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xoxo-teddybear · 4 years ago

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What Have I Done? - Bakugou Katsuki- pt.2

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of suicidal thoughts, fluff, insane behavior, nsfw, noncon! Dubcon!, murder, stalking, abusive behavior, yandere!Bakugou, cursing, blood, lowkey kinda slow burn (meaning the beginning is a little boring BUT IT GETS GOOD I SWEAR😭)

Ep. Warnings: Angst, hitting, cursing, stalking, kidnapping, murder

Summary: It’s been awhile since you’ve left him. Two months actually but it was two months too long. Katsuki was slowly going insane and I guess you could say he officially has because he’s officially snapped. You become his main target, his number one priority, his entire being even though you’re trying to leave him. But Katsuki won’t let you. You’re his..and in the words of Bakugou Katsuki..you always will be.

A/N: ....I made it a yandere story y’all. OH SHI-

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Chapter 1

Twitch, twitch, twitch. That’s all Katsuki’s body been doing. Either his eyes or his fingers, his body is uncomfortably moving. Shit doesn’t feel right for him. And he knows exactly why. You left him.

The first week was horrible. All Katsuki did was cry. He even kept his destroyed home in shambles because he couldn’t find the motivation to do anything. If it wasn’t for Kirishima, Katsuki would have starved himself to death. The second week was just as bad. Nothing but a crying baby being taken care of by his best friend.

The third week is when Katsuki become a drunkard. He made Kirishima and the boys of the Bakusquad constantly take him out whenever. As long as the place served alcohol, he would go. He would go and drink himself to sleep. While he was intoxicated he would cry about how he misses you and how he was a terrible husband. He always said you deserved better but he was too in love with you to let you go. The 4th week was pretty much the same.

After a whole month without you, Katsuki threw himself into depression. For the entirety of the second month, he locked himself within the walls of his home. Thankfully, it was now considered a home environment once again after his dear friends cleaned the place up for him. Katsuki stayed inside all day, drank his soul away every night, and sobbed constantly. Constantly regretting how he neglected you, how he mistreated you, and how he hurt you. He doesn’t even know how he even brought himself to do that. Even though he’s been alone for almost 2 months, he still had hope that you would come back. That things would go back to normal and he would be a better husband to you, just like he promised.

Katsuki felt himself going mad and slipping away, but what pulled the trigger was what Kirishima brought to him on the 6th week.

—

Flashback

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?”

Katsuki looked down at the papers in his hands. Kirishima had walked in with a nervous and sad look on his face when he gave Katsuki the papers you had the red head deliver. “Sorry man...”

Katsuki shook as he stared at the divorce papers with wide eyes. He saw you already signed it and all the paper needed was his signature. His face grew dark as something in his mind snapped. Katsuki turned to his friend and instructed him to get out of his home.

“What? Man are you alright?” Kirishima said. He walked to his best friend and when he reached a hand out for him, Katsuki pulled on his arm and pushed him out the door. He slammed it shut and locked it as he looked at the papers.

A scary smile grew on the man’s face. His eyes grew crazy as he laughed maniacally. Hysterically. As if what he held was the most hilarious thing in the world. His palms began to spark as he used his quirk to destroyed the papers. The quick blast made his hair floof around a bit and when it was over, a pile of ashes lay at his feet.

“She-....she thinks she can leave me?” Bakugou began to walk to the framed picture on the coffee table. He picked up the picture of you both on your last anniversary and ran his finger over the image of you. “Poor Princess....you can’t leave me. You need me. Just as much as I need you. I mean..hehe...look at what I mess I’ve been. I can only assume you must be worse. But it’s okay, love...I’ll find you soon enough..and I’ll help you feel better,” he walked to his bedroom and layed down on the soft mattress as he held the frame close to his chest as he stared sinisterly at the ceiling, “and we’ll never be apart again.”

—

The 7th week was when it began. Katsuki took some time off of work. He was gonna be too busy for hero work. He had something much more important to do. He had to bring you home.

Katsuki spent the 7th week looking for information on you. He was up 24/7 reading all he can, talking to as many people as he can, and doing all the digging he could until he found you. Unfortunately for him but luckily for you, he found nothing. It pissed him off. How could you have completely erased your existence? Did you just go into hiding or was he not searching hard enough.

This time, the luck switched. Katsuki was just walking to the store when he looked to the far side and saw you in a cab. He had to do a double take to make sure he wasn’t mistaken but after a good glance and taking a picture for confirmation, he knew it was you. His body almost betrayed him as he almost went in to run after you but luckily his brain stopped him. He had to think. Katsuki hid in an alleyway nearby as he watched you from the side. When the driver continued down the road, that’s when he began to follow you. He used his hero training and quirk to keep up with the car. He followed you for miles until the cab finally stopped at some hotel. He watched you walk in and decided this was far enough.

He knew where you were now. He could wait a little longer before snatching you up. If he did it now in broad daylight, chaos would break out. He had to wait for the perfect moment to get you back. He was okay with waiting. He knew where you’ve been staying, how to get there, and knew what time you got back from wherever that cab picked you up. And then it hit him. The cab.

Katsuki went back to look at the picture he took of you in the cab and checked the license plate. With this information, he went home to find where the vehicle was.

Katsuki busted the door open to his home and ran straight to his in-home office. He went to log onto his work laptop that he used for hero work. The laptop contained the tools and websites that would allow him to find the cab. He finally reached the site he was looking for and went back to the picture. There, he typed in the license plate number.

“よ 57-342” he whispered aloud. Finally, he located the vehicle and went to find it. Katsuki followed the location until he found the house where the driver stayed. He waited in hiding, hoping someone would come out and hoped that the someone would be the driver. He waited and waited until finally, after almost 2 hours of waiting, a man came out. Katsuki quickly pulled up the picture and made sure it was the same person who was driving you, and to his luck, it was.

He quickly ran to the driver before he could get into the cab and pulled him into a dark corner. He slammed the man up against the wall and pulled up a picture of you. “Listen! You dropped this girl off at a hotel, I need to know where you picked her up! Tell me! Now!”

“W-whoa!” The driver exclaimed as he took notice of Katsuki’s identity. “Y-you’re Dynamight!”

Katsuki sucked his teeth at the fact that this guy knew who he was but then again, he wasn’t surprised. He was the number 2 hero after all. “Yeah! I am! Now tell me where you picked up my wife you dog-faced loser!” He screamed.

“Y-you’re wife??” The man looked at the picture and recognized you and the name you gave him. “Oh! M-Miss Y/N! Yes! Uh-..uh- I- she- I- ..I picked her up from a gym!” The man exclaimed.

“What gym?! Tell me!!!” Bakugou shouted at the man.

“I-I’m sorry! I don’t know if I can! She- she said she got divorced so how can I trust you’re her husband?!” The man shouted in fear.

“Are you calling me a liar?! I’m a fucking pro-hero! Why would I pull some bullshit like that! Tell me where my wife was! What?! Gym?!” Bakugou screamed once more. In fear, the man gave Katsuki the information he needed.

“Hosu Gym!” The man shook and Bakugou stared for a minute to scare the poor guy before dropping him to the ground. As he walked away, the man spoke up once more. “D-Dynamight, sir. I-If miss Y/N doesn’t want to see you..and you’re forcing information out of people..I’ll have to tell the authorities..sir.”

“You’re not gonna do a damn thing. You hear me?!” The pro screamed. Bakugou side eyed the man as he watched the driver get up from the ground.

“Sir. From the small conversation we had in the car, Miss Y/N said she was divorced-“

“We aren’t divorced!!” Bakugou said as he made a random explosion to intimidate the man. “We are still together, and she is still my wife, and none of this is any of your business!” Bakugou began to walk away but heard the driver grumble something under his breath that triggered something in his brain.

“I can see why she left a crazed man like you...” the driver mumbled. Katsuki quickly snapped his body to face the man and jumped on him. His burning hand found it’s way around the man’s neck and began to squeeze.

“The hell did you say?! You’re gonna wish you never said that you fucking fool, cuz now those are gonna be your last words!” Bakugou said before he activated an explosion and killed the man. Katsuki took deep breaths before realizing what he did and for some reason, he felt no remorse. And he knows why.

“That idiot should’ve known better than to talk about me and Y/N like that...s’his own fault he died.” Bakugou said before walking away from the gruesome scene. He acted like nothing happened as he made his way to Hosu Gym. He just needed to know what time your got there and when. Then, he could finally go home before continuing his plan for the next day.

—

The blonde decided to wait for some time before he went into the building. It was getting dark and so the gym would be closing soon. He waited and waited until finally, the place was empty. Empty except for the man who worked at the front desk.

Katsuki slipped in right before closing and hid himself in the locker room. He waited 10 minutes before going out and finding the one employee he saw. After exploring the area, Katsuki found the man sitting on a bench. He snuck up behind him, and pounced. He covered the man’s mouth as he tugged him into the back room. Once inside, The blonde threw the man in and locked the door to prevent anyone getting in or out.

“W-What is going on? D-Dynamight, what is happening?” The employee asked in fear. He assumed a threat was going on or some trouble was taking place outside of the gym. He had no idea the trouble was standing right in front of him.

“I need you to tell me when this lady came in.” Bakugou said and pulled up a picture of you. The man looked at the picture and shook his head.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t recognize-“

“YOU WILL! This woman came in here today and I need to know what time! TELL ME!” Bakugou screamed as he lit sparks in his palm. The man shook in fear at the hero’s booming voice and began to look harder. After a minute, he finally spoke.

“I- I remember. She came in hours ago! Sometime around 12 to 2!” The man said in hopes the yelling would stop. It didn’t.

“ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?! There’s a huge space in between! I need to know exactly what time she came in! Don’t you morons have a sign in?!” Bakugou screamed.

“We do! We do sir!” The man nodded his head in fear. Bakugou huffed before walking over to him and dragging him by his collar to seat him on the chair in front of the computer.

“Then get into your data base and FIND MY WIFE!” The blonde screamed. The worker nodded frantically before getting right into it. Bakugou watched his every move and the computer. He kept a sparkling hand right next to the man’s head to keep him intimidated as he worked. Eventually, Bakugou saw your profile picture on the screen when the man scrolled down. “Stop. Her. Check what time she came in.”

The man read the drafts and spoke. “1:30 p.m.”

Bakugou nodded before walking to the door and unlocking it. He turned to the trembling man and gave a quick warning with a sinister smile. “If I ever find out that you told anybody, even your own damn friends or family, about what happened tonight, I won’t hesitate to come back and kill you. Am I clear?”

The man gave a quick and jittery “y-yes sir!” As he watched the pro-hero leave the room. Once Bakugou was gone, the man let out a breath of relief and allowed the few tears he was holding back to fall. Bakugou Katsuki definitely struck fear into those of the lives he met.

With this simple information, Bakugou smirked as he walked out the gym doors. He knows where you live, what gym you go to, what day you go, and what time you arrive. You were always a very punctual person. You had a schedule and you followed it through and through. He completely trusted the fact that when he came back here next week, he would be sure to see you. All he had to do now was wait 7 days.

—

7 days have passed and Katsuki was waiting for your presence in the gym. After finding out you arrived at 1:30, he showed up almost an hour earlier at 12 just in case. He waited and waited for you to show. He was almost out of patience, but after seeing that it was only 1:00, he settled the slightest bit. It wasn’t until he took notice of a familiar figure at the desk.

The man Katsuki had threaten nights ago was shivering and shaking in his boots as he greeted people at the door. He was aware that the pro hero was in the building and after the incident of what went down that night, he was definitely scared for his life. Bakugou began to walk to the man and said man could feel a scary aura coming around. When he turned, he was greeted with the sight of a smirking Katsuki.

“Hey friend,” Bakugou said with his hands in his pockets.

The man jumped at the sound of his voice and his scary presence made his eyes teary. “H-Hello Dynamight.”

“Thought I’d just come by to warn you again. When Y/N walks through those doors, don’t you fucking dare try telling her about me or my presence here. Got that.....” Katsuki said looking down at the man’s name tag. “Hiro Itadori? ‘Cuz if you do, your body goes boom. Understand?”

“Y-Yes Sir!” Hiro said as he looked to the ground with wide eyes as he felt himself break into a cold sweat. Bakugou patted the man’s back, causing him to flinch but when the hero walked away right after, Hiro calmed down. Unfortunately, that only lasted for about a second before you walked in.

“Hello Hiro!” You joyfully said. Your voice reached the ears of your ex-husband. Or more so, your “supposed to be” ex-husband. His ears perked up and he smirked as he hid behind a corner wall, taking the view of you in.

“Y/N.” He whispered to himself. He smiled and a blush bloomed on his porcelain skin as he admired you from afar. You were just as beautiful as he remembered. If anything, your looks seemed to have only gotten better. He watched as the man nervously greeted you and allowed you to go through with your workout. Katsuki smirked as he knew the man gave no hint at him being there, and so he would be able to watch you in peace.

Katsuki wasn’t there to keep tabs on your workout and what exercises you did. He was there just to watch you. Of course, while doing so, he admired you, but he was there to gain selfish intel. He watched you from start to end. Once you finished he followed you to your next location. It was still early and so it was safe to assume you weren’t heading to bed yet. He followed you back to your hotel and waited in another area until you walked out again. Sure enough, you did.

For the rest of the day, Bakugou followed and stalked your every move. He watched where you work, where you spent your free time, he followed you to the new cafe you seemed to enjoy, and then he followed you back to your hotel. Instead of waiting in another area and watching from afar, Bakugou climbed the side of the building and watched you from your hotel balcony through the glass door. He payed attention to your every move and noted what time you went to bed. Satisfied with the day’s revelations, he went back to his own home.

Knowing this information, Katsuki was able to sleep a little more peacefully. For the next few weeks, Katsuki followed this procedure. He became a full time stalker, even going so far as to call out of work for some time to put his full attention in you. He watched you like a hawk. He took note of everywhere you went, where you ate, who you spoke to, and what you did. All of it became engraved into his brain.

Now, Katsuki stood at your balcony for the umpteenth time as he stared at your sleeping form. It was deep into the night and with the moonlight on his back, he found enough courage and craze to open the door. He walked in quietly and shut the door, blocking the chilly air from seeping in to awaken your unconscious state. He approached your bed and crouched down to meet your face.

“Still as perfect as ever,” he whispered as he removed a few strands of hair out of your face. His touch didn’t seem to startle you and Katsuki took it as your body naturally indulging in his familiar touch. He blushed at the feeling of your oh so soft skin as his fingertips grazed your pillowy cheeks. His hand finally cupped the side of your face as his thumb drew circles along your skin. Your head unconsciously nuzzled into his warmth like it used to and Katsuki couldn’t help but smile. “Don’t worry Teddy Bear...I’ll bring you home soon.”

With that, Katsuki leaned down and softly placed a kiss on your lips. This was the lightest kiss he ever bestowed upon you. The pressure and weight was similar to a feather and the blonde struggled to restrain himself once he came in contact. He craved more but his mind knew better. Reluctantly, he pulled away and removed his hand from your face. He walked away, back to the balcony to take his leave but not before turning to look back at you. “Real soon.”

—

You woke up to a sense of familiarity in your room. Although you were alone, you could’ve sworn there was this chilling presence. It was faint but it was there. Taking in a breath and looking around at your surroundings, you reluctantly got out of bed and got ready for the day.

You did the usual. Got ready, got dressed, had breakfast, and went about your day. You went to the market to picked up a few things and ended up staying much longer than you liked. You walked in during daylight and came out when the sun was setting. You sighed in disappointment.

“Guess I can skip the gym this one time. I might as well get back home, read a book or two..” you went on talking to yourself about your schedule. You walked with the groceries in hand as you enjoyed the scenery on your way back, however, even with the shining sun creating it’s golden hour with a beautiful purple sky, you couldn’t help but feel wary of the stillness in the wind.

—

‘Where the fuck is she?!’ Bakugou thought to himself. He waited at the gym all damn day. He waited and waited to see your beautiful face but you never showed. If he had known that you would’ve skipped out on the gym today he wouldn’t have came here and wasted his time. Today was supposed to be the day. The day you came home.

Shaking off his negative thoughts, Bakugou continued with his backup plan. Although it would hurt his soul to bring harm to his precious princess, he reminded himself that he was doing this for her. He’s been so broken for the past months, he could only imagine how destroyed you must be. Hurting you was his way of helping you.

And so, Bakugou made his way to your hotel, where he found himself standing infront of your glass door at your balcony. To his dismay, you weren’t there. He released a huff before climbing down and once again, began to wait. He waited and waited in hiding, constantly on the lookout for you. It’s hard to find you in the city when you don’t follow your daily schedule, but knowing where you currently resided to get your rest made his job much easier.

Finally, after some time, he heard the familiar and comforting sound of your humming voice as you sang a little song to yourself. Bakugou took the sight of you in and blushed at your beauty from afar. He allowed himself to soak in the sound of your pretty voice before making his move. “Sorry Princess.”

—

You finally made it to the hotel. After your long stroll, you couldn’t wait to get some rest. Except, the closer you got, the more tense you became. You could feel the suspenseful aura in the air and your pace soon slowed down. Eventually, you came to a stop as your nerves got the best of you.

“Hello?” You said in the wind. You looked around and saw nothing but the pitch black night illuminated by the street lights and stars.

“Is someone there?” You asked again, turning your head another direction. Nothing but leaves in the wind. You released a sigh and continued your walk but became startled due to the sound of squirrels fighting in the trees.

“Ah!” You screamed and dropped your bag. After taking notice of the two animals going at it, you chuckled to yourself and turned to pick up your bag, unfortunately being startled once again at the sight of shoes in front of you. “AH!”

You jumped back in fear and took a fighting stance before you settled and relax at the sight of your supposed ex-husband. “Bakugou..it’s just you.”

“Mm, nope.” Bakugou said as he bent down to pick up your bag and hand it to you. “It’s Katsuki.”

His words sent your eyes rolling as you took your bag back with a hesistant hand. Something seemed..off.

“Not anymore. Thanks for the help. Bye.” You attempted to walk on to your hotel entrance but his arm stopped you.

“What? That’s it? Thanks? Bye?” Bakugou asked while gently pushing your body back in front of him. “We should talk, Y/N.”

“There’s nothing to talk abou-“

“There is.” Bakugou said with a firm voice, grabbing your full attention. Seeing your doe eyes look at him with caution caused him to settle. Bakugou sighed through his nose and allowed his hands to rest on your waist. “I miss you, Y/N. I want you to come back home.”

You shook your head at the idea and scrunched your eyes as you tried to step out of his hold. “Bakugou..”

“Hear me out, okay? It won’t be like last time, Teddy Bear-“

“You don’t know that-“

“I do. Because I’m going to try harder for you and I’m going to hold onto you and I’m not gonna ruin us for a second time. I still love you Y/N. I always have and I always will.” Bakugou sweetly said. You looked at him with the same eyes of caution before you placed your hands over his, giving him a sign of hope.

“I’m sorry, Bakugou,” you said, pulling his hands off of your waist. “I sent divorce papers. I don’t want to be with you anymore. I don’t love you anymore.”

“You don’t mean that.” Bakugou said with full confidence. Although you pulled his hands away from your waist, you still allowed him to keep a hold on your own hands.

“...I should.” You said looking down. With each word of denial, Bakugou took a step closer, invading your personal space. “You should get going-“

“No, Y/N-“

“Bakugou-“

“Baby. I know you still want me. I know you still love me and I know you’re excited that I’m back. I love you...and you love me. So just admit it.” He said, inches away from your face. You stared in his eyes with a look of longing...and a hint of love. He was right. You did still love him. But after the neglect and harm he’s brought you, you didn’t know if you did want to go back. You didn’t know.

Sensing your hesistation, Bakugou slowly moved in to close the gap between you two. His hands let go off yours as he wrapped his arms around your waist. His face inched closer to yours and when you didn’t stop him, he continued. Finally, he gently placed his lips upon your own and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel something again. His kisses always brought a comforting feeling of butterflies in your stomach and after a second of feeling his warm lips, you kissed him back. Your hands found way around his neck as you pulled him in deeper and you could feel Bakugou smile into the kiss. It was hot and passionate. You were out in the open but for a moment it felt like no one else in the world existed. You would’ve gotten lost in the kiss had it not been for you remembering the situation you were in with the man.

Reluctantly, you gently pushed Bakugou off of you, but he still managed to press his forehead to your own. “Katsuki...you should go home.”

“Not without you.” He softly said. You shook your head as you completely pushed him off of you and gathered your things.

“Please...just go.” You said and began to walk away but Bakugou held onto your arm to stop you from moving any further.

“I’m not leaving without you, Y/N. Come home.” He stated.

“Bakugou! Just leave!” You shouted as you turned to him. When you faced the blonde man, you were shocked to see a crazed smile decorating his face.

“Too bad. I’m not asking Y/N. I’m telling. You’re coming home with me. Tonight.” He said and you scoffed at him with slight fear.

“You’re crazy!” You said and tried to shake his hold off of you, but of course failed.

“About you? Yes.” He said as he pulled you in closer. You squirmed against his hold until he pressed you in his chest and kept you in his grasp. You continued to fight against him but he grabbed your face with one hand to force you to stop and look at him.

“Let me go!”

“Listen! You either come home with me the easy way..or my way.” He warned. You looked at him with fear laced all around your face as you watched his insane side surface. You began to squirm again and fight once more.

“I’m not going!” You spat. Bakugou just released a simple laugh before caressing the side of your face.

“Yes. You are.” With that, the gentle hand on the side of your face formed into a first as he swung and knocked you out. You dropped unconscious in his hold and Bakugou was quick to carry you princess style and walk away, abandoning your groceries on the sidewalk.

“Shoulda listened. Cant believe you forced me to hurt you like that, baby.” Bakugou spoke to your unconscious state as he walked back home through dead city streets. “Don’t worry though, I’ll take care of you once we make it back. And then, we’ll never be apart again. I promise.”

—

You awoke to chains being locked on your wrist that were tied against a headboard. You layed on a large mattress in a dark room with a dim light. As you looked around, you recognized the familiar place. The place you used to make love for hours with your ex-husband. The place where movie dates and cuddle sessions were a must. The place you locked yourself in before leaving your last relationship. Katsuki’s bedroom.

You tried to jump out of bed but the restraints pulled you back down. You tried to scream and only muffled sounds could be heard. Katsuki taped your mouth shut. You tried using your quirk but it didn’t work. You looked to your restraints and saw the cuffs he used to hold you were quirk restraining cuffs. With nothing else to do, you tossed and turned in the bed as you allowed the muffled sounds to be as loud as they could. Eventually, the ruckus you were making brought the attention of your captor. Katsuki Bakugou.

Hearing all the noise, Bakugou busted opened the door to be met with your frustrated and teary eyes. You glared at him as he smirked at your locked up state. He took the opportunity to walk up to you and caress your face.

“I’m so sorry I had to hit you baby,” he said leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead. “But you left me with no choice. All you had to do was come home on your own free will and I wouldn’t have had to do all that.”

You began to tremble with anger and fear as you stared up at the man. Your teary eyes challenged his insane rubies as he sat on the side of the bed.

“How does it feel to be back? Hm?” He asked, ripping off the tape. You groaned at the pain and grew sick as you saw Bakugou pervertedly lick his lips at the sound. You leaned back and huffed with heavy breath before answering him.

“What the hell is wrong with you?! Let me go!” You screamed. He only looked at you in confusion as another sinister smile took place on his lips.

“Why would I do that, Teddy Bear?” He asked, allowing his thumb to create sweet and soft circles on your cheek.

“I don’t want you anymore Katsuki! I don’t want to be with you!” Bakugou merely raised a brow at your words and continued to listen. “You burned me-“

*SMACK*

You looked at the man in front of you with fear and shock written on your face. Your cheek stung as your face now turned to the side but Bakugou quickly changed that by taking you by your chin to make you face him and wrapped a hand around your neck, chocking you. You gasped for air as Bakugou’s smirk became replaced with a frown and his brows became pointed.

“How dare you?! You’re asking what’s wrong with me but what the hell is wrong with you?! You left me, for months, Y/N. I was heartbroken. I was basically dead with you gone. I did you a fucking favor bringing you back. If I was so fucked, I can only imagine how horrible you must’ve been feeling. You’re lucky I came and save you. Saved us. And now, we can be happy again.” He explained.

“K-...Katsuki-..p-please!” You forced out, trying to beg for air.

“SHUT UP! I saved you, Y/N. So don’t even try to mention the little accident that happened so long ago, baby. Now you can forgive me. And don’t worry..I’m ready to listen to all the apologies you surely have for me...even if I have to choke them out of you.” He seethed with his hand tightening. Your eyes began to pop as the blood flow began to fill your face. Your eyes turned red as you struggled for air.

“I-...I-I’m..K-Katsuki! ...I’m sorry!” You shouted as best as you could. Luckily for you, the second you did, Bakugou’s hand lost its grip and simply rested on your neck. You choked and coughed as you relished in the sweet taste of oxygen. He smiled and leaned down to give your lips a sweet peck to shut you up and tapped your cheek before he walked to the door. Before leaving, he turned around to look at you and give you your official welcome back.

“I’m glad you’re home, baby. Can’t believe you really tried leaving. You’re mine, Y/N. And you always will be....don’t forget it.”

He slammed the door shut, walking away from the room with a smile. And you?

You cried.

A/N: Back by popular demand, we have part 2 to “What Have I Done.” How was it? In my opinion the beginning SUCKED! But I promise it’ll get better! The story will focus on Y/N and Bakugou’s new lives now so stay tuned and I hope you guys enjoyed it!

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marshmallow-phd · 3 years ago

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Book of the Dead

Genre: The Mummy AU

Pairing: Junmyeon x Reader

Summary: After traveling to the fabled city of Hamunaptra, you read from the Book of the Dead and accidentally resurrect an ancient mummy with extraordinary powers and quest for revenge. The only thing to do now is try and convince your less-than-traditional guide to help you save the world.

Part 1 I Part 2

“I just said a few sentences!”

“What did you do that for!”

“Well, I didn’t know that that would happen!”

You stared at the aggravating, self-absorbed, cocky Korean soldier and wondered why on earth you had decided to negotiate for this man’s life.

Alright, you did know why. You needed him to show you to Hamunuptra - the fabled City of the Dead.

Too many times you had stood in front of the museum curator with pages and pages of references and evidence that the place existed and just needed a small team of archeologists in order to track it down. He’d shot you down every time. And each time he took the liberty of reminding you that while your father was an exceptional explorer who had many successes under his belt, you were a woman whose life had been spent between the shelves, cataloging. Your adventures consisted of the fictional kind, devouring any novel you could when you weren’t archiving the latest crate of artifacts and texts.

Then your cousin showed up. Your normally useless, hare-brained, erratic, drunkard cousin showed up at your apartment with a “fun new artifact” he found on his latest trip. And suddenly your luck had completely turned around.

Or so you thought.

Now you were standing in the middle of Hamunaptra, feet sinking into the unstable sand, with an empty sarcophagus and everyone blaming you because you did what you did best - read.

It was only a book. Albeit, a very heavy, possibly-made-of-painted-solid-gold book that was written in the dead language of ancient Egypt, but still. What harm had ever come from reading a book?

Kim Junmyeon stared at you as if you were the one who had risen from the dead. You were still stunned at how different he looked from when you had first met him in that smelly prison, minutes away from being hanged. His hair had been long and stringy, clumps of dirt clinging to the dark brown strands that brushed his shoulders. Now it was shorter, cut above his ears and gelled back in the current style that almost made him look like a gentleman. The several days’ stubble was long gone to reveal smooth skin and a sharp jawline. He was actually very handsome - when he was cleaned up.

Stupid, you hissed at yourself. Now was not the time for this. Because right now there seemed to be a reanimated mummy running around here. And by the looks of Barney’s husk of a body lying deep within the temple underground, it was hungry.

As it should be, given the three thousand years it spent locked up under piles of sand.

“Really, you should have been more careful!” your cousin, Baekhyun, scolded.

You scoffed. “You’re one to talk. You were the one who snatched the key off of Mr. Kim here at one of your seedy bars and then proceeded to lie to me and say that you found it on a dig in Thebes which in turn brought us here!”

Baekhyun opened and closed his mouth as he searched for a possible retort.

“I think this is more your fault,” Kim Junmyeon’s own cousin and traveling partner, Oh Sehun, said. “You told us to go down a level and dig under the statue, which in turn,” he mocked your tone almost precisely, “caused the mummy to be able to get out of his sarcophagus. If we had dug somewhere else entirely, then he’d still be trapped under the statue of Anubis.”

“Despite the fact that it was two layers deep, nothing would have been able to hold a victim of the Hom-Dai.”

“Would have given poor Barney a chance,” Kim Junmyeon muttered under his breath. You shot him a glare that he hardly noticed.

“I say that we get out of here and to the safety of the city before the mummy finds us.” Oh Sehun swallowed thickly. “Or worse. The beetles find us.” The supposedly brave soldier who had two pistols hanging under each arm was more terrified of the flesh eating bugs than he was the living mummy that was bringing about the ten plagues of Egypt. You’d already lived through the locust infestation, but that was always the most minor of the plagues. In your opinion.

“We told you to leave,” Ardeth said in that low, monotone voice that made him seem centuries old. You had only known him for a few hours, but you already feared and respected him. Despite the fact that he had attacked your campsite the night before. “Now you have condemned the whole world to the very monster that we have spent three thousand years keeping hidden.”

Kim Junmyeon finally tore his face away from yours. “I told you. I shot him. He went down.”

“Mortal weapons are useless against this creature. None can kill him.” Stepping up, he stood toe to toe with the soldier who led you here. “A gun is nothing more than a fly to him. He will never eat. He will never sleep. And he will never stop. Not until this world is only sand.”

Though still not completely backing down, Kim Junmyeon took hold of your arm. “Come on. We’re going back to Cairo.”

The camel ride back to the city was long, tiring, and a bit painful, if you were honest. The inside of your thighs were sore from keeping you up right on the animal’s back for hours on end under the blazing heat. You were used to the comfortable back seat of a car, even if the roads here tended to be on the bumpier side. Kim Junmyeon stayed at your side the entire time, up until you were back in your hotel room. All your things were still in there. That was nice, even if it was to be expected. The desk clerk had sworn he would keep the room reserved for you until you made it back. And now that you had, you were on to the next fight.

“We’re not going anywhere!”

Kim Junmyeon pretended not to hear you as he started emptying the dresser drawers of your clothes and stuffing them in your suitcases lying open on the bed.

“Excuse me! I said we’re not going anywhere!” As soon as he stepped away again, you slammed the suitcase shut. A stray white cat that you didn’t have the heart to remove from your room took advantage of the newly available space and laid down on the surface of the luggage. Unbothered by the argument taking place in its presences, it purred as it curled into a ball and closed its eyes.

“You keep using the word ‘we’ and I’m not sure why,” he said. “I believe you were the one who woke him up in the first place.”

“Yes, I get it!” you shouted. “Everyone can blame me because I read the damn book, but that is why we need to stop him.”

He closed the empty drawer and turned back around to face you. “And how exactly do you plan on doing that? You heard Ardeth. No mortal weapon can kill this guy.”

“That’s why we’re going to find some immortal ones.”

He pulled a pair of rounded glasses from his pocket, wiped the lenses with his shirt, and stuck them on the bridge of his nose. “There goes that ‘we’ business again.”

You huffed, trying not to focus on the newest version of the soldier now being presented in front of you. “Yes, we. Because this curse will continue to get worse until the whole world is destroyed.”

“And that’s my problem?”

“It is everybody’s problem! You live here, too!”

Kim Junmyeon stepped up until he was mere inches away. “Listen. I appreciate you saving my life and all, but when I agreed to this idiotic mission my objective was to show you the way and then bring you back here. I have done that. End of job. End of story. Contract terminated.”

You tried not to show how his last few words affected you. Though you had been a little intoxicated two nights ago, you still very much remembered how sweet he had been, how he had listened to you go on and on about your parents and how much you wanted to be a famous adventurer like your father. And how you almost kissed him. And how he was going to kiss you back. Stupidly, you had thought that there was something growing between you. Apparently, you had been wrong.

“Is that all I am to you?” you whispered. “A contract?”

Kim Junmyeon blew out haughtily from his nose. His Adam’s Apple bobbed as he swallowed. He opened his mouth and then closed it. You waited in hopes that he would contradict you. That he would say, no that was not all you were to him. And it really seemed like he would be saying something along those lines. But other words came out instead.

“Look. You can either come with me or you can try and stay here and save the world. So. What’s it going to be?”

You didn’t even hesitate. “I’m staying.”

“Fine.” He headed for the door.

“Fine,” you bit back, following him.

“Fine,” he threw at you again as he barely glanced over his shoulder.

“Fine!”

He got the last word in before slamming the door to your room shut.

You huffed as you crossed your arms. Yet, as angry as you were, you still hoped that he would come back. That he wouldn’t let you take this on alone. But the footsteps on the other faded away and you were alone.

Looking around your room, you didn’t think there was much you could do. So, you did what you were best at. You grabbed all the books you thought could help you and got to reading.

While sitting in the wicker chair in the corner, you skipped around the books and pages, clinging on to any small word that you thought could lead you to a possible solution. There wasn’t much to be found, unfortunately. Most works spoke of how to perform the Hom-Dai and how it should never be performed due to the curse that awaits should the victim ever be awakened. You already knew that. You needed specifics on what to do after the victim came back.

“(Y/n)!”

Kim Junmyeon came bursting back into your room. You slammed the book in your hands closed, feeling very high and mighty indeed.

“Ah. Mr. Kim. Have you changed your mind?”

“Doesn’t matter now, he’s here!”

“What!”

He didn’t clarify as he hoisted you up out of the chair and pulled you out of the room, and into the hall. Through the windows, you watched in horror as fire fell from the heavens. The balls of flame engulfed anything it touched when it landed, whether it be plant or human life. Turning a corner, Kim Junmyeon ran into a room you knew was occupied by another one of the Americans that you had ran into on your way to Hamunaptra. You gasped.

In the chair, now nothing more than dried, husky skin and hollow bones was… oh, dear you couldn’t remember his name. You hadn’t bothered to learn them. You and Baekhyun had simply referred to them as the “Bloody Americans”. You were feeling a bit awful about that at the moment.

But you didn’t have much time to dwell on that. Standing in front of the fireplace was a new version of the mummy. His skin was starting to come together, though patches were still missing, allowing you to see the gray bone and lack of organs underneath. Kim Junmyeon pulled out both of his guns as the mummy stalked forward.

“We are in deep trouble,” he murmured before opening fire. The loud pops banged on your poor eardrums. You stumbled back a few steps to try and soften their blows. It didn’t work.

The bullets passed through the mummy as if they didn’t exist at all. Even when Oh Sehun and the other Americans came running into the room and firing off their own guns, the mummy still kept going. He shoved Kim Junmyeon back into the others as if he were nothing more than old wrappings. Then he turned on you.

Completely unarmed, you stumbled back until you were betrayed by the bookshelf behind you. There was nowhere to run. Instead of sucking out your liver, however, he spoke.

“You were the one who saved me from the afterlife.” His words were haunting, echoing as if he was speaking in a cavern. And the language he spoke… ancient Egyptian. You weren’t sure why you expected to speak anything else. Coming in closer, he lowered his voice. “I thank you.”

He leaned in his head, those very human eyes lowering to your lips. You turned your head away to try and avoid the kiss, confused as to why he was trying to seduce you.

Sharp, unpleasing notes from the piano pierced through the air. The mummy turned and gasped when he saw the white cat from your room walking across the keys. In a whirl of sand, he fled from the room.

“Oh, thank god,” you said with a heavy breath.

“No kidding,” Kim Junmyeon groaned as he sat up.

You ran to his side, fearful that he might have been injured. “Are you alright, Mr. Kim?”

“Yes,” he huffed. With a very odd expression, he added, “And I told you to call me Junmyeon.”

To be honest, after your fight, you didn’t think you would be allowed to anymore. A strange silence settled between you. He was trying to say something with his gaze, but you couldn’t interpret it. So, instead, you helped him to his feet. “Come on. I know who we need to talk to about all of this.”

It took a while to get back to the museum that had employed you for the past year or so. Every street was full of panicking people. Flames no longer fell from the heavens, but little fires still raged on homes and carts. The Americans had declared that they were coming along, so your group was slower in moving. Although you didn’t really want the mummy bait to be anywhere near you, Junmyeon and Sehun decided that it would be better to keep an eye on them and - hopefully - keep them out of the mummy’s grasp.

“Dr. Bey!” You ran into the museum’s main storage room, happy when you saw the curator. But then you skidded to a stop at the sight that he wasn’t alone.

Ardeth was talking with him in hushed tones that stopped the second you appeared. Both men turned towards you, the curator wearing a very readable expression. It was one that stunk of “I told you so”. The others were only a few steps behind. As soon they, too, saw the unexpected visitor, Junmyeon, Sehun, and the Americans pulled out their guns while Baekhyun simply squeaked in surprise.

“Gentlemen,” Dr. Bey greeted as if this were any old meeting on a Tuesday.

“What is he doing here?” Junmyeon demanded. Even with the black tattoos etched under Ardeth’s eyes, you could tell that he was tired, dark circles from lack of sleep bruising his skin.

Dr. Bey raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you want to know? Or perhaps you would prefer to just shoot us?”

“Either sounds good.” Junmyeon cocked back the hammer of one of his guns for emphasis.

“Stop it,” you hissed. “Bullets won’t do any good here. Besides, you might damage some of the artifacts.”

Junmyeon failed to suppress a laugh over your concern. Despite the present danger, you still didn’t want to see the carriages or sacred jars damaged because someone got trigger happy. So, Junmyeon holstered his guns and the others soon followed suit. “All right. I’ll give a little faith.”

Dr. Bey motioned for the group to follow him in deeper. “We’re part of a secret society-”

“Aren’t they all?” Baekhyun muttered. Both you and Dr. Bey shot him glares that made him snap his mouth shut.

“For over three thousand years, we have guarded the City of the Dead. Once we reach manhood, we swear an oath to do anything and everything in our power to stop the high priest Imhotep from rising from the grave.”

“And now we have failed. Thanks to you.” Ardeth gave you a particularly pointed look.

By now, you were getting very irritated with the constant finger pointing. What was done was done. You were not going to show him any cowardice. “And that justifies the murder of innocent people?”

“Hm. To stop this creature?” Dr. Bey pretended to think for a moment. “Yes.”

Junmyeon, untroubled by that, raised his hand from the golden seat of a dead royal that he had taken over. “I have a question. Why doesn’t he seem to like cats?”

“Cats are the guardians of the underworld. He will fear them until he reaches full regeneration.”

“Then there will be nothing that he fears.” Worry was very much apparent in the soldier’s voice.

“And you know how he gets regenerated?” one of the Americans asked rhetorically.

The other one finished. “By tracking those of us down who opened the chest and sucking us dry like a nomad in the desert, that’s how!”

It was completely pointless to go over the things that were already known. Now was the time to try and piece the unused parts together. Two particular moments were sticking out in your head.

“Back in Hamunaptra, the priest - Imhotep - he called me Ack-Su-Namun. And then just now at the hotel, he….” You cringed at the memory, thankful that you didn’t have to feel the decomposed skin against your own. “He tried to kiss me.”

“It’s because of Anck-Su-Namun and his love for her that he was cursed,” Dr. Bey explained, exchanging a look with Ardeth. “Even after all this time….”

“He’s still in love with her?” Sehun finished with a scoff.

You appreciated the backstory, however - “As romantic as that is, what does that have to do with me?”

“Perhaps he will try to raise her from the dead once again?” Ardeth guessed.

“Yes,” Dr. Bey agreed solemnly. “And it would seem that he has already chosen his human sacrifice.”

All eyes in the room turned to you. Wonderful.

Not only were you the one who read from the book and raised him, but you would also be responsible for the return of his beloved, who was the reason he was cursed in the first place. Absolutely beautiful.

Baekhuyn came up behind you and patted your shoulder. “That is some rotten luck, dear cousin.”

“Actually, this could work in our favor,” Dr. Bey countered. “It could give us time that we desperately need to kill the creature.”

“We’ll need every second, I think,” Sehun said. He pointed towards the ceiling. “I think he’s getting stronger.”

Through the large window high up on the wall, the sun was in clear view. You all watched in horror as the moon moved too quickly across the sky and blocked the light from reaching Earth.

“I’m guessing this is the plague of darkness?” Baekhyun said ominously. You nodded slowly.

“Let’s go,” Junmyeon said softly beside you, his hand coming up protectively behind your back. “We’ve got to get back to the hotel and come up with a plan.”

“I’m just saying, it seems very stupid to comdem someone to a curse when the result of that would be for them to come back a supernatural creature who is practically unkillable.”

“The ancient Egyptians believed in balance,” you explained to Baekhyun for the hundredth time in your life. “To curse someone so badly in both this life and the next, there has to be a consequence to balance out the scales. If not, then the whole world could still fall apart, in even worse ways!”

“All of this is kind of pointless now, isn’t it?” Sehun sighed from the small table in the antechamber to your room. His feet were up on the polished surface as he leaned back in his seat. A look of irritation was etched on his face as he stared at your cousin. “What’s done is done. Right now, we need to focus on our next step.”

“Well, I know you two,” you pointed to the Americans, “opened the chest. As well as Barney. Was there anyone else?”

“The Egyptologist that was with us,” the shaggier one answered. “Professor Chamberlain. He has a temporary residence a few blocks over.”

“What about my best friend Beni?” Junmyeon asked. You nearly snorted. You knew the two of them were anything but friends.

“No. He ran out before we took the lid off. Ended up saving his own skin.”

“Sounds like Beni,” Junmyeon said dryly. “Okay. We’re going to go get the Professor. You four,” he pointed to all the men, “come with me. You, stay here.”

Oh, no you weren’t. “Excuse me! I am just as capable as any of them are. I will not- What do you think you’re doing!”

Junmyeon marched over to you, picked you up, and carried you over his shoulder until you were in your room. Then he dropped you on the floor, closed the door, and locked it tight. “This door doesn’t open.”

You didn’t know who he said it to, who he left in charge of watching you like an infant. It didn’t matter. You pounded your fist against the solid wood door. “Baekhyun! Junmyeon! Let me out! Baekhyun, you coward! Help me out here!”

“Sorry, cousin!” Baekhyun yelled on the other side of the door. “But… he’s got a gun.”

“Smart choice,” you heard Junmyeon say. Oh, you were going to kill him. Which “him” was yet to be decided. Perhaps both would be most satisfactory.

Well, now you were stuck here.

Crossing your arms, you sat on the edge of the bed and contemplated your choices. Not that you had many.

A yawn forced its way out. You were tired. Over the past few days, you had hardly been able to get any real sleep. And, well, now seemed to be a time. So, you changed into your nightgown and slipped under the covers. The mattress was soft, like a cloud. The pillows were stuffed into freshly cleaned cotton cases. It was barely a few minutes before you drifted off…

And then abruptly woke up to something moving against your mouth. It started out soft but quickly turned ashen and tough. Your eyes flew open and you screamed, the sound muffled by the kiss of Imhotep!

You tried to shove him off, but he didn’t budge. Your touch meant nothing to him as he continued the unwanted kiss.

The door to your room burst open, finally taking his attention and allowing your scream to be heard at full volume. Imhotep’s face was half rotten away, his lips completely gone, the cheeks held together by thin strips of jerky-like skin. You scrambled out of reach, to try and get as far away as the tiny room would allow. The movement caused you to fall out of the bed and land hard on the wood floor.

Standing up, Imhotep said something in ancient Egyptian, but your jumbled, still half-asleep brain couldn’t translate it.

“Oh, really?” Junmyeon mocked. “Here’s my answer.” He held up the poor cat who had saved you earlier, the animal hissing threateningly at the mummy. Just like last time, Imhotep fled in a tornado of sand out the window, terrified of the innocent creature.

“Are you alright?” Junmyeon asked as he let the cat fall from his hands. The cat landed gracefully on its feet and walked over to the bed with more dignity than you’d ever seen a human radiate.

“Yeah, I’m good,” Baekhyun answered. After a glare from Junmyeon, he cleared his throat. “Oh. You weren’t- that’s fine. Go… check on her.” Junmyeon did just that.

Kneeling in front of you, he pushed away a few stray hairs that had fallen in your face. Warm, soft brown eyes searched for any sign of harm. The tips of his fingers brushed against your cheek, setting the skin on fire. Or perhaps that was just the blood rushing up to your face in slight embarrassment. This man made you… nervous in a way. He could be dastardly at times, but… also very sweet.

Clearing your throat, you pushed yourself up to your feet. “I’m fine. A little disgusted, but I’m fine.”

A smirk and knowing gleam flashed on Junmyeon’s face as he rose. “I’m sure mine was better.”

He was referring to the lip-smash he desperately pulled before he was to be dragged to the hangman’s noose. Not exactly the best first impression.

You snorted. “No. I wouldn’t say that.” His jaw went slack. Sehun and Baekhyun snickered behind him. “Did you find the professor?” you asked in order to change the subject.

“Yeah. He stayed out in the sun for a little long by the time we found him.”

“What are you-” Oh. Oh. That was why Imhotep was so far along in his regeneration. He’d found another victim to suck dry.

“And he has the Book of the Dead,” Sehun added. “According to Beni, that’s what he’s going to use to raise Anacsunmum.”

“Anck-Su-Namun,” you corrected.

“Yeah, her.”

You rolled your eyes. Why did you even bother?

You started pacing the room, trying to figure out what would be the best next move. You couldn’t keep playing hide and seek with the cat for all eternity. There needed to be a way to end this. Before he read from the book and raised-

The book…

The book!

You whirled back to the others. “I have an idea!”

“Care to share?”

“The Black book has always been rumored among scholars to be able to bring people back from the dead. Something I had always thought was nonsense,” you added to yourself. “But since that part is true, that means other rumors must be as well. Such as the Gold Book being able to send a soul back to the afterlife.”

“A balance.” Baekhyun looked awfully proud of himself. At least something finally stuck.

“Exactly. Now all we have to do is find out where it's hidden.”

Junmyeon frowned. “But I thought it was supposed to be hidden with Anubis?”

“Exactly,” you agreed. “It comes from a translation of an ancient text. A stone that’s at the museum here, actually. It also says where the Black book was supposed to be hidden. I think they got their translations mixed up. So, where the scholars who originally translated it said that the golden Book of Amun-Ra was in the statue of Anubis, it's actually wherever they said the black Book of the Dead was supposed to be.”

“And where is that?”

You swallowed. “I don’t remember. We’ll have to go to the museum so I can read it again.”

Letting out a heavy sigh, Junmyeon checked the barrels of his guns, reloaded the revolvers with bullets from his belt. “Then I guess we’re headed back to the museum. Hopefully we don’t run into Ugly Face before we get to the rock.”

“I’m sure we’ll be fine,” you said with the utmost confidence.

Sehun, who did not share that sentiment, looked up towards the ceiling. “Oh joy. Another book hunt.”

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Thank you for replying :') I'm not sure if you have rules for requests? But if this is okay with you, can I request some Levi x reader when one of them does something embarrassing but cute? Crack! Thank you wuuuuvs 🥺

yes, i do take requests but i do them slowly so sorry for that, i typed down a short drabble (1.6k words, kind of got out of hand lol), hope you still like it. also i was brainstorming the embarrassing but cute thing for like ten minutes, i completely blanked lol

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It was late, the Survey Corps had had a celebratory gathering in honour of their last remotely successful mission - if nothing else in regards to the few casualties. The cadets were awarded some time off and a bigger meal than usual and the superiors had waited for them to depart so they could spoil themselves with a bit of their alcohol reserve.

The Commander hadn’t set a curfew for them but many left after a glass or two, too tired to stay and knowing they’d still have work the next day. The others - meaning (Y/N), Hanji and Nanaba - were having fun, being loud and, as all three would say - living life to their best. The only left was Levi Ackerman, who stayed in the beginning and spend just a little time with the females before deciding to spare his eardrums some of the raucous torture.

He’d gone on a walk around the HQ to let the pleasant warmth of the alcohol in the crevice of his ribcage fade. He’d always had a high tolerance, thus why drinking was a complete waste of time to him - he’d drain the whole reserve in order to feel anything out of the ordinary or, as Hanji and (Y/N) often described - a disconnection between his brain and body so strong he acted on nothing but his instincts.

The clock was pointing at one past midnight and he was sure there was anybody awake but him. He decided, since he doubted sleep would come to him tonight, to pass by the mess hall to make himself a cup of tea and clean up after the loud drunkards in the meantime.

Except the mess hall still had one inhabitant, in the face of Squad Leader (Y/N) (L/N), or, to Levi, the human embodiment of weird. She’d been his comrade for about five years now and were considered close; she’d made it a point to breach his walls like a firing cannon and he’d struggled to fight her off for a while but he didn’t hate her completely - never had and never thought he would - and so he let her in eventually. Their relationship was simple and platonic, maintain the opposite as Hanji might.

Levi and (Y/N) regarded it as exchanging favours, with silence on his side and loud persistence on hers to make up for it. There was understanding too. He’d often fancied the idea of murdering Hanji in cold blood for pointing out a bit too much his habitual proclivity to let (Y/N) touch him and sometimes, touch her back. She was somebody who didn’t mind rumours and didn’t find use in wasting her energy debunking them, so there had been an established routine between them - she could touch him when nobody was looking. The routine was set in stone around the time she found out he didn’t scream at her too much when she did it in front of others too.

Tonight, (Y/N)’s drinking had gotten a bit out of hand, because she was leaning against one of the tables, cursing at an empty bottle and swaying just a bit. Levi approached her and had just cleared his throat when her shoulders jumped and she almost tripped when turning to look at him.

“Can you even get to your room in this condition?” His question was reasonable but what he didn’t know was that she didn’t have the mental capacity to process it. Or him.

“’m in perrrrfect condition. I can go to the moon too.” Her eyes were narrowed and the gaze in them - foggy. Levi gave a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, then, pointedly as he could, reached out a hand to grab and stabilise her. “Ew, don’t touch me!” She slapped his fingers before they could even grab her, then he was left to blink at her disgusted expression.

“Come, we have to get you to bed.” He was talking boredly, like a grown person explaining 1+1 to a child. Her brows furrowed and she moved away from him but the look in her eyes didn’t clear up.

“Bed? You want me in bed? Well, I say no because I don’t want bed and you. I want somebody else. So fuck off and leave me alone.” She’d royally cussed him out and he’d almost gotten tired of her bullshit when she reached for the empty bottle of the table and began sadly scrutinising the few drops inside. After gulping them down, she decided it would be best to sit down and Levi, in turn, concluded he wouldn’t get his peace of mind if he didn’t force her into her room.

“I’m not leaving you alone because you’ll get hurt. Now come along.” He grabbed her arm and forced her off her ass, to which she frantically tried to shake his hold in vain. Once they were face to face, he felt she might just spit at him with how angry she looked and all.

“I tol’ you not to touch me!” She was hitting him across the chest and he was rolling his eyes at her antics - though he had no idea why she was acting like this now. He hadn’t seen her this drunk anyway. Hanji and Nanaba always took care of her when she was. And they always shared weird looks the morning after.

“You’re usually the one touching me.” His comment made her expression contort in confusion, like the idea of physical touch existing between them was unfathomable to her brain.

“Who? Me? Excuse you, I don’t---” She hiccuped and he was pulling her along - and he, very briefly thought that cute. “I touch only Levi. Because I like him.” His brows furrowed - this was a sudden confession, but so had been the first one. He was well aware (Y/N) held romantic feelings for him and she was well aware he returned them, except, he hadn’t reacted well to the idea of a relationship and they’d kept it down to being close friends instead.

“I like you too.” It was blurted out and composed, just a bit exasperated. She wasn’t telling him anything new but he was curious as to what had even made her do it tonight. And he thought, ever so optimistically, she might just not remember him saying it back the next morning - as he’d never worded it this straightforwardly.

“Why are you sayin’ ‘ too’? I’m not confessing to you and I don’t like you, I like Levi Ackerman, as in Humanity’s Strongest Soldier, as in the fucking love of my life.” She was tugging him back, or at least trying to since it wasn’t working and he kept dragging her down the hallway to the stairs. Her words were what made him halt. He was holding her and she’d told him he was the love of her life - now that was new - and she was talking like... he was a stranger.

“So who am I again?” His inquiry made her brows furrow, she snorted and hiccuped once more - he forced himself not to be distracted by that and the annoyingly cute way in which her nose was scrunched up in disgruntlement.

“From where the hell should I know? You’re a shady guy who keeps touching me and trying to get me in bed. Sorry, bud, not workin’. The only guy I’ll be beddin’ isn’t here right now.” She tugged on his arm once more, then he suggested that they went to him instead and she was quite pleased to hear that. “Or I could go m’self.” Her suggestion was followed by a sneeze, then she was rubbing her arm after he’d let go of it with a condescending look on his face. “You might not be aware but Levi’s tol’ me he likes me too and if he sees you tryin’ to abduct me he might just get angry and kick your face off.”

“I’d like to see that happen.” He was almost smirking at the index finger she was pointing in his direction, almost about to jab straight into his chest. She was frowning, ever so mighty whilst declaring that he - the man standing before her - would come along and beat himself up because she was so fucking wasted she couldn’t recognise him. Talk about disconnection between brain and body.

“If you don’t keep your han’s off me, it might. I’ll just call for him. He’ll beat you to a pulp.” Her arms were crossed in front of her chest and she was pouting now, mad but not that much and he was watching her recklessly trip on her way up the stairs. He gave her twenty minutes and made bets on whether she’d reach his room at all or not and lost when she was seen nowhere along the hallway passed out or whining.

She was snoring on his bed already and he took his time discarding her jacket and boots, then his own prior to entering his office and getting to work with one of the reports he had to write. It took him three hours to finally yawn, he joined (Y/N) on the bed and just barely rolled his eyes when she turned over in her sleep and began mumbling his name.

The morning after he woke up first and decided to enlighten her on the topic of what she’d done last night and why she’d woken up in his bed during breakfast. She went so red in the face it looked painful and Hanji, overhearing their conversation began laughing so hard she choked. Needless to say, (Y/N) gave up alcohol for a while and Levi made it a point to remind her why every time he caught her glancing longingly at the cellar. Not that he minded a confession from her once in a while, or those cute hiccups, or the simultaneous annoyance and amusement he felt at her inability to recognise him.

#levi x reader #levi ackerman fanfiction #reader insert #drabbles for anonies #kind of shit and kind of cringe but i guess it's the cliche people love so here you go #i could think of nothing else #also not exactly crack but idk #i'll leave that up to you to decide

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psychosistr · 4 years ago

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The Stars of the Stage- Chapter 1

Summary: Jonathan Joestar is an accomplished playwright currently working on his next big production: Phantom Blood. During the auditions for the lead actors, though, a certain blond Englishman catches his eye.

Notes: So, this story was inspired by this piece of art by @corgi-shorts that I saw back when I did one of the Jonawagon weeks where Jonathan was a playwright and Speedwagon was an actor. I felt a HUGE need to write this as it was such a cute idea x3

In the midst of the already bustling heart of New York, a large theater within the appropriately named Theater District is packed with several hopeful actors currently reading over and practicing lines from sample scripts. Some are seasoned veterans of the theater while others are hopeful new-comers. Despite their level of skill and experience, each one seems eager to land a part in the production.

Through the chattering crowds and lines of people waiting to enter the main theater for their audition, an extraordinarily tall and muscular man with dark hair carefully weaves his way through the crowd, throwing out a “pardon me” or “oh, excuse me” every now and then to be polite as bumping into people in such a crowd is unavoidable given his size.

He reaches the theater doors and turns to the crowd, cupping his hands around his mouth to be heard properly. “If I may have your attention, please!” The chatter of the crowd slowly dies down as the actors turn to look at him curiously. Once he knows he has their attention, he smiles and gives a quick bow of his head. “Thank you all so much for coming out. My name is Jonathan Joestar- I am the writer and co-director of this production. In a moment we will begin the auditions, so please give it your best. I will be looking forward to seeing what all of you can do!” He finishes with an encouraging smile. He opens the doors long enough to walk in and close them behind himself, nodding to the two men standing behind the door to take the actors’ resumes and headshots. “Dire, Straights, afternoon. Ready to start?”

“Just waiting on William at this point.” Dire says with a nod of greeting. “I think he’s taking care of the lighting or something.”

“More like finishing off his pre-audition glass of wine.” Straights comments indifferently while glancing away. “Though I can’t say I blame him. This is always such a hassle..”

“Necessary evil of the industry, my friend.” A voice greets the group and the trio of men turn to see a man in a white suit and checkerboard top-hat. He offers them a smile and a tip of his hat in greeting. “Ready to summon the horde, gentlemen?”

“Ready as we’ll ever be, William.” Jonathan says with a grin as he walks with the older man down towards the table waiting in front of the stage with two seats for the pair.

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The theater is packed, the auditioning actors having taken up the seats in the order in which they’d come into the room. Quite a few of the seats are already empty, as some of the actors had to leave after their auditions while others have opted to stay and scope out the competition.

The process has been long and grueling, but it is necessary for casting the right people for the parts. Jonathan was glad, though, that he was working with William as the director- the older man often listened to his input regarding casting more than other directors did. As he often said, “Who knows a character better than the man who wrote them?”

Jonathan looks down at the piles of resumes and headshots in front of them. He has kept them organized into a few basic groups: People who had not gone yet were on the far left, closest to himself. The “wouldn’t call them back in a hundred years” pile, as William secretly called it, was beside the first one in the middle. The maybe/later consideration pile was next to that one and closer to William. The last pile on the far right was the smallest of all, reserved for the ones the two had agreed would definitely get the part they’d auditioned for.

Jonathan takes the next resume off of the pile on the far left and calls out the number pinned to it. “Number 157!” He looks at the headshots that accompany the resume, noting that every picture seemed to be taken from the right side of the actor’s face.

As the man in question approaches the stage, he can see why: There was a scar across the left side of his face. Not to say that that was a problem in anyway- the man was still quite handsome (from a purely aesthetical perspective, Jonathan tried to remind his wandering thoughts) and besides, that’s what cosmetics were for. Still, he knew how tough some directors could be and how they tended to avoid actors with visible marks as they couldn’t always visualize a way around it.

“ ‘ello.” The man says with a quick bow of his head once he is in place on the stage and looking down at Jonathan and William. “The name’s Robert Speedwagon, an’ I’ll be readin’ for the part o’ Sir Haste Dray.”

Jonathan is a bit surprised by the man’s accent. He’s clearly British like Jonathan himself, though with a cockney dialect rather than Jonathan’s own aristocratic manner of speaking.

While Jonathan is more surprised by the accent, he can hear others making quiet, hushed, snide remarks about it.

“He does know that’s one of the main characters, right?”

“Talking like that, he’d be a better pick for one of the extras..”

“This outta be good for a laugh.”

Jonathan ignored the comments, curious to see how the actor would do with his own eyes. “Very well then, Mr.Speedwagon. Which section will you be using for your audition?”

The blonde haired man lifted his own copy of the script that had already been opened and turned to the part he wanted to use. “Page 57, line 8. Can I get a read-in?”

“Of course.” Jonathan turned the copy of the script in front of himself to the aforementioned page and cleared his throat before reading the line. “This battle shall be a dangerous one, my friend. I fear we may not escape with our lives. If you wish to turn back, now is the time. I would bear you no ill-will for such a decision.”

Speedwagon closed his eyes for a moment. “I know..yet this decision is beyond me alone.” The earlier chatter and snide laughter was dead in an instant. “It is a decision that must be made by every man, woman, and child of this plane of existence. Unless I were to have every single being upon this world in attendance to answer, then the decision is not truly mine to make.” The man opened his eyes again, looking out in front of him as if speaking to the target of the monologue and only taking brief glances down to see his lines. “Since they cannot be here to tell me not to do so, then I shall take it upon myself to fight on their behalf. After all, if we were to stand by and not do a thing, then who would be left to protect the innocent, unknowing lives of this realm?” Without the earlier accent, his voice held a calm seriousness that perfectly captured the tension of the scene. “I am afraid this daunting task is for us alone to face, lest the evil that hides itself within the darkness of both the world and the hearts of mankind be free to unleash its reign of death upon us all.” The serious expression on his face softened ever so slightly, almost turning into a sad smile that tugged on Jonathan’s heart strings. “Still, even without the threat to all we hold dear in this world, do you truly think that I, of all people, would turn from you at the eve your greatest struggle? Whom do you take me for, old friend? A coward? A fool?” He gave a short laugh, more of a broken chuckle born of melancholy and sadness rather than joy. “Well…perhaps I am both these things. I do admit to fearing the fate that lies before us, yet it is not myself I fear for- rather, it is you. I fear what would become of you if I allowed you to so gallantly face these forces on your own. As for the fool..” His expression softened again, the smile on his face beautiful and sad and full of love and adoration conveyed in a simple quirk of his lips and the gaze in his eyes. “I suppose I have been a fool since we met that one cold, dark winters’ night. With but a touch of your hand, you shattered the reality which I built so flawlessly for myself. I thought myself strong, yet in your presence I am weak. I thought myself a king, yet to you I would gladly play the role of vassal. I thought myself wise, yet the very sight of you fills me with confusion that renders me as foolish as a drunkard lying on the streets. Still, I do not wish for these beliefs to be returned to me. For, in their place, I have gained far more than I ever dared to dream before: Inner-peace. Conviction. Loyalty. And love.” He closed his eyes again, the tragically beautiful smile still on his face. “So, yes, I may be a coward and a fool..but..I am the cowardly fool who will follow you to the ends of the earth and down into the depths of hell itself without fear..for, without you, there would be no point in fighting for this world at all. Above all else, you shall survive. I shall see to it, even if it costs me my very soul- the devil may have it, so long as your radiance remains to shine the light of hope upon this undeserving world.”

Everyone in the room was stunned by the performance, not saying a word as the man opened his eyes once more and gave an elegant bow.

Jonathan, who had been staring at him with stars in his eyes, was the first to react. He quickly stood from his seat, placed his hands upon the table in front of himself, and excitedly declared. “The part is yours!”

William yanked his sleeve hard and pulled him back down into his seat, whispering harshly to him. “You do not say that aloud in front of everyone else here, Jojo. I thought I taught you better than that.”

Jonathan’s face flushed at the realization of his blunder, his voice hushed to the same level as his mentor’s. “Oh..my apologies, William..it’s just..that was perfect! The delivery, the execution, the emotion- I felt as if I was looking at Sir Dray in the flesh!”

“I agree, but there is still a certain etiquette one must follow in these matters.” He chastised the taller man before turning his attention back to the man on the stage. “My apologies for my associate, he became a touch too excited. That being said, that was an exceptional performance. We have a few more auditions to go through and discussions to be had before final casting, but we will certainly be in touch.”

Speedwagon offered them a polite smile. “I’s quite alright, sir. I’m glad ‘e liked it. Be seein’ y’, then.” He tipped his hat politely before walking off stage and back out through the doors leaving the theater.

Jonathan watched the man leave, his heart still thrumming from the effect the blonde actor’s performance had on him. He’d never been so taken by a mere reading before.

Without even looking back to the table, he grabbed Speedwagon’s resume and moved it to the “definite” pile, ignoring the look he was sure to be receiving from William for reaching over him so rudely to do so.

Next Chapter->

End Notes: Speedwagon: *shows up, introduces himself, reveals his accent*

Everyone else: *laughs and mocks him*

Speedwagon: *delivers a flawless read that lands him the part instantly*

Everyone else: *jaws on the floor*

Jonathan: *instantly in love*

#JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken #jonathan joestar #robert edward o speedwagon #jonawagon #Modern!AU #stars of the stage

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whathappensnexts-blog · 4 years ago

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Chapter 1, part 2 of 2.

***Warning. In this story there is use of drugs and slight descriptions of violence. But there is also love. Enjoy :D ***

Yeah. A good adventure I thought, as we were passing that beach. Finn never completely returned from that bad trip. From that moment on he wasn’t sure if other people could understand what he was saying, so he had to, very anxiously, explain exhaustingly everything he said. Or at least most of it. Now we were walking past that beach and heading to that girl’s house, were the party was. In this period of time I was having some troubles with myself on an emotional and psychological level. I was struggling to understand myself as a young man, a young adult now, fresh out to the world. My first identity crisis.

We arrived at the girl’s place. When we took the turn on the street where the house was, we saw a bunch of people spread out along the road for at least fifty meters. Were they our guys? We could see some familiar figures on the dim lit street. They seemed too many to be our guys. Who were the others? Why are they separated like this? Something had happened, I was sure of it. The vibrations were clear.

“Sup.” We greeted the two closest to us. Instead of an answer we got no recognition and all we heard was “Hey c’mon George, let me punch you?” What? Before I could even get a grip of the situation, George was bend in half and holding his stomach. Jack, the guy that hit him was a heavier than normal guy, at the moment completely and utterly wasted and seeming to have no understanding and not a single care about what was happening in this world.

Finn looked at me nervously. He understood what I had realized just now as well. That we were too loud, in a too quiet neighborhood, at 3 o’clock in the morning, in a town full of old people and he was carrying all the grass we had at this moment. So, he stayed behind with George and I went on with Jack. Jack was moving with a slopy but light walk and he seemed to be unable to control the movement of his head. It was following the rest of his movements and it seemed kinda wobbly, like those funk pop figurines. My presence seemed to make no difference to him. When I asked about what was going on, he only told me that he kissed Pauly. Damn.

We regrouped with the others a bit lower on the street. Now I could see them. They were our guys plus two others who we already knew from around here. The story so far was like this. Jack was hella drank and he kissed Pauly, probably a bit violently. The thing is that Pauly was a very close friend of Jim, one of our pals, and Don (who was not one of us) was in love with her since forever. Poor guy. You could see that something had crumbled inside him. Then a few steps away there was Matt and Nick. Matt was one of us and Nick was a guy we knew like Don. Some words were exchanged in a violent manner. Jim said to Jack something along the lines of “You bastard. You did a really stupid thing you know that? Stay back. Don’t come here”. To which Jack replied a bit confused “Leave me alone”. He wasn’t sure whether to be angry or not. He had no idea what was happening. Jim said “I am warning you back off” and as a response he got a big blot of spit across his face.

Naturally a brawl broke out. Finn and George had caught up with us now and Finn was getting more and more nervous. He told me he had to go. I understood. There was absolutely no reason for the cops to find the weed he had hidden in his pants. Not today thank you very much. He told me to call him when the spirits calm down. The others were trying to separate the guys that were now rolling on the street. Don was mumbling “Let him go dude… let him go” although it was unclear to whom he was talking. Or even if he wanted to be heard. No, he was in his own world trying to gather his pieces. Nick was like “Damn…those idiots” and did nothing. I wouldn’t blame him. He was a relatively small and round guy, no match for the other two who had descended in a beast state as prompted by the booze and their rage. George wanted no part in this now and I wanted a drink. Me and Matt separated the two of them fairly easily. We went on the corner of the pavement to try and calm things down. Of course, this did not happen. Instead some more harsh words were exchanged and then Jim hit Jack out of nowhere while the later was immobilized by Matt. That sneaky bastard. That would have infuriated me as well whether I was drunk or not. As a result, Jack took a bite out of Matt’s hand almost cutting a piece from the guy. A second brawl broke out this time between Matt and Jim against Jack. Don and Nick were already gone. Now me and George had to separate them. We did although at some point Jack tried to hit me but he didn’t succeed. He punched George though again, this time in the face. Poor man.

Now the group was broken up. Only me George and Jack remained with the last one having short manic episodes in intervals of seconds “I’ll kill them…those fuckers…I’ll call them to come here now…Bastards” and then his attention would fly to something else only to return in the same manner as before. The only thing that existed in between this man’s ears was emptiness. You couldn’t talk, you couldn’t reason with him even in the drunk sense. He had gone completely of the rail.

At this point I called Finn. “Yeah I can still hear the bastard…No I won’t come now call me later.”. Right. Why didn’t I leave this man and go, just as the others did? I had no desire to deal with a madman at 3 o’clock in the morning. You see, the reason for me not leaving him in his fate was something else besides friendship. Friendship tends to collapse, at least momentarily, in situations like these. No, I was in love with that deranged fool. That so out of control drunkard that was now trying to rip out some metal bars of the street and screaming like a demon. I could see what was going on inside him. I could see he was in a great deal of emotional pain. And it pained me greatly as well. I could see the feelings of worthlessness and failure beating him up. He was torturing himself for some reason I think I could understand but wasn’t able to admit even to myself. That was because he himself was ashamed for whatever he was feeling right now. He was blocking his feelings from himself and that was what was causing that internal clash. How peculiar. I could feel what he was feeling. It is true that love opens a door of genuine understanding that connects you with the other person. An understanding beyond words. A silent most sincere understanding. Now his neck was red, veins all popped out and his face was frozen with intensity. And he was screaming.

George was shocked. “Damn… Alcohol doesn’t do this…why did you let him take drugs? That’s where this is coming from.” He was right. About a week ago he had his first encounter with MDMA. He wanted to do this with me and Finn and I wanted him to do it with us…mostly in hopes of something happening between us. No luck of course. It appears the amphetamines had woken up this lurking despair inside him. Now he stood up and approached the big green street trash bins and pushed them down the road. That was too far. Luckily at this hour there were hardly any cars driving by. Otherwise a really bad accident would have happened. Me George and a cashier from a kiosk near us put the bins back in their place. We thanked him and apologized in an awkward manner. He said nothing. He only looked at us baffled and maybe disappointed. In the meantime, Jack had crossed the road and went on the beach. Thank God at least no one would hear us there and no one would get hurt.

Things started to calm down now. He knew he had pushed it too far and that thought helped ground him in this reality. I could see parts of him coming back, though he was still throwing fits of rage. At one point he pushed George on the rocks but he wasn’t hurt. He also tried to punch me again but didn’t succeed ��Jesus Christ man! Get a hold of yourself”. He shook me off but he did hear me. Sometime later Finn arrived and we smoked a joint. We deserved at least that after dealing with this madness. At some point Jack took his clothes off in a last burst of energy. When this cooled off, he hugged me saying something along the lines of how good of a friend I was to him. When he broke off, I could see through his boxers that he had a boner. But that was it for the day. No one was in any kind of flirting mood after all this. We finished the joint and we each returned to our places. What were Jack and George thinking when they were alone, I wonder? How did they feel? That would be interesting to know.

Why am I saying all this? As I said I was struggling with my identity at that time. The events that followed the next days led me to make a decision that would have a tremendous impact on the course of my life. That decision was the first consciously planted seed of goodness that sprung into a huge strong tree, from which the fruits I still enjoy to this day. And I will be enjoying them for as long as I choose to. It was a tree that touched a vein of the world. So naturally its fruits were divine.

The next day went as expected. All of us were hungover each for their own reason. I insisted that me and Jack go for a walk to talk about the events of last night. I wanted to talk to him before the others did. I don’t remember what was said exactly. I only remember patting him in the back while we were seating on the wave breaker and he pressed his head on my shoulder. The he lifted it up. “are we gay?” he asked baffled. A mix of emotions zapped me in a flash. I did feel that he had a gay part in him so, after this I felt like I had hopes to realize my dream of love. I said something along the lines of “What does it matter” or “No one can define you but yourself”. I didn’t feel the need to make any suggestions at this point. I only wanted to know if I had hopes. After that it was only a matter of him falling in love with me, which was the fun part. Or at least that was what I thought at the time. Now I just wanted to make him feel good about himself. Help him heal from last night’s events. Later on, we were leaving and we were about to part ways when we stumbled upon a friend of ours. We chatted a bit with her but we had to leave. At this point Jack hugged me out of the blue really tight. I was surprised as he rarely expressed himself like this especially after choosing to be vulnerable and let his emotions out. I could feel his ‘thank you’. I did make him feel good after all. And that made me feel good as well.

Later that night we gathered at Fred’s place. He had left early the other night so, he did not know what had happened. Tyler wasn’t even there yesterday. He had spent the night in a hotel with his girlfriend. Everyone that night gave a cold shoulder to Jack. Jim and Matt were nowhere to be seen. He claimed to have no recollection of last’s night’s events. It really was like the man was possessed by a demon. Don’t temper with the chemistry of your body. It will drive you mad if you can’t handle it. But none of us including me seemed to understand this. So naturally we kept going.

A few days later I saw Jack and Pauly hanging out by themselves, talking. And a few days later they were a couple. Damn. It didn’t hurt as much as I expected though. Probably I was in denial. I thought they wouldn’t be together for long, that they were unfit for each other. I was only half right. They were totally unfit for each other but their relationship lasted for four years on and off. It has been toxic some times. Maybe even a bit violent as rumor has it. Madness. They drove away from each other only to be reunited by their insecurities and the safety of the known. Why do I say this? Why not by their faith to love, by their faith to themselves to make it work? Maybe it was so, the first time they broke up and got together again. Maybe even the second. Hardly the third. And definitely not the fourth. By that point it was a parody. It is hard to move on in the drug culture.

That December when they first got together, we went to party to Jack’s place. For four consecutive days. The booze and the weed were endless. The second day we did MDMA again. We tried to find LSD but we had no luck there. Plus, Finn was not so eager to return to acid after his last bad trip. So, we settled for MDMA. And there we were at some point in the night mostly naked. Me and Jack talking frantic gibberish about feelings as prompted by the drug. There was a feeling of loving the whole world along with a wondrous sense of touch. At some point he leaned in and kissed me. The emotions I felt were inexplicable. I felt it coming just a few fragments of a second before it did. Or at least hoped so much for it to happen, that it did. I just couldn’t believe it that it finally happened. I tried to kiss him back but he had already pulled away. “Are we gay?” he said to himself. “Why did you try to kiss me back?”. “I…I didn’t…”. Boom. Second wave of shock. Come on what did you expect…He left quickly and went to join the others in the living room. I waited for a bit alone in the other room. Hoping that he’d come back, close the door behind him and stay with me. But no. Of course not. I was feeling both happy and sad at the same time. I went to join the others. We never ever talked about this and that was the last thing that happened between us. I was amazed by myself about how easily I could pretend that it never happened. That everything was ok. Even under the influence of a drug that magnifies your feelings tenfold if not more.

Now a few months later I am faced with a dilemma. What should I do? Should I keep trying to win him over despite him being happy in the relationship he already is? Should I insist? Or should I accept reality as it is and let him live his life and simply wish he is happy?

I chose what I already felt but barely understood. I chose love. In the truest sense. I chose to wish them good. The moment I chose that I felt…relieved. And I smiled. The Gods smiled as well and thus the slag of darkness began to break apart. Later I had many chances to manipulate their relationship. It took quite some effort not to do so. I had to remind myself the love I was serving. Let it come naturally if it even is to come. Do good, genuine good and you’ll be blessed. And so, it did. That was the grand decision of my life. To accept reality as it is, to let go but still harbor love in my heart. I didn’t know it then but that was the choice that changed my life. Love. Always choose love. You’ll never regret it. There was only one very hopeful question arising now. What happens next?

#writters #young writters #writting #story #adventure #literature #young artists #gay literature #love #gay love #gonzo journalism

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damiensdemon · 4 years ago

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It Wasn't Fate

Chapter 1 - Trust and Judgement

In… and out.

Russell stretched up on his tiptoes as he plucked a bottle of neon-blue soda from the interior of the mini-mart cooler. The store is silent, save for the electric buzz of the lights and the tinny pop playing from an unseen radio. Behind the counter, the attendant played on his phone as he numbly let the night slip by.

Russell shouldn’t have been out so late. He knew that. In the desert, it's common knowledge that home is the best place to be when the sun goes down. But, with exhaustion glazed over his features he couldn’t say no to the sugar-kick his body was craving. And, damn it, I’m a grown fucking man. What’s the point of being an adult if you can’t even over-caffeinate yourself at two in the morning!

... How much caffeine is in this thing, anyway?

Curiously, he began examining the label of his soda and let the cooler door swing shut. A loud thunk resonated through the store, making him jump. Self-consciously, Russell checked for witnesses. Fortunately, he was alone in the aisle.

He caught his reflection in the glass cooler door. Behind him, someone appeared from the back of the store.

Just out of Russell’s natural line of sight, but captured in the reflection, a tall figure stood motionless. At this distance, their only discernible features were their height, their big dark sunglasses, and a plain medical mask.

None of that was particularly alarming. Plenty of people in that area would prefer not to be seen, including Russell. He was wearing a mask as well, though his own hair was a few inches shorter than the tall-one's dark mane.

Still, the stillness of their rigid posture made Russ's paranoia kick in. Am I in their way? But, why are they waiting down there, then…?

With a second look-over, Russ decided that rigid wasn't the right word. Despite their height, they were slouched. Their broad shoulders rose and fell with steady and deep breaths. Within the pocket of their stained hoodie, their hands were stationary.

No, this person was focused .

Russell tightened his grip on his soda, summoning up his courage. Then, he quickly turned around to look directly at them.

In the time it took him to find the spot the figure had been standing in, they were already gone. A shiver shot up his back, but with a roll of his shoulders, Russ dismissed his paranoia.

Here I am, getting all freaked out about someone standing around in a store, when I've been standing here staring at them .

With an exasperated sigh, he shook his head and made his way to the front of the store with his prize in-hand.

The exit chimed an optimistic farewell as Russ stepped out onto the street. The wind noisily hurried past him, rustling the plastic bag clutched in his grip. As he smoothed his hair out of his face, the faint thrum of music floated to him from the bar across the street. With the breeze urging him along, he began his walk home.

Before his mind could wander off completely, another sound found its way to his ears. It was nearly drowned out by the pounding bass, but a distinctive door-chime rang out from the store behind him.

The store with only one other customer in it.

Gripping his bag firmly, he kept his head down and walked faster. The pang of fear he felt was, more than likely, irrational. But that didn’t stop the sensations of eyes boring a hole into his back. Deep breaths. In, and out.

“-- for me?”

Over the wind, he heard a voice. Just the tail-end of a sentence. With dread building in his stomach, he hesitantly glanced toward the speaker.

Across the street, in front of the bar, a gaggle of assorted inebriates wave back at him. That wasn’t what he’d been expecting to see. He risked a glance toward the store, but found no sign of the tall person. With a soft sigh of relief, Russ turned his attention to the group.

“What was that?” He called out.

A ripple of laughter passed through them, and one repeated the initial question. “Whatcha got for me, sweetie ? Did you buy me something?”

Oh, no.

His face burned, and he stammered back,“I-... It’s a soda.”

“I wanna sip!” A different lad in the herd shouted. To his right, a less-drunk friend slapped him on the arm. Undiscouraged, he continued, “C’mon, honey, I’m thirsty! ”

Russell fumbled, shifting his weight between his feet. He opened his mouth to reply, but shut it again as the wind swept away the first syllable of his response. Taking it as a sign, he turned on his heel and walked away from the situation.

Behind him, he could hear little snippets of the men’s speech. What had initially begun as disappointed leering turned into playful threats, and more alarmingly, they were growing louder.

Closer.

Russ fought to swallow the tense knot in his throat as he prepared to break into a sprint.

I should have just stayed home .

“Hey! Slow down, we just wanna talk to you!”

He shut his eyes, hands balling into fists.

As if that’s the problem. I shouldn’t have to deal with this, just because I --

“ Stop. ”

This voice was different. It was commanding, nearly gravely. Russell’s heart stopped in its tracks, and so did his feet. His blood was ice as he forced himself to turn around and face it…

And found that it wasn’t directed at him.

Between Russell and the approaching gaggle, an imposing figure stood firm. They had their back to him, but their stature is familiar. The person from the store…

For a long moment, the world stood still. The group silently watched the newcomer, and Russell remained rooted to the spot. His eyes darted between the back of their hood and their stiff-looking fingers by their sides. They remained tense, waiting for a reason to lunge at the drunkards.

Then, the tension breaks as one of the men laughed, slurring, “What’s your fuckin’ deal , dude?”

“Yeah, we’re just messing around. Chill...” Another chimed in.

Stiffly, the tall figure twisted around to make eye contact with Russell. Between his sunglasses and thick mane of hair, Russ caught a glimpse of the man’s eyes. His skin was pale, and his eyes were dark.

He gestured at the men, then croaked, “... D-... do you want them to follow you?”

Russ opened his mouth to reply, but his throat wouldn’t comply. Instead, he shook his head forcefully.

The man nodded, then turned back to the unwanted guests. “Please leave us alone.”

The same one who’d called out last time rolled his eyes, “Oh, or else wh- ”

One of his friend’s cut him off with a hand on his shoulder. The instigator gave him a confused look, before his friend whispered something to him.

Even in the dark, his face went pale. “... Oh . Fuck that.” He mumbled, putting up his hands.

"Whatever you want, kid. It’ll be your funeral.” Another shrugged, motioning for his group to follow him back to the bar. “It’s fucking freezing out here. Let's go."

Relief poured out of Russ’s body as they shuffled off. Still, his pulse pounded in his ears as he stared at the broad back of his savior.

Just in, and out. In, and out. Russell struggled to find a crumb of composure as the tall man finally turned around to properly face him.

In… and out.

The man shook the tension out of his hands, cleared his throat, then asked, “Are you okay?”

Russ nodded, throat still blocked by an invisible lump.

The stranger tilted his head as he observed the shorter guy from a respectful distance. It was impossible to tell exactly where he was looking through his glasses, which made Russell squirm in his skin.

“I’m Jeff.” He said abruptly, snapping Russ out of his thoughts. “Um… D-... Do you want me to walk home with you? I’m not busy or anything.”

Perhaps it was the adrenaline still coursing through his veins, but Russ found himself struggling to process the situation. Should I be scared...? He kept those assholes away from me, but… What if he has something worse in mind for me?

“I-if you don’t want me to, I won’t be offended. I just-...” He leaned in, whispering horsley with a nod toward the bar, “Y’know, I can wait here and keep an eye on them, too.”

Something about his tone, mannerisms, his energy … He came off as genuinely innocent. Not much about his expression could be discerned, but it was obvious that Jeff was doing everything he could to put Russ at ease. If he was being honest with himself, Russ was pretty sure that if the dude wasn’t a foot and a half taller than himself and built like a shit brickhouse, Jeff would come off as entirely harmless.

Finally, Russ found the strength to speak. “... Thank you. My name is Russell. Can... I ask you something?”

“Oh, of course!” Jeff replied eagerly.

“Why did you do that?”

He hesitated. Reflexively, his fingers found a lock of his black hair and began to toy with it. “Well… I guess, um…” He fumbled, “I’ve seen you… around , before. And, I worry about people, y’know? There’s a lot of bad folk in this area. So, when I heard those guys yelling at you, I thought that you might want some help.”

Russell nodded. “... Okay. Thanks for stepping in.”

“It was no problem. Why wouldn’t I?” He said, shrugging. “Gotta earn my keep somehow, heh…”

Russ grinned, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “... If you don’t mind, I wouldn’t mind if you walked with me.”

Under his mask, a wide smile stretched Jeff’s mouth. “O-of course! Thank you!”

He laughed softly, “For what? You’re the one doing me a favor.”

“Just… trusting me, really.”

“It’s the least I can do.” Russ took a step back, “Let’s get moving. It really is fucking freezing.”

Jeff nodded giddily, following after him. “Lead the way!”

The two of them walked side-by-side, but Jeff kept a comfortable distance from his companion. He stayed close enough that he never left Russ’s field of view, but never quite came within arm’s reach.

With his hands shoved deep into his hoodie’s pocket, Jeff stared off ahead of them. Occasionally, he’d glance behind them, but never looked directly at Russell for long.

As they waited for an intersection to clear, Russ piped up. “Weird question, but… You don’t think I’m a kid, do you?”

“No, of course not. Why would a kid be out this late?” Jeff replied, amused.

“Just wondering. I know I have a baby-face, but like... Y’know, I’m old enough to drink. I’ve voted twice. ” Russell elaborated, adding with a snort, “I’ve had people threaten to call my parents on me before. I haven’t lived with them for five years.”

Jeff made a deep, wheezy sound in response. A laugh, perhaps? The noise alone made Russ laugh along with him.

“I-I can’t relate to that, I’m sorry.” Jeff replies, “I haven’t been carded in over 20 years.”

“Really? How old are you?” Russ blurted, eyes flicking over his tall companion’s form. The best indication he could get of Jeff’s age was that one of his knees kept popping. Beside that, he was a peak physical specimen.

“Um… 38.” He admitted.

“Oh. Huh…” Russ muttered, surprised. Out of the corner of his eye, Jeff’s shoulders dipped forward.

“Yeah, I know. Sorry.”

“... What for?”

“For, um. Being me, I guess.” He gestured vaguely at himself. “I know I’m scary to look at. Obviously.”

Russ responded quickly, “You shouldn’t apologize for that. Like, you can’t help being massive, or intimidating, or... whatever. And even if you could --”

“You haven’t even seen what I look like.” Jeff cut in, idly toying with his hair again. “I like how I look. But, y’know, some people assume a lot about you by your appearance.”

“Ahah, I get that…” Russ sighed, “I wish more people realized that stuff doesn’t matter. How you look doesn’t make you a bad person, or a good person. It’s your actions that matter.”

“Exactly. I try really hard to be good. ”

“I think you are. I mean, you deescalated a really nasty situation for me. That’s pretty good”

Jeff’s gaze was fixed on the sidewalk ahead of them as he listened. Russell’s eyes settled on the pink skin of his neck as Jeff idly scratched at it. The skin there was splotchy and shiny in places, much like his hand. It reminded Russ of a burn.

Russ cleared his throat, snapping himself out of his thoughts. “You know what? You remind me a little of my older brother.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Though… He might be a little taller than you are, actually.”

Jeff stumbled over an uneven slab of concrete, but recovered quickly. His stiff posture read to Russell as embarrassment.

“Th-... thank you. That’s really nice of you to say.” He murmured, shoving his stiff fingers into his pocket once more.

“Hardly. It’s common decency.” Russ shrugged dismissively, slowing his stride as he fished out his house key.

With his head tilted back, Jeffery took in the apartment building towering above them. “Nice place.”

“For a one-bedroom? It’s not too bad. I’d like it a lot if they ever fixed the elevator. And the stairs..” Russell griped, and again, Jeff laughed. It was such a genuine sound of happiness, it made Russ’s chest ache.

When the giggle died off, he coughed. “Well. Um… Thank you for letting me walk you home. It really means a lot to me.”

“No, really, thank you .” Russ stood on the second step to the entryway, turning to face the man on the sidewalk. “If you hadn’t been there, tonight might have been… kinda shitty for me.”

“It’s just common decency.” Jeff fired back, rolling his shoulders.

Even two-steps up, Jeff still had a few inches on Russell. He didn't want to make the larger man uncomfortable by staring at him, but he could see the excitement radiating off of Jeff's body.

#jeff the killer #ben drowned #fanfiction #creepypasta #fanfic #self insert #ao3 #angst #meet cute #damiensdemon #it wasn't fate #slow burn

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Billy Again (Part 1)

His whole life, Four has brought death and bad luck wherever he went. Now that he is no longer alive maybe his luck will change, especially surrounded by people who love him as much as he does them.

Or a story about Four’s Many names

A/n: This is for @billytheskywalker‘s awesome quote challenge! The quote I chose is “Here we are, born to be kings. We are princes of the universe.” Hope you guys like it, the formatting may be a bit weird, you can also read it on ao3 here

Word count: 5.4k

1. Billy

Four and Five were sitting on top of a roof.

That almost sounds like the start of a nursery rhyme, doesn’t it? The setting was right too, everything feels soft and fragile at sunrise. The sun looked almost shy as it peaked from under the earth, a faded red, the sky was pink and five was bathed in golden light.

They were sitting close but not touching, and there, in the cold morning air, Four could almost feel the heat radiating off of her skin. She was so close; if he shifted just the slightest bit he’d be able to press the line of his thigh against hers.

“-at’s why I got into medical school.”* He was only half-listening as she told him about her life before the whole fake death thing, they'd been trading stories for half an hour. He hated it, talking about his life before felt like playing with fire. But he’d never been able to deny her anything, or any of the ghosts for that matter.

“What about you, Billy?” Billy, he still wondered why he told them that damned nickname, why not William, or Bill, even Will; he’d been called each of those at one point or another.

“What do you want to know?” He smiled at her, couldn't help himself, even though talking about himself almost physically hurt.

“What’s your earliest memory?”

He hummed, deep in his chest, wondering how much he should tell her.

“My earliest memory, yeah? I think it was falling off the roof of my childhood home.” She punched him on the shoulder, giggling (and wasn’t that a thought? Five, their badass doctor, giggling.)

“You’re totally lying.”

“I’m not, I swear! My mum was so mad I could almost see the steam coming out of her ears. But it didn’t matter to me, the next day I was back on that roof, I’ve been climbing for as long as I can remember.”

She laughed, throwing her head back and he almost felt guilty for lying to her.

But after so many lies, so much secrecy, there were things he couldn't help but keep to himself, no matter how much he loved them all.

His actual first memory was of his mother, being held in her arms as a storm thundered outside. Her usual scent of clean clothes and lavender all around him and her quiet whisperings swallowed up by the darkness around them. He remembered with startling clarity the pain of his black eye, feeling it pulsate, and the words of his drunkard father.

Useless. Good for nothing. Dumb.

And yet, the pain hadn’t been so bad there. Curled up in his bed with his mother as she consoled him, late at night after his father had fallen asleep.

“You’re gonna do great things, my little lamb. Oh, Billy, people like you, born with stars in their eyes are meant to be great kings or rulers. One day you’ll see, the whole world will know who you are.”

He had barely believed her, back then. Even less so, a few years later, on his ninth birthday, newly orphaned and watching the still-hot cinders of his childhood home.

At that moment, he knew, he was destined to misfortune.

2.William

At the age of nine, with no relatives to be found and no will left by his parents, Four was sent to foster care. He lasted two weeks in the system before running away from his foster “parents” and never looking back.

Those two weeks were hellish, as Four constantly switched hands and institutions. Surprisingly, nobody wanted the bruised little kid who had night terrors that woke him up screaming and shaking every single night. The state-mandated therapist he saw only twice asked what the nightmares were about and he told her they were about the house fire (they weren’t, all he saw in his sleep were his father’s fists).

And they all kept calling him that, William, like he was a pet they had named. Nobody asked, it was just William here, William there. William was this new boy, a boy alone in the world whom no one would ever truly care for. Just another child of the system. And yet. And yet, a tiny part in him was relieved, because his heart seized in his chest whenever he thought about being called Billy, like he was disrespecting his mum, who had had so much faith in him.

He knew he would never be able to accomplish whatever hopes she’d had for him.

Midway through the second week, he was sent to the Whites, an idyllic little family with a charming father, a smiling mother, a little girl two years younger than him and a dog. They were nice, too much so, telling him they wanted to welcome him into their family.

“Hello, William, it’s great to have you with us. I’m sure you’ll feel right at home.” Said Mrs. White, running a silk-soft hand through his hair.

For three days he waited for the other shoe to drop, for the charming Mr. White to drink a beer too many and hit him. But he never did, instead, Mr. White (“it’s Gerard, kiddo”) called him champ and big boy, and tossed around a ball with him in the backyard. It was unsettling.

Billy’s father had been a charming man too, everyone liked him. He smoked cigars and laughed like thunder and everyone loved him. (“Oh Billy, why don’t you like your dad? He’s so nice!”).

So as nice as Mr. White was, Four, didn’t trust him. In his experience fathers weren't nice, at least not to their children. Instead, he tottered behind Mrs. White (“It’s Veronica, honey, or mum if you prefer”) and little Elysia, enamored by their twin heads of dark curls.

Mrs. White was nice too, prettier than his own mother and just as charming as Mr. White. She’d kiss his forehead at night and tell him and Elysia stories. She was strict but fair, assigning the children chores and explaining to Four how important homework would be once they got him enrolled in school.

For a few days, Four harbored a tiny flicker of hope. Of course, the universe promptly crushed it.

On the fourth day (And how’s that for an unlucky number?) Four dropped a glass of milk and Mrs. White slapped him across the face, her long nails catching on his skin and drawing blood. Elysia stood in the corner, watching them with wide eyes and a trembling lip as her mother devolved into a screaming fit.

“How dare you?! How dare you disrespect my family and my home like this?! We didn’t have to take you in you idiot!” Four stayed silent, looking her in the eyes as fat tears rolled down his cheeks.

She sent him to his room without dinner but instead of falling asleep he grabbed a plastic bag and shoved in the little belongings the Whites had bought for him, still crying, but furrowing his brows in determination.

Fathers, he decided, were not the only bad people there were. Mothers could be evil too, anyone really. And if parents could be so wicked, then he didn’t need them.

Not anyone.

He climbed out of the window with practiced ease, after years and years of climbing all over his own home. He slipped away on silent feet, distantly hearing Mrs. White berate her own daughter and husband.

After that, it was the streets, and Four learned about hunger, he learned how it felt to think you were going to die, for the first time in his life. Sure, at first people were willing to spare a few quarters for the cute little kid sitting on the curb, but as he got dirtier and scragglier they started shooing him away and shooting him dirty looks.

He ate fast food as often as he could, washed his face in McDonald´s sinks and changed into the least dirty of his clothes as much as possible, but he was still miserable. He felt weak all the time and he was just so tired.

And then he learned to steal.

3.Bill

Here’s the thing, most people are good at at least a couple of things, some talent is just innate and if you hone it enough then things start to get intense. And Four? He was good at stealing. Then again, stealing was more of an effect brought on by his talent at climbing and running, at moving.

He’d discovered parkour at twelve and started seeing the world differently. Everything, everything as just a way of enhancing movement, of being faster of getting just the slightest bit closer to the sky. He started moving all around England sometimes learning a trick or two from older guys who were like him. Fast and feeling the urge to move and bend reality around him like a constant urge under their skin.

So Four was good.

And people began to take notice.

Four was fourteen years old (and surely, whatever god there is must have laughed themself silly at the recurring number), and sitting on a roof, letting his feet dangle, eating a warm bagel when he heard footsteps behind him. Immediately he jumped to his feet, turning around and wiping the crumbs away from his lips. He’d met a wide arrange of people who hung out on roofs like him, but usually, there was some semblance of etiquette. The way this person had approached him and gotten so close before announcing his presence was just unnerving.

“Who are you?”

The stranger tilted his head to the side; he was half a head taller and probably a couple of years older than Four, with a generous smattering of freckles on his nose and dark, nearly reddish eyes.

“So you’re the little blonde kid who’s been stealing around town?”

Four bristled, he wasn't a kid!

“So what if I am?”

The kid gave him a cocky smile and extended a hand for Four to shake. Four didn’t move and the stranger shrugged before putting his hands in his pockets.

“My name’s Engel, what’s yours?”

Four took a wary step back, suddenly uncomfortably aware that he was at a disadvantage, only a couple inches away from a three-story fall, backed into a corner by Engel.

“Why should I tell you?”

Engel’s smirk widened, the look in his eyes nearly cat-like.

“Because, I’ve got a job offer for you, pretty boy.”

Four barely caught himself before taking another step back, instead tilting his chin upwards stubbornly.

“Don’t call me that!”

“Then tell me what I should call you.”

He bit his lip and his fingers unconsciously crushing the bagel. What was he supposed to answer to that? True, he was no longer Billy, but William felt crushingly unnatural. He looked Engel in the eyes.

“B-Bill. My name’s Bill.”

Engel smiled with an emotion Four couldn’t decipher and again extended his hand for Four to shake, taking a step closer.

“Nice name, kid. Now I’ve heard you’re good at stealing, and I want you to join my team.”

Engel's hand was warm as Four shook it.

Apparently, the group wasn’t actually Engel’s team, he was just a member who, like the others deferred to the eldest guys, a pair of twenty-year-old twins who didn’t bother introducing themselves to Four. He later found out through the grapevine that their names were Zaccai and Arlo, both sported shaved heads and looked bored nearly all the time. They only seemed to come alive during robberies.

Stealing with this team was completely different from the petty stuff Four usually did. The robberies were each carefully planned and they changed cities much more often than Four did, even countries. In his time with the twins, he traveled through most of Europe. The targets were also much bigger, even if the twins took the majority of the money. Four was sure that they could have retired with a mansion whenever they wanted, but they simply enjoyed their line of work too much.

The “team” was more than anything else, a gaggle of young people without any real organization, the members came and went as they pleased. Four never took off on his own but he sometimes accompanied Engel when he needed help with a side job. Sometimes Engel would leave him alone for weeks at a time and Four would wait anxiously, ignoring the rest of the team until he returned. Whenever anyone took too much time to report back, the twins wrote them off as dead and everyone got a free afternoon to wander off for a while.

The first time this happened, Four looked at Engel with wide eyes but the older one just gave him a bitter smile.

“That’s how things go in this line of work, Bill. You better get used to it.”

Engel was also the first one who put a gun in his hand. Four had been sixteen for two weeks and had finally grown a couple of inches taller than Engel. It was a handgun, small but unbelievably heavy in Four’s palm. Of course, he’d seen that most everyone carried at least one gun whenever they stole something but he’d never imagined he’d have to too. Everyone else did parkour but he was the best one, it was his thing and the reason Engel had recruited him, he didn't understand why he needed a gun like the others.

“You’re fast, Bill. But no that fast. You can’t outrun a bullet, the only way to stop it is to kill the other guy first.” A wink. “And I need you to cover my back too. You and me, yeah?”

And so, Billy learned, every day he would stand for hours, shooting targets until his arms were sore and he could barely keep his eyes open. But no matter how much he trained his muscles he never could bring himself to shoot anyone. His self-appointed mentor also taught him to fight, on dusty gymnastics mats the twins kept around in their hideouts. Engel would always win, but Billy was good too, fast and electric, wiggling out of chokeholds like an eel. But he never fought dirty enough for Engel’s taste.

“You’ve gotta go harder, Bill! Those guys out there are not gonna have any compassion when they’re fighting you. They’re gonna go in for the kill and if you don’t do the same, they’re gonna succeed.”

Four was seventeen, lying on those mats, sweat-slick and breathing heavy, when Engel kissed him. It was a hungry kiss, the kind that builds up for years and uncoils like an explosion. The kind of kiss where you feel the raw need in the base of your stomach, where air stops mattering. And you just want. They started… something after that, kissing in empty corridors and jacking each other off in dark alleyways, quieting their moans into each other’s necks. Four would never forget Engel’s face as he came, head thrown back and flushed cheeks, hair wild.

Despite it all, they never actually fell in love, Four didn’t at least. And Engel would still leave for weeks at a time, leaving him alone and burning. They started drinking together, sleeping with girls when the other wasn’t there and partying hard.

Meanwhile, their little skirmishes kept getting riskier, as Zaccai acquired a manic look in his eyes he hadn’t had before and Arlo kept shooting him worried looks when he thought no one was watching.

Suddenly one day, when Four was nearly twenty-one and easily a head taller than Engel, Zaccai announced he had decided he wanted to steal the Moussaief Red Diamond. At that moment, that meant nothing to Four, but he later found out it was the seventh most expensive diamond in the world, owned by a man named Shlomo Moussaief who lived in London. While everyone was extremely excited at the prospect of being set for life, late at night they could hear the twins argue in their room.

“We can’t do this Zaccai! We don’t have the manpower!”

“Don’t you see it?! It’s the ultimate challenge, the ultimate proof of skill!”

“You’re crazy! You’ve gone crazy, and I’m not letting you drag me down with you!”

Arlo stormed out of the abandoned apartments where the team had been squatting, leaving behind a string of worried whispers and bubbling panic. Zaccai smiled at them when he stepped out of the room.

“Don’t worry guys, we can do it without. When we pull this off, I promise you, we’re gonna become legends! We’re gonna be rich!”

Four shot a worried look at Engel, but the latter had a nearly identical look on his face to Zaccai, a demented smile, slashed across his face.

“Hear that, Bill? Rich. Sounds good, doesn’t it? Engel the millionaire.”

And so they prepared like they hadn’t ever before, scanning the building to find entrances and exits, paying for intel about the security personnel.

Finally, the day came when they silently entered the deceptively modest house where Moussaief lived, Zaccai at the helm.

And promptly walked into Hell.

It was obvious from that first moment that they had been given wrong intel or someone had ratted them off because they were immediately shot at. Men started dropping like flies in both sides of the fight, the sound of shooting deafening as Four gripped his gun so hard his knuckles turned white. They ran across hallways, Four’s teammates constantly shooting and dropping to flour, screaming with pain. Only Zaccai’s laughter rose above the rest of the noise.

“The diamond! Just get the diamond!”

There were only five of them when they finally got to the showroom, only to find it completely empty.

Of course.

Moussaief had probably flown out of town if not out of the country as soon as he'd been tipped off that something was brewing. And he's taken his fortune with him.

Zaccai stopped laughing; face blanching for just a moment before it exploded as they shot him in the head. The only lasting guard walked into the room and promptly shot the rest of Four’s teammates. He felt his heart stop as he watched almost in slow motion, the bullet headed for Engel’s chest. In just a couple of seconds he felt it all, nausea and sadness. And blinding anger.

He raised the gun, and shot, aiming directly at the man’s heart.

Bull’s eye.

The man fell to the floor, his last scream getting stuck in his throat.

Four shot again. And again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and ag-

“Bill!”

What?

“Bill!”

His hands began shaking, the gun clattering to the floor.

“I’m fine! It was just a graze.”

For a moment he stared uncomprehendingly at Engel’s blood-streaked side.

“You okay, man?”

He looked into Engel’s dark eyes, feeling numb as the older boy cupped his face with both hands.

“It’s okay, Bill. He’s dead. I’m fine.”

Four threw himself at Engel, winding his arms around his neck. He didn’t sob or make a sound, just shook as Engel rocked him from side shushing him softly. When he was slightly calmer, he and Engel took the fire escape to walk onto the roof, stepping over bodies, staining the soles of their shoes with blood.

Over them, the moon was nearly nonexistent, just a thin ribbon of light. Four licked his cracked lips before speaking.

“So, what next?”

Engel clapped him on the shoulder, pressing a hand against his injured side.

“Wanna go to Ukraine?”

4.Will

On the day they arrived in Ukraine, the day was overcast.

It was a few weeks after the failed Moussaief thievery, they had waited for Engel’s side to heal up, but Four was still wary of the new group they were going to meet. Apparently, they were friends of Engel that he sometimes helped for a little extra cash, though working for the twins had been more profitable. It stung, that in all the years of knowing each other, Four had never met them.

Besides, he didn’t want to belong to a team anymore. A team meant dead-weight and room for error, a team meant caring for too many people. Usually, Four thrived in variables. How many variables and different paths did the landscape have to offer? Human variables, though, he wasn’t so keen on.

When he voiced his opinions to Engel, the latter just laughed.

“They’re good guys, Bill. Well, as good as you’re gonna get for a bunch of thieves anyway.”

Kyiv was beautiful with high buildings made of white stone dark, lanky silhouettes of unlit lampposts. But Engel immediately led him to the bad side of town, where the buildings barely stood and the people lived on the streets. The smell of poverty was intense, but Four didn’t mind it, it had become home. The group had been living in an abandoned house, with no glass on the windows and peeling paint. Cigarette butts littered the ground outside.

The group inside was much smaller than Four expected, nothing like the twins’ group. There were only eight or nine people, sitting on metal folding chairs, the floor, and an ugly couch, around a deck of cards and three bottles of vodka. The first one to get up was the only girl, tiny and ballerina-like, with bird-boned wrists and lean strong muscle lining her arms. She raised an eyebrow playfully and fixed with an intense look in her dark, dark eyes. The other’s got up slowly, nothing remarkable about them except for a guy with tattooed lines streaked down his face like tears and the bluest eyes Four had ever seen and a man with a hulking figure that surely couldn’t be very good at parkour, hands the size of bowling balls and a gun hanging from his belt. The only one who carried one. Engel smiled wide.

“Well guys, this is Bill, the guy I’ve been telling you about for years.” A wink. “Bill, meet the crew. The scary fella over there is Axel, our gunman, and heavyweight. A bodyguard if you will.” Mr. Giant nodded slightly, his eyes focused on the street outside. “From left to right there’s Dima, Andrew, Andreas, Symon, Taras, Aleksander and the guy with the bad face tattoos is Mykola.” The latter frowned at Engel but didn’t say anything, before giving Four a shaky smile, bouncing nervously on the balls of his feet.

Finally, Engel wound an arm around the girl and pulled her flush against his side.

“And this,” He bit his lip for a second. “Is the wonderful Oksana.”

She looked at Four with a smirk and he felt his knees go slightly weak.

“So this is the famous Bill.” She scrunched her nose. “Not a fan of the name, though. I think I’m gonna call you Will.” Engel frowned.

“Oh my g-d, Oksana you can’t just-”

“It’s fine!” Four cleared his throat, embarrassed. “I’m fine with Will.” Engel leveled an unimpressed stare at him.

“Fine, but you’ll be Bill to me. Now come on, I’ll show you the rest of the house.”

And so it was. The rest of the team stuck to calling him Bill, but that night when Oksana led him to her room instead of one of the communal rooms for the guys, she moaned the name Will.

Will. Will. Will.

Like a chant, soft and hoarse in his ear as her short, sharp nails drew blood from his back.

Will!

As she came, lovelier than anything else he had ever seen, her tan skin flushed all over.

It became a regular occurrence, more often than not he slept in her room and he stuck close to her wherever they went. At parties, he liked to have her closed, fingers grazing her elbow or her hip. When they stole something he usually kept her in his line of sight, more on edge than he had ever seen during a mission.

Of course, he still hung out with Engel. He was his best friend after all, but when the latter tried to go in for a kiss when they were sparring Four stopped him.

“It’s just, ya know, my thing with Oksana. You get it right?”

Engel stared at him and for the first time in a very long while, Four couldn’t decipher his expression.

“Yeah. I see how it is.”

The sparring ended quickly and awkwardly. Usually, Engel and Four fought as cleanly as they could, but at that moment, as Engel twisted his arm behind his back, straddling his hips, he was genuinely afraid he would break it.

“I win. See you later Bill.”

Four stared at his friend’s retreating back, genuinely wondering where he went wrong.

But it was okay. That night, Oksana took him to one of her favorite nightclubs and kissed his worries away. He felt like an idiot next to her, slow and lumbering, when she moved through crowds of people like a fish through water. Everywhere she went, she seemed to belong in a way he had never been able to. but she seemed to want him around and that helped.

And at some point, they started to spend nights upon nights just talking, about everything. Themselves, their childhoods, their wretched, awful childhoods. It was hard not to want when he was next to her. Not only want her but want to change to world for her, fix the injustices, the systems that had failed her, the streets that had sheltered her. Make her proud of him, like he had only ever wanted to make his mom proud.

Being with Oksana made him want everything.

Sometimes, he would whisper these dreams to her, like secrets, face pressed against the warmth of her sweat-slicked skin. She would laugh, quietly.

“You’re a dreamer, Will. I’m fine sticking to the earth while you search for the stars.”

She had always been much more realistic than him. She knew, that those dreams were nothing but fairytales. People like them didn’t accomplish miracles or even good things. He should have listened to her, maybe then the fall from the stars to the ground wouldn’t have hurt so much.

It was Oksana who took him to get his first and only tattoo, four big letters stretched across the knuckles of his right hand.

“What do they mean?”

“A letter for each of the people I have loved the most.”

M, for mum.

E, for Engel.

O, for Oksana.

And B, for the little boy he had once been, for the future his mother had seen in his eyes.

When Engel had seen the tattoo, he’d laughed himself to tears.

“Never get someone’s name or initials tattooed, Bill. It’s bad luck.”

And Engel was always right, wasn’t he?

A month later, they sat together, drinking. Oksana, was asleep, claiming cramps and a couple of the boys had gone out to a nightclub. It was just Andrew, Dima, Engel, and Four, drinking, a cigarette in each of their mouths. Usually, Engel was the best of them at drinking, but tonight he had been drinking much more than usual, taking generous swigs of two different bottles.

He kept asking Four about his relationship with Oksana, getting more and more aggressive with each drink he took. Finally, at four in the morning, he asked a question he’d been itching to ask, the words nearly flying out of his mouth without his permission.

“Aren’t you afraid of her?”

Four laughed, him? Scared of a small, cute girl like her?

But that wasn’t really what Engel was asking, was it? No, it went more along the line of, aren’t you afraid that you’ll fall in love? That you’ll give too much and she’ll take it without mercy? Aren’t you afraid that it’ll be too much, too fast, that you’ll be washed over by her tides?

Because girls like her, are the kind of girls who rip you open to feast on your heart and suck up your soul.

Because she had the power to ruin him.

This squirrely little girl, who looked like a gun made woman. His Oksana (except not his, never his), all muscles from climbing and starving, like him, all of them, street urchins forever and ever like his own group of lost boys.

“How could I be scared of her, I’m twice her size!” Andrew and Dima snickered, but Engel stayed silent, the flickering fire reflected in his eyes, casting strange shadows on his face.

“Whatever, Will” And he said the name like an insult, like a thrown stone. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you about her.”

“What’s his problem?” Asked Andrew and as Dima shrugged, Four took a gulp from the bottle of Rum at his feet and tried not to wonder how many times Oksana and Engel had slept together before he came to Ukraine.

From that moment on, he’d been expecting it, Oksana’s betrayal. Waiting for the fatal words to cross her lips: “I cheated on you” or even worse “I don’t love you anymore, I never did.”, asking himself if he would forgive her, shying away from the meaningful stares Engel shot at him and he dared not decipher.

And yet he was in love with her.

He could almost physically feel it, in the way he just seemed to breathe easier with her around him. In the way kissing her felt better than anything else in the world, that her presence brightened up a room. In the way he ached for her when she wasn’t with him.

He had killed for Engel, but he knew he would die for Oksana.

And they did stakeouts and ran to keep fit and listened to rumors. They kept stealing, here and there, but every single one of them was here for the big one. The necklace. Worth fifty million fucking dollars, the so-called “Garden of Kalahari” was even bigger than the Moussaief diamond. No matter how many participated in that robbery, they’d be set for life, and in this mission, the team was small. None of them could truly comprehend the amount of money the Kalahari was worth.

And it was going to be theirs.

There was a tension in the air, an itching in their veins, and at moments Four almost thought he could comprehend what had driven Zaccai to near-insanity. The feeling of adrenaline and expectation was nearly intoxicating. But still terrifying. The day almost snuck-up on them, there without warning. They had planned and re-planned a thousand times and yet, the Moussaief incident kept repeating itself in Four’s head. What if’s plagued him.

That morning, Oksana soothed him with a slow kiss.

“Welcome to the rest of our lives, Will.”

And so they went, the building was much older and unassuming than Moussaief’s home had been. But it made sense, the Kalahari belonged to an old rich woman, who hoarded her jewelry like a dragoness and who, after losing her businesses to younger more innovative competition, had let herself fall into poverty rather than sell her jewels.

Every morning she left the building unattended to go walk a decrepit old dog, both of them took nearly an hour for a short walk. More than enough time.

This group was much more acrobatic and parkour centered than the old one, so only the big guy, Axel, and Engel carried guns, the added weight wasn’t ideal for this kind of job. As soon as they walked into the building, Axel and Engel posted themselves at the door, guns drawn.

They had planned and re-planned a thousand times.

It wasn’t enough.

The first clue was the gunshots, the next one was the two heavy thuds by the door, Engel and Axel’s corpses falling to the floor. The final clue was Mykola shouting. Desperate, as if he wanted to tear his vocal cords out.

“Politsiya! Politsiya!”

Four never learned Ukrainian. He had meant to, he’d wanted to impress Oksana, but even he knew what the words meant.

When he found the Kalahari, it was almost like salvation. Maybe. Maybe, the mission hadn’t been for nothing.

More shots then, closer now, Four wasn’t keeping a head-count anymore. Just running, as fast as he could, until the oxygen burnt.

They were supposed to cross through the sign and he could barely comprehend when instead of doing that he was falling. Airborne. The only thing keeping him from certain death, from splattering like paint on the floor, was the too-thin cable in his hands. For the first time in a long, long time he was scared of falling.

And then she was there, Oksana. She grabbed the necklace and he knew that he was saved.

Except.

“Grab my hand! Grab my hand!”

His jaw hurt like nothing had hurt before, the jewels between his teeth felt like iron, like they would grind his molars to dust.

Oksana didn’t grab his hand. The look in her eyes was cold, empty, and Four felt himself go numb.

And then he was falling.

#6 underground #six underground #billy #four #billytheskywalkerchallenge #billytheskywalker #writing challenge #writing #tw: child abuse #tw: sex #tw: death #tw: violence

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whenwomenrefuse · 6 years ago

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I have never told this story before.

It was the summer of finishing school, I was 19 years old and had a five-month-long holiday inbetween finishing the final exams for school and starting uni in October. Me and my friends drove to the next bigger city with the train, to go out, almost every weekend. We went on concerts and metal parties, and sure, we also drank a bit (In Germany the legal drinking age is 16 for beer and 18 for liquor), but due to the expensiveness of the drinks, it was never more than two, maybe three longdrinks. This may sound like a lot, but the way they are mixed there’s usually barely any alcohol in them. Therefore drinking three of these will still let you be almost sober. Also, my body had a pretty high tolerance for alcohol, and I’d really had have to drink heavily in order to get actually drunk. Additionally, I’d been having these exact two to three drinks every weekend for months, I knew exactly how many of them I could drink without an effect (1-2), I knew how many I’d need to drink to get slightly tipsy (3-4), and how much to get noticeably tipsy (5 and up). I was also used to taking a cab to the train station in the city (about 10 minutes), taking a 20-minute train ride and then a 10-minute walk home, in the village I lived in. I knew exactly at what point during the evening I’d have to stop drinking, to be sober when leaving for home. Since the parties only started at 10pm and the last train came at 1:30 am, I never stayed long enough to be actually wasted. What I’m trying to make clear is that while I was just 19 years old, I was used to alcohol, I was used to the locations where we partied, I had a close group of friends who travelled with me, I had self-imposed strict times when I left the party for home, and I knew exactly what I was drinking and how it would affect me. In short, I was partying and drinking responsibly.

Going out in a tight knit community such as the one we found ourselves in, due to our taste in music, it means you start to recognize the same faces in the venues you go to for concerts, for parties, for festivals, the people you stand in line with at the bar, are the people who organize the next show, who own the record label, who play in the bands. You start to know people and they start to know you. The older people look out for the younger ones, make sure they’re handling their drinks, make sure they know when to leave to catch their trains/buses etc. Girls and women have whatsapp chats dedicated to leaving the venue together, so that nobody has to go home alone. In short, I had a strong sense of familiarity and security with these people. Then that day came.

There was a concert, five bands from the wider region were coming to our city and playing a concert. The subgenres they played were pretty broad, and some of them were big enough to attract their own fans to the venue, people from further away and people who otherwise weren’t involved with the local scene. Needless to say it was incredibly full that night. The last band that played was one of our friends, so we had made plans with one of them, to spend the night in his flat, he had a big sofa and two camp beds, and his flatmate was out of town, so one of us could also spend the night in their room. At that point we knew him for months, and trusted him completely. And it wasn’t like we were only young girls in the group, we were mainly guys, and then me and two other girls. It was a 100% non-sexual sleeping arrangement, and everyone was aware of that. Before the show, we went to his flat to drop off our things for the night, and to help him transport his equipment over to the venue. Then the problems started.

You see, music scenes can be complicated, especially the underground scenes, and some subgenres and their fans don’t go well with each other. That night there was a mixture of a lot of different genres, which each had a mixture of people in the crowd. You had your leather jacket bruisers to whom music ended in the mid-80s, paired with super niche neo avantgarde experimental metal, just to name an example, and there were some tensions in the crowd. People were rowdier than usual, and some got ridiculously wasted. There had been some instances where security actually had something to do, prying drunkards from each other, before they could throw blows at the other’s face. I was still more or less new to the scene, having existed in the microcosmos of my home city for years, and never really gone out anywhere else. I wasn’t used to this in the way that I am now. I was uncomfortable, and I stopped drinking after my first drink. I quickly became aware of how sober I was, as everyone around me got increasingly wasted. One band from Dortmund got kicked out of backstage (sounds more prestige than it is – it’s just a backroom with a sofa) for “doing coke on my sofa”, as the owner put it. They riled up their posse and started having fights with the people who organized the show, culminating in the schedule being changed, so that they would play earlier than planned, just so they would leave as soon as possible. They didn’t like that at all, and you could hear the shouting from backstage inbetween songs.

In the end, I decided to leave early. I wrote in the whatsapp chat if any of the other girls wanted to head to the train station together, but nobody answered. I waited for an hour, but nobody wanted to leave. Then 1am came, and with that my last chance to take the train. I asked once more, but still nobody wanted to leave. Walking alone in that part of the city, where all of the concert halls and clubs were, on a weekend, was a really bad idea. People got mugged and worse, one of my friends was mugged that summer, so it was just a security measure not to travel alone. I stayed. I went to the bar and ordered my second drink of the evening. Hours had passed since the first drink, and there was no way this one could have made me as drunk as I became.

I remember waiting at the bar for a long time. But that was okay, it was full that evening and I had all the time in the world (the second-to-last band were just finishing up their show, the band of my friend hadn’t even set up their equipment yet, I’d be stuck at the venue for at least another hour). One of the friends of the band from Dortmund was there. He noticed a patch on my jacket, we talked about Blackthrash, he offered to buy me my drink. I tried to decline, telling him truthfully, that I was more interested in girls, but he insisted, saying he didn’t want to buy me a drink because he wanted to get laid, but just because he liked me. It was a nice gesture, I didn’t really believe him, but accepted the drink out of politeness. I saw my acquaintance at the bar pour me the same drink I had had so many times before, there was no way she was responsible for this. She gave the drinks to him, he paid for them, offered me my drink and toasted with me. Then he asked if I wanted to go to the outside part of the venue for a smoke. I said sure. I felt bad that he had just bought me a drink. The whole time I was so fixed on him, I was so sure he had bad intentions, he came with the rowdy band, he was one the ones that had been involved with the small fights earlier, he had the look of a typical bruiser, long ratty hair, 80’s mustache, crusty jeans vest, bruised knuckles, and he seemed to be a lot older than me, that I started being hyperaware of what he did, if he was trying to slip something in my drink or lead me to a lonely corner, that I let my guard down for anything else. He wasn’t the problem. My friend, at whose place I was staying the night was.

My friend saw me talk to the guy from Dortmund, he came over instantly and started talking about how he was about to play, that the crowd was getting so much bigger than before, how awful the previous band had been and that’s why he stayed sober during shows, because he just loves music so much. It was a horrible mess of ego running wild, geared at pushing the other guy’s buttons. He was amiable enough to ignore the jabs and just talk on. Sometime during the conversation I handed my drink to my friend, just to tie my shoe. During that moment, the guy from Dortmund had turned his back to us, to light a cigarette against the wind, and I was tying my shoe. It must have happened then. When I got my drink back from my friend, it didn’t take long. I was ridiculously wasted within a short amount of time. The guy from Dortmund was friendly enough and took care of me, giving me water to drink and keeping an eye on me, but eventually he had to leave with the band from Dortmund (who had been kicked out for punching the owner of the venue), to head home, so he found the only person he knew to look after me, my friend.

My friend was about to play, and he took me backstage, propped me up on the sofa and started groping me, that’s as much as I remember, then my memories fail. But the memory was all hazy, it was difficult to tell if I had just dreamed it, or if it had actually happened. The next time I woke up was after the gig, hours later. The other bandmates had already loaded their equipment into my friend’s car and left with a cab for home, the owner of the place was already announcing his place would close shortly (venues in Germany have to close at 5am). I woke up with a spinning head. My shirt was ripped at the neckline and I had love bites all on my neck and sternum. I felt horrible and didn’t remember the evening as clearly as I do now. I still thought the guy from Dortmund was responsible for this. Especially since my friend was being so caring and friendly with me, and telling me how he had seen that the guy from Dortmund had apparently taken advantage of me in my supposedly drunk state. He told me my friends had gone home when they read my message in the whatsapp chat, leaving me alone with him. I believed him without further thought. He was sober, he was the friend I trusted, the guy from Dortmund was a stranger who had showcased his violent tendencies in the fights before. I went with my friend, never second guessing.

Still drowsy from what I had thought was drink, I fell asleep during the car ride to his place, and I had difficulty walking straight, when we went up to his flat. Instead of leading me to the living room, where the sofas and field beds stood, he led me to his room, claiming to “take care of me”. Then he closed his room door and said “There now, we’re home. No need to be coy”. I didn’t understand what he meant, and tried to ask him about it, but all of my words were slurred and I was ashamed of seeming drunk. He just told me to go to sleep in his bed, that it was fine, that he’d take care of me. Then he joined me on his bed, running his fingers over my face. I told him “no”, but he didn’t stop. I told him “I don’t want this. Stop”, but he pulled my head into a kiss. I tried to shove him off the bed and then he hit me, wrestled himself on top of me and ripped up my shirt completely. I started crying and asked him to please stop, please don’t, please leave me alone. But everything I said made him angrier. He pushed me down, whenever I squirmed he choked me. So I stopped moving. He tugged and ripped my clothes from my body and stuffed my underwear in my mouth. Then he turned me around and tied my hands and neck to his bed. I tried to fight him off, but I couldn’t. I was hazy and exhausted and my body froze up in fear. I had never been beaten before. If I moved, I choked, if I tried to scream, I choked, if I cried too loud for his liking, I choked. And so I just… lay there. And endured it. All the time he grunted about how I had to stop being so coy, how he knew I wanted this, how I had baited him with the guy from Dortmund, how I was his wh*re, how long he had wanted to do this, how he deserved this and so on and so forth.

When it was over he lay down next to me and smiled at me, telling me how good I was in bed, and if I needed aftercare. He pretended that this had just been some bdsm roleplay, but it wasn’t. He let me lie there, tied to to his bedpost, gagged, bruised and naked, unable to move, to talk or to scream, while he berated me on how consensual what he did had just been. But it wasn’t. I knew it wasn’t. He said things like “Oh, you should have told me you’re new to bdsm, this was just roleplay”. But I knew that wasn’t true. And when he finally untied me, I ran and never looked back.

I know I should have gone to the police, but I was 19 and stupid and thought nobody would believe me. I live in a conservative town, and just the month before there had been a big court case, in which there had been video evidence of a woman being raped, and her abusers had framed it as a consensual bdsm scene, and had walked away from court without a sentence. I was sure my situation would turn out the same. And all of his rambling about had gotten to me. I started doubting myself. I started believing that it had actually just been a normal scene for him. And I was so ashamed of myself. I had broken all of the rules I had been taught. Never travel on your own, never leave your drink unattended, fight your assaulter with all the power you can muster. I stopped showing up at the local scene, until I eventually moved away, for fear of meeting him. When I moved town, I finally mustered the courage to go out again. And I want to explicitly say that what happened to me has nothing to do with the music scene involved. I have met so many nice and good-hearted people running shows and metal bars, I don’t want to scare you away from this type of music scene. I just need to tell my story.

It’s been years, but sometimes I wake up in the night, still drowsy from sleep, and for a heartbeat my mind brings me back to that place. I can’t have sex the way I used to, I’m always always reminded of that night. But I never told my partners. I never told my friends. I didn’t even tell my family. That one night is eating away at me, every day of my life. And I needed to get this story off my chest. If there is one thing I can tell you is please, do all of those things you thought was not necessary or overdoing it. Know your alcohol tolerance. Be aware of how many drinks you can drink to reach what stage of drunkenness. As soon as there’s a deviation – tell your trusted(!) friends. Even if you’re sure nobody spiked your drink, it may have just been someone you hadn’t had your attention on. Never travel alone at night, and if you’re in a travelling group, stick to that group, even if you’re told “Oh, they went home early”. Call them. Just to be sure. If my friends would have been in his flat, it wouldn’t have happened. If you don’t know someone well enough and have to spend the night at their place, don’t do it alone. Especially at a distant friend’s place. Meeting someone at parties and being alone with them is vastly different. No matter how safe you feel in the venue you’re going out, even if everybody knows each other and there are whatsapp groups dedicated to women for going home together, don’t get lulled into a false sense of security. Know the people you trust and stick to them. If you’ve wrote to them that you’re going home, but you return to the venue instead, let them know. And lastly, the one I’m the most upset about, that I didn’t do. If you wake up in a venue like mine, there’s going to be staff at the bar, organizers from the concert, security staff at the door, people who sale the tickets, people who clean the toilets, just any staff member. If your memory is hazy, don’t let the people you wake up to tell you what happened. Find someone from the staff, tell them you were drugged and assaulted and that you need to LEAVE. Most staff of nightclubs and concert halls will bring to to a safe staff-only room, call you a cab, and make sure you can leave without your assaulter noticing. If you have no place to go like I did, because the train doesn’t arrive til morning, go to the police. Even if you’ve had bad experiences with them before, go to the police and tell them what happened and that you have no place to go. If you think you’ve been drugged, you can opt to make a test there. Even if you haven’t been drugged, just made drunk, you can find shelter for the night there, or they will sometimes even bring you home, especially if you’re underage. Even if you get in trouble for breaking curfew, or underage drinking, it doesn’t matter. Those are things that will trouble you for about a month. What happened to me will eat away at my soul for the rest of my life. Whatever you do, find help as soon as you notice something is wrong. Don’t wait, don’t let people tell you what you need. Tell the staff, tell the police. Get out of there.

#yesallwomen #submission #personal #personal stories #content warning: violence

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obsessedwithereri-nz · 6 years ago

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Stone Cold Chapter 1 (FULL)

Hey guys! I decided to post the full chapters of my first ever fic on Tumblr because why not! Follow the tag #stonecoldfic to find the rest of the chapters! Enjoy!!

Levi x Eren

Summary: Ever since Levi was a pre-teen, he knew he’d have to marry her, otherwise he’d have to answer to his abusive uncle which never turned out well for Levi’s wellbeing. But after meeting a certain singer at his favorite bar, he knew he was in deep, deep shit.

Warnings: None

SLAM

The polished wooden door slams open. A dark-haired man of short stature bolts from inside the gorgeous ‘American Dream’ home, desperation is written all over his objectively perfect face. A thick layer of pure white snow coats the driveway, almost making him slip and fall as he makes his way to his parked car now also covered with snow.

Reaching into his trousers, he pulls out his keys with shaking hands and attempts to insert the key into the driver door lock.

“For fuck’s sake. Come. On!” the man yells.

“It’s okay, Levi. Calm. Take a deep breath and calm…” The familiar voice sounds inside Levi’s head, but he gasps as if someone were whispering in his ear. He glances around him, however, realizing that, of course, he’s alone.

Levi lowers his grey-blue eyes back down to his still trembling hands. Releasing the furrow of his brow, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. In through the nose, out through the mouth. He looks down once more to find his hands perfectly still.

The corners of his mouth pull upwards ever so slightly, which has become an almost foreign feeling to him once again.

“I’m coming. Please wait for me.”

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Alcohol and good music.

That’s what Levi would answer with if someone asked him what he thought made a good time. Music can make you feel good, and alcohol can make you feel even better, plus if you drink enough of the good shit, it’ll make you forget about all the bullshit going on in your life. But in Levi’s case, he wishes it’d do more.

“Maybe if I just keep drinking, it will all disappear,” Levi says to himself as he sits in his car, parked outside an old fashioned building covered in white paint. The car is his most prized possession, a beautiful black 1966 Chevrolet Impala. He takes one last long drag of his cigarette before stepping out of his car, throwing the butt to the ground and snuffing it out with the heel of his leather dress shoes.

“Tsk… yeah right. But one can only try.”

Just like any other Monday afternoon at exactly 5:45pm, Levi exits his car, locks it, and walks up to the usual bouncer.

“Ackerman! What a surprise.” Not really. “Another rough day at the office?”

“Does today end with ‘day’, Nile?” It’s a good thing for Nile that he knows Levi decently well after all his visits here, otherwise, he’d probably be shitting his pants at the deathly look Levi never ceases to wear. His cold grey eyes, sunken into his sockets, shadowed by dark circles, and his contrasting pale white skin could make even the manliest of men look the other way.

“Ha- always the jokester, aren’t we, Levi?” Nile laughs alone. “Go on in, man. I think you’re going to enjoy yourself tonight. We got a new face for the stage! He’s a goodie.”

Levi not at all subtly rolls his eyes and enters the bar, which goes by the name The Library and is, in reality, more of a lounge that features excellent live music, delicious food and the most unique cocktails around. The booths have extremely comfortable sofas on either side of black and white marble tables. Hanging from the ceiling are human-sized bubbles filled with cushions and a place to put drinks, and a nice small stage over in the corner furthest from the entrance and right by the bar. What’s better is that the good performers take song requests. Which is why Levi is beyond grateful it’s not a jukebox, because humans can say no to the shitty songs.

It’s a place anybody who is of age can go to do almost anything- relax, drink, eat, study, drink, work, play board games, drink, listen to music… you name it. Levi absolutely only goes for the music and booze; all the other bars in town around are filled with loud, smelly drunk assholes who have no respect for the other people around them, and Levi has no tolerance for people like that. Especially after being around said people at his work, minus the drunk part.

Although he does enjoy a strong drink, or five, he doesn’t do it for the social life, or to ‘let loose’ as some say. He drinks to escape and forget his cursed reality, even if it’s only for an hour or two.

He waltzes through the building over to the bar, takes his usual cushioned stool seat, removes his sleek suit jacket and lets out a sigh when he sees the bartender flirting it up with another customer down the other side.

“Oi, shitty glasses!” Levi projects down the bar, giving them a very unimpressed look. “You gonna do your job and get me a drink or not?”

“Leeeeeviiiiii!!” the bartender screeches like banshee, seemingly forgetting they were just talking to someone not five feet from them.

Levi winces at the awful sound then proceeds to grunt in annoyance when he sees them vaulting over the bar and racing over towards him with their typical ginormous smile that even the Joker would be terrified of. And, before he knows it, he can’t breathe. Shitty Glasses may not look physically strong from the outside, but fucking hell they would break Levi’s back if they hugged him even 0.1% harder.

“Get your fucking paws off me, crazy hag!” Levi groans with all of his might, and shoves them away. They stumble back a few feet, glasses falling down the bridge of their nose, and stare at him.

“Tsk”, Levi says with the tiniest of smirks that only people closest to him would recognize as a smirk, “how you doing, Hanji?”

“You always do know how to keep me on my toes, Levi,” Hanji exclaims as they vaults back over the bar flawlessly after playfully winking toward him. “Well, I am doing much better now that your booty is in that bar seat. Now, what can I get ya?”

“Jameson on the rocks.”

“Oh, going straight for the good stuff, huh?”

“Trust me. If I have to keep going home to all of that bullshit, I need that liquid gold in my system. And a lot of it.”

After hearing the melancholy tone in Levi’s voice, Hanji gives him a sad yet comforting smile then grabs the bottle of Jameson Irish Whiskey off the shelf, grabs a glass for each of them and begins to pour.

“Alright tough guy. What happened?” Hanji demands.

“Huh? What makes you think that anything ‘happened’?”

“Do you want them in alphabetical or chronological order?” Hanji giggles. “Well, for starters, you always start off with the strong stuff when you’ve had a particularly shit day. Was it the parents?”

Levi is shocked at how their first guess is spot on. Although, it wasn’t his parents either of them were thinking of or referring to.

Levi works for his girlfriend’s family in their furniture business, but it’s no ordinary furniture business. This shit is all handmade with the finest materials one can buy and majoritively custom orders from very “important” people with very “high net worths”.

Does Levi give a fuck about furniture? No. Does he give a shit about the difference between an Ottoman and a Hassock? Fuck no. Does he give a rats fucking ass about all these very important people? Absolutely fucking not! The only thing Levi does care about is getting through the day without punching somebody’s lights out or getting alcohol poisoning that night.

Sometimes he wishes he could purposely mess up these people’s orders just to make sure they don’t come back and buy from them again. But then he would have to deal with his soon to be parents-in-law getting on his ass even more than they already are. And as of this day, he has not made an overly noticeable mistake in years, yet they still find something to pick at as if they don’t have a fucking company to be running.

“Do I really need to answer that?” Levi answers as he buries himself in his glass.

“Oh, hun, I really don’t understand why you don’t just up and quit already. You’re obviously miserable there.”

“You know I can’t do that, Hanji.” He puts down his now empty glass and stares at the freshly cleaned bar top.

“Actually, I don’t know. You’re not exactly one to share details, Levi. Not that I mind, of course, like yes I’d like to know what’s making you so upset all the time but I’m not going to pry.”

Levi finally looks at Hanji again and raises his eyebrow while keeping his stoic expression plastered to his face.

“What? I know my boundaries,” they say, lifting their hands up off the bar to either side of their head.

“Not when it comes to personal space you don’t,” Levi mutters as he returns to look at his empty glass. Hanji sighs, grabs the whiskey bottle again and fills Levi’s glass with more.

“Hey now, everybody needs a hug every now and again. Anyway, you know little ol’ me is here to listen if you need, and I’m not gonna blab. Hell, I don’t know who I’d blab to!”

“Look, it-!” Levi slams his hands on the bar, startling Hanji and other bar-goers around him. Quickly realizing his sudden outburst, he looks around and sits back down in his seat and buries his face in his skinny hands. “I’m sorry, I just… I can’t, okay. That’s all you need to know.”

“Alright, I’ll back off. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pushed. I’ll be right back.”

He lowers his hands to reveal his furrowed brows, and all they do is wink and walk away from behind the bar and behind the curtains by the stage. Levi rolls his eyes, downs his already filled glass and begins to eye the whiskey bottle Hanji left out in arms reach, considering pouring himself another glass. Yes, this would be his third glass and probably not his last, but he does need to drive home. Sure, he could get a cab, God knows he can afford it, but there’s no way in hell he’s leaving his baby out for drunkards or teenagers to vandalize or steal. Although, this wouldn’t be the first time he’s driven home drunk before. He knows it’s wrong, he knows he could get somebody seriously hurt or worse, but all his cares and worries in the world fade away when that first drop of amber liquid makes contact with his taste buds.

As if out of nowhere, a loud screeching noise sounds from the stage, snapping Levi out of his alcohol-induced daze to see Hanji standing right beside him, blocking his view of the stage.

“What the fuck? You letting some amateur on the stage tonight or something?” Levi says with a big scowl on his face, irritated that his quiet place was disrupted by something louder and more annoying than Hanji’s voice.

“Don’t worry, you’re gonna like this one.” They send him yet another wink and walk out of his line of sight, revealing some snot-nosed kid standing on stage.

However, that not particularly nice thought vanished from existence as soon the ‘kid’ looked out into the crowd. Then all Levi could think and say was:

“Wow.”

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val-bananatine · 5 years ago

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The mermaid & the pirate girl

Part 1

Characters used

Title: The mermaid & the pirate girl

Pairing: ???

Genre: Hurt, Friendship, violence (for part 2 only), drama

Rating: T

Overall word count: 3,711

Chapter word count: 1,613

Disclaimer: The characters in this story are my own, a huge thank you to the app “Dreamgirlfriend” though for letting me create them in there.

Violin jumped off the railing of the huge pirate ship and landed feet first on the warm sand. A handful of pirates followed her with happy and loud shouts.

“Let’s explore this island!”

“AYE!”

She could only shake her head and giggle quietly at the enthusiasm, but she couldn’t deny that she was quite curious herself. But not for a possible treasure like her crew members.

Her lacking excitement for treasures or fighting was one of the things that distinguished her from her crew and all the other pirate crews. But to her surprise no one was too suspicious of her, or to her crew “him”. Then again the males were almost constantly drunk, so no wonder that they didn’t question her yet.

‘I should rather be surprised of how the drunkards did not sink our ship yet, instead of how they could not tell that I am a woman-’

“Aye Vio! Earth to Vio! Did ya not hear the captain? Ya should explore the west coast, everyone else left already!”

Violin blinked confused before realizing that one of her crew members interrupted her train of thoughts. Embarrassed at not paying attention, she quickly nodded her head and stuttered an “A-aye yes. West coast” before hurrying into the said direction.

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The pirate girl was walking for one, two hours at most, not paying any attention to her surroundings. And so she winced when she heard a panicked scream and quickly turned her head to the source of it.

There, in the shallow sea water at the coast, sat a purple haired mermaid with eyes wide in shock and fear.

Violins eyes grew wide as well; it’s been decades since she last saw a mermaid and that was at a gathering in her witches world: “A- a mermaid?!”

It took Violin a lot of strength to not squeak in happiness, she couldn’t show the mermaid that she was a girl in case one of her members was close.

But the mermaid only panicked more at Violins reaction, thinking that the pirate sees her as a treasure and will capture her.

“Pl-please! Stay away! Please don’t hurt me!” She tried to flee from Violin, but the quick movement made her wince and tear up.

That was when Violin noticed the small pool of blood under the mermaids fin. She gasped and attempted to hurry towards her, but quickly stopped and raised her hands to calm the anxious mermaid down, who begged her over and over to not hurt her.

“N-no you understand it wrong! I do not plan on hurting you! I Promise! But you are hurt and I just want to help you,” Violin tried her best to talk in a soft voice but it was hard to hide her panic. She succeeded in calming the mermaid at least a tiny bit, because she stopped whimpering and slowly nodded, her silent consent to letting Violin treat her wound.

Letting out a sigh of relief, the witch hurried to the mermaid and sat in front of her. Of course the other woman was still suspicious and watched every move of Violin with concern. Violin noticed the concern and showed the woman a soft smile: “I promise I will not hurt you. My name is Vio-”

She coughed a bit to hide that she almost spilled her real name before continuing: “Vio in case knowing it calms you,” before taking a closer look at the bleeding wound, “It seems that you have gotten an enormous cut, yes? I will have to clean it before bandaging it”

The mermaid nodded slowly again and patiently waited for Violin to finish talking before mumbling quietly “Yes… I didn’t see the ship wreck where I cut my fin at.. well I didn’t pay attention even though this is an unfamiliar environment.”

Violin nodded slowly at the explanation, not asking for her name since she guessed the mermaid didn’t trust her enough to tell her, while getting a small bottle out. She smiled a bit more at the mermaids confused face and explained: “This here in the bottle is clean water. I have figured out a way to filter out all the salt and dirt to use this for cleaning wounds.”

“I see.. But I basically live in water. It doesn’t matter whether we use your precious water or the sea water.”

“No, it does matter. Because wounds do not act differently depending on where you live. They still can get infected.”

The mermaid raised her eyebrow at the further explanation and made Violin panic for a second with her response “This knowledge is unusual for a human… you’re not a pirate, aren’t you?”

“I-”

The witch knew that she had to find a fast answer to not lose the tiny bit of trust. But she also couldn’t risk revealing herself as a witch or a woman, not if there’s a chance of one of her crew members hearing it. So she took a deep breath and showed the mermaid a warm smile: “Oh no I am a pirate. I’m here with my crew- but I managed to get a lot of medical knowledge before I joined them.”

The mermaid was quiet for a few seconds and Violin started to worry, but it quickly cooled down when the woman smiled a bit back “That makes sense. I’m sorry for assuming otherwise… but could you please hurry a bit with helping me…?”

Violin gasped and nodded quickly, a bit shocked that she forgot about the wound. And so she tore a bit clothes of her sleeve to drain it in the clean water and to carefully clean her wound, always giving the mermaid an apologetic smile every time she winced.

“Here, now it is cleaned and I only have to bandage it. But I have to ask you to stay here on the surface for a few days so that the cut can start closing. I hope it does not bother you, uh…?” Violin looked at the mermaid when she realized that she can’t address her by her name and hoped that she would tell her while tearing her other sleeve to bandage the fin.

The mermaid silently watched her, of course thinking about telling ‘Vio’ her name. But she waited until she was all bandaged up to quietly thank her savior and mumble “Thank you… a-and my name is Selene..”

“Selene? It is a pleasure to meet you,” Violin smiled so softly that Selene couldn’t help but to smile back. “From what I heard of, we will be staying here for a week. So I will check up on you later-”

She was interrupted when she heard her crew members yelling her name, obviously searching for her. So the witch quickly stood up and turned around one last time to the mermaid “I did not notice how past the time flew by… so see you tomorrow, Miss Selene. And please try getting some rest,” before running over to the direction of the voices, running faster than usual to make sure that her crew members don’t come any closer to see Selene.

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During the week long stay of the pirate crew, Violin visited Selene every day and the women grew a bit closer to each other. On the last day the witch sneaked out at night to walk to the west coast, earning a surprised look from the mermaid when she spotted her.

“Taking a walk this late? How comes you’re visiting me at such a late hour?”

Violin shrugged her shoulders and let out a soft chuckle “I am not a fan of the smell of rum or the noisy shouts when my crew celebrates. And they celebrate every evening before leaving an island”

That answer made Selene start laughing and shaking her head “A pirate man that doesn’t like rum? Now THAT is too hilarious to be true!”

“Well… about that-” The witch blushed lightly and laughed embarrassed “I can be sure that none of my crew mates is close so I can tell you.. I am a woman actually. A woman called Violin.”

“Ehhh?” Selenes jaw dropped and she was astonished for a few seconds, before laughing again “Okay I could have guessed that. It surely explains why you were so tender and soft with treating my wound.”

Violin let out a sigh of relief and smiled happily at her “I hope that we still count as friends after that revelation?”

“You can bet on that, I understand why you couldn’t tell me before. But on a side note-” Selene looked at Violin and waited, but seeing that Violin was listening and curious for what she had to say, she decided to continue: “You said that today is your last day here?”

“Yes it is-”

“Where will you be heading? Do you perhaps know what course you take?”

“Uhm… we plan on heading south. But why are you so curious, Selene?”

“Because I plan on following you guys! You’re a great friend Vio, eh Violin, and I really want to chat more with you!” The mermaid laughed happily and spoke as if it was more than clear and reasonable.

Violin pouted a bit and looked very concerned “I think that it could be rather dangerous for you.. Of course I would love to see you more often, but what if one of my crew members sees you?”

“Trust me I’ll be alright. I’ll follow you from under the surface and will find a good hiding spot at each island. You just have to promise me to always update me on when you’ll leave” Selene smiled brightly at her and held her hand out for a handshake “Pleeeaase?”

~To be continued~

#own story #own character #own characters #mermaid #pirate #fanfiction #fanfic #yuri

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fii-nixx · 3 years ago

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Where the Oceans Meet.

Chapter 1: Where once there was peace

All good stories start with "Once upon a Time'', but not this one. It starts with war. It begins with a lost queen, bound and gagged for all her people to see. A queen, who's true binds were not of the ropes that bound her, nor the nets that held her, but of the life she was to bear. A life that was to be born of love, and happiness that was not to be found within the ocean's tides. This babe of two bloods was to be a bringer of peace and hope to the people, and yet, while not even of this life, they were shunned. For you see the lover of this strong minded queen, was but a simple sailor. Intelligent as he may have been, he held true to the stories and myths of the seas. He had believed himself bewitched by a siren's power, and as such did not believe the babe to be one of innocence, but of evil. Much like the Amazons of Ancient Greece, these so-called sirens were believed to lure men to their deaths, but not before becoming impregnated first. It was this tale that fueled the rage of the sailor, and such a rage it was. Not even the great storms of the seas could match his anger and sorrow at his assumed betrayal. So the great queen was cast aside, still with child, from the man of whom she loved dearly. With this act, her people grew ever more enraged. First this man took their queen, made her with child, then cast her aside without a second thought to her nature. For you see, dear readers, sirens shall only love once in their immortal lives, and gain but one child from it. From this birth, the mother gives her remaining life span to her child, allowing them to live on but the mother to perish. This is where my story begins, with love, and heartbreak.

When my mother was pregnant, I could hear her. The warm whispers of love and affection. The words, filled with the promise of a better world. A world so unlike her own, that she was willing to chance death to stay with my sire so that I would know the world I would belong to. A sire that, as soon as she was caught in a rain storm and shifted, bound her to burn. A not so elegant torture, that should have killed me as well. I felt every minute of the sun’s hot caress against my mothers body. I heard her agonizing screams as she begged him to let her live, to allow her child to live in her stead. I was present for every excruciating moment of her torture and when it was over, I was present for his tears as he cursed my very existance as he realized that my mother gave her last bits of strength and energy to force me into reality. She made me grow up too fast, gave me her knowledge of the world so I would not be as blind as she, to the horror of men and humanity, with their penchant for brutality when faced with the unknown. She made it so that I wouldn’t have to live through the struggle of learning how to be human nor the pain of growing as a siren. Worst of all, her last gift was the love of an inextinguishable heart. The ability to love a species who hate my very being. He, however, gave me two gifts. He allowed me to live, but not after giving me a scar across my cheek. One that would forever mark me as his spawn, should he ever decide to finish me off, or send someone to do the job. My first day of life was one of pain and loathing, but the rest hasn’t been much better.

YEARS LATER

The sun streamed in through the window as I stretched out. The pile of rags that has served as my bed for the past few months, a crumpled mess beneath me. “Another day, another dollar,” I thought gingerly to myself as I slowly woke up. Once again, I’ve dreamt of that day. It’s been happening more often now that I’m older. “I’m almost as old as she was, before she met my sire.” Running my hand through my hair, I rose from the floor to get ready for the day. Not really needing to get dressed, I brushed through my dark locks, wincing every time my fingers caught in a knot. “It’s almost time to move on,” I spoke to no one in particular. I’ve gotten into the habit of talking to myself out loud, for no other reason than to remember how to speak. I tend to keep away from most humans, if I can help it. Earning bits of coin here and there for food and the occasional nights rest in a real bed. Anything else I need, I make for myself. It’s a lonely life, but it’s better than the alternative. That is the one good thing that came from my mother’s death, she gave me her entire collective knowledge. Not just everything that she had learned on her own through her hundreds of years of life, but also that of my grandmother, and her before that and so on. I had millenia of knowledge lodged into my brain from birth. I have never really had to learn how to do anything on my own, beyond how to hunt on land. My ancestors never had a reason to venture this far inland, thus never had to learn to hunt land creatures. Which I guess is fair, considering how my ancestors all died. Well, for the most part. For my species half breeds are rare. Rarer even than the males. The last time I was among my own kind, I was practically chased out the ocean and even halfway up the shore. I shook myself out of my own thoughts of the water, hoping that I will come across a lake today, if not for food then at least I can have a proper bath. Packing up what little I have into the leather bag my sire had given my mother, I took one last look at where I had been sleeping. Heading out the door, I made my way to the main house to say my farewells to the owner of the barn I stayed in.

“Mr. Hayworth? It’s Illia, I have to be on my way now sir.” I called out knocking on the door. It isn’t too early in the morning so he should’ve been up by now. “Mr. Hayworth?” I opened the door, walking in slowly just in case he was taking his time walking to the door to delay my departure. He has told me of his times, being harassed in town for harboring a halfbreed siren. Of the hardened sailors that have long since retired inland, warning him of the obvious “spell” I had placed on him for him to even consider taking me in. When in reality, he needed an extra pair of hands, since his stable boy had injured himself working with one of the more ornery stallions. Even being from the sea, I could handle those work horses better than that poor excuse of a man. So in return for a place to sleep, and some extra coin, I helped him with whatever he needed around his farm. However, I had been noticing that he had been harassed more than the usual drunkard, giving him a warning. A hunter had been seen in town. The kind that would love to hang me by my gills, and use the gold to defile my being. A king’s hunter by the looks of it. I continued up the stairs to where I know Mr. Hayworth’s room is. The living rooms are absolutely trashed, as if someone was looking for something. The stairs are no better, with the banister broken in so many places I was surprised it was even still intact. At the top of the stairs was the sickening smell of copper. The one smell I could never forget for the rest of my days. Fearing the worst, I didn’t even finish my trek into his rooms. I don’t want to be caught with a body on my hands, again. I turned to go back down the stairs, when I heard it. A slight groan caught my attention as I froze in place. “Mr. Hayworth? Groan once if you’re still alive, twice if someone is in there with you.” One groan, followed by two. Of course he can’t follow directions. I got ready to have to defend not just myself but to keep my host from further damage. My nails started to elongate as I opened the door slowly, nerves on high alert. The last thing I expected was to be face to face with the hunter, hovering over the stilling body of Mr. Hayworth. “What are you doing here Hunter?”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to, Beast.” I didn’t much care for the tone in his voice, but it wasn’t quite aimed at me. “Watch your tone with me, murderer,” I snarled back. His head snapped to me, and in that moment three things happened. One, I noticed his eyes. The startling emerald green abyss that stared back at me. These were the eyes of magic, of the woods, of earth. Two, this mysterious Hunter with those enrapturing eyes, is an Elf, tall and fair. His long platinum hair tied back in braids away from his face, his pointed ears on display. I should have known those backstabbing immortals would be in league with the Kingsmen. And three, Mr. Hayworth was, to put plainly, not as human as I thought. With the new distraction to the hunter, he tried to slip out of the room behind me, and he would have succeeded too, if his hooves didn't make so much noise. We both looked towards him, and it makes sense now why He took to me after all. Mr. Hayworth is a Satyr. Furry pants and all, it’s almost comical, if he wasn’t the reason I was staring down the proverbial gun barrel to save his ass. “Don’t take another hooved step, Faun. Or your favorite is going to have a lot of blood to clear up, not to mention a murder the townsmen are all to happy to pin on her.” I froze faster than he did at the statement, the hunter not even bothering to look at Mr. Hayworth. “You wouldn’t dare pin this on me. I haven’t done anything wrong since I stepped foot into this town. In fact, I am supposed to be on my way out as we speak. I was just wanting to say my goodbyes to this one here before I headed on my way.” I laid a glare into both of them. At this point Hayworth has noticed my nails, and scrambles back for protection behind the Hunter. “I knew one day that some Nymph was going to get their revenge on me. Is this how you do it halfblood? Is this how you mean to end the one who fed you?” Hayworth practically screamed at me. The accusations flew one after the other, and I just stood there and took it. It’s not the worst I’ve experienced and it won’t be the last. “You know what,” I wheeled on Hayworth. He stumbled back, tripping over himself. “You can have him Monster,” I said pointing at the Hunter malice in my voice as I then walked away. Back down the stairs, through the door, and into the garden. There, I waited. I waited for the screams that always come when a hunter finds a monster. I waited for the sounds of violence that should have come, but all I heard was silence. Until, finally. The screams were horrific, as he begged for his life. I could only imagine what he did to get this kind of treatment from the Hunters. Usually, it’s a quick death for those that earn it. The more heinous the crime, the worse the punishment is before they are granted death. I sat in the garden contemplating what he could have done, when the Hunter exited the house.

“What is your name half breed?” He asked as nonchalantly as if he was asking the weather. “Illia. Am I granted the same from you, or shall I keep referring to you as Murderer?”

“Thendril, only because you asked so nicely.” The snark radiated off of him more so than the stench of blood. “Can I help you with something? Or am I free to go?” I threw back at him, wanting nothing more than to just be on my way. “Well since you asked, there is something I need you for.” A pit grew in my stomach. This cannot end well. I thought to myself.

“I need you to come with me.” And there it was. The moment I knew would come in time. “And why is that Thendril?” His name rolled off my tongue, cruelly, as if poisoned. “You are who I came to retrieve. My prey.” His eyes stared me down, as if to make sure that he could catch me if I ran. “And should I refuse?” My eyes met his in an act of defiance, never backing down from the threat he so clearly posed to me. “Then, I won’t make it a request,” Thendril shot back. He gave me a smug grin as if to make my situation better. “Why do you need me? There’s nothing I’ve done that warrants you being contracted to find me.” The pit grew larger as he circled me, close enough to reach out should I decide to run. “You’re right. You haven’t done anything wrong as far as I am concerned. However, it has been said that I need you. This man was willing to pay his weight in gold to have you brought to him alive and well. That faun was just a bonus. I’d been looking for him for a long time before I stumbled onto you.”

With every word, he stepped closer until he walked around to face me. The fear must have been evident, with the way I unconsciously touched the scar across my cheekbone. “Are you contracted to a sailor named Gareth? If so, I will not go quietly.” The words seeped through my teeth as my jaw clenched, ready to fight my way out of this. Ready to do anything it took to keep myself out of his reach. Thendril reached out and grabbed my hands. Slowly, as if not to startle me out of wherever my mind was at the moment. At his touch, my muscles tensed further before finally relaxing under the warmth and feel of his gloves. I looked deep into his eyes, the astonished pain that was held there. “The man who hired me was no sailor, and definitely not named Gareth. No, I’m on a more political mission. My father is looking for a halfbreed Siren that was sired and betrayed. It’s a local myth in my city, that they will bring about the destruction of our people or save it. I was unsure about the truth in this story, as no one had ever heard of a Siren who was sired by a human. Not many of those around anymore.” He let my hands go to drop by my side, watching every emotion that flashed across my face. “However, judging by the pain in your eyes, and the fear in your voice, the man who sired you deserves worse than the Faun.” A brief flash of anger shone across his face as he spit out that sentence, as if the very thought of the man’s existence disgusted him. “Well, lucky for him, he died many years ago.” The question hung on his face said more than any word he could have uttered. “Gareth is his descendant. The sons of his line always hear my story and decide they can take me down. They think that they can avenge his watery death with my life. Which is hilarious if you take more than two seconds to think about it.” I laughed at the absurdity of it. “Why would one find that in any way funny?” His face, torn between shock and fear. “Because it simply wasn’t my fault. My mother was a queen. You really think her death wouldn’t have been catastrophic in pushing me into reality? Her powers imploded onto his ship trapping his men and otherwise cursing him for his foolishness. He later went on to have children with another woman and never returned to the sea.” I sighed, looking up at the sky, not wanting to make any more eye contact than necessary. “But you said he died a watery death?” His head tilted like a puppy’s. “AH, yes. He drowned in a river when the net he cast caught his foot and then hung him just under the water. It was an excruciating death, almost the same he gave my mother. I just happened to be in the area so his death was pinned on me.” The silence that followed was suffocating. It was then that I faced Thendril. “Now, why do you need me?”

#siren #too much touching #touch starved protag #Thendril-Elf #Illia-halfbreed Siren Protag #wattpad #took the plunged and posted it

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a-starr-ion · 7 years ago

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Broken Hearts

Pairing - King George x Reader x John Laurens

Request - “hola! I was wondering if you could do a King George x reader x another character? Like John Laurens, or even Alexander? like the reader is engaged to John (or Alex), and George is in love with reader? if it's too much I apologize ^_^ ” from @dracomalfoyismyboo-blog :3

Summary - He’s in love with her, but she’s engaged to another. George and her meet up unexpectedly in a bar where she and John went to. George and her begin to catch up after lots of years of not meeting, but George lost it. He lost it when he saw that ring on her finger. Will it go wrong in horrible ways, or will they make up??

“Really, drinking again?” (y/n) laughed, following John into the bar where everyone (the Hamilsquad, obviously) was in.

“Yeah, it’s fine!” John chuckled, glancing at her. “I won’t get out of hand!”

“You better! Who else is here?”

“The Schuyler sisters.”

“AWESOME. I’m drinking too!”

“That’s my girl!!”

The couple laughed and went in, looking around for their group of friends. In a booth, they saw them, laughing, chatting and drinking. Alexander chugging down a bottle of beer as he stood on their table, Lafayette, Peggy and Hercules cheering for him, Angelica simply sitting down next to Elizabeth as they giggled and drank their cocktails, watching this unfurl. Once Alex finished he slammed the beer bottle on the table and yelled, “FREEDOM!!!”

“I see that they’re already getting into it.” (y/n) giggled softly. “Wow.”

“I regret this, let’s go home, please, (y/n), let’s—” John gulped, grabbing her hand and he turned around.

“LAURENS~!!!” Alex yelled, hopping off the table and ran towards the two. “Where you goin’, you just made it here!”

“Oh, sweet Lord.” John muttered before turning to face him. “Alex!! Hey!! W-We didn’t see you, and we thought we were in the wrong place!!”

“Well, you’re not~!” Alex slurred, pulling John a bit close.

“A-Alex…?!”

“God, I’m so fucking gay for you, Laurens…”

(y/n)’s jaw dropped and yet she laughed.

“It’s not funny, (y/n)!” John scoffed, trying to push Alex away.

“Okay, I’m sorry!!” (y/n) laughed into her hands.

“Okay, that’s enough, drunkard.” Lafayette came running to them and pulled Alex away. “What took you two too long, mon Dieu!”

“We got lost.” (y/n) giggled, watching John fix his clothes and trying to punch Alex like a child.

“Ah, I see.” Lafayette nodded, pulling Alex away even further (“John, no.”). “Anyways, come, come! Everyone’s there already!”

“Okay, thanks!” (y/n) giggled, pulling John away.

“Gay for me, my ass…” John huffed, pouting like a child.

“Well, he is drunk.”

“Whether he’s drunk or not, that… That was too much. Too much.”

“Aw, you look so cute!”

“Stop it, it’s making my blush worse, I know it!!”

“Okay, okay.”

They were greeted by the squad once they made it to their table; Hercules and Angelica waving, Elizabeth kissing them on their cheeks, and Peggy tackling them in hugs and peppering them with kisses.

“Come on, I’ll get you some drinks!” Peggy offered with a grin. “Whatcha want?”

“I’m fine with just a glass of coke.” (y/n) replied shyly.

“And, let me guess, two pints of Sam Adams?” Peggy teasingly said, turning to John.

“But I’m working on three.” John winked with a childish giggle. “But yeah, Sam Adams. Just one, this time, though.”

“Gotcha~!” Peggy giggled, walking off, her short yellow dress hugging her body perfectly.

“So~!” Elizabeth giggled, sipping her margarita. “Engaged, huh~?”

“Oh come on, Eliza, you already know about it!” (y/n) giggled, poking her cheek. “Stop teasing!”

“I can’t help it, the thought of you two being engaged is so cute~!!”

“Still!! Whether it’s cute or not, stop it!”

They giggled softly and glanced at a blushing John. He was blushing a shade deeper than before.

“Still can’t get over Alex’s teases, huh?” Lafayette chuckled softly. “Don’t worry, he’s just drunk he doesn’t know what he’s saying.”

“I’ll kick Jefferson’s ass!! After I fuck that nice piece of ass, God…” Alex slurred, shaking Lafayette. “Should I…?”

“Playboy.” Lafayette scoffed in reply, flicking his nose. “I don’t think you should.”

“I’m over that, it’s just what Eliza said.” John huffed, pouting again.

“Aw~! (y/n) got engaged to a cutie! A cute little cinnamon roll~!” Eliza laughed, pinching his cheeks. “Just wait until it’s official~! It’ll be better, I swear. Maybe even in a naughty way.”

“Eliza!!” The coupled groaned in unison, blushing deeply, The lovable dorks.

She laughed and nodded, sipping her margarita again. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop.”

The group of friends continued chatting, laughing (whether it’s about whatever the hell comes out of Alex’s mouth or not), drinking and just plain old having fun.

(y/n) glanced around as everyone else chatted, the loud blasting music drowning out their voices, the blinding neon lights around making it hard to see. Even if such things let (y/n) have a hard time to hear and see, she spotted someone in a suit by the bar, someone who looked familiar, even if she was rather far from them.

Curious as to who it was, she stood up and said, “I’ll be right back.”

John turned to her instantly and took her hand. “Wh-What’s wrong? We can leave if you want.”

“No, it’s fine!” (y/n) giggled, kissing his hand. “I’m just going to get a drink at the bar.”

“Oh, okay.” John smiled sheepishly with a nod. “Go ahead.”

(y/n) giggled and nodded as well before she left and walked to the bar. She went straight to the suited man she spotted and tried to take a look at his face. Once she did, she gasped and her eyes went wide. She didn’t believe herself and her thoughts, so she sat next to the man and asked for a virgin mojito from the bartender, just to look normal. As she sat, she took a glanced at the man again, and her jaw dropped. It was him.

“George??” She gasped, poking him on his shoulder. “Is that you?”

The man turned to her, and their eyes went wide and their jaw dropped as well. “(y-y/n)…?”

“Oh my God.” (y/n) laughed, embracing him. “OH MY GOD!! It is you!!”

“Bloody hell!” George laughed, embracing her back. “I’ve missed you so much!!”

The two squealed like children and laughed as they embraced one another tightly. George dug his head into her shoulder and tried not to cry in happiness, whilst (y/n) just let her tears flow.

“How have you been?” (y/n) laughed weakly, wiping away her tears. “I haven’t seen you in years! When was the last time we saw one another??”

“That would be when I left for England with my family, which was when we were… Both in 6th grade…” George replied, chuckling lightly. “That was years ago. I’m surprised you still remember me!”

“Of course I remember you! Why would I forget the first person I fell in love with?”

(y/n) gasped and blushed softly at what she said, covering her mouth. “Oh God.”

George blushed the same shade of pink and chuckled softly. “It’s okay. I also fell in love with you too. But times change, you obviously don’t love me anymore.”

He glanced at her hands and took notice of her engagement ring. His eyes widened slightly and his mouth opened a bit in surprise. His heart sank in a snap, hell, maybe it even broke into shards.

“Y-You’re… Married…?” He breathed out. “W-Wow…! Time does pass by…!”

“O-Oh!” (y/n) giggled, looking at her ring. “Not yet! I’m still engaged. He proposed to me a few weeks ago. I can’t believe it.”

She giggled and covered her blush on her face. “Sorry, he’s just so sweet!”

George faked a smile and chuckled lightly. “Who-Who’s the lucky man, darling?”

“John Laurens himself.” She pointed at her fiancé.

“Laurens…? Wow…!”

“No violent reaction whatsoever…?”

“N-No, of course not! I’m proud of you! Congratulations!”

He laughed and embraced her, nuzzling her gently. (y/n) giggled and embraced him too, nuzzling him as well. As they embraced, George’s grasp loosened and soon he let go, a look of disappointment on his face.

“G-George…?” (y/n) asked, noticing the sudden change of emotion. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I-I just remembered something!” He chuckled nervously. “It’s just… I-I’m a busy person, I forgot I had paperwork to do…! Aha, yes, finally, I remembered!!”

He grabbed his phone as an excuse and chuckled nervously again. “H-Hey, do you have a cellphone number?”

“Y-Yeah, I do, here.” (y/n) replied, grabbing her phone as well looking for her number, lending it to him.

“Here’s mine too…!”

After a few tapping of numbers and such, they gave each other’s phones back. George faked a smile and shoved it back in his pocket. (y/n) smiled a bit too, confused on why he was acting so strange so suddenly.

“I’ll go now.” George coughed into his hands, standing up and fixing his suit. “I-I’ll talk to you soon. Bye.”

He brushed past her and walked out of the bar at a rather quick pace. Strange too. Other than his quick pace, it was his acting. Usually, he’d bid goodbye in some sort of childish way: “I’ll see you soon, love!” or “I’ll be going now!” or even “Ciao, darling~!” But this was unusual. He’d only say goodbye in such a way if he were… Hurt or angry. Or was he both?

(y/n) stared at her phone and glanced at the direction where he went. She honestly didn’t know what happened. Did she say something? Did she do something? Is he just drunk? Does he want to vomit, so he ran? Or is he really busy? She sighed heavily and drank her mojito before she walked back to her friends.

“(y/n), you look rather down, what happened?” John asked, taking her hand once she came back. “Are you tired?”

“N-No, I’m fine.” She smiled gently at him, sitting next to him. “I just… Saw someone I know, but they left early.”

“Oh…” He nodded, smiling at her. “It’s okay, you’ll get the chance to talk to them again!”

“Hopefully.”

“You will~!! Now here, got you more coke.”

“Thanks, John.” She pecked him on his cheek.

He giggled quietly and did the same.

They stayed there for the rest of the night, but at 1 AM, everyone went their ways (Lafayette and Hercules bringing Alex home, the sisters going home together, and the couple going back home together too). But as (y/n) and John walked home, her thoughts flooded her head. Dear god, she wanted to talk to George again.

“Answer me, please…!” (y/n) muttered beneath her breath, laying across the couch. “George…!”

“Washington?” John asked from the kitchen.

“Frederick.”

“The… King?”

“Yes, the King.”

“Yikes…”

“Hey, he’s a really nice guy!!”

“I didn’t say anything!”

(y/n) giggled and waited for the man to reply. Once he did, she almost shot off the couch in surprise and excitement.

“Hello…?” George yawned on the other line. “Who’s this…?”

“Georgie! Hey, it’s me, (y/n)! How you doing?”

“Oh, (y/n) darling! F-Fine, thank you!”

“Just a little hungover from all those drinks? You left so early. Did you vomit?”

“O-Oh, n-no. I-I mean yes, yes, I did. Yes, I did vomit. I so did. I vomited a l-lot! I’m fine though. How are you, love…?”

“Fine, thanks! You made it home safely, right? I mean, did you faint, or…?”

“I had a driver drive me home. I’m fine, love, stop worrying.”

George placed his legs atop his desk in his office, his secretary by the door. He rose a hand to signal for them to wait, and he chuckled softly. He loved the fact that (y/n) was asking him if he was alright, and he smiled softly at her words and laughs. But the fact that she was engaged to someone already, to someone he doesn’t like too! But he still loved her, even If he knows he’s too late.

“Darling, I’m fine, I promise.” He chuckled softly. “Now, go do your things with John. I’m fine.”

“Wait, I called because I wanted to meet up with you! Y’know, catch up and all? It’s been years, we’ve missed a lot in each other’s lives.”

“Oh, yes, of course. Just one second though.”

“Oi, do I have anything to do today?” He asked his secretary.

“A meeting with Alexander Hamilton at 3 PM, sir.” They replied.

“Cancel that, he’s probably drunk anyway, that short-tempered shorty. But there’s nothing else?”

“N-No sir, there’s nothing else.”

“Good, now just stay there and wait for a while.”

He got back on the phone and said, “I have one entire day available, and that would be today, so, do you want to meet up?”

“Sure, why not?” (y/n) giggled, buzzing with excitement. “What time?”

“Whenever you’re available.”

“Is now okay~?”

“Okay, now it is then! Meet me at that one place where we met.”

“One… Place?”

“You know what place I’m talking about, love. Ciao~!”

“GEORGE.”

(y/n) groaned and tossed her phone onto the carpeted floor. “Bastard left me with a riddle.” She huffed with a pout. But she smiled slightly and giggled. “Idiot.”

“John, I’ll be going out today! I’m meeting up with George!” She called out. “Is it okay?”

“Sure, I don’t see what’s so wrong about going out.” John replied. “But I’ll just believe you’re talking about Washington.”

“Oh, John.” (y/n) giggled, getting off the couch and walked to him, kissing him on his cheek. “I’ll get ready then I’ll go.”

“Then go!”

“Alrighty~!”

“One place where we met…” (y/n) muttered to herself, walking down the road. “Goddamn, there’s so many places in the world, he could’ve just told me!!”

Then a thought came to mind and she hummed a bit. “Could it be…”

She turned around and ran down one street and she kept running until she made it to a huge park. She looked around and huffed quietly. “It’s a huge park, yes, but where did we meet for the first time…?”

As she thought deeply in her spot, a memory flashed before her eyes, and she finally remembered.

-1st Grade-

“Hey, you must be cold.” (y/n) giggled, wrapping a coat around George. “Why don’t you have an umbrella? It’s raining really hard.”

“I’m waiting for my driver to come fetch me…” George mumbled in reply, cuddling the coat. “Thanks…”

“I’m (y/n)! You’re the new boy, right?”

“Yeah, that’s me. I’m George.”

“It’s a pleasure! You don’t have any friends?”

“N-No…”

“Then I’ll be your friend! I’ll be with you forever! I promise!”

She giggled and scooted closer to him to wrap the coat around him even more. George smiled a bit and giggled, snuggling up to her. “I’m glad you’re my new friend, (y/n).” He giggled. “Me too!” (y/n) giggled as well.

“That bench… It had a nice view of a lake.” (y/n) muttered, running off. “It’s… Supposed to be—”

She stopped in her spot to see George sitting on a bench that faced a huge lake, and she smiled widely in excitement. She ran to him and surprised him by tackling him in a hug. “BOO!!”

He yelped in surprise and laughed. “(y/n), darling! What the hell?”

“I just wanted to surprise you!”

“Don’t do that next time. Anyway, I’m surprised that you knew where to go.”

“I almost didn’t think about it, but here I am! So, where we going?”

“My house, of course.”

“I hate it when you say house when it’s not.”

“Come now, you love it there~!”

“Fine, you ass. But only because we have no choice.”

“Splendid! There’s a driver waiting outside the park, so let’s go!”

“Fine, fine, fine!”

They made it to George’s “house” and chatted in the dining room, laughing like children as they reminisced on the past and such, catching up with the times they missed together. George decided to bring her somewhere where they always hung out at.

(y/n) inhaled the smell of the air as they walked around George’s garden in his mansion. “Dude, it’s so pretty!” She giggled. “It’s changed so much!”

“Of course it has.” George chuckled. “We both hung out here when we were only children. Playing hide and seek, running around, making flower crowns and such. Hell, our tree house is still there. Years has passed, love, times change and so does everything and everyone else.”

“What are you implying?”

“That both of us have changed in various ways…”

He turned to her and sighed heavily. “I-I… I’m jealous. Envious, even! I mean, goddamn, I grew up believing a lie of some sort!”

“George…?” (y/n) spoke quietly.

“I believed that you and I would get married in the future. I believed that you and I would have a family of our own. I believed that you’d be with me forever! I believed you’d be mine…”

He gritted his teeth and balled his fists, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

“But no, one trip changed our lives in a snap. I left for England, and I left you behind. And I come back only to find out the one I love until now is already engaged to someone else. That just fucking hurts. You promised me. You’d be with me forever. But that was obviously what all innocent children say. The children that don’t know what the blood hell love is. The children that say they love one another but in truth they don’t. That’s us. The ones who say they love one another but they don’t.”

He scoffed and began to cry, tears sliding down his face.

“What can I do about it? We were just kids when we fell in love, we didn’t even know what the fuck that was. And now that we’re old enough, we find ourselves not getting what we wanted. But you probably did. Getting engaged to someone you actually love. I’m not them. I’m only that one friend you’d stick with forever. Nothing else!”

He looked up at her and cried even more.

“I begged my parents to be betrothed to you. I even begged on my knees. But they said “no, it’s impossible.” Because you’re not from a rather high class family. I said I loved you more than anyone, but they didn’t care. And that hurt me. Why is it when I love someone, I don’t get it too? I fell in love with you, yet here you are before me, a ring on your finger.”

Not only George was crying, but (y/n) began to cry herself too. His words struck her painfully.

“I’ve always wanted to marry once I fell in love with you. Until now, I still do and yet here you are, already engaged! Do you know how much that hurts? All my life I’ve wished for us to get married, but no, life’s a fucking bitch! But that’s fine… Because even if we get married, I’d be loving a lie.”

He pulled out a small, blue, velvet box from the pocket of his pants and stared at it, still crying in pain. “I’d be in a loveless marriage full of lies.”

“You’d say ‘I do’, but that’s a lie. You’d kiss me and whisper, ‘I love you’, but that’s a lie. We’d cuddle at night and after you bid me good night, you’ll say you love me, but in truth you don’t. We’d watch our children grow up and you’ll say you’re happy when you’re not. Then what’s the purpose? You don’t love me the same way.”

He threw the box at the floor and it rolled to (y/n)’s feet.

“I don’t care how much those rings cost,” he cried, pointing at the box. “Lots of money, sure. But you can take my heart and soul that’s encased in that box. I don’t care what you do with that; throw it away, give it away, sell it, or keep it, I don’t care.”

He balled up his fists and lowered his head, his tears falling to the concrete path of the garden.

“Just please, please keep in mind… Those rings hold my heart and soul. But it’s fine. I lost both when I saw that ring on your finger. But please remember… I’ve always loved you. I still do. But you don’t.”

He looked at her, smiling brightly as tears slid down his face.

“I love you, (y/n). I always have. Please be happy for me in your wedding day. That’s all I ask of you.”

(y/n) began to cry even more, staring at George as he cried. How could he do that? Crying in pain but he smiles. Then again, the saddest smile the brightest.

George’s smile weakened and was replaced with a frown, more tears pouring as he brushed past her. He left her in the garden; the garden where (y/n) knew she fell in love with him.

Heartbroken, she fell to the ground and cried loudly. She took the velvet box and opened it shakily. Her eyes welled up with tears once she saw the rings. One was a silver ring with a (birthstone) jewel atop it and the other was a silver one too but has Alexandrite jewel instead. She knew he wanted to slip the (birthstone) one onto her finger ever since they were kids. He planned these rings since he was a child, yet here it is, locked up in a blue, velvet box.

(y/n) pressed it against her chest as she cried. She didn’t expect this happen. She felt her heart smash to bits as she remembered what George and her did when they were young, playing house, hide and seek, tag, and even a pretend wedding, and it’s like they were only memories of a past life.

Soon, she came to a stop and walked back home. She came inside her and John’s house, greeting him with red, puffy eyes.

“(y/n)!” John gasped, embracing her tightly. “What’s wrong?”

She cried again, embracing him as well. She dug her face into his chest, letting her tears flow, either onto the floor or his shirt. She grasped onto his shirt, letting her anger, pain, and sadness out.

“Hey, tell me what’s wrong?” John gently asked.

(y/n) pulled away and took a deep breath soon explaining everything.

John didn’t like the fact that she was hurt by his most hated person, but he hated the fact that he did. But what could John do? George fell in love with (y/n) and vice versa, she fell for him. That was their choice, same with their choice of leaving the other behind.

He caressed (y/n)’s tear-stained cheek and kissed her gently. “It’s okay, I’m here.”

“Promise me?” She asked, sniffing.

“Of course I do.”

He kissed her gently again and pulled her close. She hugged him and nuzzled him gently, smiling a bit.

There’s nothing the three can do now. All can they do now is move on. But (y/n) still wanted to talk to George.

(y/n) texted George for the 10th time, but still got no reply.

George, I’m so sorry. Can we meet up?”

Seen.

“We can talk about everything that happened.”

Seen.

“At least answer me, please.”

“George, I just want to apologize.”

And no other activity came afterwards, except more of her texts.

(y/n) let out a heavy sigh and dropped her phone on the floor.

“John?” She called. “Can we go out?”

“Where? That’s sudden.”

“Frederick Manor.”

“Milord isn’t having visitors today.” A butler said, bowing slightly. “Forgive me.”

“Tell him it’s me, (y/n) (y/l/n). (y/n) scoffed.

“I am pretty mare, milady.”

“Then let me in!”

“Like I said, milord isn’t having any visitors.”

John and (y/n) stood before the butler blocking their way, making them unable to go in George’s room.

“Let me in now, I command it.” (y/n) scowled.

“Forgive me, but I am only doing what he has ordered.”

(y/n) gritted her teeth and balled up her fists.

She took a deep breath and yelled, “George William Frederick the Third! Let me in this instance!”

After a few seconds of silence, his voice replied softly, “Let her in…”

The butler sighed heavily and stepped aside, (y/n) brushing past him and barged in whilst John stayed. (y/n) slammed the door shut and locked it, turning to George. He was a horrible mess, and so was his room. Wine and beer bottles scattered across and around the room, porcelain, beautiful vases smashed to bits, shelves and small tables on the floor, bits of glass and mirrors everywhere. It was more of pig sty than a noble’s room.

He laid on his bed, hand clenching at the neck of a nearly empty wine bottle as his arm hung on the side of the bed. His brown hair a mess, his eyes red and puffy, tear marks on his cheeks, eyebags beneath his eyes and his suit torn apart.

(y/n) gasped and she covered her mouth at what she saw. Her expression softened and tears slid down her cheeks, “George…” She sobbed.

George glanced at her, frowning upon seeing her. He dropped the wine bottle and laid on his side, not facing her.

“Let me go, (y/n).” He sighed. “Please.”

“But—” (y/n) spoke, only to be interrupted.

“Seeing you pains me. I want to move on but I can’t if you keep on calling my name.”

“George, I’m sorry!”

“Goddamn it, (y/n), leave me be!!”

He sat up and faced her, and angry and pained expression painted on his face as tears fell down.

“Fuck’s sake, you’re engaged! Stay with Laurens or I swear to God, I’ll do anything to be away from you!” He shouted, his voice echoing. “If you love me let me go! But you obviously don’t love me since you can’t let me go!”

“Because I feel bad, it’s my fault you’re like this! If only I waited, you won’t be like this and neither would I!”

“Who are you, Aaron Burr? Everything is my fault because I waited for you when I knew you would never come back! Just fucking leave me be!”

(y/n) gritted her teeth and she stormed towards him. In a swift move, she slapped across the face powerfully. So powerful that he fell to the bed on his side.

“Or you know what, everything is our fault because neither of us confessed our love to one another!” She screamed at his face, tears falling onto the sheets. “You just got on a damn place and disappeared for years, yet neither of us knew that we loved one another!”

“It’s because none of us said shit, I get that! Our lips were sealed, but that doesn’t matter nor mean anything, (y/n)! Get your head out of the past and face the present! Where are you now? Engaged to someone else! Get that through your head! Laurens is not me, I’m not him. I’m with you, and I’m with you, but you’re with him, that’s what you see! Get it through your head that you’re going to be wed to someone who isn’t me!”

The two sobbed quietly, fists clenching, tears sliding down their faces.

“What are we, children?” George scoffed. “(y/n), God, you know what’s right and what you should do. It’s called letting me go and leaving me be.”

“Whilst here you are, crying like a child.” (y/n) scoffed too.

“So are you.”

George grabbed the wine bottle on the floor and finished it, grabbing another one on the bedside table, opened it and drank from it.

“Leave me now, and get married to Laurens.” He demanded.

“George, please.”

“Don’t let me get on another fucking plane.”

SLAP!!

“Do that again, a fist will come to your face.” (y/n) scowled.

“See? Your head is still stuck in the past! Why can’t you move on?”

“Because I can’t bear the pain of seeing you like this.”

George scoffed and drank from the wine bottle again.

“Look, I have your rings,” (y/n) said, pulling out the velvet box out of her pocket. “You saying these are your heart and soul hurts me. I can’t just take it… I can’t take these rings.”

“Even if you give it back, my heart and soul is still gone because I gave you everything, my life too. You’re holding it all, but it’s fine, even if you got rid of everything I gave. As long as it’s you, my loved one, it’s fine.”

He gently took one of her hands and kissed her knuckles gently. (y/n) took notice of his bloody, wounded hands holding her soft (skin-tone) hand.

“All I’m asking you is for your to move on, love.” George said gently. “Get married, be happy, have a wonderful family of your own, and remember that you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever met.”

(y/n) giggled softly and nodded, tears still falling. George smiled softly and leaned in close, a hand on her cheek. As she herself leaned in closer, he pulled away and kissed her on her head instead.

“I mustn’t kiss you.” He chuckled lightly. “Save your kiss for Laurens.”

(y/n) frowned a bit and embraced him tightly, grasping onto his suit. “Please don’t leave on a jet plane…”

“I can’t make any promises.” He sighed, embracing her too. “I’m sorry I cursed at you and hurt your feelings…”

“I’m sorry I slapped and cursed at you…”

“I understand, don’t worry…”

He kissed her hand again and wiped away a few stray tears from her face, caressing her cheek too.

“Now, you should go.” He sighed, stepping away. “He’s waiting outside.”

(y/n) took his hand, but he pulled his hand back.

“Don’t make me say it again, please…”

(y/n) frowned sadly and pulled her hand back slowly, a bit hurt, and kissed him on his cheek.

“Goodbye.” She whispered.

“That only means till we meet again, love.” George forced a weak smile.

(y/n) stood up and walked off, taking one glance at him, frowning at what he looked like. He sat on the bed, looking down sadly. But this is what he wanted for both of them. She opened the door and left, gently shutting it. She was greeted by john waiting by a huge window nearby.

“Are you two okay now? It sounded intense.” He asked, taking her hands.

“In a sad way, yes.” She replied, embracing him. “But this is for the greater good; both of us leaving the other.”

“I see.” John nodded, holding her in his arms. “No more crying in the middle of the night?”

“I can’t make any promises…”

“It’s okay, this will take a lot to take in.”

He took her hand and smiled. “Let’s go home?”

“Sure, why not?” (y/n) chuckled lightly, squeezing his hand.

John nodded and walked alongside her, hand-in-hand with one another. (y/n) glanced at the door to George’s room, frowning sadly.

God knows when they’ll meet again. But then again…

Will they ever meet again?

#hamilton imagines #hamilton #hamilton: an american musical #John Laurens #john laurens x reader #king george III #king george x reader #angst #imagines #heartbreak #i am so sorry

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Soulmate AU! Wanna One Lai Guan Lin

✽ featuring: guanlin, seonho

✽ genre: fluff, angst (verbal bullying)

✽ word count: 2490 words

✽ summary: the clock ticked as you sat alone, alienating yourself from the others. what you didn’t know was that your glowing timer was nearing its last few seconds, but there was no one in sight.

you have a pretty common way to track your soulmate

the little glowing timer on your wrist indicated the days, hours, minutes, and seconds left to finding your soulmate

compared to others, yours seemed to be longer and a bit faulty

you’ve heard stories from your friends with the same trait, as they tell you their love story and basically becoming high school sweethearts

sometimes your clock would just disappear from time to time when the timer hasn’t even reached zero yet

which made you a bit sceptical

but either way, you graduated high school without meeting your soulmate

you lowkey felt a bit left out

nah girl you were jealous af

and you entered this really prestigious college since you didn’t have to worry about relationship problems during your finals and focused on studying

none of your close friends made it into the same school as you, except seonho, who was your classmate in your graduating class

after finding out you two were going to the same school, you two became really close friends

by the time you entered college, it was an entire different experience from high school

you all had to live in your own dorms, cook your own food and do your laundry

so you only got to see your family on the weekends, and you spend majority of your time with friends

in this case seonho

seonho decided to major in art & design, while you majored in business management

you two only had math class together, which was really fun since you two sat together

but in other classes you were separated from him, so you had to socialise with others

in your business class, you were assigned to do a group project with two students

everyone began to scramble around class, looking for their own group

you looked around class, and spotted a generally quiet boy wearing a hoodie sitting at the back of class, spinning his pen on his index finger while staring outside of the window

what the, he’s so beautiful

since you were also quiet in class, you wanted to rally up all the quiet people in class so you all wouldn’t feel excluded

keeping your eyes on the boy, you stood up, dragging back your chair with a loud screech

“hey, y/n! want to join us?”

you looked in front, to see 2 girls waving their hands to you

you nodded, and began gathering your textbook and a pen

little did you know, the mysterious boy was looking at you as you smiled to the girls and walked up to them

he exhaled, and he eventually got his own group as well

when you sat down with the girls, you 3 began discussing project ideas, but somehow lead to them inviting you to a fraternity party that was held in 2 weeks time

you agreed, obviously, where else would you go to meet new people?

after that, you began hanging out with these girls and their friends, spending less and less time with seonho

your schedules didn’t really match up anyway

after joining the basketball team, he would always be practicing

one day after school, you were on the way to a small café with the group of girls when you walked past the basketball court

seonho was with his friends on the court, and they were having a break

you exclaimed seonho’s name from behind the fence

where he turned to you and smiled

you two exchanged finger guns and clicked your tongue at the same time

as you were messing with him from a distance, you noticed the same mysterious boy from your business management class standing beside him, staring at you in awe

when you bid your goodbyes and began walking away, you turned back one more time

you saw seonho wrapping his arm around the boy’s shoulder and began cheekily teasing him, which made the boy’s face turn bright red

he also plastered this really joyful gummy smile on his face, you couldn’t help to smile

he’s so cute

you weren’t expecting a boy with such a cold exterior to be so soft!!

but either way, you decided to shake the feeling off once more

while catching up to the girls, you lifted your sleeve to look at your wrist

you haven’t even bothered to look at it for the past few weeks due to your hectic schedule

to your surprise, your timer would reach 0 in less than 2 weeks time

you assumed you would officially meet your soulmate at the fraternity party and you couldn’t stop yourself from imagining the love story scene that your high school friends always depicted

sparks would fly as your eyes made contact, the minutes would feel like hours to you, every brush of skin contact would make your heart flutter

for the rest of the weeks, you began preparing yourself for the night of your life

on the evening of the frat party, you sat on your dorm bed and fixed your bracelet on

even though you had barely any sleep the previous night, you still managed to plaster a joyful face

it was approximately 10 minutes to the start of the party

it wouldn’t be that bad to be fashionably late now would i?

you ran over to the bathroom to check your hair once more, and you took a glance at your wrist

1:21:09

you took a deep breath and began fixing on your heels

however, you felt a vibration from your purse

you took it out to see a message from seonho

“y/n, do not go to the frat party. trust me.”

you stared at the phone in confusion

“what? why?”

“please, y/n just don’t go. i’m serious.”

you rolled your eyes and angrily texted him back, fingers tapping as your face boiled hot

“look seonho, tonight, i’m going to meet my soulmate. i’m not losing this chance.”

as you hit send, you shoved your phone back into your purse

you heard another vibration, but you decided to ignore it

how stupid can you be? to waste this chance? hell no.

you stomped out of the room and slammed the door behind you

once you reached the door of the fraternity house that the party was held at, you took a deep breath

blaring music could be heard from a block away, and you could see silhouettes of people dancing the night away

you could hear the endless chatter of people, and one of them inside is your soulmate

you look at your wrist once more, which was hidden behind the jewels of your bracelet

0:44:01

i’m not going to let seonho ruin my night. it’s just a party. he’s such a mom.

you swung open the door, only to be greeted by a crowd of unfamiliar faces

the smell of alcohol and different scents of perfume wafted past your nostrils, which literally made you want to sneeze

you shoved your way through the crowd of drunkards and party-harders, trying desperately to find a familiar face

you decided to ask someone where your group of friends were

the stranger smiled deviously, asking to offer you a drink instead

you rejected his offer and quickly paced away upstairs

im not dealing with that shit

once you arrived upstairs, you could hear the faint murmuring from a lighted room

the door of the mysterious room was left slightly ajar

when you got closer, you could hear the group of girls that you always hung out with talking

you decided not to enter, but eavesdrop instead

“we only let her be in our group cause she scores consistent good grades in business. then all of a sudden, she just starts clinging onto us. she’s so desperate,” you heard one of the girls say

your eyes widen in shock

a faint chill ran down your spine

are they talking about.. me?

“yah, y/n’s weird. when she wants to hang out, lets just say we’re all busy or something. shes so extra,” you heard another one say

all the girls began giggling, and you felt your heart sink

your breathing became shallower and faster

you could feel a lump swelling in your throat

you began running to the stairs with your hand covering your mouth

i want to get out. i want to leave.

as you reached the bottom of the stairs, you accidentally bumped into a tall burly figure

“fuck sorry.. i’m sorry..” you said with your shaky voice

you didn’t even bother looking up at him, you just ran

you sprinted out of the frat house and to the nearby deserted bus stop

you didn’t expect anyone to be there anyway, it was literally 12am at night and bus routes have ended

you wiped the dripping mascara off your face as you just sat there

you lifted your bracelet to see the timer at about to reach 0

0:00:03

you spun your head around

0:00:02

no one was around

0:00:01

you felt yourself drifting away and soon, your vision turned to black

whilst in your fainting spell, you managed to make out a phrase said by a presence next to you

“y/n.. i’m sorry i’m late,”

the next thing you know, you woke up to an alarm set next to you

what? i don’t have an alarm.

you shot up from what was thought to be your bed

the bed had some kind of, cologne smell on it?

you looked around in your surroundings

it looked like your dorm, but it’s not?

you looked down, only to see a pink sweater on you

i don’t have a pink sweater.. but its comfy tho

you quickly looked for your belongings, which were nicely placed on the bedside table

where am i???????

the door shot open, only to see the mysterious boy you knew from business class in an.. apron

you got shocked obviously, accidentally hitting your head on the top bunk while jumping upwards

you fell backwards onto the bed with a shout

“shit oh my god y/n are you okay??”

he quickly ran over to you and sat down next to you

you sat back up, gripping the bruise on your forehead

“y/n let me see please,”

you turned your head towards him, only to be inches away from his face as his hands softly took yours

you inched backwards in response, which kind of sent him the message

“uhh, what’s your name?”

he shot backwards and scratched the back of his neck, face turning bright pink as his pupils shifted

“shit what am i doing.. i’m so sorry. i’m lai guan lin. from your business management class,”

oh, its the beautiful guy. he’s still beautiful tho

“hello, well can you explain to me what happened? and why i am here?” you asked, rubbing your bruise which made you flinch as you attempted to soothe it

he moved backwards a bit

“well um, the frat party kind of went wrong.. and seonho sent me to get you,”

he looked away

ah, seonho. i have to thank him.

“well, thank you for helping me out last night. and, for the sweater, its comfy”

you began to play around with the sweater, not noticing he actually got really flustered about it

“h-hold on for a moment y/n,” he said as he exited the room

you lied back onto the bed, and lifted the sleeve of the sweater

the timer is at 0

i hope its not that weird guy that asked to get me a drink yesterday or some shit. or..

your eyes widen

you looked back onto the bed

you literally realised where you were

girl you’re slow

you were in

guanlin’s room???????????

just as you began freaking out again, guanlin entered back into the room with a first aid kit and a cup of coffee

“oh, please relax. i slept on the couch last night, and my dorm-mates all spent the night at the frat house, they probably won’t be home for another 3 hours”

he sat down next to you once again

“can i treat your bruise?”

you nodded in response

he began spreading ointments on your forehead and rubbing it with his thumb

you glanced upwards, only to see his sleeve sliding backwards onto his forearm, revealing a set of numbers glowing on his wrist

0:00:00

you started blushing

w-what if he’s..

“i’m done,” he says as he retracted from you

he stood up, carrying the first aid kit with him

“you can rest for a few more hours if you would like, unless you want to return back to your dorm. i’ll be more than happy to-”

“guanlin,” you said, standing up

fuck, i’m so short.

“y-yeah?” he said, clearly intimidated despite you being a literal head or two shorter than he is

“you’re my soulmate, right?”

your tone seemed firm, and you kept your eyes on him

he looked around the room, obviously flustered

he twiddled his thumbs behind his back

“u-uh;; i guess..???imeanicamelaterthanthetimeri’msosorryicouldn’tcometoyousoonermaybeimnotevenyoursoulmatebutistillloveyouthoooo ahahahhaahha”

you just stared at him as he continued stammering

once he stopped he quickly headed towards the door

“welp goodbye have a nice rest y/n”

before he could reach for the doorknob, you already attacked his back with a koala hug, forcing him to piggyback you

you dug your head deeper into his warm neck, allowing you to smell his shampoo

“y-y/n..”

“no, i’m not letting go. i’ve been searching for so long,”

“y/n, i won’t leave you. ever. but right now, my back needs a rest,” he laughed

you laughed in response as well, allowing him to gently let you down

once he turned to face you, he opened his arms, allowing you to fit perfectly into the gap made just for you

it was like you two were meant to be awwww

you let go a little, leaving enough space for you to look up into his loving eyes

he ran his hand through your hair, admiring every single little thing of yours

“y/n, i love you so much,”

you tiptoed and pecked his cheek, making him blush a darker shade of red

“i may have the same feelings as you,” you said as you gazed into his eyes

your relationship after that is legit goals!!

you stopped hanging out with the mean girls >:(

you would wait for him after his practices and seonho would third-wheel

you two had to take care of him like yall were babysitting

and without seonho, you two wouldn’t be the same

enjoys going to amusement parks with you, spoiling you bahaha

yall would buy couple stuff, and seonho would insist on getting it too (my god this boy)

you two still love him tho

during business management classes, you would stick to him and ignore the girls

would buy you coffee before classes

what a great healthy rs

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EPISODE 6

July 12, 07:20 AM

I’m going to the alley today. I decided to leave in the morning and pretend to go jogging because I don’t want my parents to know where I’m going. It’s Sunday and I forgot they are home. I had to get creative. I’m a terrible liar, so I was prepared to run out of the house avoiding any conversation with them, but when I got downstairs nobody was there. They must be still asleep. Convenient because I was about to starve, so I’m having cereal for breakfast while I prepare myself mentally. It shouldn’t count as breakfast, it’s just sugar. It’s a snack, people.

„Having second thoughts?” Nora asked me last night again. Wow, she really knows the right thing to say to make me feel guilty about wanting to chicken out.

Yes, Nora, as a matter of fact, I am thinking about changing my mind for the twentieth time and going to a hypnotist to make me oblivious to your visits. You have to admit it’s a masterplan. She doesn’t hear my thoughts, though, hopefully. She’s a fourteen-year-old, but a scary-looking one.

11:40 AM

I was getting increasingly nervous the closer I was getting to that alley. As I was walking down the street, I thought about changing my mind and going back a couple more times. Who knows what memories it might trigger, I’m really fine with forgetting. But at the back of my head, I could hear Nora talking about people being in trouble. Oh, quit it, Nora, I won’t go back. I’m just… considering my options.

I was passing by so many people that I couldn’t help but wonder what an odd place it was to beat someone up. The city is always crowded, even in the evenings. It’s just hard to believe that no one heard people fighting a few feet away. Or maybe they just didn’t care. Whoever did this to me must have been pretty confident that they wouldn't be caught. Or so reckless, and then they just got lucky.

I stopped before entering the alley, only fifty yards away from the movie theater. It’s so close from here, how come I didn’t make it there that night? I reached to my pocket to grab my phone, thinking it would be easier to just take pictures and analyze them later at home, but I forgot that I had crashed the camera lens the day before. Oh, well, I’m gonna have to rely on my memory once again.

I looked at the screen to check the time. 8:11. I didn’t like that time. I waited for 8:15.

The place was very narrow and yet, somehow, pretty well lit. Physics, couldn’t explain it even it was a matter of life and death. It didn’t look that bad during the day, but I could definitely imagine how creepy it must be there at night. The feeling of concrete walls cooling your skin, each step echoing through the darkness and the smell of rotten food in the air. Although the smell’s there all the time, unfortunately, so I had to take a shower after coming back because I couldn’t get it off my hair.

Tons of trash bags lying around next to a half-empty dumpster. I have a theory that people don’t know what dumpsters are actually for. I thought it must have looked exactly like that on July 1 because I was told I had been found right next to a stinky pile just like one of those, looking like a trash bag myself. I mean, the lady who found me had mistaken me for one at first.

I stood there, in between garbage, and suddenly I felt… foolish. I didn’t know what I was doing, I went there without a plan and no memories were triggered, nothing was clicking in that empty head of mine. I let out a long sigh and said “Ugh, what am I even looking for? Signs of blood, DNA samples, footprints? And what would I even do with that? Besides, there’s nothing in here!” I paused and noticed a tent lying a few feet away from me and added, a little too loudly “And someone threw away this ugly tent but didn’t even bother to take it down first. God, I hate people!”

A cat I hadn’t noticed before hissed at me, warning to keep it down, or else. I decided to do as I was told. Mainly because I was glad it was only a cat, and not a person. But then I heard someone coming my way. My first impulse was to flee in case it was someone not very friendly (I didn’t need more bruises), but my body just froze. I have the most useless natural instincts. Well, it turned out to be a homeless lady, who lives in that tent that I had just very loudly made fun of and expressed my opinion of how ugly it was.

„Do I know you?” she asked confused after lecturing me about not insulting other people’s homes. I still feel guilty even though I apologized a hundred times. I can’t believe I’m capable of poking fun even at the homeless.

„No, sorry, I don’t think you do. Look, I have to go, but again, I’m really sorry for being rude.”

“No, no, I do know you. Your face is still a little bruised up. Aren’t you the boy I found here about two weeks ago?” Can you believe it? What was the chance of her being there? I know, I know, pretty high chance since she lives there, but I had no idea it would be that simple.

She showed me the exact place where she had found me, and there was no way I could have figured that out by myself. There were no signs of anything, really. I told her that I don’t remember much from that day and asked her if she could help me remember. It’s sad but I think she was just happy to talk to somebody, she seemed excited.

“There’s not that much to say, I’m afraid. It was late, and usually, I’m already asleep at that time,” she explained “but earlier that day one of my cats passed away and I was so upset that I couldn’t sleep. At first, I heard very slow, but very heavy footsteps, but I figured it was some drunkard, as usual, so I didn’t think much of it. But that person was really struggling with something, judging by the sounds, and after a minute or so I think they tripped over one of those metal trash cans because the noise it made would wake up the dead, that’s for sure. And then they ran away. Probably thought the sounds would draw too much attention and got scared about someone calling the cops on them. When I walked outside I saw you and called 911. Yes, a lot of homeless people have cellphones. The rest I think you know better than I do.” She must have seen my confused face because she added: “Oh, you don’t like what you hear?”

“No, it’s just… I was kind of hoping you have seen their faces, something that would lead me to those guys who beat me.” I tried not to sound disappointed, she was trying to be helpful. “I’m sorry for asking so many questions because I know from the police that you were pretty scared when you saw me and even thought I was dead, but do you remember anything else?”

„I’m sorry, I don’t. And sorry for thinking you were dead, but when I got closer to you, you looked so bad. There wasn’t really that much blood, although strangely, your mouth was covered in mud, and maybe that’s why I couldn’t see you breathing.”

Oh, my, it’s not strange, it’s bizarre. Not the thing about dirt covering my mouth, I already know what it is. I remember Nora giving me that muddy potion to drink to send me here. So whoever beat me up that night, must have done it right after I had traveled back.

Ugh, I need a break from thinking. My head is about to explode!

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