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kyberphilosopher · 3 years ago

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Fensterln

“I can’t get up. You’re sitting on top of me.”

Warning(s): some allusions to sex, explicit-ish language, fluff, reader has a whole ‘Black Cat’ thing going on. Word Count: 3273

Notes: This is a requested work. This is a headcanoned canon version of Superboy, meaning he is no version in particular and simply the character I figure as a whole. Reader can be any gender.

“Fensterln is when you have to climb through someone’s window in order to have sex with them, without their parents knowing about it.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You know, most people think that climbing up the side of a building is easy. Like it’s nothing. They see it on TV, and in the movies, and in cartoons even, and they think, “That doesn’t look so bad!” because it doesn’t. Cartoons and actors don’t have to deal with the wind whipping their hair, constantly pushing their whole body all around, the butterflies of anxiousness making their heart thump, threatening the scenario of falling to their death. It’s terrifying. It takes a lot of skill, a lot of courage, and a lot of luck.

“Shit.”

Your right hand releases from the glass, arm slowly swinging back until it’s at your side. The same sides foot follows this pattern of rotation, until only your left fingertips and toes are stuck to the wall of the building, suctioning you to life. Below you, hundreds and hundreds of feet, is an island of grass and sand, encompassed by a large body of water. Over the tidal waves chip chopping away, there’s a distance. And in that distance, is the city, just under the inky blackness of the midnight sky.

Jump City, it’s called. You’re not too familiar with it. Most of your time is spent in Metropolis, or Gotham. Luckily, both of those cities have plenty of skyscrapers to practice scaling. One could say that you’d perfected the art of this sort of thing. The finger pads on your suit are sophisticatedly sticky, seamlessly letting you latch onto anything with grace. Your feet are the same.

The wind hits your face like sharp needles, amplified by the cold air and the incline. Your hair whips around wildly, also different from how it flows, softly, in the movies. The harsh breeze roars in your ears, louder than the thousands of explosions you’ve heard in your lifetime. Although dangerous, nothing beats the view. Those thousands of lights in the distance, the cars, the buildings, this building that you’re on now. Titan’s Tower is far larger and closer and more important than anything else at the moment.

“Okay then,” you mutter, twisting your body over to the right twice more, until finally both hands and feet are connecting against the glass in a stealthy, perfect crawling position.

You work your way up, one foot and hand at the time. You resemble that of a spider, or perhaps a cat. One, two. One, two.

His room is on one of the top floors, if not the top floor. From the two other times that you’ve done this, you remember the number of steps, the distance, the little cracks in the glass panes to look for so you know you’re close. Even from the outside, hundreds of feet up, hanging above death tantalizingly, you know exactly where you are and where you need to be. And you know, of course, that you are close.

Your right hand leaves the wall once more and reaches down to the belt on your hips. “Coming, my love,” you mutter as you flip open a small pouch attached. From the inside you pull out a slim switchblade, made specifically to cut through glass walls like this- designed it yourself.

The knife springs open. In a circle big enough to fit your entire body, you trace the blade in a wide arc from up to down, left to right. Then you flip the blade back inside, place the whole thing back into the pouch on the belt, and shove your left elbow against the middle of the glass in front of you.

It pops free immediately. The circle of wall falls forward into the room, with you not far behind.

Landing like a gymnast on your toes with your arms overhead, you are immune to the sharp pain in your femurs that comes from a sudden pressure like this. The glass pane is still intact on the floor ahead of you, which is coated with a red carpet that you recognize so well. It’s much warmer inside than it was outside, although you can still feel the night wind from behind you.

“Silent,” a voice remarks from beside you. It’s not an amused tone, really. It’s genuine and full of awe, surrounded by something casual.

You hum as you stand before throwing a look over your shoulder. Sure enough at your back, splayed casually on a bed against the wall you just broke through, is your favorite boy toy. Dark, curly hair framing his classically handsome face, nose scrunching slightly on instinct. He’s wearing the black and red super shirt he always does, coupled with the plaid pajama bottoms you’d gotten him as a gift in spring.

You want so badly to quip something back, but you both know you can’t right now. Not when you’re so close to the door. And yeah, that’s partially Conner’s fault, if not all. Too much noise would attract the attention of his team mates, the Titans, and then something probably not that great would happen. Maybe they’d throw you out. Maybe they’d fire him. Maybe things would just get weird. It’s not as if you and Connor are an official couple, even after all this time. You could stop sneaking around to see each other at any sense of danger.

You take a step towards the bed he lays on, noting the big, bright smile that lights up Superboy’s face at the motion. “Can you fix the hole?” you whisper, just loud enough for him to hear.

Conner’s eyes go wide and the smile gets bigger.

“In the wall.”

The smile turns into an eye roll. “Yes,” he sighs, almost dramatically, pushing himself up. The boy crosses to the center of the room a few feet from you and begins picking up the perfect circle of cut window- wall while you look around the area.

You’ve snuck into Conner’s room before. Twice, in fact. It’s not clean, not horribly messy. His leather jacket is usually hanging off the dresser or door handle. Sweatshirts of different colors are littering the floor in a collective pile. It looks like a normal teenage boys room, really. It just feels very ‘Conner’.

First, he pushes the glass back into place in the wall, then he takes a few steps back. You throw him a smirk, nudging your head to encourage him to do the thing.

Conner’s eyes heat up. Little at first, as a soft yellow. Then into an all consuming scarlet that hisses out in two beams meeting in the middle between them. They move in a circle around the pane until you can’t even tell it was ever not there, and the wind you once heard no longer exists. The wall is perfectly in tact.

“Thank you, Superboy,” you tell him, tone laced overly sweet. Your hands, freezing from the cold even through the gloves of your costume, wrap around Conner’s upper arm.

“Yeah,” he tosses, back, voice low. His cheeks are turning pink.

You unhook your arms and saunter over to his mattress. As you throw yourself on and relax as you sink into the pillows, you let your eyes close. “You’re lucky I like you so much,” you tease. “Mm, do you know a lot of people who would climb up the Tower for you? I don’t.”

Upon hearing him take a single step forward, one eye pops open. “I know you missed me,” you continue.

Conner lays himself on the bed beside you, hands behind his bed with his arms bent. You turn to face him, propping your head up with your palm.

“You never answer my texts,” Conner says, Adam’s apple bobbing.

“You text me?” you smirk, watching Superboys eyes sink close as he releases a sigh of defeat.

Your left leg slips over Conner’s hips. Then you pull your whole body up and over into a straddle over him, looking down at him. He’s handsome in the way nobody can argue with, so perfect and soft and structured. When you squint, he looks like Superman. But Conner’s not Superman, he’s better. You can’t explain why, or how, but he just is.

You place your palms forward on his chest at first, then backwards, behind your back, on Conner’s thighs. Your chest puffs out at the slight change of position.

Below you, the boy bites his lower lip softly in thought for a second. “What if I got you a phone?” Conner asks you. His light eyes holding yours through thick, dark lashes. “Just so you can text me back sometimes?”

“Us?” you gasp with wide eyes. “Talking? During the daytime?”

Conner glances away. “Message received. Very funny. Forget it.”

“I’m messing with you,” you promise with a smile. “Loosen up Super-Annoy.”

“So you’ll let me get you one?” Conner pushes himself up with a snap, eyes wide with some kind of excitement.

Well… would you? You haven’t had a lot of long term partners, if any. Your time with Conner has been the longest with anyone, and he’s not even really your boyfriend. He’s just… you know… the guy you kissed on a rooftop one night. The guy who once surprised you with a cone of ice cream, again on a night time rooftop, whilst you were sitting on the side of the building to watch the city below. The guy who remembered your birthday, the guy who keeps sending you the many, many texts reminding you that you can watch your favorite show on the TV in the tower. The guy who once lied to get you to ice skate with him.

Something about Conner has been enough to keep you hooked for months and months, always coming back. Sneaking into the Tower, taking more and more trips to Jump City, keeping notes of events throughout your week to tell him about when you see him.

How silly. Never giving the time of day to any other partner of yours, but for Conner? Conner has gotten at least eight months of it.

“I’ll think about it,” you roll your eyes.

“You promise?” Conner urges.

“Yes. Jeez, I promise. I will think about letting you get me a phone that only you have the number to.”

“Please don’t laugh at me about this.”

“I’m not laughing at you.”

“It feels like it.”

“Connor,” you clasp a hand on his shoulder, pushing back laughter. “Have I ever laughed at you?”

“W- Is that- is that a serious question?” Conner’s eyebrows raise.

“Get up,” you roll your neck. “I want to change positions.”

The boy below you shifts. For a quick moment, something pokes between your hips from underneath. Your pupils dilate in response, but by the time they finish, the movement has ceased. “Tell me about your day.”

“I want to lay down,” you say as you stretch. “I just scaled up the side of the skyscraper-”

“You love it.”

“-and it was oh, so cold. I’m tired.”

“That’s not your day.”

You just stare at him expectantly, not quite sure what it is you’re waiting for.

“I can’t get up. You’re sitting on top of me,” Conner concedes. “You chose to be up there.”

“Prove it,” you challenge.

“Yeah, yeah,” the boy below you hisses as if annoyed. “I get it,” he says, but his arms are already snaking around your torso to pull you close and slowly pull you into a new position.

You lay on your side, back against Conner’s broad chest. His arms stay wrapped around your middle as he curls up against you on instinct, legs quick to tangle with your own. You know he must really be interested in you if he’s not going to mention that your ‘work’ shoes are still on while in bed.

“You’re an ass,” he mutters into your hair.

“What was that?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Ha,” you chuckle once. “Douche.”

“Please tell me about your day now?” you hear Conner almost plead. “Please?”

One of your hands, your right one, rests on top of Conner’s against your stomach. “Oh, you know. The usual. I helped out a small jewelry store today, snuck into a big building, currently hiding from Nightwing- you know how it is.”

“There wasn’t much crime today. I mostly just stayed in. You know that big building you snuck into?”

“Such a douche,” you breathe.

“Jealous much?” Superboy rumbles against your ear.

“I’m gonna tell Dick,” you tell him. “I’ll send an anonymous tip that one of the Titan’s is a big poop face.”

Conner puts his whole face in your hair. “Shiver me timbers.”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s not fair you guys get a whole building to yourselves. What are you even using half these floors for? People in Gotham are struggling.” You frown. “Well, except for Wayne. But you know what? He’s a douche too. You’d get along.”

Conner squeezes you once. Then you feel him still from behind you, not even breathing. And then-

“Move in then.”

At once, your brows furrow. “What?”

Your companion squeezes you once more. “Move in. Move in with me. In the Tower.”

Your mouth opens and closes a couple times, eyes looking around. You can’t see Conner, but you can feel him out. His eyes are closed, still inhaling the scent of you shamelessly. It’s hard for people to catch you off guard, not just like this, but at all. You just have that sarcastic, witty, sultry reputation. And for him- Super-Annoy, of all people- to just throw you off so easily?

“I’m not a Titan,” you decide on explaining, almost asking.

“Become one, then.”

“I don’t have the money to move in. The rent must be crazy.”

“I’ll pay for you.”

“Conner,” you swallow. “This isn’t funny.”

“I’m not joking.” His head pops up. When you turn yours a little, you can look up at him, and he can look down at you. “Move into the Tower.”

Now your eyes are wide, and his are relaxed. No, Conner’s are focused, drilling into your own. “I’m... hardly Titan’s material.”

This was true. You’ve been skirting the gray line far longer than you’ve known Superboy, and he’s been super since the beginning of his creation. The first time you’d met was about ten seconds before you’d robbed a bank and sent him a wink before disappearing.

“You just told me, not five minutes ago, that you helped a small business. Helping people is what heroes are all about. You can do this, Y/N. You are Titan’s material.”

Shit. He’s right.

“Why not?” Conner questions.

“I... um...”

You’ve never lived with another person before. Your family, once upon a time, sure. Not friends. Not Dick Grayson, or Kori, or Rachel fucking Roth. And certainly not Superboy- Super-Annoy. Not someone you have a ‘thing’ with. What would that mean for the two of you? And when things go terribly, terribly wrong, what then?

Gotta’ think fast.

Your face is wiped clean, replaced by your signature smirk. “Get me a phone first. Then I’ll consider it.”

Conner doesn’t budge though. You wonder if X-Ray vision can see through lies too. “I mean it,” the boy tells you. “I want you here.”

“I have to survive the night in the building with boy prodigy and star flame.”

“Starfire.”

“Whatever. I have to do that first. There’s a reason we sneak me in, you know.”

Your free hand reaches up and cups Conner’s cheek without you telling it to. You ask your brain why, but yet, your palm doesn’t move. It feels over Conner’s cheekbones, encouraging you to look deeper into his somehow soft eyes. Your fingertips can even feel his hair, which is in need of a wash, as they get comfortable.

“For you,” you finish the sentiment, voice now genuine- also not predicted. “Sneaking in for you.”

“I don’t want you to feel like a secret,” the boy above you whispers, pouring his entire heart into it.

You answer with a snort.

If anything, Conner’s the secret. If he had his way, the two of you would probably be on your honeymoon at this moment. Hell, your whole relationship and subsequent marriage would be a honeymoon. You’re the one letting him follow you around. You’re the one never giving him just what he wants.

But then again, you’re the one who keeps coming back. Conner’s the one that never left.

“Trust me,” you nod with a humored grin. “I don’t.”

Conner sighs and falls back down to rest behind you. “Good.”

Besides his breathing, then there is silence.

Really? Telling you to move in? Of course it doesn’t seem like such a big deal to him. Of course he has the solution to all the reasons why not. Your fairly certain that Conner hasn’t thought about this until mentioning it, but even then, how did he have all the answers so fast? Where would you stay? With him? Sandwiched between Conner and Wally West playing video games for the rest of your life? Dying after Donna Troy catches you accidentally stealing her lunch?

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” Conner begins, “but you should really stay the night.”

In response, you practically burst. “You hate being told what to do!” you say as you squirm in his arms. “Now you’re giving me suggestions?”

Conner sits up again so he can look down at you with a little frown. Luckily, it’s too nice of a view to be really scared of anything he could do. “Shh! You’re gonna get caught, Y/N.” Then Superboy’s eyes widen a little. “If you lived here, you wouldn’t have to be so quiet, either. You could just come through the front door.”

“Oh my God,” you squeeze your eyes closed. “Conner...”

One battle at a time.

“Fine,” you begrudge. “I’ll stay the night.”

Conner tightens his grip around your form happily in response. “Will you need any help in the morning?”

“No. No, I got it.”

Silence.

Say it. Say it. Say it.

“Conner? I, uh...”

Say it.

“I don’t have any sleeping clothes,” you lie.

“Sleeping?” you hear the boy behind you whisper. “I didn’t think we were going to be sleeping.”

“Now who’s going to get us in trouble?” you smirk. “Seriously though. I’ve been wearing my suit all day.”

“I can get you out of it.”

“You can’t just see through it?” you question. “Don’t you have X-Ray vision?”

Conner groans. “You’re ruining it.”

You smile. Conner’s the only partner of yours you realize you’re actually happy to be around. “I think you just want us to get caught.”

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Yayyy. Request finished. Next I have a Reverse Flash request, and then I should be good with the DC requests for now. Other than that I have some Jason Todd things, something for Damian and 2 fics for a character I haven’t written for before but are looking pretty good. I hope this satisfied the prompt that I was given in the request. Let me know anything you want or whatever.

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gangrenados · 4 years ago

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Sinful tragedy

Summary: Demystifying an old myth becomes a difficult task when you come face to face with it. Jason is a demon as old as time and will do anything to have you at his mercy.

(Demon!Jason Todd x reader)

-@astroherogirl ! Ilashka, my dear, thank you for being my right hand with this😚💖

-@me0nji thank you for letting me use you absolutely beautiful drawing 💖💖💖

Warning: since this is inspired in this picture it will contain certain topics that some people don't take too lightly and I understand, that's why if the church, nuns, demons and all that aspects makes you uncomfortable, please do not read this.

Also dub-con, blood, sex and possibly death, but in a kinder note it's not that kinky 🤷🏽‍♀️

This a more slutty Jason cuz I just got those vibes

You clutched at your jacket once the windy weather became too cold to handle. Nothing was more pleasant than walking by your own on the empty streets of Gotham on such night that gave you goosebumps anytime you looked at your sides.

People like you didn't last long in this city, they were easy prey for those who didn't care about others.

Both the living and the death haunted the fools who thoughts that just because the vigilantes lurked on the shadows their lives would be safe.

It was such a pity that tonight you belong in that vulnerable group. But you knew your friends weren't that far away, you could call for help and there would be an slim chance that you'll be okay.

Besides that, haunting for spirits was the most unreal thing in the world. It was a vain child tale, nothing would happen when you show up to the supposedly enchanted church.

The old myth of a demon as old as time that marauder the place looking like a nun was just that: a myth. The church looked like any normal church during daytime and it would be the same right now.

But your friends wanted more than that, they wanted to know the real thing. They convinced you to go there, swearing that you'll be watched on and will act if anything seems remotely wrong.

After all, the tale just talked about one person confronting the entity, one person to drive crazy.

You shook your heard, this stupid thoughts were tricking your brain into giving it power to something that didn't even existed. You made it clear to your friends you'd only do this to shut them up, after this they better get over this demon nonsense and get on the line.

But now that you were face to face with church you're will power dropped to the floor.

Underneath the pale moonlight it looked impressive, not even the scarred paint, fallen walls and graffities that adorned every surface could take way it's terrifying look.

You wanted to go back home, this was too much to handle; your whole body was starting to tremble, but you felt lured to go inside. It was like someone took over your body and made you walk, you were just a observant of your own actions.

Anxiety was starting to clog your mind, your breathing hitched on your throat as you found yourself in the mildly broken altar.

Dust covered the whole place making you not want to touch anything, but you still had the duty to prove if the myth of the nun was true or just an old tale.

"Fuck..." you said under your breath while finding the little to not will you had to start the call for old entities. You set your bag in the dusty floor and looked for two red candles and a little knife.

The light would bright the path between life and death, the red candles meaning your want to call out for the underworld and your blood an offer to the old demon. The only thing you had to do is cut your hand and pour the blood into the soft fire, but it was easier to say than done.

"Beneath the darkness within us, I call you to be proven" your words echoed on the building, making the fire fickle a little. You hoped you wouldn't forget the spell and the fire to not die so easily. " To show that I'm pure and worth of the heavenly kingdom above mortals..."

"Come and feed of my flesh and blood to see that I am not going to break in front of temptations." Your eyes danced across the hall, looking for a sign that this foolery was making effect. Nothing happened between the seats or beyond the building, everything was as calm as when you entered.

You couldn't deny that you felt silly for even thinking this was going to work, but still keep looking for something and the few paintings on the walls were something you couldn't take your eyes off.

A weird feeling grew on you, something was off and the way the fire died so abruptly was a clear prove of it.

"You know it's rude to stare?" That voice almost gave you a heart attack, you jumped backwards lightly as you hold your chest tightly.

A young man appeared from the sacristy, he walked up to you with a haughty, almost cheeky attitude and you could only frowned when you looked him up and down, the looked so out of place between the religious enviroment

His strong ars werecovered in fine black lingerie giving him a classy aspect, while the kinky black leather hugged his body perfectly, resalting his chest in a way that it made you wonder how it must feel dragging your fingers against his abs and pectorals.

He showed it proudly, making you feel shy around his boldness and the thoughts that crossed through your head, however, you couldn't hang your head, too embarrassed to see what's beyond the hips.

The stranger tapped impatiently against the chipped wooden floor, he dragged a puff from his cigar and exhaled the smoke slowly in the air." So, what are you doing here?"

You could ask the same question to such a particular man, although you rather hold that information on yourself and save the mockery. "It's not your business."

You sharp tone made him scoff, "So we have a fighter here!" the man said in a joyous tone that caused you to frown." It's been quite a while since i have seen one, but I'm not complaining..."

"The fuck you mean by that?"

He shrugged off as he throw the cigar on the floor and stomped it."Now you're forgetful? You called me, sweetheart."

Your heart felt to the floor as those words left his mouth and echoed in your head in painful motion. "So you're real?"

"Yes, and the name's Jason." The demon nodded, exposing a smile that you could spot two White fangs you guessed were Sharp enough to cut through skin."I know some people want to keep this nameless and shit, but I don't give a fuck if I'm being honest."

You were trapped surely, but you hadn't promised anything to him yet and maybe you could save yourself if you just leave before making a mistake. "Well do you wanna have some fun?" Jason took you by the waist, pulling you closer to him.

"I wanna make you happy, be your whore and let you do whatever the fuck you want to me." He whimpered wantonly as he took your hands and dragged them down his torse.

"I can be your little slut and you can be mommy..." A shiver ran down your spine when you had finally the chance to look him. The demon was beautiful, there was no lie about it.

His eyes looked benevolent as they shined brightly thanks to the faint light of the moon and the candles; also the few strands of white and black hair that escaped from the veil gave him a boyish look, but his smile was wicked. It made you feel preyed on even when he showed himself so submissive in front of you.

"I-I need to go...".You barely managed to stammer, pushing him away in a shy demeanor.

you were afraid of losing control in front of someone as dangerous as him. But Jason didn’t gave up easily. "No, baby!" he complained with a pout." I promise I'll be a good boy, just for you!, but don't leave me here all alone..."

Trembling, you shook your head. It was hard to get your words out of your mouth in such situation like this, you were unsure that this demon was stable, maybe he would throw a tantrum if you turned him down, however, you were too scared to the core to think about his feelings.

"I shouldn't be here, okay?, goodbye."

Faith returned to your senses as you could walk a few steps freely, the door wasn't far away from you and you could see the bright streetlights now.

By tomorrow this would be only a story you could tell to your friends, maybe the media would want to talk to you about the horny demon who begged to get down and dirty and quickly you'd writing a book.

But you had to push harder and it didn't matter how hard you tried to run, the hallway always expanded until it looked infinite.

"You're not going anywhere." Jason said behind you, capturing your wrist and yanking you backwards.

He trapped you between his arms in an iron grip, forcing you to look up to him; his features were hardened, the charming and slutty guy who welcomed was long forgotten and the only thing you could do was pray for it to come back.

"You wanna be with me right?" Jason asked in a wannabe sweet tonee that caused your stomach to twist.

It didn't matter how much you tried to fight the effect his eyes were luring you to give in." I want us to have a good time, can you do that for me princess?"

He caught your lips in a deadly kiss that you inly could return. Your mind was screaming, but you didn't care as long as your body felt good, and the way his hands roamed your body fire didn’t help either to keep your cool since it only build up a burning desire that the man who was holding could only extinguish it.

"I can do that." you assured with a ditzy smiley, finally losing any control over your actions.

You kneeled in front of Jason, your whole being foggy with the happiness of blowing him soon. So your hands graced softly the ropes on his stomach, tugging at the clips to the let go.

"C'mon, do it." Jason encouraged, running his gloved hands through your hair while you pulled down the leather clothing, letting his cock free for your delight.

You liked the shaft tentatively, swirling your tongue on the tip before giving it a cheeky kiss. Without wasting any more time you took his cock in your mouth.

You bobbed your head up and down softly tpo get adjusted to it, spittng saliva to make it more easier for you to go down.

It was encouragin the way Jason grabbed your hair, taking a fistful of it as he quick up the pace. “You take me cock so well, fuck...”

You wanted so bad to rub your throbbing pussy, it was becoming harder and harder to ignore. So clumsily, you decided to rub your legs, wishing the friction would ease the ache.

Jason chuckled lightly when he saw you." Do you want more?"He forced you to go deeper, grunting when you swirled your tongue on his dick." Do you want me to fuck that little cunt of yours?"

You locked him up with tears pricking your eyes, Jason was delighted to see you in such estate. He wondered how you would look with his cum covering your face.

He pushed you away, a string of saliva connected his cock to your mouth which broke the instant that the demon pushed you to the ground.

You pushed down your pants and panties inmedialty and pulled your legs apart.

Jason shook his head, "I want you to take everything off, sweetheart." He took the hem of shirt and pulled it up.

Taking advantage of the closeness, you took Jason's face in your hands and steal a kiss that quickly became a more heated one.

"I want you to fuck me." you said breathlessly as Jason went down to kiss your body, nibbling and licking a trail of sloppy kisses that went from your neck your breasts.

The air got caught in your throat when his fangs brushed against your hard nipple. "Fuck!" you gasped as he sucked at the tiny bud graciously while he rubbed your soaked core.

You moved your hips up unconsciously, you wanted to feel more than just a simple heat wave.

His movements were a dirty torture on your clit, it was not enough and the question of how his cock would feel inside you gnawed at you.

"Please Jason" you asked in a muffled groan, he just nodded without stopping masturbating you. "Fuck me."

"whatever you want, babe" He pecked your lips softly as he rubbed the tip of his cock in your cunt.

"No more teasing!" your cries were quickly interrupted as he pushed his dick into your throbbing cunt in a slow way.

You let yourself hang when Jason started to thrust, it was slow even gentle pace at first just making sure you got adjusted to his size. However, it didn't lasted much longer as Jason started to speed up.

You were moving back and forth roughly, luckily you had your legs wrapped on Jason's torso to keep balance because.

Jason was fucking your mind away, nothing more than his moans and your pleasure that was slowly pushing you to be at his mercy.

It didn't matter that this man was an underground creature as long as he keeps fucking you like this.

However, the faint eyes of the saints were seeing you straight in the eye, following any move you made like they were judging. They felt sorry for you, a poor sould doomed by it's ego and need to prove themselves to others.

They prayed for your sould to get saved from the claws of that monster.

The moment your blood poured slowly to the floor you locked gazes with the only virgin who lasted through all this time of root in this dammed church, she was smiling softly with her arms open.

The only pure light within the darkness.

"You look so pretty like this, being a cock whore suits you well..." He chuckled in a low tone, quickly followed by a few grunts." Do you wanna be my slut forever, sweetheart?"

You felt pathetic at how quickly you nodded. Yeah, maybe you were too deep in his control to think by yourself, your mind was fogged and the only straight thought you could make out was the way this demon was fucking you silly.

You needed more of this, you wanted to be his own toy regardless of how hard that might be.

Jason shook his head with a cynical smile, overjoyed by your enthusiasm.

It was nice to have someone to play with after a long time. You could be useful as a fleshlight whenever he gets bored, and if he gets tired of you then getting ride of that issue wouldn't be that hard anyway.

"You're so doomed, baby." he graced you cheeck whit his thumb and you leaned to the touch, glad to make happy your new master.

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nightowlfandom · 4 years ago

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Fortune Teller! Park Jimin - I Wanna Take You Down My Path

So huge credit to @smallestplanets on Twitter for the inspiration behind this imagine. To my knowledge the requesting person got permission from the artist for me to use this as inspiration. Let me emphasize that I take no credit for this art or the idea of a fortune teller alternate universe. If the owner of the artwork would like me to take the picture off this post then I will. That being said you should go support them because their art is top tier!

Credit for this ask goes to @youmaiiwasherebeforeu

hallo! can u please make a oneshot w explicit smut and fluffo of dis fortune teller jimin and oc?? like timid and quiet oc w this DOMINATING man. if ur not ok w this than it's ok. I asked the artist who created this masterpiece permission to ask for a oneshot using their piece. if u do make this, please include this ask in the post as well. @smallestplanets requested this.

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Disclaimer- Nasty Time with a dude you just met....hehe VERY SLIGHT Bloodplay

Okay so I didn’t do that much smut...sorrryy! If you want I can rewrite it! Or something else you might want!

LEGGO

.....

There was nothing like the Summer Festival that rolled around every year. It was like the citizens set aside their differences and just have fun. Everyone was so happy. You just adored the smell of fresh flowers showering from up above. People wore all sorts of fun colorful costumes that lit up the festivities even more.

“Y/N! You’ve got to see this!” one of your friends called you over to a street performer. A singer with a guitar, wearing a large sparkling purple top hat with a matching blazer. You joined the crowd in hearing the man sing. You were so lost in the music that you didn’t notice the man standing right across from you in the little circle the crowd had made around the performer.

You had found it in yourself to look up. He was looking right at you, so your eyes met almost instantly. You held back a slight gasp. This man was dressed in a crisp dark grey jacket with an ivory colored shirt underneath. His hair had looked like he had just rolled out of bed and the wind wasn’t helping either.

“Hey Y/N! we’re gonna go on the rides! We’ll catch up!”

You didn’t even process your friends parting ways with you. You felt like he was trying to study you. You would have stared longer had somebody not completely rammed into you, sending you straight to the floor.

“Owww” You whined.

“Allow me.” a soft spoken voice cut through the air. The same man from before was standing above you, his pale hand outstretched towards you. “That looked painful.”

“Thank you.” you didn’t think twice before lacing his fingers within yours. You stood to your feet.

“First time?”

“Excuse you?” you were a bit taken aback. “W-what did you just say?” you raised an eyebrow.

“At the festival.” he clarified, a slight smile teasing the corners of his mouth.

“Oh...No. I come here every year.” you replied, suddenly feeling very silly. “I’ve never seen you here before.” you tried to make conversation. “I mean, is this your first time here?”

“I like to be in the background.” he shrugged. “I’m surprised you haven’t stumbled across my booth.”

“Booth?” you repeated. Maybe it was because you always hung in the back, but you’d remember someone looking like him around.

“Yes.” he nodded, that teasing smile still gracing his face. “Interested?”

Something in you trusted him, even though you had just met him. He seemed welcoming, inviting even. “Hm, what’s the matter? Scared.”

“No.” you scoffed, laughing a little. “It’s just I don’t know your name.”

“Right, I just didn’t expect to get this far.” he shoved his hands in his pocket. “Guess I didn’t see that one coming.”

The way he said ‘that one’ made you curious.

“I’m Y/N.” you smiled.

“Jimin.” he replied. “Feel like taking a chance on the future?” He removed his right hand from his pocket and held it out to you, waiting.

“Fortune teller?” you guessed.

“I like to think of it as...a guardian that leads people on the right path. I wanna take you down my path.” he winked.

Call it adventurous, call it crazy...but you wanted to know more. So you grabbed his hand. “You knew I’d do that didn’t you?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“No...but I was hoping.” he winked. Jimin began leading you to a tent looking room with black curtains. “Take a seat.” he let go you you, leaving your fingers cold. There was a table with two chairs on either side. There was a deck of cards, three white candles, a strange looking blade, all sitting on a red velvety tablecloth. You sat in the chair closest to the entrance of the curtain.

Jimin sat across from you, his aura now completely different. He seemed focused, intent on breaking down your barriers to see through you. Your eyes darted down to the strange knife, which was about to slide off the table.

“Hey, be carefu- OUCH!” You tried to grab the handle, only to have it slide off the table and nick you in the process. Your index finger was bleeding. The wound wasn’t deep enough to require medical attention, but it hurt like hell.

“I knew that’d happen.” Jimin’s voice didn’t waver nor change.

“Shit. I’m such a klutz.” you complained. “Sorry about that-”

“No worries. Give me your hand, I’ll help you out.”

Without thinking, you held your hand out. You though that maybe he had a napkin on him or something. You were taken aback to see Jimin raising your hand to his mouth.

“What are you-”

His tongue darted out and slid down your finger, You could feel his wet tongue slither around your finger. You could see the red collecting on the tip on his tongue.

It took a minute to snap out of it. but your hand back.

“I don’t know what you problem is bu-”

Before you could finish your statement you saw something flash before you eyes.

You were laid against a plush surface, writhing under a scorching hot body. Sweat ran down your back.

“I knew you were mine the minute I laid eyes on you.” a voice cut through the air. “Mine, m-mine.”

“Hey Jimin! Come look at this!”

“Must we stop and look at every cute animal we come across?”

“Umm yes?”

“Jimin, don’t you ever get tired of knowing the future? Doesn’t that take the fun out of life?”

“What do you mean?”

“Knowing everything before it happens...Seems kinda sad.”

“Well that’s one way of looking at it. I never thought of it that way”

...

“P-please don’t make me order by myself!”

“My darling it isn’t that bad.”

“Do you want the world to explode?!”

...

You had no idea what the hell just happened, and you weren’t sure if you liked it or not. “What the hell was that?”

“Your future.” Jimin’s voice was wavering. Almost as if he wasn’t expecting that ‘vision’. “And apparently mine.”

“Oh.” You went completely quiet now. You had no idea how to respond. “W-wow.” Suddenly you were overcome with a large bounty of fear. You literally just saw you future with a man whom you just met. How the hell were you supposed to respond?! You instantly felt small. As if you were shrunk down to size and the world was way too big to navigate through.

“Um...I should go.” Jimin rose to his feet and left without another word. He disappeared through the curtains and didn’t look back. You stared longingly, part of you hoping he’d return.

...(Hours later)

You hadn’t run into your friends all afternoon, and you were too in a daze to even try and look for them. Last you saw, they were headed for the circus tent.

The festive bright colors had dulled to red, black, and purple as far as the eye could see. It looked straight out of a vampire romance novel. You tried not to think about Jimin all day since your interaction, but you couldn’t.

“You know what, fuck him.” you seethed. “He’s lucky I didn’t call the cops on his ass.” you stopped in place.

“Free mask?” a woman came up to you, holding out a gem encrusted masquerade. “Enjoy the festival the right way.” She had white gloves on that matched her own mask that covered her entire face. You took a look around and many people were wearing all sorts of different masks. “Don’t worry each one is special. You won’t find another one like it.”

“Sure...thank you.” you smiled politely. As the woman walked away, you slipped the mask on. Lucky for you, you could see just fine. As you got your mask on, you could see a man in the distance, wearing a sparkly black mask that kind of reminded you of the mask from Phantom Of The Opera.

You didn’t think much of it. In fact, you continued walking. You ignored everyone else. You were gonna enjoy yourself until morning.

“Ladies and Gents! The fireworks show is about to begin!!”

You found yourself wandering to the back of the crowd, leaning against a tree. It felt nice. It was almost like your own personal show.

“Beautiful isn’t it?”

“Very.” you breathed in response. His presence could be felt like a space heater.

“I was thinking about you...”

“Really?” you hummed thoughtfully. “Before or after you left me sitting with a bleeding hand?” you turned around to face Jimin, his sparkling black mask seemingly glowing under the fireworks.

“I didn’t know how to process it.” he explained. “It’s the first time I’ve ever come across a vision like that.”

“I can see that.” you shrugged. “So what do you want then?”

“Meet me back at my tent.”

And so here you were, arms crossed and dragging your feet to follow Jimin back to his tent. A woman was standing outside the tent and all Jimin had to do was nod her way for her to walk away.

The second you both went through the tent, you were taken into his arms.

Jimin kissed you passionately, walking you backwards towards the now empty table. He gently pushed you down, letting you land on the hard table.

Jimin stared at you, particularly the rise and fall of your chest. He knew the blood was rushing to your had, because he was going through the same thing. Without thinking, you reached out and took his mask off.

“Don’t cover your scar.” you smiled sadly.

He mirrored your face and removed your mask. “Only if you don’t cover your face.”

Whoever took whose clothes off first didn’t matter.

Slowly, he slid in, his jaw going slack as he felt you tighten around him.

“I’ve been waiting for this.” he whimpered. “You don’t know how badly I need this, how badly I want this.”

His touch was scorching hot, like fire against your naked skin. “Do you trust me?”

You wordlessly nodded. All the motivation he needed. He took his pinky finger nail, which you noticed was very sharp and poked your shoulder.

He neared closer and collecting the blood on his tongue.

“Wanted to gaze into the future again?” you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Could you blame me?”

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stardancerluv · 5 years ago

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Blood and Kisses

Summary: You encounter an ex. & you date Roman Sionis

⚠️Warning ⚠️: Abusive slaps, Torture, Blood & Implied Smut! I also make a silly reference to Ewan McGregor!

Dedicated to @theblackmaskclub 💪🏻we may have had horrible ex-boyfriends but we can’t let them still rule us! Any of you who has horrible exes...let Roman save you reading this!

Life, was looking up. On most Fridays and Saturdays, you sang at the Black Mask club. Sure you were singing for the guests, you actually sang for your boyfriend and owner of the Black Mask, Roman Sionis.

At the moment, you happily swung a few shopping bags from your hands. Roman, had told you to go shopping and have fun! Zsasz, waited for you. Leaning against the car he waited, he was able smoke. Something, Roman found disgusting, well unless it was occasional cigar.

You, were almost done. One more stop, you wanted to grab something for Roman. You had your eye on something special.

“Hey there you are!”

You knew that voice, you froze. It felt like you were filled suddenly with ice. It was a bright, sunny summer day in Gotham. You, turned and saw your ex lumbering down the sidewalk. You tried to walk faster.

He grabbed your arm and pulled you around to face him. “You stupid bitch, I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

You bags went flying. “I left.” You said in a weak voice.

“Did I tell you that you could?” He back handed you.

You called out, dazed you tried to make eye contact with the occasional passerby. Nobody seemed to care. “No.” You wilted in his hand. “Can’t you just leave me alone?”

“I love you, I never wanted you to leave.”

You glared at him. “You don’t treat people like that if you love them.” He back handed you again. You screamed.

“Look, I’m sorry.” He paused. “But it looks like you have been losing your way.....what the fuck!”

He let go of you. Your legs turned to jelly, you collapsed amongst your shopping bags. Looking up, you saw Victor turn him around and punched him hard in the stomach. When he fell to his knees, Zsasz bent over him. “Want to hit someone? Hit me. But it will be the last you do.” He said, in a tone you had never heard him use.

Your coward of an ex ran.

Zsasz, turned you. “Oh...Y/N damn it. Who the hell was that.”

You shook. “My ex.”

He just shook his head. He offered you his hand. You took it. “Let’s get you back to Roman.”

*****

When you got back to the club you tried to get Victor to forget about it. “Roman, doesn’t need to know.” You tugged at his arm. “Let me, at least go and clean up.” He shook his head.

“No, Roman needs to know.”

Roman, looking as magnificent as always was sitting in the middle of then club watching the rehearsal. He was reclining in his chair munching on some popcorn.

He turned towards you two, you immediately stepped behind Victor. You didn’t want Roman to see the blood or most likely the bruises. “Roman, needs to know what?”

Victor, stepped aside you couldn’t hide.

“What the fuck!” Roman bellowed. His eyes grew huge. You tried to hold up a hand.

Whispering, came from the girls and a few of the guys. He turned to the hushed voices. “All of you stop your whispers. “Get out of here.”

They moved slowly away. “What did I fucking say? Get out of here now!” They all finally left and it was just the three of you.

You, try and turn away, trying to gather yourself. You had not wanted this kind of baggage with Roman.

He turned back to the two of you, he took a breath. “Baby, why are hiding?” He looked at Victor.

Victor, you looked at you. “Y/N, I need to know too.”

You took a breath and tucked some hair behind your ear. You took a step closer.

“Y/N, what the fuck happened to you.”

He closed the distance between the two of you.

“Oh baby, what the fuck?” He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. “Tell me what animal did this.”

“My ex, he found me.” You began to shake and cry in his arms.

“I was waiting for Y/N to get done shopping. When I heard her scream. I looked over and saw this asshole back handing her.”

He looked down at you. “Oh baby.” He kissed the top of your head again. “Baby, look at me.” You slowly do, your eyes were watery. “I can’t let him think this was alright.”

“I..I..never wanted you to deal with this.” You shook a little.

“Baby, you’re my girl. I care about you.” Don’t you worry about anything. Victor and I can handle it. Any idea where he could be?”

You nod. “He always goes to McGregor’s Pub in northern Gotham.”

*****

“There he is.” Victor pointed to your ex stumble out of the bar around three in the morning.

“Go and get that fucker.” Roman, sat forward in the seat to look. You were curled up sleep beside him. Vivd shades of purple smattered across your face from where he slapped you. Easing back, he took more of your head back into his lap. He gently brushed the hair out of your face.

In very quick order, Victor and one of Roman’s other goons grabbed him and stuffed him in the car ahead of the one Roman sat in. They sped off to the docks. Victor dusting his hands off got behind the wheel and began to drive you and Roman to the docks.

“Is she still asleep?”

“Yeah.” He whispered. “I was gonna wake her once we got there.”

*****

“I’ll see you inside boss.”

“Baby...baby wake up.”

You stirred, your eye lashes flittered, a smile spread across your face but then you winced.

He smiled down at you. Gently, he caressed your cheek with his gloved hand. “We got him.”

“You do?” You sat up, turning towards him.

He smiled and nodded. “I’m about to go in there handle things, would you like to come in and help make him suffer...or do you want to wait out here. The last thing he wanted was to force you into something you didn’t want.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“That’s what I want to hear. Let’s get in there.”

Opening the door, he slid out and offered you and hand which you took and slid out yourself.

As he straighten his suit jacket he watched as you straightened your dress, a girl right after his own heart. “I wore this so I could look good for you.”

“You caught me looking?” He rose an eyebrow.

“Yes.” A flush of pink filled her cheeks, he liked that much better then the purple.

“Well, baby you look dynamite.” He offered his arm.

*****

“You look just as amazing.” And you kissed his cheek.

“Thank you.”

When you walked in you relinquished his arm so he could do whatever he wanted to do. You stood back to watch. Looking ahead of Roman, you saw Alex hanging from the rafter of whatever this place was or had been.

“Hello, Alexander Thompson. Usually, when someone ends up here it’s because they personally offended me.” He drew closer. “Today, it came to my attention that you like to hit women.”

You could hear Alex scream against the duck tape that covered his mouth. It made you smile. You drew closer yourself.

“In this case, you hit my girl.” Roman, grabbed him by his hair and ripped off the duct tape, probably took some skin and hair. He screamed again.

“I don’t even fucking know who you are man.” He whimpered.

“I am Roman fucking Sionis.”

Looking past Roman, you saw the fear spread across his face it was delicious.

“And no one fucks with me.”

You came up to Roman’s side. “You will have to show him what happens when someone fucks with his girl.”

“Y/N....what...what?”

You smiled and shrugged. “After I ran away, I pulled myself together. I met him and now well, he’s gonna make you pay for all the beatings and....” You swallowed hard. “The time you raped me.”

“You love me. You will always love me.”

Roman reached into his pocked, he took out a knife which he slid open the rubbing of the metal echo through the empty room.

“Shall I start?” Roman slid you a look.

“Yes.”

“Spectacular. Victor, hold this asshole.”

Roman, went closer. “I’m tired of you wagging your tongue. Give it to me.”

Alex, just shook his head, his mouth sealed. Roman, hit him with the butt of the knife that he held in his fist.

Alex’s mouth popped open and Roman grabbed his tongue, he whimpered. He tried to wiggle free. “That’s not a good idea.” He warned. He looked at a henchman that was nearby. “Get a new piece of duct tape ready.” Tape was ready in moments.

“Not sure, if you wanna see this.” He looked at you.

“No, I’m ready.”

“Alright.” In very quick move, he sliced off half his tongue. Blood sprayed some of his suit jacket, the red a sharp contrast to the white. Made you inhale sharply, your heart picking up speed.

The henchman came over shoved Alex’s mouth shut. Taped it and then added more tape. He was howling behind the tape. He hung over him. “Well we won’t be hearing from you anymore.” He smirked dropping the bit of tongue on him.

Still smirking, he looked over at you. That’s when you saw that some of the blood had splattered across his handsome face.

The sight made a knot of desire hit you hard. It stole your breath.

“Wanna have some fun?” He offered you the blood knife, your fingers tingled. There would be no turning back. You nodded, taking it, you moved the knife from one hand to the other, you enjoyed seeing how the red contrasted your skin.

“Yes.”

You tilted your head to one side. “Where should I use this?”

He whimpered.

You slashed his cheeks, making a little a X on each cheek. “Fuck you.” You spat in his face. “Here you go.” You handed Roman his knife back. He closed the knife and put it back into his pocket.

“Nice....Wooo!” He gave a cheer.

He pointed, at the henchmen with the duct tape, go and get the car started. You are driving us back. The man nodded. “Victor, you can do whatever you want. And then clean it up.” He shed his gloves, dropped them

He offered you his hand, happily you took it. He pulled you close. “You are amazing.” And he kissed you. Finally breaking the kiss, he smirked. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

It didn’t take long, but you two were back at the car. The henchman, opened the door for you two, when you neared. “Thank you.” You said sweetly. Then you slid in.

Roman, followed you afterward he leaned over and pushed a small button the wall of the car. A small divider went up. “He can’t hear us?” You pointed to at it.

Roman, nodded. “Now, get over here.”

Within a breath you straddled him. “Fuck, watching you.” Your lips met and hungrily your tongues met. Your heart was threatened to beat against your chest.

You pulled back looking at him, seeing the blood. “Damn, Roman that was so hot.”

“Show me.”

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isnt-that-something · 5 years ago

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NOT MY CHILD

So I was deeply inspired by an ask answered by @bigoltrashpile about what their Mafia boys would do if their child had been abused at the daycare they had been using (Ask here)and I was particularly taking with Noir and Scar’s reactions. I asked and @bigoltrashpile said it was alright if I wanted to flesh out the scene a little more. Here is what I imagined for Noir. I’ll try and do Scar tomorrow some time. It’s my first fic (does this count? I don’t know) so I hope I did ok. Let me know if I messed up something, it’s late and I’m tired but I HAD to type it out before it left me. XD Story below the cut so I’m not eating up anyone’s feed space. I hope you enjoy!

Noir strode through the daycare doors, his face a teeming thunder cloud of anger. The call he had received simply stated that he needed to come to the daycare immediately, so help him if he was getting pulled out of an important "meeting" for another silly conference over juice boxes (GET OVER IT LINDA, NOT EVERY CHILD WANTS APPLE JUICE, GRAPE IS AN OPTION) he was going to box someone. Shock roots him to floor of the entry way as he lays eyes on his child, who was red eyed from crying and one swelling shut from a nasty bruise already forming. Shock passed quickly back to anger stronger and fiercer than before. His long legs made short work of crossing the room to kneel by his child. He gently sweeps his leather gloves under their chin to inspect the injury, already bright purple and deepening by the second with a deep groove craved into their tender skin cutting into their flesh in harsh swipe. As he opens his mouth to ask what happened someone else entered the room and his child violently flinched out of his grasp breaking eye contact to stare tearfully at the floor. He whipped his head to face the new comer. Eyes narrowed as he recognized newest staff member that the center had hired in desperation when they were left abruptly shorthanded when two of their senior team members had gotten married the previous year and were now on maternity leave welcoming their own little one into the world. His first encounter with her was shortly after her hire at yet another parent staff meeting, her smile had grown taunt and her tone terse upon introductions and she seemed confused as to why a skeleton monster was there in attendance with a human child. After she'd seemed to find issue with everything he had suggested be done at the center. In this moment she looked down at the two and explained in a fake sickly sweet voice that she had no idea what had happened to Noir's child but suspected that perhaps the other children didn't like that they had a monster for a parent and that they child was a victim of bullying. "You know how children can be, especially to someone that just doesn't fit in." she said practically biting the last words out.

Noir rose to his full height and stared down at her, his frown deepening as she took an instinctive step back with distaste flashing across her face. Under his stony gaze she tittered nervously a hand raising to flick her hair behind her shoulder, a ring with a large gaudy stone catching the light, his child flinched violently behind him. His eyes flicked down once again taking in the injury. All this washed over him, coupled with the feeling of his child's trembling fingers clenching the back of his slacks, left absolutely no doubt in his mind exactly who had been bullying his child and why: monster hater. Fury quickly overtook Noir and he broke free of his child's grasp and he advanced quickly to the new aid. His wrathful expression caused her eyes to widen as she was struck dumb with the realization that she had well and truly F'ed up.

He harshly grabbed her arm and before she could think to utter even a single word of protest he had harshly wheeled them out the door and into an adjacent alley. Indignant stutters flew from her lips has she tried to shake free from his iron grasp.

"Let me go this instant! Just what do you think you're doing?!" she shrieked in a high pitched voice that ended in a violent huff as he whirled her none to gently against the brick wall that was nearly as cold and unforgiving as he felt.

"I THINK THE BETTER QUESTION IS WHAT YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING. HOW DARE YOU LAY YOUR HANDS ON A CHILD. AND MY CHILD AT THAT!" He spat in her face which quickly lost whatever color she had left in her placid face.

"I-I don't know-"

" LIKE HELL YOU DON'T!" his hand flashes our like a cobra striking taking her wrist and yanking it eye level, nearly yanking her off the ground in the process, the gaudy ring flashing in the waning sun light tarnished by a flecks of blood that she had clearly not managed to properly wash away before his arrival. His grip tightens on her wrist and she gasps in pain and fear as her eyes rest on the damning ring that his eyelights were fiercely burning with their focus. Her mouth opened again to try and plead with him only to be cut off has he once again flung her against the wall, with more force than before violently knocking the wind out of her as she fell to her knees.

"SAVE IT. I WILL NOT WASTE MY TIME LISTENING TO THE MEWLING WHIMPERING OF A WORTHLESS CUR THAT WOULD HURT A CHILD THAT WAS LEFT IN THEIR CARE FOR SOMETHING AS PATHETIC AS SPECIESISM." Noir snarled as he glared down at the pitiful creature kneeling before him torn between wanting to settle this "properly" against his need to go in and tend to his child. As his instincts waged war in his mind her quivering form and tear filled eyes made him think of how his child must have looked before her when she dared raise he hand to them. With that in mind he knew exactly what he wanted to do. He removed his gloves and tucked them in his pockets before suddenly backhanding her across the face, the brutal crack echoed down the alley way as she collapsed to the ground. As she shakenly pushed herself off the ground blood dripped from the five slashes cut into her skin by his claw like phalanges, four long and deep with the fifth short and shallow. She flinched violently as he loomed closer grabbing her face to force her to meet his eyelights heated gaze.

"I Want You To Leave This City And Never Come Back. Consider This A Parting Lesson And Reminder, Never Lay Hands On A Child And Never Let Me See You Face Again. If I Do These Marks," he quietly sneered as he flicked his thumb over the open wounds roughly "Will Be Here." he moved hand to span her throat and grasped it harshly. "Now... Run" Noir growled deeply as he flung the woman towards the entrance of the alley and as soon as she regained her feet under her she took off running.

He pulled a napkin from his jacket and swiftly wiped his claws before putting his gloves back on and made his way back into the Daycare to care for his child. After caring to their wounds with the sites med kit and making several calls. One of which to the horrified owner of the establishment who rushed in to check on all of the children while trying to make arrangements to have a replacement aid hired as soon as possible. She apologized over and over about what had happened and was absolutely mortified that something like this had even happened. Noir helped calm her as she was genuinely upset. He gave her some contact information of some people that would know some more suitable replacements and even offered to stay to help watch the children so that she could interview that day. Butch nearly died of a SoulStroke when he came looking for Noir and to "see wat's takin so damn long" and he came walking in to the daycare to see Noir divested of his suit jacket and tie with tots of various ages clambered over his body as he attempted to read "The Tales of Fluffy Bunny" to the giggling hoard of kids.

As for the aid... she took Noir's words to heart. She ran down the road, across the street, clearing blocks as quick as her feet could take her. When they failed her she quickly hailed a cab and told them "Take me as far from this damn city as you can!!!". She finally settled in a city hundreds of miles away, she paid out the nose for people to collect all her belongings from her former home and bring them to her new one. She was never able to get a job in child care again as her previous employer made sure to tell everyone that she was an abuser and a monsterphobe to boot.

#bigoltrashpile #mafiabros #mafiatale #mafiafell #Mafiaswapfell #baby's first fic #please forgive any grammar or spelling issues #formatting?#Whats that?

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mowmowmice · 5 years ago

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Secret Santa!!

🥺🥺 originally this was on a google docs because i don’t really write much, but hey I decided to post it to tumblr since it would be easier to access.

there’s no real title to this, just some nice adrienette fluff for my secret santa! @gryffindorcls

also @chatnoirinette if u wanted it SKSKSKS

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Wearing a fancy holiday outfit as opposed to her usual outfit for school was, in hindsight, not the greatest idea when the temperature was a mere 20 degrees outside. Being completely honest, Marinette had been on the fence to begin with about the outfit, but Alya had assured her that it would be worth it.

‘Worth it’ wasn't the phrase Marinette would use. Discarding her usual pink and gray color scheme, she found herself wearing a bright red and white dress, ending just above her knees. Underneath the dress she wore regular black tights, and small black heels to match. The outfit itself wasn’t a problem-designing it herself had been a fun challenge, and showing it off to the class had made the effort pay off nicely. The problem was that it was practically a blizzard outside. Walking home, Marinette was positive she’d be stuck at home sick by tomorrow.

Still, the day was a success in her books. Well, mainly. Of course, Adrien wasn’t there to see it-hardly a surprise. He had said the day before that his father had planned a photoshoot the day before Christmas break, but Marinette held onto hope that just maybe…

Her hope was in vain. Marinette enjoyed herself immensely, but she couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment that Adrien couldn’t have celebrated with the rest of them. If anybody deserved to, it would’ve been him. She hoped that wherever he was, he was having fun. Letting out a breath that was visible to the naked eye, Marinette wrapped her arms around her body and began the long trudge home, absolutely wishing she had thought to bring a jacket like her mother suggested the night before.

Before she could get far, headlights in the distance caught Marinette’s attention. The girl was puzzled. Why would anybody be driving in this weather, much less in a car that looked as though it was brand new? Marinette hoped whoever it was in the car would pass by quickly. It was always so awkward having strangers pity you for not wearing a warm enough coat on a walk in winter. And Marinette dealt with that enough for today-Alya and Rose both berated her the entire time for not bringing a good winter coat-.

As the car approached, Marinette stared at the ground to avoid any unneeded eye contact. What she wasn’t expecting, however, was the car to slow down right in front of her. When Marinette first noticed this, she immediately began to speed up without looking from the ground. Was someone after her? Was she going to get kidnapped? Or robbed? Her worries were unfounded though, because pretty soon a voice-a familiar voice-cut out over the gusting wind.

“Marinette! Hey, Marinette!”

The girl looked up, barely believing it. The car-no, the limo stopped in front of her, that was..that was Adrien’s car! Her cheeks flushed bright red, and not because of the cold. Marinette pulled strands of her bangs out of her eyes, pausing in her steps to turn around and look at him. Unfortunately, she couldn’t stop the violent shivers sent down her back, her hands clutching at her arms and crossed over her chest.

Adrien had gotten out of the car, in a very fitting coat only the best designers wore. He had gloves on, but his blonde hair was freely whipping around with the wind. When he spoke, he had to shout to be heard. “What are you doing, Marinette? It’s freezing out!”

If Marinette wasn’t already embarrassed, now she was absolutely mortified. He probably thought her so strange, wearing such a dress in the dead of winter. Trying to find her voice (and also remain calm, because Adrien) Marinette spoke out against the wind. “I-Well, uh-“ Oh no. She was rambling now, rambling and she couldn’t stop. “No ride home! Have to walk. Um, bye!” Turning around on her heel, Marinette began to speed walk the opposite direction, already cursing her bad luck. Why, oh why whenever Adrien was around she just couldn’t get anything done!? It was so unfair!

Before Marinette could get far, a tight but warm grip on her arm stopped her. She looked up at the hand, face to face with Adrien. Up close, you could see his cheeks and nose begin to get red because of the cold. He wore an expression of puzzlement, but also something akin to amusement. “I can't just leave you here to walk home! You’ll be an icicle by the time we get back.” He laughed, though it was barely heard through the warring wind around them. “Let me take you home. I already asked Gorilla when I saw you.”

Marinette let out a soft squeak, trying not to look too panicked at the idea that Adrien-Adrien, was offering her a ride home! The very idea was something that she could barely even process in her mind at the moment, but it seemed that her silence was taken as a hearty acceptance for Adrien. “Great!” The blonde’s words barely reached her ears, and as soon as she heard them he was already pulling her back towards the car. Marinette made no move to remove her arm or resist his gentle tugging, but she also seemed to be frozen in place at the moment, and probably couldn’t have done either of those things if she tried.

Adrien shot her a cheeky grin that made Marinette’s already inflamed cheeks burn, but before she could respond appropriately (like faint, for instance) he had already opened the car door and slowly let go of her hand. Marinette, for a moment, allowed herself the despair of feeling his warm grip slowly slip away from her hands, until she realized she was being silly and quickly stepped into the car. Adrien got in next to her, nodding to Gorilla, and immediately turned his attention to Marinette.

“You look really pretty today, Marinette. Was the party really that fun?” Marinette seemed to barely hear him, as her heart had soared at his word choice and she seemed lost in her own headspace. Finally though, regaining a sense of composure (as much as she could muster around Adrien anyways) Marinette offered an embarrassed, though a fairly confident smile. “Yes! It was really fun-I..well, I thought it would be nice to dress up for a bit. Not for any particular reason, of course, but because I wanted to! I think everyone there liked it but, maybe I should’ve saved it for a warmer day.” Through her rambling Marinette got increasingly more fidgety, worried that with every pause she was saying the wrong thing over and over. Eventually her gaze fluttered towards the shoes that she was wearing, determinedly staring there instead of anywhere else.

“I bet everyone thought you looked amazing, Marinette.” Adrien said kindly, looking at her with warm, sparkling green eyes. Marinette dared to look up again, her face glowing, but a small smile managed to worm its way out of her. “T-Thank you, Adrien. That means a lot coming from you.” For a moment, the two stayed in silence, before Marinette realized her mistake. “I-I mean because..because you’re so famous! And Gabriel Agreste’s son! Not-not that I wouldn’t value your opinion if you weren’t, but-oh I’m going to shut up now.” Marinette buried her face in her hands, avoiding anymore confrontation. Of course she had to screw everything up. What was even worse was that Adrien had stayed silent throughout her entire babbling, reaching forward to whisper something to his bodyguard once she finished.

He’s going to kick me out. I just know it. Her miserable thoughts were little comfort to her right now, but she knew she deserved them all. She just had to mess everything up. Tikki would be amused by this, for sure, but Marinette knew that the kwami would also harbor a fair amount of disappointment. Marinette had been working so hard on trying to talk to Adrien normally, and now she was back to square one. Even worse, Adrien probably thought she was such a loser.

The silence wore on for a few more minutes, until Gorilla stopped the limo. Marinette lifted her face out of her hands, avoiding Adrien’s eye completely and reaching the handle for the door. “Thank you for the ride ho-“ She stares at the window, blinking comically. This..this was not her house. This wasn’t even near her house.

This was Andre’s ice cream cart.

Marinette looked at Gorilla, her mouth agape. “I’m sorry sir, I didn’t know you needed my directions. You just take a left-“ Adrien’s soft laughter cut her off mid sentence, and she turned to look at him, completely puzzled. After he stopped laughing, he looked at her with a dazzling smile. “You seem a bit stressed out. I thought we could get some ice cream before you go home.”

There were loads of things that Marinette could’ve said at the moment, and her brain chose the worst possible option. “It’s the middle of winter.” She stammered, then immediately clamped her jaws shut. He was trying to do something nice, and once again she had to put to question every possible thing he did. Was she trying to make him hate her? Adrien suddenly looked bashful, rubbing the back of his neck and not looking at her. “Well-yeah, I know. I just thought that, well..ice cream always make things better, no matter what season it’s in. But if you don’t want it, that’s completely fine! I just thought..” He trailed off, shrugging and shooting her a small smile.

Marinette, bless her heart, had been extremely aware that she would not mess this up a second time. Before he even finished she had stumbled the words “I’d love to!” Out of her mouth, and was too preoccupied with getting that ice cream to even wait for him to respond back. Marinette quickly shoved the door open and stepped out, the wind whipping against her hair and skin. She shivered, but she knew that she wouldn’t take this opportunity for granted, no matter how cold she was. Adrien ran around the back to catch up, tugging his scarf more securely over his neck. He took one look at Marinette, then quickly grabbed his scarf (the one Marinette designed) removed it from his neck, and wrapped it around her neck. Marinette let out a soft squeak, but if he heard, he didn’t say anything.

“You looked cold.” Was his only response to the look she gave him (which, unfortunately did not answer her question of “please marry me”)

With that, Adrien had moved forward to Andre, greeting the vendor with a smile so perfect that it had to have been practiced for years. Marinette followed, trying to focus on getting through the snow and not burying her face in the scarf and practically living in his perfume. Between the cold and the fact that he had put his scarf around her, Marinette scarcely noticed the faint scent of Camembert lingering around her neck.

Andre looked at them with bright eyes, as if he were waiting all day for some customers to come by. “Ah-two of my favorite customers! What will it be, yes? Ah-just kidding! I already know you two exactly!” He waggled a scooper in their faces, and Adrien let out a hearty laugh. Marinette could scarcely believe this was happening, that she was getting to eat ice cream with..with Adrien! And alone too!

“Blackberry and peppermint! An explosive and rare mix, that’s true. But often times opposites attract, and you do too!” His wording left Marinette practically red at the ears, but to her surprise when she looked at Adrien, he also looked a bit taken aback. Finally though, he seemed to regain his senses and smiled. “You know best, Andre.”

The two of them got their ice cream (two separate cones) and Adrien began heading back to the limo. Marinette looked after him, quickly deciding to take a chance and be bold. Do something Ladybug would do. “Wait! Why don’t we eat outside?” She called out. At first, she was worried that he wouldn’t hear her, but he turned his head and looked at her, eyes bright. “Are you sure? You look like you’re about to fall over!” His voice was teasing, and Marinette had to laugh at it. “I’m sure! We can sit on one of those benches. We wouldn’t want to get your limo messy, anyways.” Adrien nodded and quickly ran to tell Gorilla, while Marinette took a tentative taste of her cone. Andre was right-the taste was bold, and strong. But at the same time the flavors blended together nicely. Marinette took a second lick.

The two of them sat together at the bench Marinette had pointed out, and with frozen hands, Marinette took out her phone. Her parents were probably worried about her-and Alya had asked that she tell her when she got home. Marinette quickly sent a text out to her mom to assure her that she was okay-and that she had gone out with a friend for a few minutes. Alya, however, was a bit harder to please.

Alya: Girl, who are you WITH? All of our classmates went home!

Marinette: Adrien came by and offered me a ride. Not a big deal, really.

As soon as she sent those texts, she knew she was in for a long night. And given the way Alya had immediately tried FaceTiming her, she was absolutely right. She declined (because it would be extremely rude) and focused on eating her ice cream, savoring the taste while also ignoring Alya’s constant buzzing on her phone. Adrien was also eating his ice cream, but his gaze was focused on something in the distance. When Marinette followed his line of sight, she also saw a small shape running across rooftops. It’s probably just Chat Noir patrolling. She thought, glancing at the snowy ground. Adrien seemed to think the same thing, looking satisfied after a moment of hesitation, and turning to Marinette. Before he could open his mouth to speak, Marinette let out a huge gasp. A large, crazy large shadow had just dropped over Adrien, and before she could call out a warning, the branch that had piled on a huge chunk of snow for the last hour and a half, snapped in half and fell right on top of him.

Despite the horror she felt that he could’ve been dealt a serious injury, Marinette had begun laughing. Hysterical laughing. She was covering her face with her hands, trying not to let laughter spill out of her mouth like a waterfall. But Adrien’s dumbstruck expression was too much, and she ended up crouching over, giggles erupting her like a volcano. Adrien, meanwhile, had also begun to laugh, shaking his head and scattering snow everywhere. He was looking at Marinette with a warmth she couldn’t describe, but pretty soon his gaze held mischief to them. “You think my pain is funny, Marinette?” His voice quieted, and was gentle against the rushing wind.

Immediately Marinette hushed. She looked at him, her eyes wide and horror struck. Had she just offended him? She meant no harm-but maybe he was really hurt, and maybe he thought she was just laughing because she was evil and mean. Before she could say anything though, Adrien had gently thrown a snowball right at her, not enough to seriously hurt her, but enough to make her feel mass discomfort. Marinette gasped, though when eyes were shining. Adrien looked at her with a familiar grin on his face, and quickly got up, using his ice cream cone as a shield.

Marinette already began to plan. She took one last lick of her ice cream cone, before plopping it on the ground. She would need both hands for this. Adrien seemed offended by the waste of the cone, looking at where she dropped it with a playfully indignant expression. Marinette used the temporary distraction to quickly scoop up a ball of clustering snow, throwing it right at his ice cream cone and hitting it dead center. The ice cream got shot off and fell to the floor, and Adrien let out a loud gasp that even Marinette could hear over the blowing wind. “You’ll pay for that!” He cried, dropping the rest of his cone and beginning to scoop up some more snow. Marinette let out a squeal as he threw one right at her dress, running away from him as fast as she could.

Marinette wasn’t sure when Gorilla had come outside of the car and stared at them until they managed to go back inside. She knew it must’ve been longer than she thought (the sun had begun to go down, and it was getting dark fast) She couldn’t believe that the two had lost track of time so easily. Adrien didn’t look too bothered, getting into the car with a grin plastered onto his face.

The car ride home was warm and lively, nothing like the small talk that filled it up on the way there. Marinette got to hear about how Adrien never really got to do this before, and how having ice cream in winter was never something he did before today. Marinette also explained her own experiences, and how her parents would’ve never let her have a snowball fight wearing nothing but a dress and tights. (Adrien looked a little guilty at that, but pointed out that she was also wearing his scarf) Marinette almost forgot. She looked at the scarf, gently grabbing it with her frozen fingers and beginning to peel it off her neck. Adrien reached out, his gloved hand gently brushing over her own. “Keep it on for now. Just until we get to your house.” He smiled again, the same warm smile he showed her before, and Marinette felt obligated to keep the scarf on for just a bit longer.

When they came to her house for real, Marinette stepped out. The wind died down a bit, but it was enough to make her shiver still. She quickly gave her thanks and holiday wishes to Gorilla, and would’ve done the same for Adrien if he hadn’t insisted on accompanying her to the door. She smiled, feeling emboldened by the new level of comfort she felt around him, and walked along step by step until she got to the bakery door.

Marinette turned to Adrien, her cheeks still a pretty pink. “Thank you for this. Really-I had a great time.” Her eyes were gleaming, but Adrien looked a bit worried. “I guess my plan kinda backfired. I offered you a ride to keep you out of the cold, and I think we spent more time in it. I’m really sorry about that.” He looked at her again, his intense green eyes meeting her bright blues. Marinette looked away for a moment. “It’s okay, really! Running around warmed my up a lot. Much more than walking would’ve done.” He looked relieved by her insistence, and was about to leave before she remembered the scarf. “Oh! Adrien! You forgot this!” She quickly pulled the scarf off of her neck, feeling a sudden spurt of wind hit the back of her neck. Ignoring it, she held out the scarf for him to grab.

He had turned back to look at her, walking back over to grab the scarf. But in the middle of heading over he stopped dead, staring at a spot above Marinette’s head. Adrien looked conflicted for a moment, before he seemed to make up his mind and walk over to grab the scarf. Marinette hadn’t bothered to follow his line of sight, assuming he saw a bird or something, and instead handed the scarf to him with a smile.

He gently took the scarf, leaned down, and kissed her cheek.

“Happy holidays, Marinette. I hope we can hang out again like this.” And then he was gone, walking back to the limo, getting in the car, and leaving. Just like that.

Marinette didn’t remember walking through the bakery door, she didn’t remember trudging you her stairs. She definitely didn’t remember reading through Alya’s 100+ new messages, nor Tikki trying to persuade her to patrol as Ladybug one more time before the break began. Instead, as she reached a hand towards her cheek, a rush of memories ran through her brain. Adrien in the snow. Adrien in the limo. Adrien at Andre’s with her. And Adrien outside of her bakery door, leaning down to plant a kiss on her cheek.

On second thought, maybe wearing that holiday dress wasn’t so bad after all.

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insomniac-dot-ink · 5 years ago

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Garden Walk

Genre: supernatural horror

Words: 3.7k

Summary: a young woman sees a figure strolling the gardens making an odd sound.

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Content warning: slight blood and injury

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There’s something eating the bees.

You read about the bees disappearing all the time in the papers and on the news every few years in big investigative reports. Usually, it’s all the same alarm and studies about colony collapse and human pesticides and disease spreading rapidly through hives. I know all that and I’m sure it’s real and dangerous and one of the many ways we’re hurting the planet.

But this is different. I know it is, I feel it in my gut and under my skin and throughout my nerves with this itchy burn.

I like to go to the library on my days off. I work in a Bath and Body works shop so my hours are pretty random and my days off vary from week to week.

Still, I usually managed to make time once a week to hop downtown and go to the Fairfield Public library. I either walked when it was nice out or took the bus or Georgia used to drive me when we were together.

I went a lot more often that spring. I was in the process of getting over a nasty breakup and it was hard to be alone in my apartment. After you live with someone for so many years being alone in your own home can feel almost… like a punishment. You have to kill your own spiders in the corner and unclog your own drains and feed yourself old Mac and Cheese with no one to really care.

It was a difficult breakup to say the least and left this ache in my chest that I couldn’t get rid of, but managed to ignore most days. Distractions helped, so I went to the library.

Fairfield Public Library is this massive place that they renovated a couple years ago with new wings and a fresh paint job and better air conditioning. The bathrooms still had weak hand dryers and there was never enough chairs, but they did install some gorgeous immense windows in the central seating area. They’re ceiling-to-floor panels that let in gallons of sunshine that soak the floor and give the whole plan an almost enchanted feel. Some days I would just go in and walk beside them for long minutes with my hand trailing in the light.

The windows weren’t my favorite part of the library though. The inside still smelled a little dry and musty and they kept the temperature too cold for my liking. My favorite part of the library were the gardens outside.

There was a river that ran behind the library and a good acre of land spanning from the back of the building up to the edge of the water. In between the two was a complex public garden. Macy Dickson was one of the librarians and she would talk my ear off about how they used native Iowa plants and local plant fertilizer and set-up hummingbird feeders and plants that ladybugs liked.

I nodded along, but I wasn’t exactly an outdoors kind of person in the way Georgia had been. Most plants looked the same to me, and I was prone to stepping in poison ivy and itching for weeks and accidentally pissing off local Canadian geese and being chased.

These gardens were friendly though, easy. The bushes were low to the ground and the plots held sturdy herbs and a few flowers popping up depending on the time of year. A path wound in and out of red oak trees and honeysuckles and bird feeders until it made its way to a rock garden with stone benches facing it. I would take a deep breathe there, sit, and attempt to feel whatever it is you’re supposed to feel when you’re outside surrounded by tweeting birds and wildlife sounds. I was never very good at being calmed by ocean noises or wind in the trees or anything like that, but to be fair I was never really calmed by anything. I had nervous habits like washing my hands too much and picking at my skin and applying hand sanitizer every few hours like clockwork.

Maybe those were all the things Georgia couldn’t stand. I didn’t know.

Either way, sometimes that long walk out by the red trees and shrubbery did me good.

It was on a Wednesday in the middle of the week and the dreary weather had broken out into warm air and thin blue skies, I finally got to wear my strappy sandals again and walked all the way to the library. I was going through a reading period that my therapist might classify as “regression.”

One day I had been crying in the nonfiction aisle next to a true crime series and the next moment I found myself inching to the kids section. I crept into the bright wing as if in a sleep-walk and looked over the colorful covers of dragons and a boy and his dog and kids running from spooky shadows and little witches and I picked up a handful of kids chapter books.

I started reading all the books of my youth: Anne of Green Gables, Little House on the Prairie, Nancy Drew, and Hardy Boys.

I read through them like you shake an old friend’s hand and there was something comforting about the non-threatening stories and consuming words of my youth. Of course, being a grown woman who was almost thirty reading children’s books… didn’t make me feel great.

I dashed into the kids section of the library that Wednesday and picked out two stories: Ella Enchanted and the Princess Academy. There was something so sweet and feminine about the titles that had me swiping them up and carrying them off like a burglar in the night.

I visited the nonfiction section next and picked out a book called “The Knife Man” about historical surgeries and went on my way. I had been padding my check-outs with serious books so the librarians wouldn’t give me funny looks.

In all honesty, the librarians and patrons and everyone I passed probably didn’t care in the least. But I was a nervous person. And sometimes my brain played tricks on me and told me that everyone was staring or thinking thoughts about me and noticing everything I did.

I didn’t make eye contact with librarian as she checked-out my “princess” texts and I slipped outside to the gardens to read in private. I may not have found solace in nature per say, but I did find solace in being alone there. I wondered up the white gravel path past the daffodils and beds of sage.

I sighed into the sweet air and turned to go to my favorite bench with a chunk missing from one of the arms. And then I froze. There were three teens loitering at my bench and they were all on their phones and sometimes glancing up at me.

I clutched my books a little tighter and, as if attached to a string, turned fluidly away from my usual bench and walked up toward the river. I didn’t know where I was going, but I just didn’t want to seem like I was lost or put-off by the teens.

Teens were the worst. They always looked like they knew things and were always exchanging whispers and furtive glances- none of which helped my state of mind. I did feel silly, being scared away like that, but the river was full and glittering and it almost felt worth it.

It took me a second but I found a large stone to sit on and got out of one of my books. I told myself this was better and it was good to switch things up. The afternoon passed in slow honeyed hours as I ate up one book after the next in a way that finally let my nerves rest. I could get lost there, forever, in those other worlds.

I only stopped when I noticed that the sun had gotten low on the horizon and the shadows were winding and long, and I realized I was very hungry.

I dusted myself off, stretched my stiff legs and arms, and turned back toward the library and the gardens. That’s when I saw him.

“Him” is the wrong word, but so is every other word for it.

He stood on the path several feet away with the sun at his back. The path runs right beside the river and the area is usually empty since it’s at the very back of the garden and tends to accumulate trash like empty soda cans, lost plastic bags, and coffee cups and is not as pretty.

It was just me and the tall figure.

He was skinny, and gaunt and I squinted at him for a moment because he seemed even taller than my father who was 6’4. The figure wore a long jacket despite the nice weather and had a wide-brimmed hat that made his face disappear entirely. It was the type of hat you might see on farmers or adventures, beige and stiff and there was a loose string hanging beneath the chin. He had long, tangled brown hair that fell past his shoulders and hung lankly by his face in greasy clumps.

The fellow was slowly ambling forward, taking loud thunking steps down the path with these hulking dirty boots that were even larger than the rest of him. Something about him unnerved me deeply. He was too tall and he moved too slowly, too clunkily, as if he was gradually moving some great weight. I would even say he was limping, but there were no visible signs he was actually staggering or missing a beat. It was just off.

He wore gloves and I couldn’t see an inch of his skin.

My shoulders rose like the haunches of a cat as I realized he was moving closer and I quickly turned to leave. I heard it as I was striding back toward the building: whistling.

A noisy and bombastic whistling that drilled through me into my core and left a smear there. It was an un-melodic messy tune I couldn’t place. I picked up speed and nearly fell all the way back to the nearest parking lot and other people.

At the time I didn’t know why I thought “other people,” because the man was obviously just someone out on a stroll. But I thought it all the same.

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I was able to put the man out of my head for a good while. Our stores general manager position opened up and I was up for consideration, though I’m not sure I really wanted it. I was busy taking on extra hours and making sure my cashiers and floors people actually showed up for their shifts and lady’s in floral dresses didn’t make my workers regret showing up.

That sort of thing.

It must have been a month into proper spring when I finally returned. I got a day to myself and my apartment still didn’t feel welcoming or soft. It was always missing something and the ache was just as hungry as before.

I thought about her often. I wondered if Georgia was still making her famous quiche and bragging about her latest road trip she had planned but would probably never take and coloring her toenails a brilliant red color. I had hated the chemical smell of that nail polish during her weekly retouch, but now I missed it in a way you miss snowstorms in the lean months of summer. The hole in my chest gnawed at me and I entered the library and collected three titles: The Girl Who Swallowed the Moon, Julie of the Wolves, and a medical text detailing the history of malaria.

My eyes darted around to check that no one thought this was weird and then I slipped outside so I could breathe properly. I found my usual bench unoccupied and took a seat.

I ate the books up like a hot meal at your family’s house and was even smiling into the glaring sunlight when a whistling came. It was noisy and tuneless and entered my head space like a sharp thorn.

I jerked my head up and looked left and right to find a tall man with a long jacket and dirty lank brown hair standing in the gardens.

My mouth became very dry and the light was slanting in just the right way so that I could see his face this time. He was wearing these thick, black sunglasses and had a haggered look and very stiff expression.

The worst part about him beside the hellish whistling though was the faint color of his skin. I had seen it in medical texts. Ever since I was a little girl I had a fascination with illness and germs: I hated them, reviled them, detested stink and mess and the idea of tiny creatures that could wiggle inside me unnoticed and change my body in ways I couldn’t control.

But something drew me to stare at pictures of illness over and over again as if maybe looking alone could protect me. That if I read enough about smallpox and studied enough pictures of dengue fever that I could break their power over me.

I’m not sure if it ever worked, but I had one thought as I stared at the man and his yellowing frayed complexion: jaundice. It was the exact same off-yellow complexion that no healthy human being sports.

I scooted to the edge of my bench in order to get up and quickly hurry along, but the figure stopped in place. He was still out of reach and I had time to leave, but somehow I couldn’t tear my eyes away, in the same way I couldn’t look away from bubonic plague depictions.

He was standing by this wooden lattice work that held vines working their way toward the sun. He was humming his same terrible song and looking down.

I didn’t notice the bee until he put his hand out and the fat yellow creature was scooped into his palm. I didn’t usually notice the bees flying around with their complex paths and busy work that filled them with this determination to be on their way. I liked bees in that way, not just in the “helps the planet” way but how they always looked like they were on a mission.

Me and the man stood there and stared at the fuzzy yellow creature for what must have been a whole minute.

And then the man’s jaw dropped open and he crushed the tiny bee into his mouth and swallowed. I say “dropped” because his jaw shouldn’t have opened like that and it shouldn’t have closed like that either.

It was far too wide, his cheeks too concave, the skin too thin, and there was something crooked about the angle- as if the jaw wasn’t connected in a solid way. He had just gaped open his mouth into a black hole and ate the bee.

My heart squeezed painfully in my chest and eyes went huge. His head slowly tilted up as if to look at me and I didn’t stick around for him to really stare. I turned and fled down the path and as far away as I could possibly get.

I tried reporting it to library security and told the guard some man was eating things he shouldn’t outside, but the statements were dismissed and I could tell were not going to be followed up on it. I went home with that same eerie droning whistle playing in my head.

I had seen something eating the bees.

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I tried to be rational.

It took several days, but I eventually smoothed out the jitters and settled into a type of shame-faced guilt. I wished I could have talked the events through with Georgia, but we had agreed on a “no communication” policy for the first few months.

I decided it was just another case of my nervousness and over imagination messing things up. The man at the library was obviously a very sick person who needed help. He was eating bees from a garden after all and his skin was an unnatural yellow. I kept replaying in my head how a “proper” adult would have handled the situation: how I should have went over to gently talk to him or called some sort of hospital.

I gave myself a good talking-to and two weeks later I resolved to visit the library again. It was one of my favorite places and I figured if I saw him again I would try to reach out or get one of the staff to intervene.

It was a proper weekend for once and after I got my three books I went outside and my normal bench was taken by a family. I edged away, shuffling past the wild ginger and squirrels high in a tree and the disturbed rock garden and up the hill to the river.

The path by the river was empty and sunny until I reached the water itself. The figure was there. He was turned away, low to the ground, and facing the plants.

I gulped with great effort and any thought of trying to do the “right” thing went out of my head as I heard the horrible whistling tune once more. He was kneeling next to a Goatsbeard bush, Goatsbeard is a wide thick plant that holds several long white plumes of tiny flower heads.

His gloved hand was hovering over a resting bee on one of the white flowers.

It struck me at that instant that I knew what was about to happen and I really really didn’t want it to. The thought of his thing opening it’s gaping mouth and swallowing that bee was too much for me and prospect of watching it happen again was even worse.

I didn’t think. I just acted.

“Sir!” I used my voice even though it sounded too loud and too forceful in the still air and the quiet whistling still shivered through my spine. “You don’t have to do that. Sir!”

He ignored me and brought his face closer to the insect. My books dropped from my hands to the path. I was running, my hand out and heart pounding as he had scooped up the bee and I couldn’t stand it. It’s bright yellow body was stark against his brown glove and he held it in place as his lips started to part.

“Stop.” I must have stumbled because I lurched forward and fell toward him. I caught myself with the toe of my shoe, but my fingers brushed against his cheek. I’ll never forget the way his skin felt.

My fingers just barely touched the flesh. It was hard though, like cement or marble, there was no give and was cool to the touch. Most of all it was bumpy, bump after bump of puckered skin like running your hand over a warped building wall or a terrible pustule-ridden rash.

The sensation of the bumpy skin was just for moment before one of his enormous hands darted up with quick efficiency and took my wrist in a hard grip. I gasped and he stood up to his full impressive height and grinned.

It wasn’t a grin with his teeth and I still couldn’t see his eyes behind his dark black glasses, but that smile was all I needed to confirm the worst. “Mmph!” I yelped, but not very loudly. I was never very good at yelling, even when I was a child and found a dead raccoon in the backyard or needed to shout at my dad when to turn on the road.

It just yelped once and then stared in rapt terror as my stomach dropped and whole world compounded into that second.

My hand looked tiny in his and the whistling hadn’t stopped. I was close enough at that point that I belatedly realized there was no way he could have been using his mouth to make that noise.

His mouth opened ever so slightly and the sound erupted from inside him and it wasn’t whistling. His thin yellow lips peeled back to reveal rows of sharp teeth, but not blunt teeth or canines or incisors. They were all sharp white shards- like that of broken glass or pieces of bleached wood chips.

They were all slightly different sizes, thin and long and coming into narrow points that hurt just to look at. As he opened his jaw in that unhinged crooked way I heard the sound clearly: a buzzing coming from within him. An unmistakable, low buzz that you hear from TV static. And bees.

It seemed to surge from somewhere deep inside him like a nest of tangled angry sound flooding from his core. It had a frantic quality. Like it was trying to escape.

The waves of humming grew louder and louder as his mouth expanded and I barely registered as he brought my hand up. I broke out of my stupor at the sight of his needle teeth leering toward my skin and tried to pull back with all of my force. I furiously kicked him in the shin, but he didn’t so much as flinch and my toe stung from contact with that same unyielding hard flesh.

He held my wrist firm and his face drew closer and closer with those those same slow deliberate movements. The points of his teeth delicately dug into my fingertips, the ones that had touched him, and a bright spike of pain crashed over me. I think I finally managed to scream.

It was a sticky blur as I lost those fingertips. I do remember the blood running down his yellow chin and spilling down his neck in a steady trickle.

I fell to the ground in shock and my next memories were waking up in a hospital with bandages over the middle and pointer fingers of my right hand. The pad of each was gone.

I shook violently and called Georgia without hesitation. She came right away and drove me home in silence, not forcing me to talk or bring up the future police reports and descriptions I might have to give. We might even be friends again after that first week, I’m not sure.

The police investigated but found no man with that description by the library. The only evidence I had was that the librarians had records of less and less bees visiting their gardens recently.

But nothing more.

I think I’m moving out of Fairfield soon. I think I’ll move somewhere with less gardens and more cement and people everywhere and get a roommate and big dog and start renting my books from online.

There is something eating the bees.

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detective-ai · 5 years ago

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AO3

The first time Rio kidnaps Shin Tsukimi, it’s total chance. He wasn’t being taken seriously as a villain! Keiji would always stop him with a hearty laugh, clearly remembering the silly freshman Rio from high school who could never manage to get along with anyone. He hasn’t been making a large enough impact with petty crime. He needs to go big! Go bold, go home!

So, he stages a large bank heist. He doesn’t need the money, but he does need the publicity. And sure enough, news reporters dole out in the dozens, bracing up against the barriers the police have set up around the bank. Rio surveys the scene again. Okay, so maybe there’s like... three. Good enough. Time to make his move.

He needs someone young, someone cute and pretty to send the town into a tizzy. He plasters a bright grin mask over his face as he leers down at the crowd, a pair of green heads catching his attention. Why the hell is their hair green?

He shakes off the distracting thought and shoots his grappling hook at one of the beams stretching over the front of the bank. It hooks, thankfully (god how mortifying would it have been if he’d missed). Rio rugs at the line to test its security before standing straight, smiling and waving down at reporters below.

And he jumps, the line growing taut and locking in as he arcs down. Someone in his audience gasps and several people point as he descends. Rio spins, just out of pure exhilaration.

Rio awards himself 25 style points.

He touches down, his legs hardly feeling the jarring impact of the concrete and releases the line as he folds into a roll, popping up into a sprint towards the two green haired reporters. Police shout around him as he approaches the police barrier, but a stern glare as he approaches has them hesitating. The taller of the two reporters- with his long, stringy hair pulled into a thin ponytail- hardly flinches. His bright, cold eyes flash warily as Rio approaches, fist clenching more tightly around his microphone. He feels something sinister crawl down his spine and he promptly decides this is not the one. The city would probably relish this slimy loser being taken off their hands. Can’t have that.

But the baby-faced cameraman behind him, with his powder-blue hair and his cozy jacket and beanie? The way he flinches back, jostling the camera on his shoulder? With his soft blue eyes that light up with recognition? That’s the kind of stuff that would have the city in an uproar if Rio were to snap him up.

Rio grins under his mask, skidding to a stop right before the two, so close he bumps the barrier. He pauses, letting the steel-eyed reporter eye him over. The cameraman behind him seems to hesitate, gaze shifting between the two before he hefts his camera higher and angles himself to catch both Rio and the reporter in the shot. Rio aims a happy wave at the camera. The reporter seems to take a breath to steel himself before smiling widely and lifting his microphone.

“I’m Sou Hiyori with ASUNARO News. Can I ask…” He hesitates and Rio rolls his eyes. “Who are you?”

“The name’s Rio Ranger, doll,” he drawls, a flicker of irritation curling in his stomach. He braces his palms over the barrier, leaning in with a sneer. Not that they can see it under his mask. Maybe he should consider a costume redesign. “Shouldn’t you know that if you’re a reporter? I’m not exactly new in town.”

“Maybe you’re not as big a name in this town as you believe then,” Hiyori returns with a smirk. Rio’s grateful for the grinning mask covering his lower face, since the scowl that that twists his lips certainly wouldn’t do anything for his popularity. The cameraman visibly flinches back in fear at the reporter’s words.

“You’re just horrendously underinformed.” Rio casts a glance around, scanning the area to make sure stupid Keiji hadn’t shown up early to crash the party. He’d set a few false leads around town to keep him busy, but certainly not for long.

“So, what do you have planned here?” Hiyori’s words cut through his straying attention, drawing his gaze once more.

“A robbery, naturally.” Rio sighs, lifting his hand to his head as he fakes exasperation. His gaze slides over, looking beyond the camera to lock eyes with the man behind it. He tenses, his grip tightening on the camera. “But that hero of yours will come soon, so… I’m also going to need a hostage.”

Hiyori cocks his head, the microphone dipping a little as his smile turns plastic. “…A hostage, huh? Me?”

Rio tosses his head a back with a laugh. “How presumptuous! I was going to leave it to a majority vote!”

He doesn’t want Hiyori, obviously, but he did write a whole-ass script and by God he was going to stick to it. He has a image to uphold! Or… create, as it may be.

“A vote?” Hiyori’s voice drips with sarcasm as he scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Of course, villainy runs on democracy.”

“Oh, what a snappy political statement.” Rio straightens, gesturing to the other two men. “Anyway, it’s up to you two! I’ll take either you, or your cute little cameraman here!”

“You want Shin?” Hiyori laughs a little, completely ignoring how the cameraman- Shin, apparently, what a cute name- frowns at him. The reporter grins lazily at Rio. “And what if we say no?”

He really doesn’t like this guy.

Bored, Rio pulls a small trigger from a pouch at his waist and presses the bright red button.

The front of the bank behind them explodes outwards, sending debris cascading down around them. Fire rolls toward them in a plume before curling up, smoke quickly filling the air. The ground shakes- Shin falls, the camera rolling to the ground beside him. Hiyori- the bastard- only stumbles back a step, his arm raised to shield his face.

The building shudders but remains standing. Good. It was easy to figure out where to plant the low-grade explosives to seal in his threat, but the building had to stay up for his grand getaway. Everything seems to be going to plan so far. Fantastic!

He laughs, stooping down by Shin, who looks up at him with wide, frightened blue eyes. The bright orange of the flames flick across Shin’s face. He holds up a hand, as if warding Rio off. Adorable.

Rio rolls his eyes and scoops up the camera, easily holding the heavy news camera at arm’s length to catch both himself and Hiyori in the shot.

“Answer enough?”

Hiyori grits his teeth and glowers at Rio. “I suppose.”

“Glad to hear it!” Rio bobs in place, glancing between the reporting duo. “So? Who’ll it be? Sou Hiyori or Shin…?”

He trails off with the question, raising his eyebrows imploringly at the man- who still hasn’t lifted himself off the ground. Shin grips his scarf tightly, mumbling into it. Even if the fire hadn’t been roaring behind him, he doubts he would have heard him. Rio leans in, cupping his hand around his ear. Shin flinches back before visibly taking a moment to gather himself and lean in.

“Tsukimi. Sh-Shin Tsukimi.”

“Adorable.” Rio pops back up, the camera teetering preciously in his hand. Shin’s face pinches and he makes an aborted movement, as if to catch it if it falls. “Okay! Sou Hiyori or Shin Tsukimi? Which of you will be sacrificed to my villainous plans!”

Hiyori takes a quick glance down at Shin and back to Rio. “Is anyone going to get hurt?”

“Nope!” He pops the p, but it’s muffled under his mask. “Well… Unless your hero makes things difficult for me. Or whoever comes with me decides he wants to fight back. Just don’t be a pain and you’ll be fine!”

Hiyori grits his teeth and takes a step back. Shin looks back over his shoulder in disbelief. Hiyori gives Rio a disgusted glare that he then turns on Shin. “I’ll make sure you don’t lose your job.”

“What?!” Shin shouts, gaping up at Hiyori. “I have a little sister to take care of, asshole!” he turns his glare on Rio. “I have a little sister!”

“Unfortunate.” Grinning, Rio shrugs and turns back to Hiyori. “You saying I should take him?”

“Yeah.” Hiyori nods. “I have people who need me.”

“I have a-!”

“A little sister, yes, you talk about her all the time.” Hiyori huffs. Ranger watches, fascinated, as a strange shift comes over Hiyori. The reporter’s face softens, and he kneels beside Shin, whose scowl deepens. “I’ll make sure she’s taken care of. But I have many many people who rely on me. I can easily add your sister to those I protect. But you understand that I have to be there to do that, right?”

Shin clicks his tongue and looks away, raising a hand to grip anxiously at his beanie. “…You promise Kanna will be taken care of.”

“Of course.” Hiyori shares a soft smile with Shin and holds out his hand. Scowling, Shin takes his hand and allows himself to be pulled to his feet. Hiyori reaches out to grip Shin’s upper arms, squeezing reassuringly. Then, almost teasingly, he adds, “Who knows? She may even be better off.”

Shin looks stricken as Hiyori drops his hold, wiping his own palms on his scarf. The two turn towards Rio, whose unamused expression has grown more and more impatient. “Well? You ready?”

He holds out his free gloved hand, wiggling his fingers enticingly. Shin squares his shoulders and ducks under the police barrier, reaching for his hand. He hesitates, shaking fingers hovering over Rio’s palm. Huffing, Rio snags his hand and pulls him snug against his side. Shin cringes away. The villain (supervillain) shoves the camera into his arms. “Hold onto that for me, would ya?”

Shin blinks down at the camera shoved against his chest. “What? Why?”

“Because I need both hands to make sure I don’t drop you.”

“Wait wait drop me? What do you mean, drop me?” Rio takes out his grappling hook again, ignoring Shin’s rising panic shrilling against his ear as he aims it towards the flaming building. “Wait, in there? You’re like a-a robot or something right? You know humans like… burn right?”

Rio laughs. “Stop worrying. You might sweat a little, but I’ll get you through this.”

“Rio Ranger!” A deep voice barks out behind them. Rio tenses, shooting a glare over his shoulder. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Keiji Shinogi, local superhuman and city hero, rockets down the street towards them, looking more enraged than Rio has ever seen him. Finally.

Shin perks up in Rio’s grasp, making a lunge for the police barrier. “Help!”

The android huffs and tightens his grip around his hostage, muttering about cooperation as he shoots the hook. “Time to go then!”

“Don’t you dare- hnk!” Shin gags as the hook catches and reels them in, choking on his words as Rio’s grip hooks into his stomach. He shrieks, tucking his face in against the crook of Rio’s neck as they zip through the air and into the flames. Rio can’t imagine the cameraman is feeling too well, surrounded by fire with his neck swathed in that deep blue scarf. He shrugs and dashes deeper into the bank, ignoring Shin as he begins to mutter under his breath.

“Safalin!” He shouts, struggling to be heard over the roar of the flames. The building shudders as Keiji shoves open the doors to the bank. Rio hisses, scooping Shin over his shoulder and bolting towards where he planned for his getaway vehicle to be. He hears the camera clatter to the ground behind them.

“Ranger!” Something on the other side of the room shimmers and a bright orange vehicle pops into existence. A bright green head hangs out the window, the blue ribbons on Safalin’s arms fluttering as she waves. “Over here!”

“I know over there, dammit, I planned for you to be there!” He shouts back.

Safalin draws back, scooting into the driver’s seat as Rio pops the door open and tosses his baggage in. Shin grunts as he bounces across the seats, blankly looking down at his wrists when Safalin reaches over and claps a pair of handcuffs on him. “I-I’m sorry, just a precaution…”

“Ranger, if you leave with that hostage things will not go well for-“

Ranger slams the door closed behind him. “Get going!”

Safalin nods and flips a few levers. The car lifts, bobbing the engines adjust for the weight of the car as tilts towards the ceiling. Shin flinches back into the seat.

“Please tell me you’re not about to try to fly through that.”

“Alright.” Rio lowers his mask, grinning down at Shin. Shin frowns up at him. “But you might want to hold on to something.”

They do, actually, fly through the ceiling. Rio climbs onto his knees to stare through the back window. Keiji stands under the hole the vehicle’s made, glowering up at them as they escape.

“Look at him, Saf, look!” Rio points over the back seat, laughing.

Safalin obediently checks the review mirror. “I say you left quite an impression!”

Rio settles back into the seat, kicking his legs up on the dash despite Safalin’s frown. He nudges Shin with an elbow. “No way they can ignore this!”

Shin stares steadily out the window, refusing to acknowledge his captor. Rio rolls his eyes.

He can sulk if he wants. The hostage isn’t even important in the long run.

It’s the response that counts.

#megamind au #your turn to die #yttd #kimi ga shine #shinrio #shin tsukimi #rio ranger #keiji shinogi #tia safalin #i dont even know #i hope yall enjoy this because i had fun writing it #stry writes #investigation reports

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luckbeabugaboo · 5 years ago

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17. Needing to kiss to hide from bad guys with ladrien! pretty please!

This is such a cute one omg. Thank you SO much, Nonny! Ladrien is such an underrated joy.

October 5th entry in my “kiss a day” challenge (requests open).

17. Needing To Kiss To Hide From Bad Guys (Ladrien)

Adrien shut the door tight and exhaled a heavy breath. His back pressed to the wall and he scanned the little library to be sure he had no company and the windows weren’t lined with paparazzi. Running a hand through his hair, careful not to dishevel the strands too terribly because he didn’t want to hear his father complain about how unkempt he looked in the photographs the next day, Adrien let his eyes fall shut for just a moment. He hated when people got Akumatized in the middle of a big party. Cameras were everywhere and everyone always had an eye on where he was and what he was doing. It made transforming a million times harder than it needed to be.

“Alright, Plagg. We need to get back out there to help Ladybug. Instaglam’s followers are no joke.” He pushed himself from the wall and looked down at his ring. “Claws o–”

THUD!

The door swung open and Adrien buried his hand back into his pocket, immediately jerking to look at who was intruding. Parties were the worst.

All of his internal grumbling was hushed, however, when he saw a familiar frame bump the door shut and then lean against it to catch her breath. Ladybug had a hand over her chest and her eyes snapped shut, even when winded she still managed to look like she had a complete handle on things. In a daze, Adrien found himself unable to move a muscle. His eyes were fixed on her every motion as she muttered words he couldn’t quite make out. It was a terrible thing to notice, but he swore she was wearing a different color lip gloss. Glitter was catching on the moonbeams that peeked through the curtains.

“She’s so beautiful.” A dreamy sigh gave way to words that were definitely not meant to be voiced.

“Who’s there? Are you trapped?” Ladybug’s spine straightened and she stepped away from the doorframe, bluebell eyes darting across the room to find the source of the sound she must have heard. He hoped and prayed that she didn’t connect that the words were about her. She took a few steps into the room and then froze up when she saw him. “A-Adrien?”

Bewilderment was shared through the silence. He swore he saw a faint blush on her cheeks as she studied him. He really hoped he hadn’t messed up his hair a few moments prior. He looked silly enough just gawking at her, he didn’t need to also look like he’d neglected to brush. “My– Ladybug! Thank god you found me. I was just…” Coming up with an excuse on the fly, he was willing to look a little helpless. “I was hiding from the mob.”

“Instaglam’s followers won’t hurt you, Adrien. They’re after my Miraculous.” Confidence oozed from her as she gave him a smile bright enough to nearly light the dark room. “Give me a minute to come up with a plan and we’ll have you somewhere safe as soon as possible.”

In his mind, he wasn’t managing to form more than the word ‘wow’ on loop, but his mouth was doing an okay job at picking up where his brain couldn’t. “Thank you. I wonder what got her so worked up.”

“Her name is Kylie Kay, she’s an ‘influencer’. She was invited to this party full of big names in fashion and celebrities that are considered a lot higher up on the social ladder. I think she was feeling a little out of her depth. She must have been so excited to get the invite and then so devastated when people didn’t really seem to care that she showed up.” Ever sympathetic, Ladybug’s smile faltered some. “Her followers will do anything she asks and I’m sure revenge on whoever embarrassed her is on the agenda. Hawkmoth just wants my Miraculous first.”

Adrien nodded a few times. He wished he could be a little more help. Chat Noir was currently benched until he could get them split up long enough to transform. This whole secret identity thing was really more trouble than it was worth sometimes. “So, if they’re after you, then we need to find a way to hide you.”

“No.” Leaning against the desk in the center of the room, she pressed a red finger to her lips to think. He found himself wishing for a moment that he could be her glove. “I was planning to lay low until Chat Noir gets here, but I might be able to–”

“We’re coming for your Miraculous, Ladybug!”

“You can’t hide from us!!”

“What kind of hero runs away?! #CancelLadybug!”

“Vengeance for Kylie Kay!”

Whatever she was going to say it was already too late. The mob was making their way down the hall and opening every door they passed. Footsteps thundered, broken up only by the crashing of doors being thrown open and the mass booing that followed when they found a room empty.

“Ladybug you need to sneak out the window! They’re going to come in here.” Adrien moved fast, heading to push aside the drapes.

“Wait!” She followed him. “I think I have an idea, but I need to you to trust me.”

When he turned back to face her, he saw a deep red had formed across the bridge of her nose. The blush had him blushing in turn. What had her so flustered? “I’d trust you with my life.”

She took in a deep breath and then took his hand and pulled him towards one of the bookshelves. “I need to borrow your suit jacket.”

He blinked once or twice, but then he obliged. The white blazer was shrugged from his shoulders and placed in her outstretched hand. Air nearly choked him as he watched her pull it over her svelte frame. This was like a fever dream. Ladybug was standing in front of him with his jacket draped over her body and a blush blazing on her cheeks. “Ladybug?”

“If they open the door and see something private then they’ll leave. They don’t care about scandals right now, they care about finding Ladybug.” Next she reached up and undid the ribbons that held her hair up in those signature pigtails. Loose waves the color of the night sky fell to frame her face and rest on her shoulders.

Still very confused, Adrien averted his eyes. This felt strange, it felt intimate. “But–”

Footsteps were growing louder and growing closer. Any protests ran dry when Ladybug reached out to cradle his cheek in her hand. She guided his face back and stared up at him with the most intoxicating cocktail of emotions in her eyes. “I-I’m sorry about this.” She whispered shyly before leaning upwards and doing something he never could have guessed possible.

Ladybug was kissing him.

It took him a few seconds to process it, the softness of her lips, the gentle brush of her fingertips across his cheekbone. But oh, his response came with little hesitation. A hand fell onto her hip to guide her closer as he savored the passing sensations. He wasn’t exactly sure why she kissed him, or why she apologized, but all effort that could have gone into putting those things together was discarded in favor of letting her lead him in this sudden bliss.

The door was pushed open and he distinctly heard voices. Made a few phone cameras clicking as well. But what was said or how the reactions landed was lost on him. The door was left open and whether they were still being watched or not was a mystery to him. Adrien’s eyes were shut and he was kissing the woman of his dreams without regard for anything else.

But just as quickly as she’d leaned in to steal his lips, she took a small step back and broke the kiss.

He let go of a shaky breath he hadn’t even known he’d been holding as his eyes fluttered open. Ladybug was leaned up against the bookcase, lips parted and spilling out tremblings breaths. She was flushed, but she was smiling. Every part of him wanted to lean in and take her lips back, pull her back into a kiss and this time never let her free. But she looked past him to the door and then abruptly looked down at the ground.

“Um… I just thought… I had read in a book once that…” She was stammering, something he’d never seen her do before but found insanely endearing. She had used him as a cover up to get behind the crowd. She was so brilliant. Always one step ahead. It never ceased to amaze him.

“It’s okay.” Rubbing the back of his neck and looking towards the window, he tried to swallow down the pounding of his heart. “I-It… It was a good plan. It worked. You should, uh, you should get out there. I’m sure Chat Noir’s on his way and now you’ve got the advantage. They’re chasing a figment of their imagination.”

“Here,” She wiggled out of his jacket and offered it back to him. “This is yours.”

“Keep it.” Adrien looked directly to her now. “It looks good on you.”

Silence started to take hold again as Ladybug shifted her weight from one leg to the other. He was almost worried that he’d said the wrong thing until she put her arms back into the sleeves. The shoulders were far too big for her and the whole silhouette was slouchy. A little laugh played in his throat, one that she mirrored with a giggle too soft and sweet to feel real.

“Thank you for helping, Adrien.” Ladybug made her way to the door, casting a little smile over her shoulder before disappearing into the hall.

Adrien brought his fingers to his lips, feeling where the warmth of hers had been only moments before. There was a lingering layer of gloss and shimmer that transferred onto fingertips. A part of him wanted to just leave it there, let it cling to him for as long as he could keep it. But he knew that he was going to have to transform and couldn’t have an evidence of what just happened. He reached from the handkerchief that would have been in the breast pocket of his blazer only to be struck with the mental image of her still wearing it. His face heated again and he just wiped his mouth clean with his sleeve.

“Are you going to just stand here looking stupid or are you going to go help? Jeez.” Plagg came out from where he’d been hiding, looking about as grumpy as ever.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right. Let’s get out there!”

#miraculous ladybug #fanfiction #miraculous fanfic #ladrien #ladybug #adrien agreste #october kisses #my writing #asked and answered

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djinmer4 · 5 years ago

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Scarborough Fair (Noir AU)

“Are you absolutely certain this is what you want?” Stefan made no effort to keep his voice down, but the noise of the party easily drowned him out.

“I don’t understand your question,” Jimaine carefully brushed a few straggling hairs back into her coiffure. “My fiancee is handsome, charming, polite and generous. Plus, Kurt’s our foster brother, we’ve known him for years. What more could I want?”

“I guess if you’re happy, that’s enough.” Jimaine held out her arm, but her brother waved her away. “Go and wow your fiance. This party’s for you after all.”

She flashed a quick smile and strode into the festivities. Kurt’s grin dutifully widened at her entrance, and he offered his arm to squire her around. Stefan remained in the shadows, offering brief smiles and nods at any guests who noticed him but refraining from participating.

As he observed, he found himself being less and less happy about the upcoming nuptials. On the surface, it was a fairytale marriage, with Jimaine as the golden bride and Kurt as the handsome groom. And yet . . .

It wasn’t that Kurt was ignoring Jimaine. He had greeted her effusively when she had entered, catered to her every voiced desire, remained well within view during the whole party. But Stefan noticed, aside from the first moment, he never really looked at Jimaine. He answered when she called for him, but he never initiated a conversation with her. And while in view, he was almost never in arms reach of her. If his sister wanted something, she had to walk over to him, never the other way around.

“Don’t you want a husband who will actually see you rather than take you for granted?” he whispered to himself.

~~~~~~~

He crouched on a hillside, burying himself in the low shrub. It was nothing like Bavaria or Winzeldorf or Schwarzwald or any other place he’d ever been hunting. There were no trees, what little cover existed came from the shadows of hills and rocks and low scrub. But that meant the same thing for his opponents. On the battlefield, it was only a question of whose eyes were sharper, whose reflexes were faster. And so far, he’d been better than all his challengers.

Through the scope, he watched a sparrow land and peck at the frozen soil. He followed it into the brush, searching for the telltale glint of metal. He snuggled deeper into the camouflage blanket, letting it obscure the shadow of his body and hold back the biting cold. He’s the only one on watch this hour, the rest of the squad in exhausted, fitful slumber will eventually end at an officer’s command or the whistle of incoming bombs with the dawn.

Not seeing any threats, he takes a few minutes to pull out his holdout. He cleans the pistol but refrains from polishing it. Too many fellow soldiers have lost their lives from either lack of maintenance or from bright flashes of metal in the dark. An explosion of red breaks the early morning gloom and the silence and he abandons his post, shouting directions to the other waking soldiers. More explosions wrack the night and they retreat through the trenches, the sand and mud and worse sucking the warmth from their legs with every step. A man ahead of him stumbles and falls, and he grabs him by the leather harness on his back. When a break occurs in the artillery fire, he realizes that the man he was dragging was already dead.

~~~~~~~

It’s ridiculously easy to gain access to the cabaret. Despite being frequented by Weimar officials, it’s not one of the higher quality ones. The bouncer doesn’t bother to even ask for ID, nodding him through with barely a glance at the crow’s-feet around his eyes and his thinning hair. He drops his trench coat at the unmanned coat check but keeps his scarf and hat. Inside, no one even glances as he takes a seat at the corner of the bar. Two drinks later, and he leaves his seat for the bathroom.

It’s the work of moments to flip his suit jacket inside out, the white lining hastily limned in black thread to imitate the waiters’ uniforms. His accessories go under the jacket and the blue mask goes his face, hiding the gas scars. Again, he’s thankful for the target’s poor choice of venue. The masks are as gimmicky as they come but all the servers are wearing similar ones and with the dim lighting it could be anyone under the fantastical facade.

It’s another hour before the target shows up and Kurt’s reminded why he hates jobs like these. The music isn’t bad and he’s spent longer on his feet assisting senior surgeons, but suppressing the urge to beat all the rude fools to death is always a chore. But finally, the officer comes in with about half a dozen friends, including a few working girls. The loose way they hang over each other could be an issue, but he’s brought enough strychnine for all.

One of the longer, and frankly more interesting acts comes on stage and he makes his move. About five minutes in, he goes around the table, refilling drinks and dropping quick dissolve capsules in the champagne. The officer and his friends are too riveted to consume their drinks, and he drops off their meals just as the lights come back on. Another fifteen minutes of serving, he slips back into the bathroom changing back into his suit. A couple more drinks at the bar, and then he leaves, just as the first member of the party collapsed.

~~~~~~~

“Jimaine, grab his things.” Stefan lifted the shorter man by the collar of his shirt and threw him out of the wagon. “We’ve reached Winzeldorf, as promised. Don’t let me catch you hanging around here again.”

Kurt brushed himself off, then caught the untidy parcels his foster sister tossed him. “I’ll pray that God will soften your heart and you will repent this, brother.”

“Pray for yourself, murderer!” With that, he turned and ordered the caravan back on the road. Behind them, Kurt slipped on his boots and jacket, gathered his possessions and slipped off into the night.

~~~~~~~

“There’s been extensive degloving across the entire back.” Dr. Wagner let the orderly clear a path through the busy hallways only pausing when they reached the entrance of the theatre.

“Is there any intact skin?” He stripped off the scarf he was wearing and the broader man flinched and averted his eyes.

“I-I don’t think so. The only place that wasn’t shredded was the front of his torso and using skin from there would be like robbing Peter to pay Paul.” The orderly shot the surgeon a confused look as he reached into a wardrobe in his office. “Is that a butcher’s apron?”

“I can never seem to remember to change my clothes before going home. I thought maybe trying to protect my clothes during surgery might at least make me look less suspicious.” The older man quickly tied the apron strings behind him. “Hmm, there doesn’t seem to be much to work with. What about the limbs?”

“Dr. Connors isn’t too optimistic about the results. He said there’s going to be at least one amputation, maybe multiple ones, although he’s holding off until you’ve patched the torso.”

“In that case, I’ll take the skin from the limbs and try to patch over the torso with that.”

“Uh, are you sure that’s wise, doctor?”

He reached back into the ward to pull out the black leather bag containing his personal equipment. “The man’s as good as dead anyway, so this is the perfect time to experiment. If he lives, all well and good, if he dies, that’s what everyone was expecting anyway. Really, there’s nothing to lose in this case.” He replaced his scarf with a new surgical mask and also put on a new pair of thin rubber gloves. “Now go start the carbolic spray.”

~~~~~~~

“Do you ever think about leaving the city?”

Kitty had spent the past 2 hours staring at her typewriter and welcomed the interruption. “Leaving New York? Sometimes, I think it would be nice to live in Boston or DC for a change but I’m pretty happy here. Definitely not going back to Chicago though. Too close to my parents.”

“Not what I meant. I mean something like going out to New Jersey. Or Ridgewood or Greenville.”

Her lips twisted down. “Ugh, no! I hate the idea of living in the countryside, I’d be so bored. Why do you ask?”

He shrugged and then waved a hand in the air, dismissing the subject. “I’ve been a little homesick. Missing the woods of Winzeldorf.”

Kitty lay her hands on the keys, but didn’t apply any pressure to them. “I’m telling you right now, if you’re planning that we get married and move out to some pastoral green acres, I’m giving back the ring immediately.”

His laugh turned into a snort turned into a brief coughing fit. Once he got his breath back (after Kitty fetched him a drink of water) he demurred. “Not right now, certainly! If nothing else, I’d make less moving out of New York. But maybe in a couple of decades, after I retire, would you consider it?”

The frown melted off her face and was replaced by contemplation. “I’ve got to admit, it still doesn’t sound good to me but who knows how I’ll feel in twenty years. Ask me then.”

~~~~~~~~

“There’s another one gone. That’s the third one this year.” Dr. Connors was back from probation (or maybe more accurately stated, he was back on probation).

“Who’s gone?”

“Another one of the nurses. Bertha, I think her name was. They all swear they’re single when they first start, but six months later they’ve gotten engaged to some patient and they’re gone.”

Dr. Wagner looked up from the desk where he was writing case notes. “That’s no good. We can’t stop them from falling in love, but we’re short-handed. Can’t they at least have the decency to tell us when they’re getting engaged so that we have a few months' notice to hire a replacement and train her?”

“Even if the girls are too silly to think of that, you’d think the patients would. But it’s out the door and straight to the chapel.” Connors took a sip of his coffee and grimaced. “Still, it gives men like you a much-needed advantage.”

Blue eyes narrowed above his mask. “What does that mean?”

“Well, I suppose the fact most of your patients are under ether makes it difficult for you to impress them. Still, I’m sure that a few of the lady patients have thought even you to be as hotsy-totsy as Valentino. Or maybe you’ve had a few shebas in the linen closet? Either way, it’d be a sockdollanger for you.”

Kurt took several minutes to untangle the slang that Connors was using. Once he did, he straightened up like a poker had been rammed up his backside. “I’m married, thank you very much.”

The other man simply grinned at him. “Is she from Canada?”

The German refused to dignify that with an answer, instead just dumping the remaining paperwork on the other doctor’s desk and walking out.

~~~~~~~

“Dad sent you over a Christmas gift.”

Kurt looked up from the journal he was reading. “Your parents don’t celebrate Christmas.”

“Yeah, I know. But I think they’ve finally resigned themselves that I’m not going to move back to Chicago and marry a nice Jewish doctor the way they want me to, so they’re at least acknowledging your existence now.”

“Does it help at all that at least I am a doctor? Even if I’m not very nice. ” He carefully unwrapped the fire-engine red wrapping paid and set it aside. Inside the matte velvet box was a pocket watch with the Star of David emblazoned on it. “What’s this?”

“It’s the bare minimum. I think they’re lying to their friends, telling them the reason I’m not coming back is that I really did marry a nice Jewish boy from Queens. If they really accepted you, Mom probably would have pushed that we do another wedding ceremony in Chicago. I suppose I should just be grateful she didn’t sit shiva for me.” Kitty slid down the side of the armchair to curl into his side. “That’s a Pryde family heirloom. It’s been passed down from father to son for about five generations now, but well . . . Dad always said he’d give it to the guy I’d marry. So there’s that.”

He set the journal on the coffee table and pulled her into his lap. “I suppose it would be rather difficult for you to run away now. No one’s going to believe you if you say I’m a bigamist or cheating on you.” He slid his hand around her side, down over her ribs. “And I’m definitely not impotent.”

She giggled at the tickling sensation. “Don’t worry, I’m not interested in exchanging you for a new model, even if your hair is vanishing faster than a dewdropper’s scratch on a bangtail.”

A brief pause. “I have no idea what you just said.”

She chortled again, leaning up to kiss the crow’s-feet around his eyes. “It’s not important. Just be glad at least one of my parents has accepted our marriage. Albeit dragging his feet all the way.”

He thumbed the lid of the pocket watch, tracing the Star with his nail. “Still, it takes a lot of bravery to step out of your comfort zone and let your daughter make her own decisions on these things. Such courage should be rewarded. Do you think he would take it amiss if I returned the gesture?”

She squirmed around until she was lying crosswise in his lap, the cold point of her nose touching bare skin just above the collar of his shirt. “I think that would be a bad idea. He’s gone out of his way to follow your culture this time, now it’s your turn to show that you respect his traditions.”

Kurt sighed, the sound slightly muffled by the mask. “I can’t exactly go back in time and ask his permission to marry you again. And Hannukah’s already passed . . .”

He felt more than saw her shrug. “Dunno. But Dad always did want a boy . . . “

“Well, I’ve never had a father. Maybe we can bond over that.”

#noir au #dr wagner

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the-fiction-witch · 5 years ago

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My Harley X

REAL LIFE: COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: SMUT AF

I yawned as I came out of work having to stretch a little where I had been in a meeting all morning fixing my hair as I got to my bike searching my denim pockets for my keys "See you next week Thomas!" My agent gleams as he walks to his car "See you" I smiled as I grabbed my keys what the heck did I out them in my helmet for? When I suddenly heard a loud rev coming from the main road probably some stupid kid with a silly exaughst on there Corsa until suddenly a really nice Harley Davidson motorcycle ride into Soho Square and parked up beside my triumph, it was dark blue with glimers in the paint that made it look like space a little with some beautiful art work down the fuel tank the rider turned it off and began slipping off there gloves "beautiful bike mate" I smiled trying to look more just as the rider took off here helmet, It was a girl with long y/h/c hair that flowed down as soon as the helmet was removed bright red lipstick and other 50's style make up she put her helmet down and fixed her hair "Cheers, this one of the new triumph's?" She asks "Uhhh yeah" I nod blushing a little "She's nice, soop her up yaself?" She asked "Hu?" I ask a little confused what she said "Work on her yaself? That's not the floor model I know I have this baby at home" she smiled "Ohh yeah, I ticker with all my bikes" I nod and she smiled unzipping her black leather jacket and she sighed happily clearly she was hot as she opened the jacket more I noticed she had only a red and black bralet under it and Uhhh nothing else, I tried my best to look away Don't be a perv, don't be a perv "Ya dick jump up into ya throat triumph?" She smirked "Ohh sorry, not often I meet a girl who knows this much about bikes" I blush "your not from around here are you?" I ask "No, I ride south often thought you twats have much nicer roads" she smiled "hey you wanna get a coffee?" She offered "Ohh uhh sure" I nod "Great," she smiled doing her jacket up "I know a good place you follow" she smiled getting her helmet back on so I quickly got sorted too and followed her off to wherever it was she was taking me.

When we got there we sat at the little place it was pretty much empty we sat for what must have been hours talking about the bikes we had and the modifications we had done on them until it began getting dark so we headed out "hey uhh... Could I uhh? Could we meet up again?" I ask her "I don't know, maybe" she shurgs "I'm sure I'll run into you again" she smiled going to her bike starting it up but I ran over "Wait!" I said "... could I get your number or your name at least?" "I don't think that's a good idea" she says "Please...I'd really like to see you again" I told her and she sighed getting a napkin from the coffee shop that she had in her pocket and writing on it she folded it up and kissed it leaving a red lipstick print on it an handing it to me "Cheers" I smiled "Your welcome" she smirked before driving off into the darkness I smirked putting it in my pocket and heading home.

'meow! Meow! MEOW!' my cat whines as I opened the door "I know I know!" I sighed shutting and locking the door instantly heading to the kitchen and putting there food in there bowls "there now shut up meowing at me" I laughed as they came to eat it "I don't even get a thank you?" I ask as they ate my phone went off and it was nothing overly important just a junk Email ohh right I need to put her number in so I got the napkin out my pocket seeing her little hand writing 'Triumph Xxx' along side her kiss so I opened it up '0826...SIKE! You think I'm that easy? See ya around We meet up again I'll give you my number, and we'll see if we can take a ride on that pretty triumph of yours XXX' "Oh shit! She didn't give me it" I sighed "well guess I just have to hope I'll see her again" I sigh

I yawned a little sleepy we had been at this bar for what felt like an eternity "Thomas? You want another one?" Jack asks gesturing to the empty glass "Ohh sure go on then" I sigh "have to be my last though" "Alright" he nods taking it to the bar so I sighed having a look around and as I did I spotted a familiar sight I had almost forgotten about her just as jack got back "so..." He began starting to try and chat about something "Sorry Jack just uhh... Keep my seat will you I got to pop out for a cig" I told him getting my wallet and my lighter and heading out as she was too I went out and saw her sat alone at a bench in the beer garden looking for her lighter "here" I offered handing her mine "Cheers" she smiled lightly hers up and handing it back so I sat with her and lit my own "You know, I rather did think I'd never see you again" I smiled "Hu?" She asked a little confused "It's me?" I laughed and she looked blank "we met like months ago" I laughed but nothing "you Siked me for your number?" I remind but nothing "triumph?" I remind "Ooohh hey, shit how you doing?" She asks as she remembered "Fine, what about you?" I ask and she shrugs "you uhh said on your note you wanted a ride on my bike?" I smiled and she nodded "Yeah? So what?" She asks "I have it tonight? You wanna go for a ride?" I offer and she smirked "Where too?" She asks "I don't know, hop on see where we end up. Isn't that your philosophy?" I smirk "Deal" she smirked "outside five minutes" she smirked before putting her cigarette out and going inside so I finished mine off and went in back to jack gathering my stuff "You alright?" Jack asked "Huu? Ohh yeah I'm heading home" I told him "What about your drink?" He asks "You have it" I told him glancing at the door to see her waiting for me in her normal leather I bit my lip looking at her "I'm off I'll talk tomorrow" I told him before I rushed off to meet with her "I'll lead, you follow me Harley" I smirk "I was thinking more along the lines off" she smirked wrapping her arms around my neck "how about ya chase me triumph" she smirked "Why would I chase you?" I asked and she smirked pulling me to kiss her it was amazing I instantly pulled her waist close so hardly an inch was between us kissing her soft lips back her lipstick tasted like cherry cola and she even slipped her tounge inside my mouth a little I was about to match her when she pulled away leaving my breathless and rilled up "You wanna ride your Harley, then you gotta catch her" she whispered before running to her bike it took me a minute before my head cleared and I ran to my own quickly starting up and racing off after her eventually after a...few broken speed limits and almost killing other drivers in the roads I got her following me so I went home and parked up and she parked up with me so I wrapped my arms around her "So? Did I catch my Harley?" I ask and she smirked "Depends what your gonna do next triumph" she smirked so I got my keys "Come on Harley" I smirk ...

As soon as we got inside my house her hands where all over me an I couldn't stop my hands going all over her I lead her up to my room and she pushed me down onto my bed standing between my legs I smirked at her "You wanna ride your Harley?" She asks and I nod bitting my bottom lip as I looked at her "well your Harley needs a little fuel first" she smirked getting on her knees and undoing my pants quickly wrapping those soft lips around my hard cock "Uuuhh uuuuughhh! Harley!" I groan going a little crazy as I haven't had a blowjob in so long grabbing the end of my bed trying not to scream throwing my head back in pleasure at her heavenly sucking trying hard not to buck into her mouth till she pulled away standing back up and wiping her mouth I noticed a lipstick line around the base of my Cock which made me smirk at her alot "Off triumph, else we won't be going for any rides" she warns turning away so I quickly got my clothes off and she got hers off too leaving her in Just some lacy underwear and sitting on my lap she kissed me and I happily kissed her back getting addicted to that cherry cola taste on her lips "Fuck me" I groan "What?" She giggled kissing down my neck "Fuck me Harley please" I begged and she giggled "Convince me" she growled "Ummmmmmm.... Harley please, come on Harley, don't you wanna ride your triumph all night?" I suggest moving her hips gently against my own and she smirked sitting up and putting my hands in a pair of handcuffs and attaching them to my bed frame so I had no escape from her not that I wanted one she slipped those little panties off and let me slip inside her raw "uuuuuhhh! Fucking hell Harley!" I moan fighting my cuffs already wanting my hands all over her she felt so good indiscribably good like I never wanted her to stop as she began to ride me "uuuhh uuhh ummmm ummmm Harley!" I groan "Umm rare triumph's are so big" she smirked Getting faster "Uuuhhh! Harley! Harley please, I'm close" I groaned but it made her speed up "please please HARLEY!" I scream getting closer but she stopped getting off me and letting me out the handcuffs she laid in the other side of my bed smirking at me so I bit my lip and climbed on top of her "you done riding your triumph?" I ask and she nods innocently "good... I get to ride my sexy Harley now?" I smirk but she shook her head "aww why not?" I ask and she giggled playing with her hair "ohhh? I need to rev up my Harley do I?" I ask and she nods "would have thought she'd be reved up Enough riding my cock" I smirk but she just blushed so I smirked giving her s kiss and kissing down her body till I reached her clit and o began passionately making out with her clit and pussy for what felt like hours I loved hearing her moaning and groaning under her breath trying not to scream so I pulled away and gave her lips another kiss "now...I'm gonna ride my Harley, and I wanna hear her" I smirk flipping her over to her stomach and pushing inside her it felt so good not as good as her riding me but I grabbed her hips and pounded her pussy like crazy she was moaning and screaming the whole time but so was I "Uhhhh uuuhh ugghr triumph" she moans "Ummm ummm uhhhh fucking hell.. Harley!" I moan back as I knew I was close and so was she it didn't take her long with our violent thrusting for her to cum her pussy tightening around me and it got me there too finishing inside her and collapsing next to her on my bed.

I yawned turning over in my bed, I could hear the birds in the tree in the garden tweeting loudly at the morning light, my soft bedsheets against my naked body, my room was dark enough to not hurt if I opened my eyes so I slowly opened them and had to rub them to try and get my eyes to focus, I saw my clock on my bedside table the red digital numbers spelling out 11:52 so I sighed turning the light away and having a sip of water from the glass on my table I yawned again and turned over wrapping my arms around the sweet body next to me "ummm good morning Harley" I smirk nuzzling close to her even giving her neck a few kisses "so... You finally gonna tell me your name now? Humm after everything last night I think you owe me that Harley" I ask but nothing I sat up a little opening my still blurry eyes more and saw it was nothing but a pillow in bed with me my clothes scattered around the bedroom floor, what the hell? Come to think of it? I don't remember putting a glass of water on my table last night? So I looked again and saw a note

'morning triumph, I see your finally awake, I had a great time last night but I have to bounce got stuff to do. I look forward to riding with you again, <3 your Harley X' Then a number with in little words 'you earnt it last night xx' and her normal lipstick mark I smiled widely at it I could smell her cherry cola lipstick and her nice scent of leather, cherry, motorcycle oil and lavender that whole half of my bed smelt of it so I put the number into my phone and laid more on that side nuzzling with the pillow while I texted her

'Morning Harley XXX I missed you this morning when you ran off on me, what was so important you'd abandon your triumph? Tell me when next your free and I'll happily arrange another little ride for us X'

And just as it was seen it rang so I happily answered "Humm morning Harley, miss me that much?" I asked "Uhhh mate I think she gave you a fake number sorry" a male voice answered "What?" I asked "Harley? My name's Mike, check the number dude but I think she might have given you a fake number... Thought I'm up for a ride if you are?" The voice answered "Uhh no thanks, I'll check" I answered hanging up and checking it no doubt I had out in the right number from the note She gave me a fake number! "Uhhhh! God dam it Harley" I sighed Collapsing on my bed.

I sighed checking my list for things I needed when I caught a glimpse of something though another Ilse so I walked a little faster towards the Ilse and I could have swarn I saw a flash of red and black and seemed so familiar to me I kept looking until "Owww!" I complain as someone walked into me "Hey watch it!" A female voice complains I looked up and saw her in a red little 50's dress and her hair held back by a red Alice band both the band and dress matching her lipstick as well as her red vintage sunglasses with a black leather jacket over it all I could smell the cherry cola lipstick from here she had a coffee in her hand with the lipstick marks around the rim and a basket in her other hand "Harley?" I smiled very happy to see her "Triumph?" She asks moving her sunglasses and putting them on her head "oh my god hey" she smiled "Hey, uhh why are you wearing sunglasses In a Tesco?" I ask "It's dam brighter in here then it could ever be out there" she complained sipping her coffee "Fair enough, what have you been up to?" I ask "Just flat hunting" she shrugs "Really your thinking of moving down here then?" I ask and she nods "well I don't know what kinda price range you have but a couple places near me have just gone up for rent?" I suggest "Really? Honestly triumph I had that kinda Money to live in London I'd just be living with you" she smirked "I wouldn't be apposed" I smirked "you gave me a fake number last we met" I sighed "I did? I could have swarn I gave you a real one" she says a little puzzled "No, It rang some guy called Mike," I sighed "It did? You still have it?" She asks and I nod handing her my phone as I opened the contract "ohh shit I'm so so sorry triumph my mistake I put a eight instead of a six" she smiled typing something and then calling the contract on my phone and hers in her pocket instantly began ringing so she clicked it off "I'm running late triumph, I'll text ya later" she smirked giving my cheek a kiss and rushing off I blushed hard very happy I did finally have her number I continued my shopping until I noticed In a reflection that I have a bright red lipstick stain on my cheek and I smirked a little at it trying to rub it off all the way home.

I smiled just finishing off a shoot for today going to get in my bike to start my ride to my hotel "Triumph?" A voice asked and I turned to see a familiar girl on the other side of the street as she crossed I recognized her "Ohh my god Harley!" I smiled so happy to see her giving her a super tight cuddle "what the heck are you doing here?" I ask her "Just doing some shopping and stuff what are you doing here?" She asks "Ohh I'm working actually I'm on a shoot here for the next couple of days" I smiled "you uhh you didn't respond to my messages?" I asked "I didn't? Ohh shit it was before August I saw you last right?" She asks and I nod "dam I'm so sorry my phone for stolen a couple weeks after" she says "Ohh shit you okay?" I ask "Yeah, it was Blackpool it happens" she sighed getting her phone "here is the new one" she smiled giving me her new number "Great, actually...if you're not too busy I'd be uhh great to catch up" I suggest "Where were you thinking?" She asks "I don't know Harley, how about my hotel room?" I suggest "Ohh... Triumph what happen since I saw you last?" She asks "I missed reving up my Harley" I smirked with a shrug "Five minutes" she smiled giving my lips a little kiss and going off towards a car park...

As soon as we got to my hotel room she pushed me on my bed "ummm Harley darling I've missed you" I groaned as I pulled her close kissing her like crazy "Humm I've missed you too triumph" she's smirked "Umm come on Harley, ride your triumph all night... Show him how much you've missed him" I growled getting my pants off she smirked as she saw my hard cock "I have missed him terribly" she smirked getting her pretty clothes off and I got the rest of mine off to sitting against the head board she smirked climbing on top of me to kiss me more which I happily returned before she pulled back and turned away letting me slip inside her I smirked playing with her beautiful hair as she began her gently riding I held her hips staring at her sexy arse as she moves "Ummmm uuumm Harley!" I groan already loving it "Uhhh uuuhh triumph" she sqeuals "Uhh fuck yeah, have I found a very responsive place on my Harley?" I groan thrusting up into that place that made her sqeual and she did it again so I kept going over and over as she got faster I moved my hands from her hips to her breasts grabbing them groping them hard as I felt her starting to get close so I got as fast as I could which got her there screaming for me and riding me hard to Rideout her orgaum which got me there finishing inside her "Uhhh uuuuuhhh Harley!" I moan and shd smiled getting off me licking my cock clean and laying on me cuddling me tightly so I cuddled her tightly too giving her some lusty kisses she returned them if a little sleepy both of us very happy to do it all again...

I yawned feeling the warm cosy hotel room bed lucky I didn't have a call today else I would be very late I smiled as I heard a gentle sleepy humm beside me so I turned over and wrapped my still half asleep arms around her perfect waist uncontrollably shuffling closer so not an inch or us was apart I felt the warmth of her skin against mine and I could smell her familiar scent I gave her shoulder a kiss which made her stur a little so I moved some hair tidying it behind her ear and giving her neck a kiss or two making her stur even more as she began to wake "uuummm" I groan "good morning Harley" I smiled "Good morning" she answered sounding very tried moving herself a little clearly slightly stretching she turned over to face me slowly opening her pretty eyes "hi" she giggled "Hi" I smiled resting my head against hers "your still here this time" "Because it's ridiculously early" she laughs "It's like half ten Harley" I laugh "See early" she says "umm you tried me out" "I know, sorry... I just hadn't seen you in so long, you can't blame me for getting a little overexcited Harley" I smirk gently Kissing up her neck "Hummm triumph" she giggled slyly pulling he closer to her "Umm Harley" I groan pulling that sexy body closer and kissing those addictive lips of hers quickly getting her on her back against the bed "humm? How's my little Harley holding up? She ready for another ride?" I smirked grinding on her "No... She's running in empty" she complained slyly "Yeah? She need me to fuel her up?" I smirk stroking my hard cock and she smirked getting up and sucking every inch of me "uuuhh! Fucking hell Harley!" I groaned pulling her away "Well that wasn't nearly enough" she whines "Okay.. so I can't ride my Harley, you wanna ride your triumph instead?" I smirk laying back down on the mattress and I couldn't keep her off me Within meer seconds she was on top of me bouncing on my cock "Uhhhh uuuuuhh Harley! Yes yes! Harley!" I screamed rolling my head against my pillow and holding her tight she kept going open intentionally clenching herself Around me until I finished inside her again

When I woke up I noticed the bed was colder I say up and noticed her gone I checked my phone and I had a message

Harley 🏍️ X: Sorry I had to run off on you again, got to rush off to somewhere else, we'll talk when I get home, XXX

Triumph 🏍️: Okay Harley, have fun, we'll have to meet up again sooner this time, I already miss you X

Harley 🏍️: How much do you miss your Harley?

So I smirked stroking my still rock hard cock and snapping and quick picture and sending it to her

Triumph 🏍️: Picture This much my sweet Harley XXX

Harley 🏍️: Ohhh very very much I see triumph, well I'm sure I'll make time for you, until then my sexy triumph <3

Triumph 🏍️: Until then my beautiful Harley x

I put my phone down as my cock pulsed it missed her so much I groaned laying back a bit more and gently stroking my cock "humm you miss her don't you?" I ask "you miss our pretty Harley? Ummm Harley" I groan my storkes turning into pumping as I jerked myself off just thinking of my beautiful Harley all the amazing things she does and how good she feels Uhhh the feeling of her all over me ummmm I felt myself getting close biting my lip and my feet kicking I was so desperate Ben after the two days in bed with her I still wanted her like a lusting vampire "uuuuhh uuuuuhhh! Harley! Harley! Harley baby!" I scream as I finished my cum spraying across my chest and cock so I smirked getting my phone and getting another picture and sending it to her

Triumph 🏍️: Picture I couldn't wait, he missed his Harley to much Xx

Harley 🏍️: Ummm dirty triumph X it's alright she got a little impaient too picture

It was obviously a hotel room bed of some sort probably where she had been staying before she ran into me with a huge wet patch on the sheets where she had obviously been mastubating on it and just that alone made me hard again

Triumph 🏍️: Ummmm what a dirty dirty Harley, I'll have to clean you up next I see you Xxx

I sighed as I finished work having a stretch and a yawn going to my bike but struggling to find my keys anywhere "Looking for something?" A familiar voice asks I turned and saw a girl leaning against a Harley Davidson motorcycle and I instantly clicked "Harley?" I ask in shock surprised to see her again I haven't seen her in months kinda assumed I wouldn't see her again "You left them in the ignition, be more careful some people would have kicked her" she says throwing me my keys "Thanks... What are you doing here?" I ask her "I wanted to visit" she smiled "you busy?" "What right now-" I began "Now...till Tuesday you busy?" She asks "Uhhh.... No" I answered it was weirdly open I didn't have anything to do that I knew off "Good, race ya to your place and I'll explain" she says so I shrugged and followed her back to my place and we went inside "So what's going on?" I ask "Pack your stuff come on" she laughs running up to my room so I ran after her and she was digging thought my draws and my wardrobe "Whoa whoa whoa! What the hell are you doing?" I complain "Packing" she shrugs "What for?" I ask "I said from today till Tuesday are you free you said yes so your coming on a trip with me" she says as she diggs thought my clothes "Trip? Packing? What the-" I began before grabbing her hands to make her stop "Harley! What is going on?" I ask her "I'm taking you on a trip with me, we'll be back Tuesday night, pack minimal clothes we're going in the bikes" she explained "Harley... I can't I've got a -" I began but she kissed me ohh fuck it I can't resist my heavenly Harley so I kissed her back holding her tight almost pushing her down on my bed but she stopped me "They'll be Time for that later" she smirked "come on pack" she says going downstairs so I got some nice clothes into a bag and going down to see her stood outside on my drive smoking "So...where is it where going?" I ask "That's for me to know and you to find out triumph" she smirked grabbing my cock thought my pants I tried to grab her but she went getting on her bike with her backpack so I got on mine happily following her...

When we got to this little sea side place I was eaughsted I had no idea how far we where going to go we parked up in these little spaces on this dark site and she dragged me inside a shallet and pushed me on the bed sitting in my lap and starting to kiss me "Harley... Harley!" I tell her pushing her away "I gotta rest baby" I told her "Come on don't you wanna ride your Harley" she giggled kissing my neck "Umm of course I do, just...in the morning I'm exhausted I must have done a hundred miles and I had already been up like six hours for work, I'm sorry Harley in the morning I promise" I told her and she smiled giving me a little kiss "Okay" she smiled getting off me so I got up getting changed into my boxers and a old shirt climbing into the cosy bed Harley climbed in with me in her little silk nightie I smiled wrapping my arms around her waist kissing her head making her blush a little as she cuddled me too "goodnight triumph" she yawns "Goodnight Harley" I smiled giving her a gentle kiss I waited a little while just holding her in my arms watching her sleep fixing her hair from her face "your the most beautiful girl I've ever met Harley, I wish you could stay with me" I whispered giving her a kiss before drifting off to sleep

It had been a few days as had been here only really going out to smoke or for food the rest of it having lustful passionate sex on the bed, in the bath, in the shower, on the floor, on the kitchen counter top and even in the window sill at one point, I was stood at the window sill in just my boxers having a cigarette out the window as Harley laid in the bed the tiny lose sheet all that was concealing her from me "Harley?" I ask "Ummm?" She asks trying to fix her three days of bed head hair "Why do we do this?" I ask "What do you mean?" She asks "I mean ever since we met you've done this you turn up rock my world then... Your gone." I began "you never reply to texts or calls you hardly ever are here when I wake up in the morning" I complain "you just turn up become the centre of my life and then your gone for months on end" "I'm sorry" she says "I know your sorry" I sighed "I can't escape the feeling your not telling me something?" "Triumph it's not like that-" she began "That's what I mean, I've known you for two years now I don't even know your name" I sighed "look Harley... If this was just like a friend's with benefits or a quick roll in the hay every so often I wouldn't care but-" I began "I really like you, I mean look at you your everything I've ever wanted, your a 50's and 60's freak who constantly dresses like she walked of a 50's movie set, you ride a motorcycle and actually know what your talking about hell you probably know more then I do! Your kinky as fuck and your amazing to be around" I explain putting my cigarette out "your my dream harley," I told her sitting on the bed and holding her hand "Thomas ... It's not that simple" she says I was a little shocked I don't think I've ever heard her use my name before "Then tell me why?" I asked "You won't like it" she says "So what tell me anyway" I told her "Thomas it's not that I don't want to be here with you, if I could I would have moved down here with you and would happily be your little Harley forever" she smiled caressing my cheek "Then why not?" I ask "Because... I have a husband" she says and I froze "A husband?" I ask "then what the hell am I?" "Uhhh... The other man, I guess" she says "How long have you had a husband?" I ask "Long before I met you Thomas" she smiled "I haven't been happy a long long time so I started taking my Harley and just driving as far as I could trying to get away from him, but he always made me come home eventually" she sighed "Thomas... Your my sweet little triumph if I could stay here with you, then I would" she smiled giving my lips a kiss "If you're that unhappy Harley divorce him" I told her "I wouldn't have anywhere to go" she says "Ohh my silly little Harley, of course you would" I smiled kissing her head "Harley... I love you, and if you wanted to come live with me you'd be more the welcome my darling" I told her and she smiled pulling me to kiss her I happily kissed those adorable cherry cola lips of hers till I pulled away "I'll send the paper work off when we get back, I'm coming home with you" she smiled "Okay... Harley? What is your real name?" I ask "Y/n" she smiled "Y/n, it's a very pretty name" I smiled kissing her head "but... you'll always be my Harley" I smiled "Umm I love you" she smiled hugging me close "I love you too" I told her...

I yawned having a stretch as the kettle boiled grabbing the milk out the fridge to make my coffee I heard little steps down the stairs and soon enough little hands all over me "Hummm good morning" I smiled "Morning" she yawns "tea please" she giggled as she went past taking the milk to make herself some cereal "Coming right up" I smiled giving her cheek a kiss Which made her giggle pulling me to kiss her properly as the kettle finished up so I got he mug and made her some tea while my coffee was brewing in my mug she smiled taking her tea and as I took my coffee leaning against the counter as I had a sip she smiled standing between my legs sipping her tea "how's my little Harley this morning?" I ask her putting my coffee down to give her a cuddle she giggled putting her tea down to cuddle me too "Fine, how's my triumph?" She asks "Humm worn out," I smirk giving her some kisses "Mummy! Daddy!" A little voice whines "mummy mummy I want marshmallow cereal" our daughter yells as she ran into the kitchen in her little unicorn PJ's "Sorry Ariel, all we have is mummies fruity cereal" y/n told her picking her up to give her a cuddle "But I wanted marshmallow" she whines "I know sweetie I know," she reasured her "Daddy daddy! I want a crumpet" our son yells as he ran down the stairs with his dinosaur "Alright, you take your sister then and I'll make you a crumpet" I told him fluffing his hair "I wanna help" he whines "Go on," I told him and him and Ariel went and sat at the table waiting for there breakfast once it was done I went and sat with my coffee and some toast watching them as Norton does have a bit of a mean edge towards his little sister "Crumpets and butter for Norton, and cereal for Ariel" y/n smiled as she gave them both there breakfast and sat with her cereal "Daddy? How did me an Ariel get our names?" Norton asked "Well kiddo, mummy and daddy are motorcycle nuts and Norton and Ariel are two of the best British motorcycles" I explain "What about the ones you have? Harley and the triumph?" Ariel asks picking at her cereal "Well... Those are mummy and daddies pet names" I smirk giving y/n a kiss "isn't that right Harley?" I smirk "That it is triumph boy" she giggled giving me a kiss "Can we have our name bikes?" Norton smiled "Absolutely not you'll break your neck" she told them "When your sixteen kiddo" I winked and the seemed happy with that

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justapencilandsomeblood · 5 years ago

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The First Bite

So, as promised here’s the first of probably many RPs between me and @ichaisme I’m enjoying writing with her, and it’s probably the closest I’ll get to ever actually writing out this story, so I hope you all enjoy~

It was a peculiar store, walls and shelves full of oddities and the occult. Joey Drew felt right at home among the dusty trinkets and books claiming to be full of magic. He was thankful Henry knew of his more out there hobbies, and allowed him to indulge. Today, a particular book caught the man's attention, one about vampires. He smirked and rolled his eyes at the ridiculous notion of such things existing, but humored himself with a read anyways. Joey was so engrossed in fact, he didn't notice the man watching him until he heard him clear his throat. "O-oh! My apologies, we're you interested in the book im reading or-" His brow furrowed as he was handed a small card, the strange man whispering. "If you're truly interested in that topic, come to this address tonight, it'll be a night you'll never forget." And with that, the man walked away, leaving Joey to stare at the card in his palm. --- Joey sighed as he looked up at the large, decrepit house in front of him. Oh, Drew, what are you getting yourself into... He just had to be curious. He just had to know. You know what they say about curiosity and cats. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to grab the knocker on the door and giving a good few hits. Guess it's time to wait, I feel so dumb... what if this is all an elaborate prank?

******** The door slowly opened to reveal the presumable owner of the building. Tall and thin, one could wonder how he held together in his frailty, and yet he exuded a confidence that almost completely covered any concern. The dark red velvet suit jacket, perfectly tailored to him, lined with black and dotted in dark brass buttons, helped cut an impressive figure. Gaze going further up, the pale face practically shone in the dim light. His eyes, a rich brown so bright they almost seemed red, looked him up and down. His emotions danced across his face in a well-rehearsed dance: recognition, understanding, and finally, warm hospitality. “Ah,” he began smoothly, leaning a bit into his cane; the picture of nonchalance. “You must be the guest Alistair invited. My name is Benjamin. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He offered a black gloved hand to shake, tilting his head politely down. The position made it more obvious that his gelled hair pulled back into two distinct points. “Do come in. Dinner is about to be served~” ******** Oh. Oh dear. Joey felt his face heat up as he took in the other man's appearance. He was pretty sure he was a monogamous man, but this stranger was suddenly making him have doubts. He cleared his throat, reaching out to take the hand that was offered, "Drew, Joey Drew," he stumbled, stepping inside. He wasn't sure if he wanted this man to recognize his name or not. Sure, he was proud of his and Henry's work on the Boris cartoons, but what would such a regal gentleman think of him for making silly children's shows? Although, his thoughts were cut off at the idea of food, "Oh, dinner sounds just lovely! I'm starving." ******** “Joey Drew?” He raised a brow, closing the door behind the man after he stepped inside. “The same Joey Drew of Boris cartoon fame?” A man like that, interested in the occult? How interesting. It did… complicate things just a little. Alistair would need to be more discrete about disposal, and other logistics would need to me be hammered out, but… he wouldn’t be the highest-profile victim he’d ever had. “Incredible, being in the presence of such a talent.” The mention of food again brought his sharper smile back, bowing with a flourish and directing him towards the dining room. “Coincidentally, so am I. Shall we dine?” ******** His cheeks reddened more at the recognition, but he didn't respond, instead gladly following towards the dining room. Although, upon reaching their destination, Joey couldn't help but pause. There was a table, just as extravagant as the rest of the house, but it wasn't set in the least, in fact it had a layer of dust, cobwebs clinging to the centerpiece. No one had eaten here in a long time. "Uhhh..." he ran a finger through the dust, his back turned to the men, "I hate to come across as rude, but I am a tad confused on dinner, is it just not here yet?" Just go along with this, Drew, they're obviously pulling your leg. Perhaps two men that are a bit too into role play? ******** Benjamin had to take a moment to compose himself after that. Most who stepped into his dining room realized immediately something horrible was about to happen. They'd try to beg. They'd try to run. All met the same end. But this man... reckless in his interests and completely oblivious to danger, kept up the game. Such naiveté... it was endearing in a way, like a puppy that didn't quite understand that its tail was attached to its body. It was almost a shame to kill him. But, a meal was a meal. A red glow to his eyes signalled the shift. Like a snake advancing on an unaware prey, he slunk up behind him, one hand creeping up to grip Joey's shoulder, tight but not painful. "Perhaps you have been led astray, sir," he murmured into his ear, voice lowering in octave. Another step closer, and Joey stood trapped between the table and Ben's body, solid despite the thinness. "You are the meal~" He relished the sensation a moment, before the grip on Joey's shoulder tightened, and the vampire sank his fangs into his neck. ******** He really was oblivious, convinced he knew the situation. He was going to turn to face the two, expecting some form of 'we got you!!' Instead, Joey found that he couldn't move. Some invisible force kept his body firmly planted in front of the table, his back to the strangers. Fuck. Okay, just breathe Drew. No need to panic. Then the hand was on his shoulder- he was trapped. He couldn't move. He couldn- Oh fuck that hurt- Joey's breathing was uneven, the sounds of swallowing in his ear. He could feel the tug, his blood being forcefully taken. Fuck... this is real... ******** Ben contented himself with drinking at first, but the longer he drained, the more he wondered-- maybe he should let him live. There was some amusement to be had in that. If he intended to though, he had to decide quick. The oddly cute but naive human, or a full meal... With a barely muttered curse he pulled away. That was what he got for still mingling at all with humans. He punctured his own wrist with his fangs, holding Joey firmly upright and in place as he waited for the blood to flow. Such an odd distinction between the living and the (un)dead. He technically still had a heartbeat, slow as it may be. Blood somehow still flowed through his veins, yet... thicker. Darker. More potent. For a vampire to drink another's blood would mean to go insane. For a human... well, it would let him survive how much he'd lost so far. Once there was enough dripping down his arm for a taste, he shoved the bloodied limb into Joey's mouth. ******** Joey Drew was going to die. He'd finally done something stupid enough, and was facing the consequences. Everything was cold, the freezing chill starting in his fingertips, spreading up his arms the more was drank. He wasn't even aware anymore. Everything had gone black, Joey lost in his own mind. But then there was a spark. A small taste like electricity. He felt himself coming back as he licked at whatever was in his mouth. It was amazing. Words couldn't describe how it tasted, how it felt. He wanted more. He reached up, grabbing the limb as it tried to pull away, digging his teeth in. ******** Ben winced a bit. Apparently, the taste was very compelling. That could cause an issue. He shifted his hand up to grip Joey’s hair tightly, forcibly pulling his head away from his wrist, “If you go too far you’ll turn yourself,” he warned with a hiss. “That’s more than enough for you to survive.” ******** A small whine came from Joey's throat as he fought against Ben's hold. This wasn't how the man ever behaved, but that taste. It wouldn't get out of his head. How bad he wanted it. Needed it. He struggled again, trying to lunge for another bite. ******** "Really?" Ben raised a brow, scoffing a bit. "Fine. You can't drain me, and I warned you. Suffer the consequences." He released his grip on the man's hair. ******** As if Joey even comprehended that warning. The second he was let go, he jumped. Joey dug his teeth back into Ben's arm, opening the wound that had already begun healing. He let out a moan, getting lost in the taste as blood filled his mouth. He never wanted to stop. It was sweeter than anything he'd ever tasted, filled him with a newfound energy. But soon- Soon Joey let go, pushing the limb away with a gag. It had turned rotten, burning his throat. He doubled over, gagging and coughing, his mind suddenly clear again. "W-what...?" Joey was trying to get his bearings, remembering where he was, remembering what had happened. It was only after a few minutes did Joey really consider what was going on. He looked up at Ben, his hand going to the dark bite mark on his neck, the wound already healed over. The more time passed, the more Joey noticed was off. There was a steady heartbeat, he tracked the sound, he could hear Alistair's heart. It was loud and clear despite the man being on the other side of the room. Joey panicked, falling backwards as he began hyperventalating. Ben was a demon. A monst- Joey had to protect himself. He dug into his pocket, intent on grabbing the small silver chain he kept there. With a hiss of pain, Joey instantly removed his hand, staring at the smoking skin, and now seeing the sharp black claws on his fingers. His crucifix had burned him. Tears were running down his face, whether from pain, fear, the crushing realization of what had happened... "What did you do?" ******** "Ruined a perfectly good meal," he sighed, glancing over the wound before tugging down his sleeve. "Now the turning you into a vampire part, that was mostly you. I intended to only give you enough to not kill you, but despite my warnings you continued to drink. So here you are." ******** "T-turning me...?" Joey felt his body go cold at those words, sure, it'd been obvious. But hearing the truth out loud like that slapped him in the face. His gaze fell from the other man- the other vampire- to instead stare at the floor. He wasn't human. Joey Drew was a monster. Damned. Cursed. The tears kept flowing, dripping down onto the floor as Joey sat in silence. ******** He sighed softly at the display. "Always a rough time for the newly turned. You will adjust," he said assuredly. "Tread lightly during this time. I'm happy to answer questions.." ******** Joey let out a defeated sigh, wiping his face and standing up. He felt numb. Dead. Because you are dead... "I..." his voice cracked as he tried to speak, his throat horribly dry, "do you have any water...?" ******** He shook his head, unable to keep slight amusement from his face. "Water will not quench your thirst. Not anymore." As he spoke, he slunk over to Alistair's side, placing a leading hand on his shoulder. "May I offer you as this fledgling's first taste, my love? You know I'll watch him very closely," he murmured, audible only to him as they stepped a bit closer to where Joey stood. ******** Alistair of course gave a diligent nod, he would do anything for Benjamin. Although, he did now have a light blush thanks to how soft the other was. Joey on the other hand, he was trembling, terrified once more of what he'd become. He didn't fully hear the conversation, but he could easily figure out what had been discussed. "N-no!" He took a step back, unfortunately bumping right into the table, "I can't...!" ******** "Of course you can. You live in an either or. Either you drink, or you die. Better have your first in a controlled environment, learn humanity's limits since I doubt you're willing to kill. Your other option is to go feral with hunger and likely hurt someone you care about. I suppose that's your choice." He wasn't about to coddle Joey, though he did feel he should insist at least once before letting him go. No one could accuse him of not trying then. ******** Go feral... and hurt someone...? Joey frowned, hating that the other vampire was right. This was his life now. He needed- Joey didn't want to think about that. Just drink some and move on with life. Ignore that you're a bloodthirsty monster. He nodded, turning to Alistair. The man gave a small smile, tucking his long black hair behind his ear and exposing his neck. With a nervous glance at the human's face, he leaned in and bit down. ******** True to his whispered promise, he stayed close by the entire time Joey fed, half possessive, half out of concern. First time biters had a tendency to go too far. And if he dared even try to take a drop more of what he should from Alis, he was going to separate them. ******** Alistair winced, it wasn't at all gentle and warm like when Ben fed from him on occasion. Of course it wouldn't be, Ben was experienced, this was Joey's first time. He glanced over at Benjamin, his brows furrowing in concern as he started feeling weak. How much was he going to take? Joey didn't want to admit it, but it did taste good. It came natural as well. Each swallow calming the dry scratch in his throat. Filling him with a wonderful full feeling he knew he'd crave forev- He let go with a hiss when he felt a small tug, only moving about an inch away from the bite to bare his fangs at whoever was daring to take his meal. "Mine." ******** The second Alistair glanced at him, he reached to pull Joey lightly away. Oh, but that hiss. That claim. He bristled with barely contained rage, throwing him back with superhuman strength. "NO. MINE. Control yourself, or I will do that for you," he growled, hugging Alistair possessively to him. ******** When Joey hit, something had cracked from the impact. Him or the wall, he couldn't tell let alone care at this moment. His meal was being taken. He got up, ready to fight. ******** Ben scowled and held Alis a little tighter. “Fine. I warned you.” He glared, letting his rage funnel into his order, “RELAX. Take a seat while you’re at it. Calm down.” ******** Joey felt his whole body suddenly untense. He slumped back against the wall he'd hit, sliding down to the floor to sit. He stared at the other two, confused and a bit shaken at his body moving on his own. ******** “You’re wondering what just happened,” Ben commented, watching him. “We are... bonded, in a way. My blood turned you. If I order you to do something, anything at all, your body will obey without question, even if your mind objects. I don’t intend to abuse that power, but until you can control your urges, I will use it disciplinarily. For example, when you get too consumed by the taste of blood.” He scoffed a bit, then realized he was still hugging his partner to him. A bit of composure lost, he quickly separated, but couldn’t help but linger slightly with his hand on his cheek. “How are you feeling?” ******** Alistair smiled at the hand on his cheek, Ben was always such a comfort. He glanced over at Joey, the fledgling sitting with his head hung in silence, then looked back up at Ben, "I'll be alright, Sir, just a bit dizzy." He reached up to his neck, feeling the sticky mess that remained with a grimace. ******** His gaze traveled down to the blood on his neck. “Let me take care of that. And Joey, pay attention,” he ordered carefully. “This is arguably the most important part of the process, if you don’t want to kill someone. You need to seal the puncture wounds. If you don’t, they can bleed out.” With affection and tenderness, he brought his mouth to Alistair’s neck, cleaning the mess Joey left behind with his tongue, willing assurance and warmth into every action. He put particular attention to the puncture wounds themselves, allowing enough time for it to fully close. ******** Alistair couldn't help the shiver that went down his spine, nor his cheeks heating up. He loved getting attention like this from Ben. The taller man being so gentle and caring, considering what Alistair has seen him do to men, it reminded him just how precious he was to the vampire. Joey let out a small sigh of frustration as he watched, he was still under Benjamin's control, unable to speak or move. ******** He smiled a bit as he felt him shiver, lingering a bit longer close to him before finally pulling away. "There we go. Joey, you are free now. Blood loss is serious." ******** Joey remained silent, but stood. He didn't want to acknowledge what had happened. He didn't want to accept what he was. But... after a few more stretches of silence he spoke, "I," he took a deep breath, "I don't think I can do this on my own." He wanted to just leave. Leave and be done with this night. Yet he knew he'd need to feed again. ******** Ben nodded a bit, "Come to us. We can guide you through the process, and you will not have to kill anyone," he offered. ******** "T-thank you," he mumbled in response, I won't have to kill anyone. It'll be fine. Joey moved towards the door, trying to ignore the freezing numbness in his chest at the fear of just what he'd gotten himself into.

#batim au #vampire joey drew #story #tw wrist injury #tw blood #tw suggestive content

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specialmindz · 6 years ago

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“LOOK SNAS! Weaves.” Papyrus held out his gloves to show his brother the handful of wet leaves he had picked off the ground, wearing a big smile…though it was a tad TOO big for Sans liking…

“yep, those are leaves all right...you’re not gonna eat those are ya’?”

“Course’ not stink head,” said the baby bones, slightly insulted. “Unlike you big Buther, I knows the difference between clothes and food. You think the baby be stupid?”

“i don’t eat trees and those aren’t clothes. trees don’t wear leaves to stay warm, otherwise they wouldn’t be on the ground come winter.”

“They’re hats Snas, and hats are clothes. Twees doesn’t wear them during winter cause’ they all worn out,” Papyrus picked up a leaf. “See dis leaf? It gots holes in it. Not good. They needs new hats.”

“no they don’t, the leaves collect sunlight for them so they can get energy, pappy. There’s holes in them because insects are eating them.”

Apparently, he thinks I’M stupid…

“Not erybody a twee-eating woah-bot Snas…sides’ we’s underground silly bones!”

“i’m not-”

“And the sun don’t go out in winter! Nyeh heh heh!”

Sans gave his brother a look, but stayed silent. He knew full well that his younger sibling was just waiting for him to argue so he could start some kind of drama and he wasn’t going to give the infant the satisfaction. Papyrus knew about the sun lamps that hung from the mountain ceiling and if he wanted to pick a fight about something that stupid, he was going to have to try a little harder than that.

I wish he’d put his energy to good use…I know he’s just a baby, but he’s smart right? He could do some real good for the Underground if he’d just try. Why does he wanna act stupid and annoy people all the time?

“We should be good baes and get the twees some new hats before someone cut them down,” said Papyrus, pulling Sans out of his thoughts. “They moves real slow ya’ know? Like Charlie. I bet Dirt-Butt knows where the hat store be! Is probably in one of those tunnels…a kiosk if baby had to guess.”

Oh yeah, Flowey! I forgot about him, he hasn’t visited us in a while.

Maybe Papyrus ISN’T trying to start a fight after all…maybe he thinks since Flowey’s a monster, ALL plants are monsters…they just can’t talk like he can.

Still feels like he’s messing with me though, why call the leaves hats instead of hair? They grow on top of the trees like hair and hair falls out and I even heard it gets damaged…

An image of Undyne arguing with her mother flashed through his mind. She got in trouble often because she wouldn’t put her hair up before swimming and usually ended up with leaves and other grasses Sans wasn’t familiar with tangled in her bright red locks.

One day she might make a habit of putting it in a ponytail of some sort, but for now, her hair was too short for her to care too much. She was never one to care about her physical appearance; if it wasn’t slowing her down in the water or getting caught on stuff, Undyne simply didn’t and wouldn’t care no matter how much her mother screamed at her.

I’m glad I don’t have hair. As pretty as it is, it looks hard to take care of.

Where is Undyne anyway? She was supposed to meet us here…

“SNAS!”

“huh?” Sans stopped daydreaming and looked down to find a very annoyed baby bones glaring up at him. Apparently, he had missed a question…that, or an entire conversation.

“uh, sorry. what’s a kiosk?”

“*Sigh* Is a tiny shop dat sells tiny things,” replied the baby holding his fingers close together. “I was talkin’ bout’ how there might be one that sells hats for da’ twees in one of those tunnels.”

“you mean the dog tunnels?”

“Yep! Is a good hiding pace cause’ lossa peoples think branches are the twee’s arms, but is really their roots. They use them to walk and grab stuffs from underground like Dirt-Butt, but you probly already knowed that. Hippie’s be one wit da’ nature! You’s keeping the twee store a secret right? Cause’ is illegal? You help the twees a widdle and they give you a munch on da’ side?”

“what the hell are you talking about papyrus?” asked Sans completely lost.

“You’s leading peoples astray wit yo’ cwazy talk about twees having solar powers so that no one will cut them down and in return, they let you eat their hats.”

Oh good, it’s another one of his conspiracy theories. Those don’t get old at all.

“the only one talkin’ crazy here is you baby bro. i don’t know how dad made you, but something went very wrong.”

“Nope, I’s right all right. You just gots da’ trust issues. You think I’s gonna tell erybody about the store, so you’s lying with the deceit!” exclaimed the baby pointing his finger at his brother accusingly. “Don’t know why you think baby would do dat, I’s always been nice to you and I’s ALWAYS honest, but-”

“bullcrap you’re honest! ain’t nothing ‘honest’ about you!”

“If daz what you think, then your memory be worse then the baby’s!”

“n-”

“You should go ask Daddy to fix yo’ memory brain big Buther.”

Okay he DOES want to start a fight.

“my memory’s fine and you know it. you lie about everything. you told me the mountain was made out of dinosaur poop!”

“It is!”

“it’s not.”

“Is too! Daz why all mountains are big and pointy and stuffs grow on them. Is cause’ doody be good fer-ti-lizer. Dis mountain don’t smell no more cause’ is been a gazillion years is all…”

“you’re so full of crap.”

“Nuh uh, ask the baby bear dat lives here, he know! He tell me humans climb doody mountains like dis allll the time looking for bears, so they can injects em’ with stuff dat turns them into candies.”

“i doubt he even knows you.”

“He do, he know me and he tell da’ baby dat the serum stuffs make all their fur fall out and turns their bodies into gummies. It shrink them too Snas! Like, reeeal small, till’ they can fits in yo’ hand. Humans call the candies Gummy Bears and they puts em’ on their nice cream.”

“gummy bears huh? shame. that’s not a very creative name pap, and you were telling such a great lie too.”

“I’s NOT lying! I gots poof, see?” Papyrus pulled a bag of…something, out of his jacket and held it up proudly. “It say ‘Gummy Bears’ and inside be widdle dead bears that got caught stealing pic-i-nic baskets. Dis what bears get for stealing big Buther…they doesn’t go to jail cause’ they strong enough to bend da’ bars.”

“eww! put that down papyrus, it’s dripping!”

“NO! These MY gummies! Go find yo’ own Snas!”

SCRUF SCRUF SCRUF SCRUF!

Papyrus ran through the snow as best a baby bones could in a vain attempt to protect his gummies from his hungry hippo brother, but the snow was FAR too deep for such a tiny thing like him he realized, as he noticed Sans walking beside him nonchalantly with his hands in his pockets.

Fine then, Plan B.

Rolling onto his back, he began kicking in the air, holding onto his bag of candy protectively. “If you think taking candies from dis baby gonna be easy, we’ll see what you think after yo’ teeths go missing, NYEH!”

“you’re gonna get sick bro.”

“I PUT YOU IN DA’ MEDICAL WING FIRST! You weave mah gummies alone stink buther, YOU GOTS YOUR HATS!”

Teleporting behind his sibling, Sans grabbed the bag with the shrieking baby bones still attached. He didn’t know HOW Papyrus had managed to eat so many things from the Dump without getting sick, but the comedian’s paranoia was starting to get to him. Monsters that couldn’t handle the poisonous fumes from the volcano in Hotland were dropping like flies and being sent to their Medical Ward in the lab, never to return; in fact, NO sick monsters were returning from the Medical Ward, despite some of their illnesses not being all that serious.

It’s because we’re so low on magic crystals.

The medicines we use are made from plants that need sun lamps like these to live, but without the crystals to provide the electricity...

“…i hope WE don’t get sick…”

Papyrus stopped screaming for a second. “Nyeh?”

Uh oh, what was Sans thinking about NOW? Obviously, his mind was no longer on the bag of Gummy Bears…or on how cruel he was being, taking candies away from cute little skelly babies such as himself.

He seemed to be fixated on the sun lamps above them, glowing dimly, definitely not as bright as last month. Papyrus didn’t really know how the lamps worked, or at least he didn’t remember anyway, but he knew why they were dim. They had to turn the power down to conserve what little energy they had left.

“Why you worried bout’ the fake suns Snas? You still gots da’ fake sparklies in Waterfall…”

“*sigh* you…you don’t understand bro. the plants we use…they need these lights to live. if they go out, we won’t have any more medicine or even foo-”

Oh shit.

“GASP! NO FOOD?!”

“papyrus.”

Aw crap, I shouldn’t have said anything.

“BUT YOU NEEDS FOOD!” exclaimed Papyrus, dropping to the ground and putting his hands to his cheekbones. “WHAT YOU GONNA DO IF THERE NO PLANTS FOR YOU TO MUNCH HIPPIE WOAH-BOT BABY? YOU CAN’T WIVE OFF MILK LIKE I DOS!”

“you don’t live off milk, i’ve seen you eat other…you were just trying to eat this garbage!”

“Don’t worry Snas! We gonna go find Dirt-Butt and get him to tell the twees the sit-u-ation-”

“I DON’T EAT TREES!”

“We gonna get him to tell the twees in their language that times have changed. Like an old diaper, IS TIME TO DO AWAY WITH PAST TRADITIONS AND WELCOME DA’ NEW!”

“what the hell are you talking about?”

“NO LONGER SHALL THEY LIVE THEIR WIVES AS NUDISTS!” cried Papyrus, pumping his fist into the air.

“the hell do you know what a nudist is? we don’t watch videos like that!”

“NO LONGER SHALL THEY ACCEPT BEING TREATED LIKE SECOND CLASS PEOPLES AND DEPEND ON OUR FAKE SUNS FOR WARMTH!”

“iii don’t think you understand how trees OR sun lamps work baby bro…”

“THEY SHALL FIGHT FOR THEIR INNAPENDENCE! Tell em’ Dirt-Butt.”

“WE SHALL FIGHT FOR OUR INDEPENDENCE!”

“NO, no one’s fighting ANYONE, and get outta here flowey! where’d you even come from?!”

Poking his head out from behind a tree, Flowey leapt up onto a nearby stump and began his trademark wiggling dance, equipped with a smile. “I heard the brat say my name a couple minutes ago. Usually, that means something terrible is about to befall me in the near future, so I thought I’d stick around and learn what that something was beforehand, so as to avoid any trauma…wasn’t aware this was a pep rally though.”

“it’s not. like i said, no one’s fighting anybody, pap’s just being dumb.”

“YOU DUMB! They are gonna fight Snas! monsters be cutting power from the high lamps so big peoples can have their coffee, and they cuts twees down for firewood if their hats not pretty enough! DIRT-BUTT’S PEOPLE BE OPPRESSED!”

“YEAH SMILEY, MY PEOPLE ARE OPPRESSED!”

“THEY WANTS EQUAL RIGHTS!”

“WE WANT VENGENCE!”

“THEY WANTS RESPECT!”

“WE WANT BLOOD!”

“THEY WANTS A BRIGHTER FOOTURE FOR THEIR BABIES!”

“WE WANT A NEW WORLD ORDER!”

“you two are NOT on the same page.”

“DOWN WIT DA’ RACIST MONSTERS AND THEIR RACIST WAYS! VIVA REVOLUTION!”

“viva-what…?”

“GENOCIDE GENOCIDE!!”

RUSTLE!

“Hm?” Flowey turned his head towards a tree that had yet to lose most of its leaves upon hearing something rustling within. Squinting his eyes didn’t do him a bit of good in finding out just who the shadowy figure lurking amongst the branches was, but the text that appeared when they spoke…and the voice that accompanied it, were all the hints he needed to get him rolling them in IMMEDIATE annoyance.

“GET THE HELL OFF ME PEDO-TREE! LET GO OF MY HAIR!”

Oh good, it’s Fish Breath. I was waiting for someone to ruin my day…

“Nyeh? Where you going Dirt-Butt?”

“GODDAMNIT!”

“Yeaah, I forgot, the trees and I juust passed this new law that says no hanging out with dorks…sucks huh?”

“…”

“Oh don’t you two look at me like that! You know I voted against it, but we plants run a democracy sooo…duces dorks! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

And with that, Flowey vanished into the ground just as Undyne came tumbling down the tree.

“OOF!”

“undyne!” Sans dropped the bag of gummies and ran over to help her up. “don’t touch that bag bro! undyne, are you alright?”

“Ow…STUPID TREE! YOU’RE LUCKY ALL THESE HATS BROKE MY FALL OR I’D KICK YOUR ASS!”

Sans stopped.

“Um, hello? Aren’t you gonna help me up? I’M A LADY DAMNIT!”

“*Mamph* I’ll helps you *gulp* Fish Lady!”

“I’m just kidding Papyrus, I’m okay, I’m fi-no…no Papyrus, don’t-don’t touch me, go. Go. Over. There. Go to your brother.”

“You wants some of these candies? They’re good…”

“No, they smell gross and they’re dripping with gay water,” said Undyne, pushing Papyrus towards Sans.

“Is okay! I heard-ed somewhere that the rainbow water only affects froggets…”

“pappy-”

“Why? Because they’re water monsters? Well so am I, so I can’t eat stuff from the Dump.” She looked around the wooded area. “Where’s that one guy that was shouting about homicide? I know there was someone else here!”

Did he climb up a tree like I did?

“genocide, not homicide. Flowey left awhile ago. As soon as you fell out of that tree as a matter of fact…why WHERE you up there anyway?”

“I was on a stakeout, looking for that one kid that likes to get mad at people when they don’t find him funny. Snowdrake or whatever his name is.” She scanned the area again with her one good eye; there was DEFINITELY someone else here before. She wouldn’t mistake an annoying high-pitched voice like that for Sans or even Papyrus.

Where could they have gone so quickly?

“what, snowdrake? why?! snowdrake isn’t a criminal! he gets mad when people don’t like his puns, but he doesn’t ATTACK people!”

Often…

Undyne glared at him, but Sans refused to back down. Snowdrake was one of the few people he HOPED he could become friends with in time. He didn’t seem to care about how dangerous his little brother was, only that Sans enjoyed his jokes. Apparently, his father was a comedian and had been for several years, but the two didn’t get along because of one singular problem Snowdrake had. He didn’t understand comedy. He enjoyed puns like Sans, but he couldn’t seem to grasp the concept of what they were for and he often got angry whenever people didn’t find him funny.

To be honest, his temper tantrums were an embarrassment to Sans, but he hoped in time he’d grow out of it, and he damn sure wasn’t going to ruin everything by ratting him out to Undyne so she could play hero…

“HE’S DISTURBING THE PEACE SANS! HE’S DISTURBING THE PEACE OF OUR PEACEFUL COMMUNITY AND MUST BE BROUGHT TO JUSTICE! Though it sounds like I found an even BIGGER problem in our community…”

“a bigger problem?”

“A poacher of endangered monsters! Where did this genie-killer go Sans? YOU HAVE TO TELL ME OR YOU’RE AN ACCOMPLICE!”

The Font stared at her for a moment, torn between being relieved that her attention had been drawn elsewhere and being annoyed with having to once again deal with another big plate of stupid so early in the morning. “what genie-killer? genies don’t even exist. i said GENO-cide, not genie-cide. you heard wrong.”

“I don’t think so. Another name for genies is ‘djinn’ and it’s pronounced the same way. I’m not stupid Sans! I don’t read nerd books, but I study the law and stuff! GEN-ocide or DJINN-ocide, however you want to spell it, is the murder of GENIES-”

“no.”

“And genies are a rare breed of ghost monster that possess an object and come out only to grant wishes-”

“no.”

This is a VERY big plate of stupid.

“THAT’S why poachers are after them. If bad people make bad wishes, it could destroy the world, so they hunt them down. Your friend might THINK he’s doing everyone a favor, but he’s still a murderer if he kills one-”

“genies do not exist.”

“*Nom* Nowheres but the Middle East anyways.”

“…”

“…what?”

Papyrus reached into his bag. “The word ‘djinn’ is Arabic. That mean genies come from da’ Middle East…dat’s where Egypt be big Buther. Is in da’ middle of the earth…but also a widdle east,” he popped a gummy into his mouth. “I doesn’t know if they come from Saudi Arabia or Iraq, but they definitely not live here. They be used to desert environments ya’ know? It be too cold in da’ Massachusetts.”

“How did you spell that…?”

“the only word i recognize there is ‘egypt.’ that…place you keep talking about.”

“Well maybe if you read-ed books about our panet instead of about sparklies all the time, you’d know somethin’.”

“we don’t HAVE books like that.”

Not even in the library. Everyone left for Mt. Ebott at such short notice, they just brought what they had on them. Most of the books come from what the kids had in their backpacks when they…

Wait a minute…

“Daddy do. He gots allll da’ info on stuffs. He taked all the important books out the library for himself and the baby! He say the bigger I gets, the more memories I lose, so I gots to read lots! He say I can’t let YOU read them though, cause’ you might leave and travel da’ world without me, but I know you not do that. You can read mah books whenever you wants ALL you wants…”

“wait hold on, you have a memory problem?”

This was news to Sans.

Assuming it wasn’t a lie of course.

It was true he hadn’t been paying much attention to Papyrus much to his shame, what with worrying about their future and all, but when he did, he noticed there WERE, in fact, instances where he would question his baby brother’s intellect, or at the very least, his mind.

There was once a time when Sans and paranoia were inseparable. He would question everything his brother said and did, knowing he was the Lying Font, and always assuming Papyrus was messing with him, he would prepare for the worst or simply flat out ignore the baby bones; but things had long since changed. Nowadays, it was difficult to tell whether or not the infant believed his own lies and that made weeding them out in general that much more difficult. His father warned him:

“Papyrus is the king of deceit. As he grows older his lies will become more intricate and deadly."

An intimidating message that seemed less laughable as the months flew by.

He thought it’d be easy…for HIM at least, to tell when his brother was lying, because he spent the most time with him, but the reality was, his sibling was changing right before his eyes and Sans couldn’t decide if he was getting dumber or cleverer. According to his father, the Papyrus fonts were the world’s greatest actors because they were METHOD actors; walking, talking, even thinking like the characters they tried to portray. They were the only people on earth who could pretend to be somebody else for years if not forever without going completely insane, because they had no set personality and weren’t aware that they’re lying not only to everyone around them, but to themselves included…but SANS’ brother had Wingdings, meaning there was enough there…enough personality to have a second font anyway, and that drove the comedian insane.

I know my bro’s a genius; he knows about trees.

DOES he have a memory problem?

Did he forget what leaves are? Or how sun lamps work?

…

Or is he just pretending to be an ordinary baby who doesn’t understand how the WORLD works yet?

He’s lying. He has to be lying. He’s lying right? He’s just pretending to have memory problems so his future lies will seem more innocent. “Oh, I didn’t MEAN to lie when I said the wind on the surface sometimes picked up houses and threw them at people big Brother! I just forgot how wind works cause’ I have memory issues!”

Lying little shit.

…

He’s lying right?

“…for real pap, do you really have memory problems?”

“Yep. I used to know erything a baby needed to know to be big, but now there be things I gots to understand all over again. It suck monkey big Buther…” Papyrus looked sad, but Sans couldn’t tell if it was because he was telling the truth, or because he had run out of those disgusting gummies of his. The infant tilted the bag upside down, spilling the garbage juice within onto the snowy ground near his boots. “All gone…nyeh…”

“ugh…bro…”

Seriously, what’s in that baby formula of his?!

“EWW! WHY’D YOU DO THAT? SANS GET YOUR BROTHER!”

Sighing, he did as he was told. “c’mere pap, let’s go get some real food at grillby’s,” he said, tucking the infant under one arm.

“Gillby’s? Dat stink pace wit da’ frog food? How bout’ no? Put baby down, I eats things at the Dump, not things that BELONG at the Dump.”

“wh-you love hamburgers!”

“Yeah! Hamburgers are GREAT! If you don’t like Grillby’s food, YOU DON’T BELONG IN THIS COUNTRY! Right Sans?”

“I loved em’ good before I knowed they be made of frog…and you doesn’t even know what country we in, so shut it up clown fish with the racism, or Imma tell mah Daddy!”

“YOU’RE A CLOWN FISH, AND I’M NOT SCARED OF YOUR DAD! I’M NOT SCARED OF ANYTHING!!”

“hamburgers aren’t made of frogs bro-”

“What-”

“OR froggets.”

“…They slimy dough…you shouldn’t give slimy stuffs to widdle babies Snas, we gets it in our hairs…”

“it’s not slime-”

“Don’t you care about my hairs…?”

“OH MY GOD! IT’S GREASE, NOT SLIME AND IT’S DELICIOUS!” yelled Undyne hurling a large rock across the woods.

“hey, watch it! you’re gonna hurt somebody!”

“Grease be a movie Fish Lady. I don’t wish to nibble on greased lightning, I’ll gets elly-cuted…electra-cuted. Then Gillby will serve me as da’ baby back ribs and peoples will love it…cept’ they won’t love it cause’ there only be one serving cause’ there only be one me. The customers probly think, ‘why dis one guy get the baby ribs and we don’t? why we not special like him? I not eat here no mores!’ Then Gillby get no more customers and he go out of business…and that will make big Buther sad.”

“…”

“He like the frog food even dough is not healthy for a hippie woah-bot…unless you’s just eating da’ lettuce. You no eat the frog patty Snas? What you do wit dat frog patty?”

“It’s not frog, it’s cow…or magic. Magic cow…? Hey Sans, what are hamburgers made of?”

“it doesn’t matter, he doesn’t care. he just wants your attention-”

“IS MOO-COW? LIKE AZZY’S MOM?”

“Uhh…yeah…?”

Who’s Azzy? He doesn’t go to my daycare…

“Ooooh…still, I doesn’t wish to eat at Gillby’s. I thanks you for the invitation Snas, but I’s trying to get big as in tall, not big as in you.”

“go die in a fire papyrus.”

“Daz rude.”

Deciding on silence, Sans teleported to Grillby’s. Perhaps a burger would keep his baby brother quiet for a while…

…

“HEY SANS YOU JERK! YOU LEFT ME BEHIND!”

SCRUF SCRUF SCRUF SCRUF SCRUF!

“YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO INVITE ME AND PAY FOR MY MEAL, MAMA SAID!!”

Or maybe it wouldn’t be so quiet after all.

#Fonttale #Fonttale au #Undertale #Undertale au #Sans #Papyrus #Undyne #kid sans #baby Papyrus #kid undyne #undertale fanfiction

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hazzasgayvodka · 6 years ago

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27 * HAVE FAITH IN ME * 27

Impact: chapter 27

Chapter title song: Have Faith In Me - A Day To Remember

JESS

I wake up to Sam jumping on top of me, squealing about it being Halloween. When I look up with squinty eyes to see her face, her makeup is already done with thick black eyeliner and bright red lipstick. Her fishnet tights are bright red beneath her short black dress and I simply can't comprehend how she's ready this early in comparison to her usual daily routine of sleeping in till noon.

"You seem awfully chipper this morning." I groan, sitting up against the headboard behind me with a yawn.

"Of course, it's Halloween!" She shouts, her face grinning giddily and I find myself happy to see her so excited.

"I'm assuming you have some stellar plans for today considering you're already dressed." I laugh, "What are you supposed to be exactly?"

"I'm Harley Quinn silly," She laughs, "And me and Louis are going out for the day, he won't tell me where but I'm sure it will be romantic and amazing."

I nod, smiling with her, admiring the obvious love she displays for the lucky boy apparent in her features. It makes me wonder if I look the same when thinking of a certain pair of green eyes.

"Do you have any plans?" She asks.

"Not really," I shrug, "I have class this morning, I'm meeting Miles for coffee, then I guess I'll have a movie marathon of Young Frankenstein and Bewitched or something."

"You can always come to the party." She suggests, wiggling her eyebrows.

"And be the only person there without a date?" I ask, wiggling my eyebrows to mock her.

"You won't be the only one." She complains.

"Sam, it's literally called Cauldrons and Couples, it's a date party and my date is a workaholic." I sigh, dragging myself out of bed and starting to get dressed.

She huffs in frustration as she walks over to the mirror and checks her bright red lipstick one more time before I hear the beeping of Louis's horn outside. She turns to me with sympathetic eyes, but I wave her off.

"Go, have fun," I sigh, "But not too much fun."

She grins, walking out the door and closing it behind her. I feel stupidly clingy as I take out my phone and my fingers itch to text him. All I want is a day like Sam's where he has cute romantic things planned before the date party. I just wanted to dress like Batman and Cat Woman, maybe even win the costume contest.

My phone buzzes in my hand and I jump, checking to see a message from Miles reminding me about coffee. It comes in perfect timing and suddenly I'm snapped back into reality and finish getting dressed. I run a comb through my hair and throw a jacket over my seasonally appropriate orange sweater. I'm shoving my boots on as I walk through the dorm looking for my keys and finally find them in the pocket of his jacket laying across my couch. I walk out the door and down to my car and curse under my breath when I realize I have to scrape the ice off my windshield myself.

I collapse into my car once the road is visible through the windshield and shiver as I start it up. It takes a few tries, the motor clearly not wanting to work due to the freezing temperatures outside. I finally get it started and pull out of the parking lot and to the road, at least ten minutes late for coffee.

"You're late." Miles sing-songs when I finally slide into the booth across from him.

"I know," I huff, shoving the gloves off my hands, "Car trouble, it seems I've gotten a little too used to Harry clearing my windshield off and starting my car ahead of time."

"Well," He begins, handing me a hot mug, "I anticipated this and went ahead and ordered for you."

"You anticipated my car troubles and didn't think to call and help?" I tease, taking a sip of the hot coffee and welcoming its warmth between my hands.

"No," He laughs, "I anticipated that you'd be freezing."

I shrug, taking another sip of the coffee and I can feel my insides starting to defrost. I finally look down at his shirt, it says 'let's get spooky'. In the span of time from getting ready to driving here, I nearly forgot it was even Halloween.

"Are you going to the party tonight?" I ask, looking at him over the rim of my mug.

"The party?" He asks quizzically.

"Sam and Louis's party, it's at the Omega Tau house," I say hoping to jog his memory, "Come on, Couples and Cauldrons?"

"I've got nothing," He laughs, "But no, I'm not going. I hand out candy on Halloween, there's loads of families in my neighborhood."

"Oh, maybe I'll join you." I nod.

"You're not going with Harry?" He asks nervously.

"No, sadly my boyfriend is a crazy workaholic and can't pull himself away from the office for even one night of fun." I groan, rolling my eyes exaggeratively.

"He means well," He sighs, "He obviously really wants this promotion and is willing to work for it. Where's the harm in that?"

I can't believe it as he takes Harry's side, my best friend, falling to the dark side. I suppose he's right, he's been working so hard but that's also why he deserves a break for one night. Miles stands from the booth and I follow him the rest of the way to class, both of us sitting in our regular seats as we take out our notes.

For some reason, my stomach flips every time the door opens, getting my hopes up that for some reason he'll be showing up to class today but I know he won't be. He's already explained to all of his professors and the dean that he's been working crazy hours and had Vance sign off on his time card to prove so. He's been excused from a few classes a week based on his schedule and every time he's not here I find myself bored to death an unable to pay attention.

"No Harry again?" Miles asks, leaning over to whisper in my ear.

"Nope, he's at the office." I sigh, slumping back down in my chair as I take a glance at the empty seat next to me.

I try to pay attention in class but every possible thought other than math decides to invade my mind as Ms. Dante walks up to the board to go over statistical analysis. I try to work it through in my head if I were to visit him at work tonight. I could bring Spiro's, he could take a twenty-minute break and eat dinner with me and then I'll leave and be content.

I finally give into my rampant thoughts and send him a quick text just to be able to talk to him. I hope that he isn't in a meeting or anything and if he is he's smart enough to put his phone on vibrate. But even as me and Miles are walking out of Stats I don't receive a response. Even as I go to literature only to find a note taped on the door that says class has been cancelled, my phone remains silent. Even as I pull into my parking spot and walk in the front door of my dorm I am not interrupted by the slight buzz in my pocket. And then I start to worry.

HARRY

I wake up, my head pounding.

Four in the morning.

Year old images.

Cold sweat.

Fire.

Newspaper.

November.

Car crash.

Dead.

The thoughts race through my mind like I'm on autopilot, unable to stop them with the force I am equipped with. I shake my head hoping to drown the demons for another few hours before I decide a glass of bourbon would be more effective.

It's eight in the morning when Jason shows up with two bottles of vodka. His eyes are red, and I know it's not from weed, he's been crying. We drink together, both a bottle in one hand. At some point Niall appears, scotch down his throat. His eyes are bloodshot, his shirt is tearstained.

They wonder why I'm not the same, why it doesn't tear me apart the way it does them. I answer them by taking another sip of vodka. I answer them by running my hands along the ink on my skin, by taking out a cigarette and lighting it between my lips, by turning on the record player and inhaling the sweet smell of marijuana like it might be my saving grace.

I look up to the ceiling, my eyes falling closed within the swirl of fog I've encompassed myself in and I can see his face. The words on my skin burn, the Arabic letters forever etched into my skin. I claim them to be meaningless, cultivations engraved into my skin to pay a tribute to nothing. They are so much more. A reminder, a mantra, a documentation of the existential thoughts that run rampant in my head when I am left in silence for seconds too long.

I feel each line in my skin, I don't have to see them to trace their shape in my mind. Despite the intoxication, I remember, no matter how hard I try not to. October thirty first, the day it all happened, the day it all changed. The day I'd become someone else, someone I never wanted to be.

JESS

Another text.

A call.

A text to Niall.

A call to Niall.

A call to the office, he never came in.

Must've slept in, yes that's got to be it.

Seconds later I'm in the car, my heart racing for reasons I'm unsure of. A shaky drive and shaky hands reaching to knock on the door. A shaky body wrapping around itself to keep warm.

Nobody answers, is he still asleep? My curiosity and worriedness get the best of me and I try the door handle, it opens. Surely, he didn't leave it unlocked but he did.

The smell hits me first. Hard liquor and marijuana. The usual stiffness of cigarette smoke lingers but the sweet fragrance of tequila drowns it out, it doesn't even feel like his house. Four empty bottles in the living room, two bottles of scotch on his nightstand. A bong on the table. A sticky haze covers everything.

I open a few windows hoping to air it out but the smell lingers, sticking to me and dragging me down with it. I check every room just in case. His car is here but he is not, he's with someone.

Louis? No, he's with Sam.

Niall? No, Niall doesn't drive.

A few more phone calls and my stomach is sick. Every part of my chest is collapsing on itself when I ask myself where on Earth he could be.

I call everyone.

Lex.

Vance.

Eliza.

Louis.

Sam.

Miles. He answers on the second ring, his voice frantic when he hears the tears in my voice that I can't hold back any longer.

"Where is he?" I sob, and I can hear him breathing unsteadily on the other end.

"I don't know."

Miles shows up after his last class. I cry into his arms on Harry's couch. I hope he'll walk through the door any minute now. I want to leave but the haze keeps me stuck, stuck to his ugly striped couch in this barren hazy living room where he's not.

Another call.

Another text.

Nothing.

32 in total.

I cry into his pillow, I throw the bottle of scotch to the ground and let it shatter against his floor. Miles runs in and navigates around the glass. He sits on the edge of his bed and tells me he'll be alright. I want to believe him, but I can't. My heart is being pierced, twisted by my constricting lungs as I try to convince myself that he didn't lie to me again. He's somewhere with someone buying me flowers and he'll walk through the door any second.

Eliza and Vance come. They don't know where he is. They hug me, and I allow it, even Vance. Lex comes later, just as worried as I am. His eyes are wide as he looks around the house, opening the windows didn't do much.

"The scotch is bad," he says, eyeing the bottle on his nightstand, "He used to have a drinking problem."

He hugs me but not as tight as Vance and not as carefully as Miles.

Another call.

Another text.

Nothing.

39 in total.

Hysteria.

Where is he?

Miles holds me, cradles me, tells me that it's going to be okay but what if it's not. All I can hear is the shattering of the bottle echoing in my ears and Lex's voice.

"He used to have a drinking problem."

The worst scenarios make their way into my head. I hope to god that he didn't drink all of the alcohol himself, that he didn't smoke all the cigarettes himself, that he didn't lie to me all himself.

HARRY

Frat house.

Bourbon.

Cigarettes.

I see red eyes all around me, dried tears on flushed cheeks. The sun is going down outside, and I can feel the numbness creeping in with every second of light we lose. The house is packed full. Drinks are pouring, music pumping, smoke drifting to every conceivable corner of the house. It covers you in a haze, tries to drag you down with it and you have to be strong enough to stop it.

The music is loud, and the bass is thumping, rattling my bones. It's hard to walk around without the pulsating beat drumming into your heart and filling your chest. I keep a drink in my hand at all times and its never water. Before I know it, I've loosened up enough to start dancing.

Niall is already shitfaced, shirtless on the dance floor with three different girls. The fog machine seems a little much, but I know how crazy Louis likes to go on Halloween. The laser lights dance across the floor, reflecting in the haze of smoke and fog that has accumulated throughout the house.

"Is that Harry Styles coming out to dance with us?" Louis gasps causing the group to laugh, "I can't even tell you the last time that happened."

"Oh, shut up would you?" I chuckle, gulping down the last few sips of some cranberry cinnamon drink Sam made for Halloween.

I toss the cup behind me, hearing the cheap plastic hit the ground. The beat to the music changes, the song moving onto the next one. The electronic sounds mix together to create some sort of melody, the words of the song spoken in a monotonous voice to the beat of the song like a less enthusiastic rap. I don't care as I slip into the crowd dancing, joining in with Louis and Niall.

"Where's your costume man?" Louis jokes, gesturing to his well-done Joker outfit to match Sam's Harley Quinn.

"You see I'm Harry Styles, title holding boxer and part time tattoo artist, quite the superman if you ask me." I smirk, Louis laughing along with me and throwing his arm over my shoulder.

I'm surrounded by flailing limbs and sweaty bodies all pressed together and sucking in the same air. It's hot way too fast, sweat beading on my forehead and the tips of my hair growing damp. My shirt is soaked and soon hands are reaching for the hem of it and tugging it over my head. I meet heavily lined eyes and bleached blonde hair. Ashlyn. Her hands roam my body and I welcome them, ice cold against my burning skin. I forget about my scars standing in the haze with my lips pressed to hers, I forget about it all as I shove her up against the wall and rip her thin mesh shirt off her torso.

"Do you want me again, Harry?" She asks, her nasally voice shattering my small nirvana I've created within myself.

"Does it really matter?" I breathe, pressing my skin to hers and spiraling into an infinite haze of bottled memories and permanent damage.

JESS

I call Niall again with shaking hands and the weight on my chest lifts when I hear the call go through, his voice shouting into the receiver.

"Hey Jess! What's up?" He slurs, the sound of pumping bass music in the background making it hard to even hear the few words he says.

"Hey Niall, where are you? Is Harry there?" I ask my mind working a million miles a minute and praying that he's right beside him.

"What?" He shouts, his voice coming out slow and slurred.

"Is Harry there?" I shout, matching his volume and nearly screaming into the phone.

"Harry? Yeah of course he's here! It's the one day of the year we get shitfaced!" He shouts, and I can hear the smile in his voice.

"Niall, listen to me, where are you guys?" I shout, hoping that I haven't already lost his attention, "Niall! Niall are you there? Put Harry on the phone!"

"He's a bit busy right now," He laughs, "I'll have him call you back!"

A chorus of hollering follows his shouting and I instantly know where they are. I hang up the phone and put it in my pocket, every cell of my being fuming with anger. My lips are pulled tight, my hands balled into fists. How could he do this? How could he lie just to go to a stupid party that I wanted to go to?

"What did he say? Are they okay?" Miles asks a million questions, his worried eyes trying to meet mine.

"They're fine, but lord knows he won't be fine once I'm done with him."

We pull up outside the frat house and I hardly wait for the car to come to a complete stop before I'm opening the car door and walking up the grass to the front door. My entire body is shaking in anger and I can't decide if I want to cry even more than I have or slap him across the face as soon as I see him.

"Jess!" Miles shouts, frantically trying to shut the car off and clamber out after me, "Wait up!"

"I'll be right back, stay here!" I shout to him.

I walk right through the front door and into the smoky haze of the house. The stench of marijuana covers everything and lingers in the smoke produced from the fog machines around the living room. The lasers shining around the room color the room green, red and blue, catching my eye and leading me to the dance floor.

Every person I pass looks half dead, eyes sunk in and skin like paper. They carry red cups filled with fizzy liquid and rolled joints between their fingers. The music is so loud it hurts my ears and thumps all the way through my chest. The bass thunders against the walls and I find myself wondering how they haven't gotten a noise complaint yet.

I continue through the house hoping to find him or someone I know. As soon as my eyes land on him I want to turn around and walk back the way I came and forget any of this ever happened.

"Why hello there Jess." He smirks, his eyes looking even more bloodshot than usual due to his Edward Scissorhands costume.

"Fuck off Ryland, I'm here to find Harry." I huff, pushing past him.

"Oh, I wouldn't do that, you might not like what you see." He laughs, and the fact that this is a joke to him makes me want to tackle him to the ground.

"Show me where he is right now." I demand, grabbing him by his mop of black hair.

"Easy babe easy, he's right over there." He smiles, his yellowed teeth making me gag.

He points over to the dance floor and my eyes fall on him instantly. Shirtless with his pants sagging on his hips, the top band of his boxers visible. His hair is matted to his forehead, his skin glistening with sweat as he grinds with two different blondes, their hands roaming every inch of his skin.

I feel it in my chest as it happens, as it registers in my mind, as my plan formulates in my head. My heart shatters, my entire chest cavity becoming constricted as I watch in agony. Suddenly, I'm standing in front of him with tears threatening to spill over my cheeks, my hand raised. He barely realizes I'm standing right in front of him before my hand is leaving a mark on his cheek and causing him to stumble backwards gripping his reddened skin.

"Fucking hell Harry, are you kidding me? Are you actually kidding right now?" I shout, shoving him backwards, my voice cracking in my throat as the first angry tears burst from my eyes.

"Jess no it's not-"

"Just shut up Harry! It's exactly what I think! There's nothing you can say that can change it! I can't believe you!" I scream, hysteria setting in to each of my words.

"Jess I can explain-"

"I'd like to see you try," I seethe, "You're just as I always knew you were, I can't believe I let myself be blindsided by you! I fell for you and it was a fucking joke!"

He opens his mouth to speak but I turn away, nearly bumping right into Zack's chest as he grabs me by the shoulders, leaning down so that our faces are only a few inches apart.

"Oh Jess, you didn't really think he cared about you, did you?" He asks, his voice laced with malice coated in sugary sweet sympathy, "Oh dear you did, didn't you?"

His mouth curls into a sneer, his features being that of true evil. He's haunting with his sullen eyes and shaking fingers, grasping me and telling me that all of my worst fears are real.

"Go to hell." I spit, shrugging his hands off me.

"Fine, I won't tell you what you want to know, the secrets he still has." Zack smirks, his feet gingerly working their way in a circle around me.

I meet Harry's eyes, wide and sober. Something about our confrontation has ripped him from his intoxicated state and he's back to being on high alert.

"Shut the fuck up Zack!" He shouts, running forwards and tackling him against the wall.

Rather than being shocked, Zack simply laughs. His head rolls back against the wall as he cackles, his arms bound by Harry's grip and I can tell that any minute Harry's going to snap.

"Oh Harry, you know I have nothing to lose, however you have everything and I intend to toss each and every bit of what you have left into the fire myself," He sneers, his voice low and intentional, calculated to send shivers down your spine, "Why don't we start with the driving shall we? You see Harry used to be a getaway driver for me, he'd cut through police cars on the highway at a hundred miles an hour easy."

"Shut the fuck up!" Harry shouts, his fist pounding into Zack's cheek instantly knocking his head back against the wall.

"Oh, we're just getting started!" Zack shouts exasperatedly, "How about the drugs, Harry? Don't you remember being the delivery man? Or would you like me to bring up the crash first? The one where you killed your best friend and forever ruined your other ones because of the trauma afterwards."

I can't hold back the tears as they burst from my eyes and cascade down my cheeks. I meet Zack's eyes to see him laughing, he's staring right at me, awaiting my reaction. I wish I could contain it, I wish I could hold it back but it's too much. There's too many secrets, too many sides to him and I can't hold it together. My world comes crashing around me, shattering beneath Zack's feet. Harry dares to look at me and I can't bring myself to meet his eyes. I try to convince myself that it's not him, that it's some lookalike, not the man I fell for, but it is, it's all too real.

There's too many secrets, it's all just secrets.

HARRY

When the words come out of his mouth I desperately want to shove them back in. My anger over-boils and my fist flies at him. Before I know it he's on the ground, his laughter erupting from his mouth, the joy he finds in my pain never failing to astound me.

I turn to her with caution, trying to gauge just how much she understood, just how much she knows now. Her eyes are red and watery, the tears streaming down her face. Her fists are balled, her emotions exploding in a fit of anger and exasperation. I know instantly that the tears aren't from sadness but rather anxiousness, not being able to composite herself into a single emotion, it's too much and it's my fault, I caused this.

I move towards her, but she backs away, the tears coming faster and her hesitancy towards me hurting more than any amount of words ever could.

"Jess please-" I say, my voice shakier than I wanted it to be, my hands reaching for her.

"No, don't, you've done enough." She seethes.

She turns away from me, hiccupping through the sobs erupting from her throat as she runs through the front door before I can catch her shirtsleeve. I hear her sobbing through the splintered wood. My hand reaches up and pounds the door, my forehead pressing against the cold wood wishing it was her soft skin.

I listen again for her sniffles and curses for trusting a person like me, but the sounds aren't there. It's silent on the other side of the door and I feel my body finally betraying me. My stomach is knotted a thousand times as an unfamiliar stinging sensation settles in the corners of my eyes.

I feel Niall's hand on my shoulder, giving me a squeeze.

"I'm so sorry man, this is all my fault I told her-"

"Don't." I say, shushing him.

He doesn't speak again but I take small comfort in his hand on my shoulder.

"Are you okay?" He asks shakily.

"Yeah I'm fine." I say through gritted teeth, biting my lip to the point of bleeding.

"Do you want me to-"

"No Niall, I just need a minute."

His hand slowly removes itself from my shoulder and I instantly feel cold.

"Okay." He sighs, his voice thick with disappointment.

He turns around to leave me, that's when the tears come. First one, slowly squeezing out of my right eye and sliding down my cheek. It feels so foreign. The glossy vision, the stinging, the dull ache in the pit of my stomach. It's been so long.

She broke me.

I turn around, slowly raising my head on my shoulders to meet Niall's eyes only a few feet away. I see the surprise in his eyes first. The immediate reaction to seeing me crying, something I haven't done in years.

"Go." He says, and I wish I didn't hear him.

The last thing I want to do is go running after her. I'm not supposed to do this. She makes my head hurt in a million ways and my heart beat faster than I've ever known it could. She's a fucking psycho and so am I. We're steady energy, constantly bouncing off each other, feeding off our desperation for one another.

I drag my eyes away from his and rub the backs of my hands against my face. I can feel the heat in my cheeks and the glossiness in my eyes as I open the door and my heart plummets. My eyes land on him outside, holding her in his arms and rubbing his hand up and down her back.

"Of course, you're fucking here right now!" I shout, grabbing Miles by the front of his shirt and yanking him up, all remnants of our amends already forgotten.

"Harry stop it!" She screams, and I can hear the rattle of fear in her voice. I don't dare look at her, she's not going to calm me down now. I look right at him, right through his dreamy little eyes and all I see is fear. He's fucking terrified.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing here?" I seethe through my locked jaw.

"I brought her here because she was looking for you! Because you wouldn't answer your goddamn phone!"

"Miles just stop, let's go." She sighs through her steady tears as she grabs his hand and drags him back towards his car.

"Jess?" I ask, my voice cracking on the single syllable.

She looks up from the ground to meet my eyes for only a split second. As if my heart could be any heavier in my chest, it sinks. It kills me to see her like this. Her warm eyes so cold and swirling in hurt. Her posture thrown to the wind, her body collapsing on herself. Her trembling lips, trembling hands, trembling fingers. I've never felt so much weight on my chest.

I made her this way.

"Jess, please-"

She thrusts her arm in front of herself, pushing me away. She won't look at me.

"No Harry, no more, I can't do this anymore." She whispers to the ground, barely audible to me.

Every word feels like daggers in my chest. She can't do this anymore? My windpipe is constricting, I can't fucking breathe. His arm wraps around her shoulders and she leans into him, away from me. Her hostility burns right through me. My chest hurts, I'm going to pass out.

"Come on." He says to her, leading her away from me.

"Wait, please!" I beg.

She walks faster.

"Jess!" I huff, grabbing her arm.

I just need her to look at me.

"Let go!" She yells, ripping herself away from my touch.

Miles ushers her forward too fast. I'm frozen. I can hear the people all around now. Everyone's come out to watch the grand spectacle of our relationship shattering. Everyone's come out see big bad Styles get his heart stomped on.

In seconds he's opening the car door and she's leaning her head against his shoulder. My feet are cemented to the floor. I can't go anywhere, do anything. I only stare at her and torture myself, watching her leave me.

Suddenly I'm beside her, grabbing her by the shoulders and turning her around.

"Look at me!" I yell at her and the tears continue to flow freely down our cheeks.

I'm frantic and shaking, I don't have control over my own body as I reach for her hands in desperation for her touch. She's shying away from me, she doesn't want me.

"Jess, please, just fucking look at me!" I yell, and she lets out a sob that cracks the last whole piece of me, "Baby, please!" I sob, I'm desperate.

Niall is grabbing me by the shirt and dragging me away. Everything is in slow motion and yet happening so fast. She's crying harder now as she watches me, locking eyes with me across the space between us. She's mouthing my name, I would know it from a mile away. My face is wet, and I can't stop the raging hurricane inside me.

"Why?" I yell, loud enough for her to hear, "Why him?"

Everything stops for a moment as she looks to me and opens her mouth with a shaky breath.

"Because you can't be what he is."

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