Kohei whispered.

Your eyes started closing as you passed out. Tsukasa pushed off of Todoroki as he ran over to catch you. Kohei stepped back, shaking his head as he couldn't believe what he had just done. He stared at his hand, his body shaking in fear. Kohei rushed over to you, only for Tsukasa to push him away harshly. Kohei was staring at you in fear as you weren't responsive. In their weak state, Fujio looked at Rao and asked for help to carry you to the entrance of the school where they would call an ambulance.

Rao picked you up and rushed you out of the gymnasium to the entrance of the school. As he got to the front, Mr. Suzaki, who was there to pick you and Kohei up, saw you passed out in Rao's arms. He got out and opened the door for Rao, "get her inside!" He shouted. Rao nodded as he laid your body in the back seat. Mr. Suzaki got back in the car, rushing you to the nearest emergency room.

Once he arrived to the ER entrance, he got out and informed the nurses who rushed out to collect your body. You were sent to emergency surgery as the blade was deep enough and close to vital organs.

Fourteen hours your surgery took because the blade had cause more damage than the surgeon had originally thought. Fourteen hours the waiting room was filled with members of Oya who were there for Tsukasa, the members of Suzuran, and Kohei and Ryo. Kohei had his face in his hands as tears fell down his cheek. He didn't realize how much of an awful person he had become. His ego got so high that it almost killed the person he cared about most.

Once you were put in a room, only a few people were allowed to visit at a time. Kohei was the first one. Since you were still asleep, Kohei stayed in the room, holding your hand until you woke. Once your eyes slightly opened, Kohei was at your side apologizing. You held up your free hand and patted his head. "Y/n.. I'm so sorry.. I'm so fucking sorry.." Kohei spoke, a tear falling down his cheek. You knew he meant it as it was the first time you had ever seen Kohei cry.

"I'm sorry.. I don't know what has gotten into me. I don't know what I've become. Please, I never wanted to hurt you." Kohei cried as he squeezed your hand. Your free hand continued to pat his head as you smiled weakly. "I love you Kohei, but I don't want to do this anymore. I'm tired of fighting. I just want to be normal.." Kohei sat there for a moment, thinking over everything before he nodded. "If you will forgive me, I promise no more fighting..- well, no more fight for no good reason." You chuckled and nodded your head. He learned up, kissing your forehead as he smiled at you. "Sorry for being an asshole brother." You laughed and looked at the door where Ryo stood. "I think you should be apologizing to someone else. Kohei turned to see Ryo before nodding and getting up. "We'll be back after we talk, plus I think someone else wants to see you." Kohei spoke as he smirked, leaving the room.

With a confused look, you went to speak when Tsukasa walked in. He looked distraught and still so weak. Walking over to your bed, Tsukasa sat down on the chair beside the bed, "hi." "Hey.." you replied as you looked at him. He was staring at his hands, trying to think of what to say. "Why.. why did you do it?" He asked coldly. You frowned at the tone of his voice and looked forward at the door. "Because no one needed to be hurt like that.. plus, he was your best friend. At least the hurt person should be the one you hate." You replied with a forced laugh. Tsukasa looked up with a frown at your words. "Who said I hated you?" He asked.

Tsukasa looked at you and leaned closer. "I'm pissed that you didn't tell me.. I'm pissed you also put yourself in these dangerous situations." You only frowned and looked down. He watched your reaction before sighing. "But..I could never hate anyone who would risk their life to save someone I care about. I also could never hate someone that I was falling in love with." Your eyes immediately jumped to his at his last words. "In love with?" He nodded and chuckled. "That day we were suppose to have lunch before all this, I was going to tell you the truth. I wanted to ask you out without starting a relationship full of lies." He explained as he grabbed your hand. "Plus, I really fell for you. When we would hang out, it was a happiness I had never felt before. Fujio said that's what love feels like. And I want to keep that feeling.. with you." His words were bringing tears to your eyes. Just as you were about to pulling him by the collar to kiss him, Fujio ran into the room with flowers and balloons. Tsukasa groaned and looked at his friend with an annoyed expression. "Don't worry, we can finish this when I get out." You smirked, only causing Tsukasa to blush.

[blueicequeen19]

Rafe’s Slut: Jealousy

Warnings: threats, violence, fighting, unprotected sex, jealousy, insecurities

Rafe punches JJ across the jaw, slamming his back against the wall before pinning him by the throat with his forearm.

“When are you going to learn your fucking place?” Rafe snarls, the blonde not backing down as he struggles against Rafe’s hold, blood trickling from his nose.

“You think just because you made her laugh that you have a chance?” Rafe presses harder against JJ, both their faces red in anger and exertion.

“Rafe, please.” You plead, looking around the party for someone - anyone - to come break this up.

“She’s mine. Her smiles. Her laughs. Her body. Her orgasms. Her cum. It’s mine.” Rafe snarls, ignoring your protests as the two continue to square off.

“Then—what— are you— afraid of?” JJ pants, struggling to form a sentence. “Surely — a Pogue — can’t steal — Rafe Cameron’s girl.” JJ smirks as Rafe’s nostrils flare before he reers back and sucker punches JJ in the ribs. He wheezes, struggling to catch his breath before Rafe shoves him to his knees and fists the top of his blonde hair.

“You stay the fuck away from her or I’ll bury you.” Rafe snaps, his eyes finally meeting yours. It was a warning to the both of you.

“Insecurity is a bitch.” JJ chuckles. Rafe punches him again, knocking him flat onto the floor.

“Stop! What is wrong with you? He literally just said hi!” You scream as Rafe advances on you, dragging you up the stairs even as JJ laughs at your backs.

“He’s been eye fucking you all night. I know how these fucking dirty Pogues are. Stop acting like I’m crazy.” Rafe growls, hauling you into an empty bedroom and shoving you against the closed door.

“You are crazy! This is crazy, Rafe!” You cry, just as his fist connects with the wall, cracking the drywall while he chest heaves.

“You make me crazy! You think I want to see him throw himself at you and you smile back like a dumb fool? Do you know what that does to me? How that makes me look?”

“Well if your image is so easily ruined then maybe I’m not the problem.” You hiss back, slapping your hands against his chest.

Time seems to still as you both glare back at one another. The tension so thick that it’s almost hard to breathe. The moment your eyes flicker to his mouth, he lunges. His mouth devours yours as his hands yank your mini skirt up your thighs and over the swells of your ass before he spins you around and buries his face in your pussy from behind.

“Fuck, Rafe.” You moan, your nails dragging across his buzzed head as he eats you out like a starved man, his hands spreading your ass cheeks obscenely wide. His fingers plunge inside your dripping pussy and you cry out as he hits that sweet spot with every punishing thrust.

“So tight.” Rafe groans, pulling his fingers away as he stands and drops his pants. You suck in a breath as he thrusts against your slit, one hand wrapping around your throat to hold you against him.

“Push me inside you.” Rafe growls, bending his knees as you reach between your legs and guide him to your dripping pussy. You moan loudly as he fills you slowly, stretching you painfully wide before he finally bottoms out. Your hand finds his balls and Rafe moans in your ear, pinning you harder against the wall.

“I’ll kill him next. Don’t think I won’t.” Rafe rasps, fisting your hair before he starts to fuck you hard against the wall, making sure everyone heard who you belonged to.

[kreativewritin444]

blue lagoon/ j.m

 my lil note: i needeed something to post

 summary: rafe was toxic and your friendship with jj and the pogues lead to something more

warnings; just fluff and violence

    your eyes never left the boy your dad hired, jj maybank. for yard work and helping out around with the boat, you knew who he was. it was entirely different approach aspect though... you being a kook; him a pogue.

 after watching him the last few weeks, you start seeing him in a new light. nothing ever came out your small conversations, especially since you were dating rafe. yet he never seemed to treat you with the standard hatefulness. neither did you.

 “hey, jj.” you smile as you walk out the back door, him glancing up with a nod.

“Princess.” you loved and hated it but it stuck, he thinks your some kook princess.

“here.” motioning the water bottle towards him, he doesn’t act shock by the gesture. you’ve done this a lot now.

  “you hungry? was gonna make me a sandwich.”

 you heard the rumors, and you were good friends with sarah who has been seeing john b on the low.

not wanting him to know you knew. you just always ask casually.  “nah it’s fine. thanks though, y/n.”

 you just nod, “i’ll make you one to go then!” without letting him protest you head inside. knowing little but enough to know his life was rough and you weren’t insensitive.

  after packing a baggy with a double stacked sandwich, chips, gummies, and another water; your phone rang.

 “hello?”

 “hey babe.” rafe voice calls out, a smile slipping your cheeks.

“whats up?”

 “aw with the boys, we are gonna head to a party tonight. so get dressed, i’ll be there in 20.”

 without letting you protest he hangs up, sighing you set your phone down glancing at your clothes. ignoring your thoughts you head outside, noticing jj was almost done.

 “hey, might be gone before you leave so here... take this with ya’.” you set the bag on one of the chairs. he looks like he wants to say something but just thanks you instead, getting back to work.

   the party was stupid, rafe ended up ditching you half way. you finish your small drink, letting one of the girls you rarely talk to alone. sarah wasn’t around nor topper.

You head up the stairs and open the door to only to end up finding them surrounded by people doing coke.

 “what the hell is going on?”

 your eyes flicker at a girl who drapes herself all over rafe, anger fueling through you as he jumps up.

“he-hey, babe. it’s no-not what it looks like.” he chuckles almost, so out of it.

 you scoff before turning away, leaving the room ignoring his calls. not bothering with anything, as you head down the stairs you snatch a bottle off a table.

 the fresh air was amazing and knowing you didn’t drive, you just walk taking sips from the bottles as tears fall down your cheeks. this has happened countless of times, rafe getting caught up in all that shit.

 it was exhausting for you to deal with, and humiliating to go through.

--

 days passed and you were ignoring rafe, today jj wasn’t working and you were laid out by the pool. your phone plays soft music as you rest on one of the lounge chairs.

 “there she is.” rafe exclaims from behind you, making you sit up shifting towards him.

 “raf- what the hell?”

 “ya- you been ignoring me.” he glares and you stand up walking towards him,

“i’ve been busy... besides you were an ass.”

 the truth escapes your lips, getting closer to him, you smell the alcohol reeking off of him. his eyes bloodshot, and pupils blown. grateful your parents weren’t home.

 “fantastic rafe, you’re high and its not even 2pm!” the sarcasm drips from your lips.

 he scoffs, “what? you aren’t my mother.”

 your eyes glare up at him, the mockery on his face made your blood boil.

  “no, i am your girlfriend which is about to end if you keep this up rafe!”

 your voice raised at the end which switched something inside rafe, his hand grasping your arm tightly. tugging you towards him, the grip was harsh.

 “what you think you can do better than me? huh?”

 “rafe let-” his grip tightens making you wince.

 “no one wants you, y/n. your lucky im still even with you. do you know how m-how many girls i could have?”

 struggling from his grasp, you push back falling onto your side. scrapping your arm and elbow, a whimper escapes you as you scoot back away from him.

“y/n, i-” he stutters with an unreadable expression.

 “just go! go rafe!” you scream out at him as he hesitantly backs away.

 sobs escapes your lips, happy your alone for this. your arm was bleeding and the pavement left small rocks in your arm. brushing them away gently, before biting your lip harshly to hold back the sobs.

 “y/n?”

you gasp head jerking landing on jj, catching eyes with him. he stares at you with worry. “are you okay?”

 he walks forward as a few more tears escape your cheeks.

 “wh-what are you doing here?” he shakes his head.

 “your dad left my paycheck early since he was out of town, came by to get it. what happened?”

 adjusting focus on your arm instead, trying to keep your tears at bay. “i slipped and busted my ass... you caught me crying like a baby.” the lie was too easy, you muster up a small smile finally looking him in the eyes.

 “i can help clean it if you want?”

shaking your head, “no its okay. thank you though, did he tell you where he left it?”

 “yea under his gnome.”

 that made you smile laughing slightly. “sounds like him.” your eyes were on his as he scan your face, you could tell he didn’t believe your lie. yet he didn’t push asking anything.

“thanks for being nice to me.”

 rafe’s words repeats in your mind, as he shakes his head. “don’t tell anyone this, but you’re the only kook i like.”

 rolling your eyes, “lets not lie now.” he looks taken back for a moment.

“i’m not?”

 a shock expression crosses your face for a split second, “thanks, i like you too... um i gotta clean this up.”

he nods and gives you a small goodbye, your mind replaying that whole thing over and over again.

-

 “yes, here look this is what she posted after.” you told jj about some drama which he didn’t mind hearing, since he enjoy the way you talked.

you stood beside him showing him the girls instagram, as you two drank some lemonade vodka drink you made.

 “this is so much better than that reality tv shit.”

  you giggle and he smiles back down at you. “or the way you say everything in different voices, it cracks me up.”

 the confession made your eyes light up, “i didn’t even notice i did that.”

 he shrugs, “i gotta finish this up, but you should tell me the rest later.” you wink at him.

 “you know it!” you liked this, and you didn’t have this with rafe. walking back inside your mind couldn’t escape that boy.

-

 “he killed her?” you stare at john b and sarah, disgust filling you up. the way the last few weeks have changed so much.

“i know, im sorry.” sarah understanding your pain, she was his sister.

 “i knew he could be rough but...” your eyes fell to the floor, just in shock at everything.

“rough?” jj’s voice rang out, after being silent for a good moment.

 it made it worse since the two of you started getting closer, you failed to reply not even bothering to look at the rest of the group.

“oh, y/n. im so sorry.” kie’s arms wrap around you as you finally make eye contact with jj. sarah grasp onto the both of you, making a small group hug.

 “i swear i wont say anything about the gold, and im not even dealing with rafe so... you guys have me if you’re willing.” it was true after the last time rafe hit you was before he murdered peterkin.

 you left and have ignored him since. even your parents knew you didn’t want to speak to him.

 “we are.” that shocks everyone that jj accepted you so quickly but they didn’t disagree. you gave a small smile, just trying to wrap your mind around everything.

  -

   after the presumed death of john b and sarah everything changed, you manage to avoid rafe at best cost but it all felt torn apart. no one believed the group, your parents couldn’t believe that rafe could be a murderer.

 someone you loved turned evil, and now two people who were your close friends are gone. you refused to believe they were dead. it was only a few days since that night, but you could barely sleep.

 a knock on your window made your eyebrows furrow, the sight of a sad jj sent you in a mode. pushing the window up in a rush.

 “oh, jj come in.”

  he quickly comes through before his arms surround you. “h-he can’t be gone.”

 his sobs ached your soul, this was when you went to be brave. you pull him in your bed and cuddle each other, having each other at nights like these allowed the burden to be shared.

 it helped, so it continued.

-

 “let me go!” you hit rafe as he tries to shove you in the vehicle along side a drugged sarah.

“jj!” you scream out as he shoves you in the door, your breathing erratic as your eyes land on her. you try to shake her awake.

 “come on wake up...” you didn’t know what they did to her but after wheezie gets in along with rose everything makes sense.

after finding out sarah and john b were alive, and ward killed john b’s dad everything hit ten notches. your heart sank as Sarah mumbles but it’s incoherent.

You got inside the house to save Sarah, until rafe found you and shoved you alongside his sister. You didn’t know what was happening until it starts to click.

 this was a family escape, “wheezie? where are we going?” she shrugs and stares at sarah in worry. your heart beat rises and you feel like you could pass out.

 “i-i can’t breathe. “ you try to open the door but it was locked. rafe jumps into the car and starts driving.

 “no.no.no” you mumble before your eyes roll back.

 -

 eyes fluttering softly you blink to see yourself at a docking location. without moving the door swings open. arms pull me out the car making you thrash.

 “y/n/n, enough.” rafe yells scooping you over his shoulder, marching you onto the boat and into a room.

  “n-no, rafe please.” you beg as you look around frantically.

 you stumble onto your feet as he sets you down, begging as he stares down at you. “i gotta do this, y/n.”

 with that he locks the door leaving you alone.

minutes pass before sarah is brought in with rose, who see’s me. “oh i’m so sorry sweetie.” she rushes towards you, your hand flying up.

She halts carefully eyeing her as she looks at your remorsefully.

 “i swear i didn’t know rafe was doing this.” she pushes a drink out towards me.

 “here is something to drink, i swear y/n. when we get off this boat i will get you on a plane back to your parents.” the way she seems so genuine made you accept the cup.

 “im so scared.” you admitted looking at sarah as you take a few sips of the tea. confused on what rafe did to her, you glance back at rose.

 “what happened to her?” worry about everything was already running through you, but the sight of sarah being passed out had your heart racing.

 taking one more sip, you glance at rose confused on why she didn’t answer. “im sorry y/n.” your eyebrows furrow and suddenly the cup started to feel heavy.

 your vision hazes slightly, making you sit up abruptly. “wha-what did you do?” the cup slips out your grasp onto the ground as rose pushes you back, eyes fluttering shut.

  “come on, y/n. wake up.” your eyes flutter open seeing sarah above you.

    “sarah?”

 “shh. follow me and stay quiet.” you nod, letting her pull you up. so out of it you had no idea what you were doing, holding onto her as she leads you into a hallway.

 it felt like time was in and out, one second its dark, next red, then its bright. “sarah- wait a-.”

 “shh.” she stops me for a moment until a figure that you couldn’t make out appears behind her.

 “Sarah...” you turn her towards them before she pushes you to run.

 “go y/n! no you stay back, don’t touch me!” she yells and you turn the opposite way. heading down the side stumbling slightly, as the drugs were still not fully out of your system.

 the sounds of voices yelling, makes you turn back. not seeing anything you rush forward, reaching onto the deck. rafe was right in front of you.

 you try backing up slowly but he turns his head catching you in. “oh look who awoke!”

 you were absolutely terrified, you couldn’t fight him. eyes flickering around the only option was to run, but as you continued backing up. your foot stumbles on some rope sending you over the edge.

 the water is cold as it surrounds you as you swim to the top, coughing out some water.

 “y/n!”

 your name was heard as the sound of a small engine quickly comes towards you.

“oh my god!” sarah and john b reach out for you pulling you in. coughing as they take off to the other side.

  your eyes were frantic as Sarah held your arm. John b heads around to the other side of the boat. your eyes landing on the cross, dangling off the side.

 they find pope and cleo, before finally reaching jj and kie. you didn’t even know everyone was here.

  jj was unresponsive when he reaches over board, your eyes widen at the sight of him.

 “jj?”

you push forward, shaking him harshly.

“he-hey wake up.” tears form in your eyes as he lies still, “please wake up.” you beg as a sob leaves you, hugging him tightly. everyone watches the interaction between you two.

 he shoots up coughing harshly, before his land on yours.

“oh thank god.” you breathe out not worrying about anything else, after the thought of losing your him.

  -

 “poguelandia.” you smile up at him, “i kinda like it.”

 the peaceful sound of the waves hitting the island shore, makes everything seem okay for once. “you should like it princess, because i made it.”

 that made you laugh, before you focus on the sunset. “i would stay here forever if i could.” muttering the statement softly, left jj looking at you deeply.

“No missing the pool? Air conditioner, your Instagram drama?” He jokes but waits for your reply.

“This right here is real…” you motion around them. “You work for the life you live, the rest drowns out. I could do this forever. So yes I would give all that up, but if I start looking slightly ugly don’t judge.”

He laughs before shaking his head, “I feel that, but i doubt you could get ugly.”

 you focus your gaze back on him, biting your lip softly. his lips look so soft and plush. you just wanted too... your lips lands on his. the movement was soft until you pull away.

 “o-oh my go- i am sorry. i dont kn-”

 “its okay.” He shakes his head, hand still cupping your cheek.

You stare up at him too nervous to move, but his eyes flicker down at your lips again. This time he moves forward capturing your lips with his.

his hands tangle in your hair as his free hand pulls you closer. breaking apart for some air, your eyes flicker over his face.

 “i’ve been wanting to do that for awhile now.” you confess as his smile widens.

 his hands now around your waist fully, “i been thinking of that since i started working on your dads pool.”

 you shove him, “what the hell? you’re telling me you could’ve done this sooner?”

 he laughs, “i kinda like this blue lagoon type vibe actually.” your eyes flicker down agreeing with him.

 “i don’t wanna lose you, i-if we get rescued or something...” you trail off as he shakes his head.

 “hey, you won’t lose me alright? it’s us okay, no matter what.” with that he kisses you once more, the sound of the pogues and the waves fill you.

[heylorrain]

Serpent's death of peace of mind.

[ 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮 𝐦𝐲 🐍 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 ] - MDNI 🔞 Strong language ⚠️

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“Do you-oou actually thiii-nnk you desss-sserve a place in thi-iss world, Omini-iss? You were conc–cceived by mere acc-ccident, a miss-sstake, a failll-llure in nattt-tture”.

... Mrs Gaunt appeared before them...

Her presence, commanding and regal, emerged from the shadows. She was draped in a flowing leather cloak that brushed the ground as she walked, and an intricate emerald serpent coiled around her neck like a symbol of power. The tip of her wand glinted menacingly as she pointed it directly at the young girl standing in her way.

"You will not besmirch our family legacy and bloodline by associating your filthy cunt with my son, Mudblood. He might be blind and useless, but he’s still a Gaunt." she bellowed, her words dripping with venom. Ominis was writhed on the ground in agony while some students scattered in fear from the scene. 

Sebastian quickly grabbed Garrett Weasley and urged him to fetch his aunt as fast as he could. This situation was spiraling out of control.

The girl paid no attention to Mrs Gaunt threats, ignoring her completely while she sprinted towards Ominis. Panic seized him as he heard his name coming from Lorra’s mouth, his eyes darting back and forth, realizing she was there. 

“SEBASTIAN!” Ominis cried. 

Sebastian's heart raced as he understood the assignment: with a burst of adrenaline, he bolted towards Lorrain who was just a few feet away from Ominis, grabbing her around the waist and yanking her away with all his might. They stumbled down to the floor, narrowly avoiding a dangerous fall down the stairs.

In that same moment, a curse was casted - CRUCIO - Sebastian covered Lorrain’s eyes while he saw the pain and torment in Ominis, his body contorting and convulsing in torture. His skin turned red-hot under the curse's cruel touch, and he felt every inch of his body burned with excruciating intensity.

As her own son writhed in torment, Mrs Gaunt stood coldly watching, not even bothered at all. 

Lorra’s voice pierced through the air, filled with terror and desperation. "SEBASTIAN LET GO OF ME!" She fought against his friend’s iron grip with every ounce of strength in her muscles. Bursting free, she leapt over Ominis, ignoring once again, his mother.

"How dare you.. it’s ridiculous to even conceive the thought of my disobedient son spending the night breeding someone like you… disgusting, truly. " Omini's mother snarled, her lips curling with disgust staring down at Lorrain. 

Lorra grabbed Ominis’ hand and put it against her chest as she leaned over him to protect him from any other cruel attempt of her mother to hurt him. She began to cry uncontrollably. She wanted to pass his pain into her own body. “Ominis, stay awake… stay with me please…I’m here.”

Channeling all her hate and fury, the woman flicked her wand once more and unleashed another torturous curse directly at the girl before she could even protest or defend herself. The air crackled with dark magic, Lorrain writhed in pain and her body contorted like if it was broken. This time, there was no mistaking the sheer malice behind the curse.

Sebastian sprinted towards Lorrain. He could see her writhing on the ground, tears streaming down her face as the curse marked her skin with what seemed to be a green lighting. 

"Please, Mrs. Gaunt-" Sebastian pleaded, trying to reason with Ominis's mother. But before he could finish, the woman's voice boomed, cutting off his words.

"KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT, SALLOW!"

“Incarcerous!!” Professor Weasley casted the spell at the blonde woman and metal strings wrapped her thin and pale wrists in an instant making her fall to the floor.

“Mrs Gaunt! You're not allowed to burst into Hogwarts like this and-” Professor Weasley stopped and saw the trio on the floor, the boys were on his knees next to Lorrain. She was starting to convulse and blood was cascading from her mouth.

“SALLOW, GAUNT TAKE MRS MORGANA TO THE HOSPITAL WING, NOW! ”She ordered. 

Sebastian's mind snapped back to reality, he scooped the girl up and raced towards the Nursery with desperation fuelling his every step, the blood began to stain their robes…the floor… the staircase…

Ominis tried to keep up, but he was hindered by the loss of his wand, which could be anywhere, for all he knew. Panic and frustration boiled within him as he sensed his friends disappear into the distance and the smell of blood punched his nose. 

A reassuring touch on his shoulder brought him back to focus.

Imelda placed his precious wand on his hand. They took off running side by side, the girl urging him to hurry, leaving behind all the scandal as aurors began to appear to take business into their own hands.

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Lorrain writhed in misery on the hospital bed, her body twitching every two seconds. Ominis entered the room and immediately felt a wave of guilt. He could sense every excruciating detail of Lorrain's suffering.

"Ominis, we have to leave," Sebastian pleaded, putting himself before him, trying to shield his friend from the horrifying scene.

But the young Gaunt couldn't tear himself away from the girl's side. Every spasm, every twitch felt as his own, knowing it was all because of him.

"Sebastian, I can't-" Ominis started to say, but was cut off by the nurse calling for more help. Sallow and Gaunt rushed to their friend's side to assist her. 

Desperate to do something, anything, to help Lorra, Ominis began to talk to her in an anguished attempt to soothe her tortured body. He knew that his words might not actually reach her at all. The pain tormenting her body and mind was too much for her to handle. 

All of the sudden, her shaking stopped abruptly, her eyes flew open with a freighting brightness and an emerald green smoke billowed from her pupils, giving her an otherworldly appearance. 

"What's happening to her, Sebastian?" Ominis' demanded, his blind eyes searching for non existent answers.

Sebastian's gaze flickered between his friend and the green mist emanating from Lorra's eyes not knowing how or what to respond. 

"It seems she's- I have no idea wh-"

The girl sat up and began speaking in Parsel, her words directed at the blonde wizard, words filled with accusation and remorse.

"Look whh-aat you've do-nnne to my he-eeritage, Ominiss-ss," she spat. "Look whh-aat you've dd-oone to me..." 

“Lorra...love, what-”

“LL-Lorrain ii-isss lonn-ng gone, ch-chhild,” the girl spoke with an almost diabolic voice, hissing like a snake, arising from the bed and her eyes transformed into a deep, much darker green. She was channeling an otherworldly dark power that made the boys tremble. They gasped in fear as her transformation continued, her once innocent face now twisted into a menacing expression, her limbs breaking one by one..

Ominis's wand captured every “crack” on her bones until the point of sensing the girl's non-existent pulse, she had literally no heart beat at all. She busted out laughing, noticing the blind wizard acknowledgement. Nothing was making any sense. 

“Do you-oou actually thiii-nnk you desss-sserve a place in thi-iss world, Omini-iss? You were conc–cceived by mere acc-ccident, a miss-sstake, a failll-llure in nattt-tture,” the girl sneered, hissing like a snake.

Her cackling laughter echoed through the room as she humiliated him further.

“Youu-uu don't evv-een know how to uss-sse your own ccc-oock, he. he. he. Your patt-tthetic excuse for a wizzz-zard would diss-ssgust anyon-nne. ” Her sudden hate oozed from every pore. 

Then Sebastian joined in with his own cruel laughter, matching the girl's energy. 

“I almost feel sorry for you, Ominis, But not quite. You're nothing but a pity-inducing malfunction of the Wizarding World. And you were saying you fucked her? You can’t even walk in a straight line without needing assistance"

His words slice through Ominis like a poisonous thorn, leaving behind only a deep sense of worthlessness and shame.

He felt like he was drowning in his own terror. The Pandora's box was opened. Every nerve in his body was on fire, his senses heightened to the point of overloading. He dropped his wand and covered his ears, kneeling, his mind racing in a manic frenzy, trying to make sense of the horrifying sounds still burning into his brain.

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Ominis jolted awake on his bedroom’s floor, drenched in sweat and tears, his screams echoing through the room. His silver pajamas clinged to his trembling pale body. He could still feel the phantom hands of his nightmare, gripping at his throat, suffocating him. Sallow and Morgana were kneeling next to him, their words were mere whispers against the roar of panic in his mind.

Lorra’s voice finally pierced through the darkness of his mind, pulling him out of the just awoken nightmare. His chest heaved with rapid breaths as he struggled to come back to reality. 

"Tell me," she demanded again, her words cutting through his disorientation, "What's your favorite color?" 

A long pause filled the silence.Ominis tried to form a coherent response, but his thoughts were scattered and his tongue felt thick in his mouth. 

"My... favorite..?." he stammered in confusion. 

"Is it Red? Green? Or Purple?" Sebastian asked calmly, taking his friend’s hand and placing it on his freckled chest while he inhaled and exhaled slower than normal. 

"It's... It's…pur.. purple?..." 

After some time had passed, he could feel his mind calming down, the distracting questions and the feeling of a calm breathing provided him a temporary respite from the pain and terror. Despite his efforts to go back and concentrate on what his nightmare ment, the questions kept coming, each one more distracting than the last. He took a deep breath and signed when he had finally calmed down. 

"Nice teamwork" Sebastian praised Lorrain. She just smiled. 

Ominis desperately tried to explain his dream, his words became a garbled mess, tumbling over each other incoherently. He could feel himself losing control again, slipping back into the darkness that plagued him.

Lorra grabbed his face with both hands. Her touch washed over him like a soothing balm, quelling his fire within. 

"Gaunt, you had a nightmare." her voice echoed in his ears. "I'm here, Ominis. I'm alive. And so is Sebastian. Nothing bad has happened to us nor you. We are not going anywhere. Whatever happened, it’s not true. You’re safe. " she reassured him with a kiss in the corner of his mouth.

Tears rolled down Ominis's face as he clutched onto Lorra, desperate to hold onto something tangible. Slowly, the fog in his mind disappeared for good. 

"You... You're really you." Ominis choked out between heavy breaths, his grip on Lorra’s and Sebastian’s hands tightening as if afraid they would disappear at any moment. Sebastian patted his friend on the back a few times, then stood up and went to lock the bedroom’s door. 

With trembling fingers, Ominis traced Lorra’s arms, then her shoulders, then her face, drinking in every reassuring detail. 

" Stay ". 

He nervously tried to stand up from the floor, but Lorra's unmoving figure stopped him. Unsure of what to do next, he sat back down and was suddenly surrounded by the sound of sheets and pillows being arranged around him.

Feeling guided by an unseen force, Ominis found himself lying down between his friends, next to the warm heater, The sound of the waves from the Black Lake against the windows made a harmonic thrumming to his ears. To his left, Sebastian was as stoic as always, and to his right, Lorra. He finally curled up in the middle, feeling hugged and accompanied. In that moment, they were more than just friends - they were a fortress protecting him from the darkness and loneliness that threatened to consume him.

“You’re here, Ominis…”

“...Safe, with us”

And just like that, they finally felt asleep.

Notes

👉 It was very hard for me to actually find the words for the part where Lorra humiliates Ominis... so sad :(

👉 When someone has a panic attack you can help them by asking them questions ( really easy ones ) and putting their hands on your chest and breath normally. That has always helped me! 🫰✨

[krikeymate]

so i was watching some tlou edits today and i had the most terrible idea..

something kind of like joel’s death. with sam. with tara being held down while screaming for sam to please get up.

boy i hate angst (this probably gives away who i am) but i’d like to see your fantabulous writing with that situation!

Hi, the fuck? Double whammy.

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The temperature difference is the first thing she notices.

The sudden heat from the building is a sharp contrast to the snowy landscape outside, it leaves her body tingling, fingers and toes numb.

That must surely be the cause of the shiver that runs down her spine.

Surely.

The room is empty, but only recently so if the melting slush that’s been stepped across the room is anything to judge by. It’s hard to say how many footprints there once were, puddles fusing together in the warmth.

But there’s too many, she thinks.

Sam, and Sidney, and… others.

Tara struggles to swallow, breath catching in her throat.

It’s just the cold.

It’s just the cold.

There’s a noise, muffled, unclear.

She wants to call out. She should call out.

She can’t.

Tara creeps through the doorway silently, gun clenched tight in her hands.

Sleeping bags. Half a dozen of them, all spread out around a fireplace, burned wood still dimly aglow.

This room is as empty and quiet as the last, signs of life with no bodies to fill them.

“Sam,” she whispers to herself, “where are you?”

It feels wrong. Abandoned. Worse yet, abandoned in a hurry.

That’s never a good sign.

She doesn’t even know if this is where Sam and Sidney ended up. They could be anywhere, it’s been hours after all, and tracking has never been Tara’s speciality. Sam was the tracker, the one with the good eye.

If Tara had been the one missing, Sam would have found her by now.

A thud has her spinning on her heel, gun nearly flying out her hand as she turns.

Fuck.

She should know better. What a stupid mistake to make. It could have cost her her life, had anyone been there.

But the noise isn’t coming from behind her, it’s coming from below. Now that her ears have trained onto the noise, Tara can’t unhear it.

She goes searching and finds the stairs to the basement behind lucky door number three, and takes a moment to breathe and settle her shaky hands before her descent.

The dread she had tried to ignore earlier is a chain now, nestled across her tense shoulders. Every step she takes feels heavier than the last.

The groaning of the wood beneath her feet sets her heart racing.

She doesn’t know why her hand trembles as she reaches out for the door handle.

She doesn’t remember the last time she felt so scared. She doesn’t remember the last time Sam wasn’t there, just within reach in case she needed her. Even when they were fighting, Sam was still there.

Then Tara hears a familiar whimper from behind the door, and finds her fear isn’t important anymore. The door flies open.

She can barely comprehend the scene before her.

Sam.

Sam’s here.

Lying on the floor.

Bloody.

There’s so much blood.

Too much blood.

Between them stands a silhouette.

Shadowed and still, other than the drip drip drip, a golf club in their hand, repurposed into a tool of violence.

It makes Tara burn.

With teeth bared, she raises her gun and steps forward, only to be thrown to the side as something collides with her.

Stupid girl.

They aren’t alone. Remember?

Tara disregards the gun now skidding away from her, and with a heavily practised motion, has her favourite knife in her hand – a gift from Sam long ago, regularly sharpened, and cherished – and thrusts it behind her and into the neck of her assailant.

The body falls away, but she has no time to breathe, to move, before an elbow cracks into her face and another takes its place.

“Get the fuck off me!” she yells as she struggles against the knee on her back and the hand pinning her head to the floor. “Sam!”

The woman holding her down laughs.

“I’m so glad you’re here to see this,” she says, fingers twisting into her hair and pulling. Tara can practically hear the grin in her voice; the manic tone holds no anger for her fallen companion, only glee at her presence.

Tara doesn’t have time to wonder why.

“Ethan,” the stranger calls out to the figure, slamming Tara’s head back down into the floor. “It’s finally time to end it.”

Ethan turns to them and smiles down at Tara, teeth bloody like the rest of his face. Her stomach lurches as she realises it’s blood splatter.

“Gladly,” he replies softly. “Don’t worry Tara, we’re not going to hurt you. We just want to settle a debt.”

He speaks with a gentle cadence, but his face tells a different story. Dark and predatory eyes, a sharpness to his toothy-smile, an unnatural giggle as he drags a hand along the wet club.

“SAM!” Tara cries out, feeling desperate in a way she’s never felt before.

Ethan smacks the club against the floor.

“Sam, please get up, Sam please, Sam fucking get up!”

Her sister groans, dragging her head to face her. It looks painful. She looks like she’s in so much pain. It brings tears to Tara’s eyes as she struggles against the stranger’s grip.

It’s useless. She’s too strong, Tara’s too weak.

“Tara…” Sam whispers, fingers twitching as she tries to reach out for her.

Ethan stomps on the reaching hand, delighting in the way Sam whimpers.

“STOP IT!” Tara begs. “Please, please stop, I’ll do anything, please don’t hurt her.”

Ethan laughs harshly, persona forgotten.

“Oh, it’s too late for that Tara. Samantha here took our brother from us, now you’re going to learn what it’s like to lose someone you love.”

He swings the club before Tara can even scream out.

She finds herself frozen as he swings again and again.

All she can hear is the crack of metal against bone, the stranger above her giggling into her ear, the sound of her own sobs tearing themselves from her throat.

By the time he’s done, Ethan’s gasping, face orgasmic as he takes in the carnage.

All Tara can focus on is the shattered remains of her sister’s skull. It doesn’t feel real.

It can’t be real.

This can’t be real.

Tara thinks this image will burn behind her eyelids for as long as she lives.

She hopes it isn’t much longer.

Ethan lazily tilts his head towards her and taps the club against the floor, considering.

He says something. She can feel the woman respond, vibrations against her back, but Tara can’t hear a thing.

She feels deaf and mute and blind, stuck in the moment the club struck, that she lost her sister.

She didn’t do anything. She should have done something; she could have done something. Why didn’t she do something?

She feels her head tilt up, something hard and wet beneath her chin.

Tara looks into the eyes of the man who took her sister from her. She memorises every feature, the pattern of blood spread across his face, the knowledge of who it belongs to.

“I’m going to kill you,” she promises, voice barely a whisper.

“Good luck with that,” he laughs, and he swings.

[fanficfanatic000]

Eddie Munson x fem reader scary how I hate you

Eddie Munson x fem Warning Enemies to lovers Bullying. Chrissy mean girl. Halloween party halloween themed 18+ part 2

:scary how i hate you :

4 days have passed And all you could think about is the party and eddie munson.. it's stupid how he hates me but I still have feelings for him but I guess I'm dumb. ugghh! You put on the costume and drip fake blood from your red lipsticked lips damn its time for the party Robin is gonna Pick me up.

In the car

"Soo you sure you want to go to this party because if no then you and me can go watch a movie." "Yeah i told steve that ill be there so ill be there" "even if eddie and Chrissy will be there?" "Yes even if"

The party

Me and Robin got out of the car and " I'm guessing we walk the rest of the way in" "yeah i guess we do " You walk through the woods crunchy leafs and all no signs of anyone "y/n maybe we should head back." "No just let me listen…" You heard a crunch of leafs from behind you. And you turn only to see the two people you hate most eddie and Chrissy. "Fuck" you whispered then you look at Robin she gives you a look of sorry they're even here. Eddie sees you in your costume and red lipstick "wow i-i" Chrissy interrupts "y/n you look dumb.. " You roll your eyes and kept walking until you came apon a cabin Steve's parents cabin with a pool you walk to the door and knocked twice . Steve answers "Hey guys cmon in." You walk in to music in the background playing a couple making out in the hall and beer pong Robin:"im gonna go get some punch " she walks over to the punch bowl to Nancy wheeler her crush . You sit on the couch already feeling like a outsider then he sat next to you eddie munson in a demon costume while Chrissy is an angel Well I guess when you only bully one person it makes sense "Heyy" he says a small smirk on his face "Hi eddie" "remember when we almost became Freinds" you were surprised he even mentioned it. "Yeah i do how could i forget it " "you know I wish you didn't hate me." "What do you mean .you hate me…." "whatever…want some punch your friend is taking a little.. long" "yeah i-i actually do " he walks away to get punch and Chrissy approaches him grabs the cup of red punch and pours it on you "heres your punch" that's when you finally had it you cried and ran away upstairs to the bathroom you closed the door and fell to the floor crying about everything it finally just all fell out mascara running down your face.

Down stairs Eddie:"Chrissy what did you do " Chrissy:"i gave her punch " Eddie:"your unbelievable and i wanna know did y/n really say that i was a freak and she hated me or was it lies" Chrissy:"i-it was the truth no matter what she says shes the lier" Eddie" shes not though is she " Chrissy looks at the floor Eddie thinks to himself I have to try to fix this

Mascara running down your face until you heard a knock then he let himself in It's eddie "y/n" "what WHAT do you want to be my friend make me fall for you then just ignore me and be angry at me and not even tell me whats wrong then breaks my heart even more by getting with Chrissy..and continues to pop into my life and remind me of what i lost…" tears streaming down your chin and eyes as you explain he doesn't say anything except closed and locked the door and sat down in front of you "i-im so sorry y/n i just want to give you an awnser of why….chrissy told me that you called me a freak and hated me and it made me think how could a girl like you ever like me so i ran and im so sorry for making you hurt but i dont hate you never could." Eddie grabs a toilet paper and wipes the mascara off your face "y/n can I drive you home?" "Yeah.." the metal headed boy walked you to his van opened the door and drove you home. "We're here." "Eddie" "hmm?" "I-i love you " He smiled took a breath "i love you " You leaned towards him slowly then he grabbed you and pulled you close into a kiss. "Will you be my girlfriend?" "Yes"

A day later You and eddie made it official Chrissy hates it and you got payback by turning the school sprinklers ha You and eddie are happier then ever And Robin got with Nancy last night

[first-edition]

Lost Born

Aemond Targeryan x (valerian) reader

Summary- Months of waiting to give your loving husband a son results in the worries you wished would never come true.

CW- still-born, blood, midwifing knowledge, cussing, birth-gore, 18+ themes, child birth, child loss.

This is an uncut and un edited short fic

Your screams of agony can be heard from part of the castle. Despite the commotion of the gathering down stairs. Your giving birth. After 9 long months of a brutal pregnancy it’s time for yours and Aemonds second child to be born. Your first being a girl want to give him a son, even though he did ask the gods for a daughter. 

His arms wrap around you as you grip onto his sleeve. Your chest heaving in pain, your body flushed with fever. 

Aemomd whisper confident word in your ear. Despite the midwife’s telling him he couldn’t be in the room he ignored them and has stayed with you, he was there for his daughters birth and wants to be there for the second. To calm you down, to keep you safe.

“no NO NO!” You scream  “It’s alright Ive got you.” Aemond kisses your temple. “n-no no a-aemond something’s w-wrong.” You pant shaking.

“he should be out by now…something….s-someth-AHH!” You scream the pain overwhelming you.

You let go of your husband sitting up. 

“Y/n!” He protests. 

“let me up!” You say to your mid wives. 

“princess you need stay.” she says. 

“UP!” You yell they nod and help you up the only thing covering you nude frail body is the blood stained cotton sheet wrapped around you. Yet even that falls to floor as you hobble to the edge of the room aemond following close behind waiting for any moment if you so need him.

“princess you need to push!” One midwife says you lean forward against a table holding your self up looking down as blood drips onto the stone flooring. The weight of your self fall in as you drop to you knees aemond scrambling to your aide.

“NO NO PLEASE!” You scream at your unbornchild 

You scream as the pain surged through your body. You hand grips side of the chain so tightly your knuckles turn white and and the skin peels back on your palm. You scream murder into the air as your lungs burn. 

“AHHH!” You arms and legs shake her muscles ache. Sweat pours through your skin. How you wish your child would come out. Yelling and screaming for it to leave. Your vision is blurred stained with tears eye shut tight. Your hands and legs bloodied the fear you’ll die during this with aemond to be left in sadness on your body, as you push your way through it.

Silence…nothing but her ragged breath and soft rattle of the chair post against your shaking body. Looking down your heart breaks, your child. His child. Thier baby still-born. The cord wrapped around it’s neck. Purple pink only slight misshaped from the birth. Asleep peaceful. 

Shakily you pick up the babe dispite still attached in side your womb. Holding it tight. Sobs ring out of you. Heart breaking. Your name is called. A clean cotton sheet is placed over your body as aemond pulls you into a hug. 

“i-it’s a boy!” You sob into his chest. 

“you dont not need to give me a son for our house. Im in love with our daughter just as she is. You do not have to stay to the standards of tradition. Not in this house…not if the price is your death.” Aemond says pulling you closer to him soothing you.

[dancingwiththefae]

Faaaayeeee 💚 I am here to humbly request “ what's it gonna take to make you smile? “ from the hurt/comfort list for Geraskier, if that's okay with you (any other Pairing would of course be fine as well).

Leaving hugs and love before I leave 💚

Sending hugs and love straight back! Hope you enjoy :)

"What's it gonna take to make you smile?"

CW: None

wc: 841

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He knew it wasn’t about him. Not really. It had just been a long line of bad things that had built up until Geralt finally snapped at him for being just a touch too irritating. And maybe he was being a little irritating but the level in which Geralt blew up at him, he knew it wasn’t just about that. He’d only been trying to distract him anyway. It all started early this morning, when they were abruptly woken in their camp by an unexpected downpour. They hastily collected their things and made their way to the nearest town. Then they were turned away from not one, but two inns. Jaskier carefully ignored the whispers of ‘mutant’ and ‘freak’ as they left. He had no doubt that if he had heard it, then the witcher definitely had.

When they finally found a place to stay, the cold had set into Jaskier’s bones and he couldn’t stop shivering. Hit wet clothes stuck to him and water dripped from his hair down his face. His teeth chattered as he thanked the innkeeper and paid for two baths. Unfortunately, they had barely settled when a man accosted the witcher and told him of monsters attacking folks by the riverbank. It was urgent, he had said. And so Geralt, the stony faced martyr that he is, grabbed his swords and followed the man out of the inn, leaving muddy footprints in his wake.

It was hours before he got back. By that time Jaskier had bathed and found some (thankfully dry) clothes to change into. He was downstairs chatting to the pretty barmaid when the door swung open. If he looked bad from the rain earlier, he looked all the worse now. Mud and blood and things Jaskier did not want to linger on clung to his hair and armour. He had a nasty looking bite on his leg and a scowl on his face.

“Ah, Geralt!” Jaskier greeted cheerfully, spreading out his arms, “how was the-“

The witcher pushed straight past him and stalked up the stairs.

“…Right.”

He followed him up the stairs and stepped into the shared room. Geralt was methodically removing his armour. He didn’t look up when the bard walked in.

“So, you know,” Jaskier jumped straight in, “I was talking to Julia -you know, the barmaid, beautiful eyes- and she was telling me quite the story.” The tension didn’t leave the witcher’s shoulders. “Apparently, the alderman secretly fathered a child with the seamstress. She claims that the girl belongs to her deceased husband but everyone knows he died before she was even pregnant! But they think they’ve kept their little secret and he pays her every-“

“Shut up, Jaskier!” Geralt rounded on him and whatever he was about to say died on his lips. “I don’t care about the alderman and the seamstress, I don’t care about how pretty you think the barmaid is and I don’t care about your silly stories!” Geralt let out a frustrated sigh and carried on removing his armour. “Go and make yourself useful and play your lute downstairs or something,” he grumbled.

Jaskier had no reply. He stood there a moment, taking in the witcher’s outburst before turning on his heel and heading back downstairs. He didn’t take his lute.

It was a few hours later when he returned to their room. It wasn’t about him. Not really. He brought food with him. He knew for a fact the witcher hadn’t eaten yet. He pushed the door open slowly. The witcher was sitting on the bed in his sleep clothes, hair damp. He was looking down at the floor like it had wronged him. Jaskier carefully set the plate of food down on a side-table and stood in front of the witcher, arms folded.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he ventured.

Geralt shook his head.

“I’m sorry,” he grumbled, “for shouting at you.”

Jaskier sighed and crouched down. He placed his hand on Geralt’s knee and squeezed.

“You’re a grump, witcher. But I knew that when we first met.”

Geralt stared at the hand on his knee but the frown on his face remained.

“Come on,” Jaskier coaxed, “what’s it gonna take to make you smile?”

Geralt pondered the question.

“Some peace?”

Jaskier burst out laughing. The corner of Geralt’s mouth ticked up a bit.

“Don’t go for that, I’m afraid.”

He watched Geralt’s eyes slide from him to the space just behind him. Where his lute was resting against the wall.

“Play something?” the witcher asked.

Jaskier’s eyebrows shot up.

“You want me to play for you?”

Geralt looked at the floor sheepishly.

“Sometimes when you play when we’re camping,” he confessed, “it helps me sleep.”

Jaskier patted his knee and stood up to grab his lute. He pushed a chair forward and sat down.

“Then I shall play for as long as it takes.”

The witcher got into bed as Jaskier tuned his lute. Geralt was asleep before Jaskier had even finished the first song. He carried on anyway.

[sodamnradd]

“Am I hearing this right?” Theo dropped onto the sofa next to Blaise. “You asked Granger to the ball?”

Blaise snorted. “Dumb swot said yes.”

“Isn’t that an oxymoron?”

“Who cares?” He tugged the end of Theo’s tie playfully, pleased with himself. “Just wait until everyone realises I stood her up.”

“Cruel, mate. What'd she do to you?”

“Deducted ten points for no reason. She abuses those Head Girl privileges and someone ought to teach her a lesson.”

At the study behind them, ink dripped onto Draco’s Astronomy paper, blotting out the word 'Saturn'.

“You probably deserved it,” said Theo.

“You’re a Slytherin, Nott. Act like it.” Blaise rolled his eyes. “What’s up with you, Malfoy?”

Draco shut his mouth, suddenly aware his jaw was hanging open. “Nothing.”

It wasn’t like he should care. Why would he? Granger was nothing to him. Nothing, no one, nada.

And yet, he couldn’t stop thinking about what her face might look like humiliated in front of the entire school.

Would her forehead pucker and her eyes well? Would her chest rise and fall heavily, turning a deep, velvety red? Would she wear one of those Muggle dresses with a low neckline, skin bare and creamy—and now he couldn’t decide whether he felt turned on or guilty.

He tried warning her to cancel. Sending nasty notes like:

Lost my lab report. Is it in your hair? -BZ

but she laughed and waved at Blaise, who winked at her in return, unsuspecting of Draco’s schemes.

When that didn’t work, he bribed a seventh-year boy in Ravenclaw to ask her out. A bookish type with a Beater-build, and a dopey Ron Weasley grin, but she let him down softly, claiming she already had a date.

He even tried sneaking into her room to steal her dress, but she opened the door when the handle jiggled and he bolted, claiming he mistook it for the loo. “Smells like one”, he added as a half-hearted quip, though it was really gourmand and sweet like toasted vanilla and cinnamon. Granger to a T.

The special day came all too soon, Draco having failed at every turn to warn Granger away without incriminating himself.

With little to celebrate as of late, he hadn’t planned to attend, but knew he’d go mad wondering if Granger’s moment had passed and how she’d reacted to it.

For his sanity’s sake, and nothing else, Draco dressed in the nicest robes he’d packed—a black shirt and slacks, and a finely made cloak. He looked Death Eater-ish, which wasn’t exactly appealing, but he styled his hair messily and spritzed on cologne, hoping it made him seem more aloof than alarming, then joined the festivities upstairs.

“A round of applause for our Head Girl, Hermione Granger, accompanied by Blaise Zabini.”

The room burst with noise as their beloved Golden Girl appeared at the top of the stairs, dressed in a pastel yellow gown with the low neckline Draco had envisioned.

As promised, Zabini was nowhere to be found.

Jaw clenched, Draco recognized the moment Hermione realized this, craning her neck right and left, as the hall fell silent, hand trembling over the bodice of her dress.

She lifted her chin, plastering on a fierce expression as she took her first step down the stairs. But Draco saw it in the quiver of her jaw, and the blood rushing across her glimmering clavicle. She’d taken extra effort to look good, and Blaise had ruined her moment.

Whispers sparked across the room, speculating about why Zabini hadn’t shown up.

Ignoring every insular instinct in his body, Draco elbowed his way through the crowd, heart thundering.

Granger stopped in her tracks when he met her halfway, gaze fixed on his outstretched hand. The corners of her lips lifted, and she nodded silently. Face warm and smooth, she placed her hand in his, and they made their grand entrance together.

Later, while getting fresh air, Draco claimed Zabini let him take his place. “I didn’t know how to ask you," he said, not having the heart to tell her the truth. “I didn’t think you’d say yes.”

“So you sabotaged my date?”

“Are you cross?”

She shook her head, peering into his eyes with such tenderness he was certain it was misdirected. “Maybe I wanted it to be you."

Surprised, but not disappointed, Draco stepped closer. He lifted her chin and whispered, “Then do you mind if I…?”

She met him halfway. Gourmand and sweet—Granger to a T.

(750 words, cross-posted from twitter, loosely inspired by this scene from the vampire diaries)

[caitimetravels]

she's insignificant

chapter 4: run girl run

the umbrella academy x reader

disclaimer: i do not own the plot/storyline of the netflix tv series and i do not own the umbrella academy characters.

warnings: mentions of blood

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"you will be working on locating number five instead" reginald instructed the young girl. she raised her head in shock.

"what?" 

"come, we must work in solitude" he ignored her confusion, uncaring for her feelings as usual. he lead her down the stairs. she only remembered coming down here once as a child, it was when vanya was sick. reginald showed her to a vault like room. she stared at it, unsure.

"you will be training down here from now on, your siblings will not disrupt you down here" 

the h/c haired girl stared at the room with wide eyes. her siblings wouldn't disrupt her or she wouldn't disrupt them..?

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"like i said to your son earlier, any information about the prosthetics we build is strictly confidential. without the client's consent i simply can't help" lance biggs sat in his office chair, staring at klaus as he talked. five stood beside the chair y/n sat in, hands in pockets and annoyed.

"well, we can't get consent if you don't give us a name" five leaned in, gritting his teeth.

"well, that's not my problem" lance shrugged, "sorry, now there's really nothing i can do so.." 

"oh, what about my consent?" klaus looked up now, gaining five and y/n's attention. what was he doing? "who gave you permission to lay your hands on my son?"

"what?" the other three people in the room all spoke in unison. 

"you heard me" 

"i didn't touch your son" lance argued, glancing at five.

"oh, really?" klaus begun to lean forwards, moving to stand up. "well then how did he that swollen lip then?" 

"he doesn't have a swollen lip-" lance was cut off as klaus struck five across the face. five touched a hand to his now bleeding lip, glaring at klaus in confusion. 

"and, what about my daughter? how dare you lay a hand on her. she's so sweet and innocent" klaus turned to y/n now, gesturing to her. she awaited a hit now, sure he was going to punch her. "how could you assault her like that?" and just as she thought he slapped a hand across her face, leaving a bright red hand print.

"i want it. name please, now" klaus turned back to lance, leaning on his desk. the doctor raised a shaky finger at him.

"you're crazy" 

"you got no idea" klaus laughed breathlessly before taking notice of the snow globe resting on the desk. he picked it up smiling as he read it. "'peace on earth' that's so sweet" y/n jumped in surprise as he smashed it over his head, groaning in pain. he held his hands to his face for a moment before looking back up, hair dripping with water and glitter. blood dripped down the side of his head.

lance quickly dialled a number into the phone, lifting it to his ear. he was still in shock, "i'm calling security- what are you doing?!"

y/n stood and gently gripped five's blazer sleeve, pulling him back as klaus ripped the phone from lance's grip. five glanced at her in confusion but then realised what was happening as he barely missed an elbow to the face as klaus dramatically cried into the phone.

"there's been an assault in mr biggs office and we need security now, schnow!" klaus slammed the phone back onto the table before leaning close to lance. "here's what's gonna happen grant"

"it's lance-"

"in about 60 seconds, two security guards are gonna burst through that door and they're gonna see a whole lot of blood and they're gonna wonder what the hell happened and we're gonna tell them that you, beat the shit out of us" klaus breathed for a moment standing up straight now, staring the doctor down. "you're gonna do great in prison grant, trust me, i've been there. little piece of chicken like you, oh my god you're gonna get passed around like a.. you're gonna do great, that's all i'm saying" klaus waved his hand, smiling.

five smirked now, proudly standing beside klaus. y/n nervously stood behind five, watching over his shoulder.

"jesus, you're a real sick bastard" lance stared up at him, stunned. 

"thank you" klaus spat out a piece of glass.

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"focus, number eight!" reginald shouted once again, frustrated as she failed once again to find her missing brother. she squeezed her eyes closed tighter, trying to ignore his insults. 

it had been almost 6 years since five had disappeared and around 1 since ben died. she had spent that year working on finding her brother only to be unsuccessful. it was like he had dropped off the face of the earth, she didn't know how her father expected her to find him.

she needed to focus. her eyes glazed over again as she opened them, turning black for the sixth time that hour. her hands glowed a soft white colour in her lap as her powers worked. she couldn't hear her father anymore. 

she opened her eyes slowly to see destruction. where was she? she notices a store behind her, flames still burning endlessly upon rubble. carefully she walked into what was left of the department store. there sat a mannequin in a white top with black dots, only the top half of the mannequin was still undamaged, she had a single arm and no hair but what was left of her body was fine. suddenly someone walked through y/n. she stared at the boy for a moment, recognising him as her missing brother. 

"five..?" 

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klaus sat atop the bench while five sat across from lance who searched through the files. y/n stood in between the two, arms crossed and guarded as she watched everything over klaus' shoulder. her face still slightly hurt, hand print clearly visible. 

lance nervously flicked through the file five was looking for before pausing as he read it.

"huh.. that's strange" 

"what?" five snapped impatiently,

"uh the eye, it hasn't been purchased by a client yet" lance looked up at him now, 

klaus jumped off the bench, stepping behind lance. "what? what do you mean?" 

"well, our logs say that the eye with that serial number.." klaus stepped over to his other side and leaned over his left shoulder. "this can't be right, it hasn't even been manufactured yet. where did you get that eye?"

lance, klaus and y/n all looked to five. where did he get that eye?

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he was a little older than she remembered but he was definitely the same boy that ran away all those years ago. he didn't answer her voice, not hearing her at all. she frowned, watching as he dug through what was left of the store. he was searching for something useful. 

while he dug through scraps she went back to the beautiful mannequin. she was surprised at how it had managed to stay okay through all of this destruction around them. she reached a hand out to touch her before she heard five's voice. had he seen her?

"five" she smiled, turning to him only for him to walk right through her again. she frowned, why couldn't he see her? she tried to grab his arm but her hand only phased through. she was like a ghost.. where was she? where was five? "five, can you hear me?" she stood in front of him, trying everything to get his attention. 

"five? five!" why couldn't she help him? she just wanted to help. she felt so useless, watching him walk around and gather materials. she couldn't speak to him, he couldn't hear her..

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"well, this is not good" five breathed out in annoyance as they exited the building. 

"i was pretty good though right? 'yeah, what about my consent, bitch?'" klaus grinned, giddy as they stepped out. y/n sighed at her brother, trailing behind.

"klaus, it doesn't matter" five snapped, stopping on the last step to glare at him. klaus stopped just after, turning to face him.

"what? what? what? what's the big deal with this eye anyway?" klaus carelessly threw his hand in the air, not at all bothered.

"there's someone out there who's going to lose an eye in the next seven days. they're going to bring about the end of life on this earth as we know it" five spoke seriously, stressed.

y/n's eyes narrowed. that's where he had been..

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she felt herself being pulled away, like someone was tugging her. she fought, wanting to stay, she needed to help him. she needed to tell five he could get back, she could help him, she would.

she continued to call for him even though she knew it was useless. she wasn't able to help him no matter how hard she tried. she was like a ghost. five finally stopped rummaging, now noticing the mannequin behind her. 

"how did you.." he spoke softly, he even sounded the same. god, she missed him. she almost broke down again as he walked through her, picking up the mannequin softly. just as y/n faded she reached her hand out, trying to touch him. her hand instead gripped the mannequin. she shouted in pain as she felt like she was being torn apart. she squeezed her eyes shut hoping the pain would stop.

when her eyes opened again she found herself in that same room with her father scowling down at her. he watched her for a moment, for once allowing her to calm down. she slowed her breathing, wiping away the tears on her cheeks, bitterly.

"report, number eight?" reginald asked, impatiently glaring. 

"i.." she paused, she couldn't tell him. she would find five on her own if she had to but she couldn't tell him, she wouldn't. she was a failure. she couldn't tell him she couldn't do it, the punishment would be too great. "i didn't find him.." 

reginald clicked his tongue in disappointment. "you are dismissed until further notice. training will not resume"

"what? but what about five-" 

"number five is gone and you can do nothing to help him if you keep failing, number eight. you are too weak. you are dismissed" he snapped, narrowing his eyes, daring her to talk back again. 

she stayed silent.

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klaus paused before ignoring five's ominous tone, "yeah, can i get that twenty bucks like now or what?"

"your twenty bucks?" five stared at him in disbelief.

"yeah, my twenty bucks" 

"the apocalypse is coming and all you can think about it getting high?" five got up in klaus' face, annoyed. how could he not care that the world was ending?

"hey, um.. five?" y/n tried to diffuse the situation before anything could happen. she didn't need another family fight.

"well, i'm also quite hungry" "tummys-a-rumbling, grr" klaus grinned, patting his stomach and imitating gurgling sounds.

"you're useless.." the boy clad in uniform mumbled, incredulous. "you're all useless!" he begun to walk away to the stairs of the building.

"five? hey, come on. i'm sure we can do something else to stop the-" y/n smiled softly, walking behind him, holding his blazer sleeve. klaus interrupted her.

"oh, come on, you need to lighten up, old man" he stayed where he was, exasperated. "klaus!" y/n scolded, sitting beside five only to be ignored. "hey, you know i've just now realised why you're so uptight! you must be horny as hell. all those years by yourself, that's gotta screw with your head, being alone" he acted sympathetic as he sat on five's other side. y/n rolled her eyes, he was definitely just doing this for his money.

"well, i wasn't alone" five stared off while he fiddled with his fingers.

"oh? pray tell" klaus turned, interested.

five looked up now, reminiscent. "her name was dolores, we together for over 30 years" 

"30 years? oh wow, god, the longest i've been with someone was.. i don't know.. three weeks?" five's eyebrows furrowed, bored. he looked around for an escape. "and that's only because i was so tired of looking for a place to sleep-" he noticed a cab driving by and took y/n's hand before blinking into the cab. "he did make the most fantastic ossobuco though, it was.. five? y/n?"  

the pair appeared the back of the cab, scaring the driver. "don't stop. just keep going" five instructed before leaning out the window and saluting condescendingly at klaus.

"hey, hey, hey, hey! what about my money?!" he shook his hand, angrily yelling at them.

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"y/n, dear" grace smiled at her, standing in the doorway to the library. her siblings stood around their mother, all ready for bed. she was going to tuck them in. "it's bed time, come now, let's get you ready"

y/n stared at her books for a moment before ultimately sighing and following along. she brought two with her though. diego walked beside her, as grumpy as usual and only there because he was a mommy's boy. his eyebrows furrowed in confusion however at the books in her hands.

"why do you need books on physics and probability?" y/n looked up at him, surprised he was talking to her. usually her siblings ignored her now that she wasn't part of their missions. she stared at him for a moment, deciding whether to tell him or not. with a glance at the cameras in the room she decided against it.

"none of your business" she muttered quietly, curling her arms around the books, holding them to her chest. it gave diego a look at the equations written on her arm though. what was she up to?

he dropped it nonetheless. he didn't care too much if he was being honest, what she did was her business.. for now.

she was going to find him. she had to. with her books splayed out around her she made sure to stay to the quiet corner of the library, the one no camera in this house reached. loose sheets and notebooks filled with equations sat messily in front of her, decorating her wide array of books. if she could only tell five she could help him. he was surely smart enough to figure this out on his own but how long would it take him? she wanted him to come back sooner not later.

"come on, you can do this" she clenched her hands into fists, glowing white as she focused. her eyes turned black and she looked around. she couldn't move, she was stuck. she noticed five walking around but her body wouldn't do what she wanted it to. he walked over now however, did he finally see her? he smiled, taking a seat beside her. she noticed a book in his hand but she couldn't read what it was. he scribbled in it, focused. the only she noticed was that she was sat in red wagon, unmoving and unblinking. what was wrong with her?

five wrote down a few more numbers, showing her what he had written so far. it was similar to what sat beside her earlier. "i've almost got the equations dolores"

what..? her name wasn't dolores? 

she gasped as she was shaken back to reality. looking up she found a concerned looking klaus with diego a few feet behind him.

"oh god" klaus sighed in relief as her eyes turned back to normal. "i thought you died or something"

"idiot, if she was dead her powers wouldn't have been working" diego scoffed although he too looked quite relieved she was okay. 

"what were you doing?" klaus sat beside her now, staring at the numerous equations in front of him.

"what are you doing? shouldn't you be training or something?" she frowned, annoyed at having been caught and interrupted. 

"we asked you first" diego countered, crossing his arms. 

"i was practicing, nothing you should be concerned about" she waved it off, packing up her books and notes.

"it looks like a lot more than practicing, eight" he moved closer, stepping on the sheet she was about to pick up. he leaned over her, watching her carefully. she eyed him back, just as daring.

"you don't know what it looks like, two" she stated calmly, still holding the sheet. 

"c'mon, y/n, just tell us what you're doing" klaus whined, "what are we gonna do? tell dad? we're not luther" 

y/n snorted, remembering the jokes they used to make about luther sniffing dad's underwear. "fine, i was looking for five, dad stopped my training" diego stepped back now, confused.

"why would he stop your training?" 

y/n paused, looking guilty. she glanced nervously between the two of them before waving them down towards her, whispering. "you can't tell anyone.. i lied to dad, i did find five"

"you're kidding" both boys stared at her in disbelief.

"why would you l-lie? w-w-w-what are you going to do if h-h-he finds o-out?!" diego freaked out now, his stutter coming out in his nervousness.

"he's not going to find out. he doesn't care about me now, i'm practically useless to him now" she shrugged,  continuing to stack her papers again. "besides i can't move or talk to five whenever i find him, i just.. exist. i'm like a ghost or something. i still need to figure out how to communicate with him" she sighed heavily. first, she wanted to figure out what book he was reading. she had never seen it before.

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"what are we doing?" y/n and five stood outside the department store. 

"i thought i said no questions until later" he raised an eyebrow at her. "we're just here to get something" she shrugged and he held her arm before blinking them inside. they walked around for a moment, using five's flashlight.

"oh my god! five look!" y/n gushed, noticing postcards on a stand. "they have so many cities!" he stared at her for a second, confused by her fascination before remembering she had never really left the house. she gasped suddenly, turning around and holding up a fluffy bunny keychain. "it's so cute!" 

a small fond smile grew on five's face as she took interest in the small, almost useless items that the store had to offer. with a sad look she turned to him, still holding the white bunny keychain. "five.. can i keep it?"

he paused, he was about to take dolores so he didn't see why not. if he said no he would be hypocritical.

"fine. but don't touch anything else, okay? we can't risk getting caught" he nodded before walking away. y/n grinned, hooking the keychain into her belt loop before looking around. 

five finally found dolores, looking up at her. "dolores.. it's good to see you" 

"i've missed you, obviously.. well, it's been a rough couple of days" y/n couldn't see who he was talking to but heard his voice. she frowned, he had gone through a lot. 

suddenly five yelled, "no!" and then there were gunshots. y/n dropped to the floor, praying five was alright. she ducked behind a gardening stand. five appeared beside her and she almost screamed. he held a finger to his lips, shushing her. she nodded, watching as he grabbed a spade, testing it's swing before disappearing again.

she watched as he fought one of the two shooters, slicing their arm before running again. she couldn't see him after that, not until he came back over with a bag, pulling her with him. they ducked down one of the aisles and he tried to spatial jump but it didn't work. he was too tired.

"shit.. come on!" he tried again. in a last effort they ran and jumped over a stall, caught as the lights from the guns shone on them like headlights. both five and y/n froze.

"got him" the one with the pink mask spoke before they were distracted by sirens. five used this to their advantage, pulling y/n out and away from the line of fire. they stayed behind a stand, waiting for the masked shooters to leave before they did themselves.

as they sat y/n finally got a good look at dolores, freezing when she realised she knew the mannequin.

"oh my god.." 

"what?" five furrowed his eyebrows at her.

"you were in a relationship with.. a mannequin?" she looked up at him in disbelief. the mannequin was not her issue though.

"look, if you have a problem-" he glared, ready to defend himself but she shook her head.

"no, no. i get it.. it's just.. " she trailed off awkwardly.

"what?" he snapped, getting impatient.

"five.. my soul was in that mannequin"

tags: @rxses-and-reverie @lostgreekgod @on-yourmark-99 @bicyhot1

[dimpleddaydreams]

The Bath House: Part IX (King!Yoongi x Reader)

Genre: Angst, Smut (Namjoon)  Characters: King!Yoongi, Servant! Jungkook, Queen! Reader (feat. King!Namjoon) Rating: M (18+) Warnings: Assault, blood, consensual + nonconsensual sex/r*pe, guilt/shame, sexual assault, strong language, themes of kidnapping, mentions of prostitution, violence. Word Count: 3.6k Previous Part: (x) A/N: Here’s part nine! A little earlier in the day than I usually post, but I wanted to put it out there since I didn’t yesterday. Again, thank you for being so patient, and I’m sorry for the delay. BIG WARNING before reading this part, there are some explicit, heavy things in this. Please read the warnings before going into it. I hope you enjoy. x

Ji-Soo made her way through the palace halls, out into the courtyard where she looked up to see Yoongi. His face showing frustration, lost in thought as he watches over his men. Jungkook walks out of the war room, head shaking in disgust as he walks behind the king to the stairs down the balcony.

She followed the servant through the bustling crowd of soldiers into his quarters, shutting the door behind him. Jungkook turns to face her.

“What is it that you want?” He asks her, annoyed.

“The gods should damn you for your foolishness.” She said, tears flooding down her cheeks. “I told you to take her and leave this place. I begged you to keep her safe, you chose to ignore me. Now look what’s happened, he… Namjoon… he took her.”

Ji-Soo hung her head and sobbed, Jungkook’s eyes soft as he gazed at the weeping woman.

“I carry that shame, Ji-Soo. Guilt lays heavy on my heart. I miss her deeply, and I will have her back here. I swear it.” He promised. “Yoongi’s men need time to heal and train. Weapons need to be made. But she will come back home.”

“I… I did not know he would take her…” Ji-Soo whispered, causing Jungkook’s brows to furrow in confusion at her words.

       Later the night after Kim Dae-Hyun’s Execution…

The town brothel was filled with the grunts of men and the whimpers of women, lost in their own hedonism. Not that Ji-Soo could pay attention to their noises through the pleasure between her own thighs that Namjoon delivered with each thrust. Lost in their own world, confined to the four walls of their private, reserved room.

“Such a good girl… wrap your legs around me.” He demanded, looking down at the blissful face of the woman lying on their rented bed. She smiled, throwing her legs around his waist, pulling him in close to her.

He lowered himself to her neck, kissing her skin, his lips smiling at her light squeals as he continued his deep strokes in and out of her. Sweat dripped off of his skin, his breath heavy on her skin as his thrusts quickened.

“I’m so close, my love. So…UGH…so close…” He whispered, squeezing his eyes shut as pleasure overtook him. The sound of the room quieted as he removed himself from her tight embrace, placing a kiss on her forehead.

He rolled off of her, lying on the bed. His gaze caught her eyes staring at him adoringly. He looked over to her and smirked at the woman; her hair tousled, her skin glistening with sweat. Her lips swollen from his kisses, and the bottom half of her exhausted body covered by a sheet, exposing her nude form from the chest up.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said to her softly, causing her to blush. “I see why Yoongi kept you at the palace even after he fell for his queen. That dog may not invite Soo-Min or her women here to keep him company anymore, but he couldn’t resist hiring one as a servant, just to gaze at.”

“Oh, quiet yourself.” She giggled, rolling her eyes. “The bastard never looks at me, he is too enchanted by his wife.”

“Then he really is as much of a fool as I believed him to be.” Namjoon said, leaning over to her to plant a sweet kiss on her lips.

“When I got your invitation to meet, I expected to see you in worse spirits, after I gave you word of your brother’s death.” She said, her eyes empathetic as she gazed at him.

“I will not lie. Although I am saddened over his passing, my tears cannot fall. As you said, now is the time to conquer. Seize the opportunity, make it so his death was not in vain.” Namjoon said, his hand holding hers gently. “I will make sure that dog and his bitch burns for his actions.”

Ji-Soo’s eyes widened. “Why her highness? What has she done to deserve punishment? She is kind to her people, they all think of her so fondly… myself included.”

Namjoon scoffed. “She took his hand, she has his name. Has spending so much time with her made you soft, my love?”

“No, it’s just that I-”

“What is it?” He glared at her. “I need to know you are behind me, do not allow her to take your focus. I allowed Yoongi’s advisors to gather intelligence that I plan to take his life. They will warn him of my intentions, and he will come to have my head. I will attack him at his camp, where they are unprepared. A few of my men will be sent into this town to kill that whore Soo-Min right here in her own brothel. A price to pay for her lying tongue, before then going to kill Yoongi’s bitch.”

“Yoongi’s soldiers invite their mistresses to the camp with them.” Ji-Soo informed Namjoon. “Soo-Min will surely be there, as well. An opportunity for her to seduce the king one last time. You may kill her there.”

“Perfect.” Namjoon smiled. “I’ll kill the dog with a harlot’s mouth around his cock, and when they are all gone, everything will be mine. The courtyard where my brother’s life ended will then be on land of our family’s name. Then, I’ll make you my queen.”

Namjoon lifted Ji-Soo’s hand up to his lips, placing a kiss on her hand, causing her to blush. He pulled her on top of him, his lips finding hers. He allowed his tongue to explore hers as his hands settled her onto his lap.

“I must go back to my land soon, my love.” He whispered. “Let me enjoy your love one last time before I go.”

She smiled before positioning herself down on his once again hardened length. She whimpered as she slid herself onto him, taking him in fully, grinding her hips on him. His hands squeezed her hips, looking up at her as she threw her head back and whined, pleasuring herself on him.

After one more intimate session, they departed the brothel, kissing and sharing an ‘I love you’ one last time at the door. Namjoon turned in the opposite direction, taking his place on his horse before riding off towards the border.

Ji-Soo filled with panic. Her time spent with you had caused her to care about you. You trusted her deeply. She genuinely felt a companionship with you that she had not intended. Although she had little regard for Yoongi’s life, she did not understand why it was necessary for Namjoon to take yours in the seize of power.

She walked quickly back through the gates of the palace, onto the court yard, where she saw Jungkook. She read the devastation on his face, and she knew that everyone had gotten news of Namjoon’s intentions. The plan was in motion.

“Wait, please!” she yelled to the servant, who turned to face her.

After a conversation of begging and attempting to convince the servant boy to listen to her words, Ji-Soo pleaded,

“…Give her your love, keep her protected. Convince her to leave with you.”

Ji-Soo sobbed at the memory, wondering if there was anything else she could have done. She feared for your life. Namjoon had not written her since he took you from her arms so coldly, ignoring her screams to leave you alone.

She ran out of Jungkook’s bedroom, leaving him with a confused and saddened look on his face.

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You felt the warmth of your new servant’s arm wrapped around yours. In a way, you were thankful for it; it’s the only thing you find yourself able to feel anymore.

A sense of numbness became all too familiar for you in the three months since becoming a captive queen in Namjoon’s palace. He made sure his servants were around you always, ready to supply you with anything you requested. He showered you in gifts, expecting you to wear whatever he had made for you in the company of others. Whenever the two of you were surrounded by servants, soldiers, guards or palace guests, he gazed at you as though you were a prize. A trophy that he had won, that he had bested another man for.

It was not love. It was shallow. A show of power and prestige.

Behind closed doors, he did not do what Yoongi had you so accustomed to. He did not pull you in his arms, and ask you about your day. He did not allow you in his villages market, afraid you would run from him. Namjoon did not care enough to have long conversations, romance you in the ways Yoongi did. He only cared about your beauty, your reputation as a kind queen. To have you on his arm elevated his pride. He did not love you, he loved what you symbolized, and what you were able to give to him.

The servants led you into Namjoon’s bathhouse, shutting the door as they took their place, staring straight ahead, averting their eyes to the tub. Namjoon was sitting in the water, his eyes soft but piercing as they looked at you.

“Come, my love.” He said. “Join me.”

You went into the water, as Namjoon pulled you close to him. He sat you between his legs, placing kisses up your neck as his hands felt your chest before resting on your abdomen.

“The gods have not blessed us with a child yet, but I have faith.” Namjoon whispered in your ear. “Let me take you again tonight.”

You sighed, your eyes saddened as he took your hand in his, placing it on his length. With his other hand, he reached between your thighs, rubbing on your sensitive clit.

“Stroke it.” He demanded. “Pleasure your husband.”

You hesitantly took it in your hands, slowly beginning to feel him under the water, your stomach in knots.

“That’s it…” He whispered. He teased your clit gently before slipping in a finger. A light whimper escaped your lips, your cheeks red in embarrassment. “It’s quite alright. Enjoy yourself my love. It’s natural for a wife to respond to her husband’s touch.”

He curled his fingers into you a few more times, before bringing them to your lips.

“Open for me, my love.” He commanded. You parted your lips slightly, allowing him to slide them onto your tongue. “Taste.”

He fixated on your face as you nervously stared at him, your tongue lightly working on his fingers, as he told you to do. He smirked, noticing your movements on his length had quickened.

“You enjoy stroking your king’s cock, don’t you, my dear? Taking pleasure in touching your husband?”

He moved his hand from his mouth to your chest, feeling on you before bringing his lips to them. He sucked and nibbled on your breasts. You whimpered, feeling hatred towards yourself for the way this man touched you, and disgust at your body for reacting to him the way that it did. “I need to be inside you.” He growled. He grabbed your hips tightly with his hands, pulling you onto his length, sliding you down so you could take him fully.

You moaned as he thrusted into you, your hand instinctively coming to cover your mouth. Shame across your face, knowing the servant women in the room could see, averting their eyes to Namjoon’s debaucherous, power-furled scene.

“Do not quiet yourself.” He hissed, pulling your hand away from your mouth. “They can hear.”

He placed a quick smack onto your bottom, causing another whimper to leave your lips. He then held your neck in his hands, squeezing lightly, a look of possessive lust in his eyes.  

He watched you bounced slightly with every thrust, your breasts moving, your delicate neck in his hands. Your lips parted, failing to contain your whimpers and whines. He smirked as his thrusts slowed.

“Grind yourself on me.” He barked. “Find your pleasure.”

You slowly began to grind on his length. Through his impatience, he moved his hands from your neck onto your hips, pressing you into him, attempting to control your movements. You threw your head back, a tear falling down your cheek as you felt your body giving in to him. You clutched around him tightly, causing him to hiss.

“Whose cunt is this?” He snarled. “Say it.”

“Y-Yours.” You stuttered through your quivering lips.

“Say my name. Whose cock are you coming on?”

“Namjoo-OON!” You whined loudly. Your legs shaking and muscles twitching as you met your release. Your mortifying sense of pleasure taking over.

“YES.” Namjoon grunted, thrusting into you, giving you no moment of rest. “Gonna fuck this sweet pussy…this cunt that I own…gonna put…OH…gonna put a baby in you.”

The sound of skin slapping, water splashing and Namjoon’s moans filled the room. The servant women stood by, their hands shaky as they kept their eyes facing directly in front of them, averting their eyes to their king’s almost animalistic display of lust and possession.

Bent over the side of his tub, you lay still, exhausted by the acts of the man behind you. You felt as though your legs may give out, your eyes glazed over, a sense of disconnection taking over. With one more grunt escaping through Namjoon’s lips, a disrupting sense of warm washed over.

He pulled out, leaning back for a moment in the water, looking at you. Your skin swollen, light scratch marks on your hips, your skin drenched in sweat. He found his way out of the tub, servants rushing to dry him in fresh towels and dress him in his robe. “Clean her.” He demanded. “Then have her escorted to our bedroom.”

He stood and watched as the women entered the tub, washing your hair and attempting to soothe your skin. You felt as though you wanted to cry, yet no tears came out.

You felt disgust at yourself, hatred towards Namjoon.

You missed Yoongi, and the love he gave so freely.

You missed Jungkook, and the comfort he provided.

The servant women’s soft, sympathetic smiles did nothing to soften your pain.

“I will be waiting for you in our bed, my queen.” Namjoon said, inducing a sickened feeling in your stomach.

As he walked out of his bath house, you sat there in numbness. The servants silently finished your bath and had you wrapped in a robe before calling on a guardsman to have you escorted to Namjoon’s bedroom.

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The next morning, Jungkook walked out of his quarters. His arrow pouch strapped to his back, his bow held tightly in his hand. His long, dark hair pulled back from his face, exposing a look of determination and anticipation.

After three months of your absence, Yoongi and his men were prepared to overtake Namjoon’s palace.

Yoongi spotted Jungkook from the balcony, watching him make his way through the courtyard. Bustling with soldiers and guardsmen, Jungkook watched as they mounted their horses, sharpened their weapons and fastened their armor.

“Jungkook.” Yoongi called from behind him, walking down the steps to greet him. “When we arrive at that bastard’s gates, I do not know what we’ll be met with. I hear you are an excellent marksman, but I know you are no soldier. Thank you, for risking yourself.”

“Your highness, if I may speak freely, I am not doing this for you.” Jungkook said. “I am doing this for my queen, so that maybe I can hold her in my arms once more.”

Yoongi chuckled, turning away from Jungkook.

“When she is here, back home, and I know that she is safe… I will leave.” Jungkook said. Yoongi turned back to face him, his brows furrowed.

“You’re resigning your position?” Yoongi asked. Jungkook nodded in response. “I failed her. Today, I will right that wrong by fighting for her return, but I cannot risk doing it again. If I survive today to face her, I will give her my goodbyes, and I will leave.”

Yoongi nodded, placing a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. They stood in silence for a moment, before Yoongi walked to his horse, taking his place on the creature.

“MEN!” Yoongi shouted, gathering the attention of his soldiers. “Today is a day of triumph. We ride, not only to bring back our queen, but to put an end to the Kim dynasty. Today marks the end of a war fought by our fathers. The gods are on our side.”

The soldiers cheered, raising their weapons in the air in a celebration of Yoongi’s words. With that, Jungkook took his place on his black horse, and followed Yoongi and his men out of the palace gates.

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The next day, you sat in Namjoon’s bedroom, in a chair placed in front of the vanity he had bought for you. You watched as the servant woman standing behind you worked on your updo, placing pins in the locks to keep them in place. She took your comb, and placed it in your hair. The one you wore the day of your kidnapping. The one you had worn every day. The one Yoongi gifted you as a wedding gift.

Jade, decorated with golden hibiscus flowers.

Yoongi’s symbol of eternal love; passed from his grandmother to his mother, and now, on to you.  

Lost in your thoughts, you were interrupted by the sound of shouts outside. You and the servant jerked your head up, your brows furrowed at the noise.

“My queen, I believe it’s best if you stay seated.” She said, walking out of the bedroom.

You sat and watched, before your breathing halted at the sound of her terrified scream.

Your heart pounded as you got up from the chair, shaky hands opening the door. The servant lay on the ground in front of the door, blood pooling from her lifeless body.

You gasped, looking around for any immediate danger before rushing in the direction of the palace gates.

You did not know who was attacking or for what reason, but you knew that you would rather die than stay another minute under Namjoon’s possessive marriage. You took your chances, making a run to freedom in the midst of the chaos.

The sounds of metal clashing filled the air, the copper smell of blood lingering. Shouts and screams and pained wails echoed through the palace as you tried to navigate through the violent mayhem.

You were able to make it onto the courtyard, where your eyes darted around the scenes of disorder until they stopped. Frozen in disbelief, you watched with eyes wide, believing you had to have been dreaming.

Yoongi.

His blade clashing with that of Namjoon’s, dangerously dancing through the commotion of the violence. A glaring look of hatred you had seen splashed across his face as he fought against Namjoon.

You saw an arrow fly down, hitting Namjoon in the shoulder. He wailed in pain, but continued his attempts to deliver blows to Yoongi. Your eyes looked up to Namjoon’s balcony.

Jungkook.

He remained focused, shooting piercing arrows through the crowd, expertly delivering blows to Namjoon’s men. Arrows penetrated into skin with a precision and coarseness that expertly demonstrated his talents, passed down by his hunter father.

A pained howl came from Namjoon’s lips as Yoongi delivered a puncturing stab to his abdomen, bringing him to his knees.

“Tell your men to stand down.” Yoongi demanded, holding his sword to Namjoon’s neck. “DO IT NOW.”

“STAND DOWN.” Namjoon shouted through his pain, dropping his weapon.

His men slowly halted their fighting, dropping their weapons. Yoongi kept his blade at Namjoon’s neck waiting for the last of his soldiers’ swords to fall. Jungkook kept one arrow pointed at Namjoon, piercing eyes locked on him.

“ON YOUR KNEES.” Yoongi shouted at Namjoon’s men, anger burning in his gaze. They gradually admitted defeat, taking their place on the ground.

Yoongi’s soldiers began tying up the hands of Namjoon’s men in preparation of capture. Yoongi smirked at the view of Namjoon on his knees in front of him.

“Wait!” You shouted, causing Yoongi to look at you.

You walked over to Yoongi, glaring at Namjoon. You looked up at Jungkook, his eyes sparkling when he met your gaze, lowering his bow.

Your looked up at Yoongi, his eyes watering with tears at the sight of you. The two of you stood there for a moment in silence, staring at each other like you were trying to memorize each other’s features, as though they needed to be tattooed into your memory through fear of another separation.

Your hands gently found his, and without leaving his gaze, your fingers untangled his from the grip of his blade, taking the weapon into your own hand.

“Oh, my love…” Namjoon purred. “You would never let this dog kill me, I should have known.”

You looked down at him, your eyes cold.

“You’re right. I would never let him kill you…” You said, leaning into his ear. “…Because I’m going to.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened in shock and fear, before you pierced Yoongi’s weapon into Namjoon’s chest, holding it before letting go, watching him fall to the ground, his blood spilling on the ground.

Yoongi and Jungkook stood in shock. Their eyes wide and their mouths slightly opened at your display of rage.

You stood there for a moment in silence, before turning to Yoongi.

“Take me home, my love.” You said. You began to walk towards the palace gates, Yoongi watching you before you paused. Looking out the gates, you had one last request;

“Tell our guards to have Ji-Soo and Soo-Min arrested and charged with crimes against our family.” x

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