#lalo is holding a gun to MURDER

[loadednachosao3]

This is based on your fic “still here”!

Hopefully you don’t mind me making an edit. I got inspired! Sorry it kind of sucks. Reading chapter 3 put me in the “dark fairytale” mindset.

Your fics are amazing, thank you so much for your creativity.

- @scolothanatos

[themadknightuniverse]

5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Summary:

In the last moment they can share, they make the choice to not let their enemies take their lives. Totally inspired by "Murder Song" by Aurora. I had this in mind for a while now and today was the day to finally get it out of my system it seems.

Warning: heavy angst, death of main characters, suicide. Word count: 694 words. READ IT ON AO3

Lalo is holding a gun against his head. Ignacio looks at him, and smiles. They both know how this will end. There is no other issue. But they can still make it hurt less longer than what the bloodthirsty men planned to. They fought with everything they had. They stood strong and deadly against the assault of their shared home. The only place they both felt at peace. The only place they allowed themselves to share this burning feeling, knowing this day would come. They almost forgot it would happen. So lost in the moments. Lost in the power thriving in their bodies. Lost in each other's warmth. And it's how their demons pulled them out of their perfect world, asleep together, a last peaceful breath in unison. Bullets flying, guns firing, flashes of detonation illuminating the house that'll never be their sanctuary ever again. There are so many men. They kill everyone. Mindless, ruthless hunters. The access to the only secret exit is inaccessible. They can only retreat. And here they are, back into their room. They'll find them soon. But Ignacio is smiling up at him. And Lalo's hand holding the gun shakes. They are on their knees. They both are badly hurt. There is only two bullets left in that gun. Fate was a funny thing sometimes. They were about to die any other way. So he guided Lalo's gun to his temple, the man shaking his head slowly, not believing what he asked of him. Refusing to put an end to the life he cares for so much. But Ignacio whispers reassuring words. Tells him he doesn't want to them to take his life. “I'm yours. Please, take my soul with you.” And Lalo's lips trembles, as his grip tightens on the gun. He knows what he has to do. And he knows he does it to spare Ignacio for mercy. Still, their chests hurt the same. The tears shining on the rim of their eyes are charged with the same sorrow. Lalo often told him, when they were laying in bed together, his words whispered just for them to hear. He told him how beautiful he was. How fascinating his mind was. How lucky he felt to have found him. How lucky he was to have him by his side. How much he loved him. These words he never dared to tell anyone else before Ignacio. And he doesn't say them much in the time they spend together. But they find a way to say it still. One of their hand rest against the other's heart, and they know. Te amo. And Ignacio knows what Lalo's love means. It's unconditional. It's pure in its honesty. It's so raw it almost hurt to receive. But Ignacio endured it. He welcomed Lalo's love even, and gave his own in return. They did terrible things together. But this thing, it was beautiful. It was theirs. Theirs only. 5 Ignacio caresses Lalo's cheek one last time, 4 eyes lost in each other's, 3 one hand on each other's chest, 2 right over their heart. 1 And here he goes. Lalo catches Ignacio before he falls to the ground. He stays still at first, holding the limp body against him. But he doesn't have much time. The hunters must have heard. Yet, all Lalo can do is to start sobbing, cradling Ignacio in his arms, looking at the eyes he loves so much, now so empty. His vision is blurry but still, he keeps on looking. He's afraid to forget. So he stares, he studies, he tries to engrave their shapes in his mind, just in case something waits for him on the other side. His ears are still ringing with the detonation that unfurled all this pain in his chest. God, he never thought something could hurt this bad. He doesn't hear himself wailing. He doesn't hear the heavy steps rushing up the stairs. 5 He doesn't hear the clicking sound of the gun he's arming again. 4 He keeps on looking. 3 He keeps on memorizing. 2 The barrel is still hot with the previous shot when it touches his temple. 1

[lotustories]

Despicable

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader x Kim Seokjin

Type: smut, angst

Warnings: mentions of criminal activity, murder, blood, Sexual activity, alcohol use and vulgar language, mentions of bombs.

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Chapter 4

You arrived to what seemed like an abandoned home, the walls looked like they were blown off and the roof semi caved in. Jimin and jungkook getting out of the car so aggressively, pissed at whatever the reason hid inside the house. “Before you agree to go in,” taehyung stopped you from getting out of the car. His hand on your arm holding tight. “There is no turning back after this, once you’re in.” He pulled on your arm slightly so you’d turn to look at him. “You’re in.” He said firmly. “I have been in since the day you took me in.” You gave a small smile, taehyung leaned forward. His lips pressing to yours for the first time, sending electricity through your body. It was soft but agressive. The man who was known for sleeping around, treating women like they meant nothing had cared for you, fed and clothed you, and never once touched you unless he asked. “Come.” He exited the car first, his posture switching as he walked past the men lined up outside the building. When you exited all the men eyed you. You were a fresh face, unknown in Jungkook’s city and since taehyung kept your face hidden, they didn’t trust you. “Stop your staring.” Taehyung snarled, his eyes not meeting any of the men. As soon as he spoke they snapped their attention away. Inside smelt like the walls were burnt. It smelled of mold and rotten. The room was nearly empty, a few guards standing behind jungkook and Jimin sitting on the table in front of a man tied to the chair. “I’m going to ask one more time.” Jimin laughed, almost like he couldn’t believe he was still asking. The man was bloodied, his right eye swollen shut and body slouched over like he was very weak. He looked familiar but you couldn’t pin point where it was that you had seen him. His face too mutilated to recognize “Why were you in this city with a car full of C4?” Jimin began to remove his jacket, the white shirt tucked into his suit pants. The way he rolled his sleeves up letting you know he was done asking. “I will not say anything,” The man in the chair spit on the ground towards Jimin’s feet. “I’ll get it out of you.” Jimin crouched down, his face in front of the man as he grinned. “It just won’t be fun for you.” When Jimin lifted himself up the man finally looked at his surroundings. His eyes falling on you as he cocked his head to the side. You recognized him then and you could see the slight panic in his face as he realized you had. “Scared of a girl?” Jimin noticed, teasing the man as he looked from you to him but he stayed quiet. “He’s scared because I know who he is.” You answered, your eyes not leaving the mans once. “He’s one of nyla’s men.” You looked at Jimin. “One of the ones that threw me here.” You finished and Jimin smiled. Such erily smile. “I have my answers now, no need for him.” Before anything else one of the guards shot the man in the head. Jimin Watching you as you watched. You didn’t flinch, you didn’t feel bad, and Jimin smiled at that. “I knew you could handle this.” Jimin walked over to you, his hand cupping your face as he smiled. “I just needed him to see it.” Jimin tapped your cheek a few times before walking off. “I don’t think I have ever seen Jimin accept someone as quickly as he accepted you.” Jungkook spoke, your attention turning to him. You could feel taehyung staring at you. “What?” You turned and he chuckled at your tone. “You surprise me.” He held his hand out for you to take, you hesitated at first but took it. His body relaxing as you did. “We have a party to attend to.” He reminded you. Your mood instantly changing as you remembered that today was seokjins wedding. You had to attend. This would be your first outing as what Jimin called, “taehyung’s girl.” Or as He first called it but then corrected himself to “A new member.” He smiled at you. “You won’t be harmed, they won’t cause a scene.” He reassured you. You still felt uncomfortable with the idea. “First, Jimin has a gift for you.” He led you to a table with a boxed that was wrapped in a blue ribbon. “A gift to you for your initiation.” He explained as he slowly untied it.

The box was medium sized, the ribbon tied around it perfectly. Taehyung lifted the top, twirling it in his hands as he moved it out of view. Inside were two dagger like knives. The blade red as blood. They reminded you of the daggers Jimin trained you with, curved at the tip and you loved them. He noticed that. Each of them have their weapon of choice, for safety precautions. Jimin has his machete, jungkook his gun, and taehyung from what you gathered hated weapons. He refused one. He preferred to talk the enemy down. He was rarely ever in situations where he needed it. “He said you can use them pretty well.” Taehyung smiled down at you, your hands reaching for them. “He taught me, he said It was scary how good I used them.” You smiled as the dagger twirled in your hand. “They fit in your dress, there’s a garter for them with your things. Wear them tonight just in case.” He has a hint of worry. “Thank you.” You put them down, your eyes meeting his as he watched you. “For what? These are not my gifts,” you shook your head. “For taking care of me when I had nobody.” You whispered and he gave a small half smile. “I would burn the world to protect you.” You laughed softly and nodded. “I know you would, and it’s why I’m so grateful for you.” Your hand laced with his and for a moment you felt him hesitate to hold it back, but it disappeared and he returned your hold. You both stood in silence for a moment but you slowly reached your hand up his chest to the back of his neck. Pulling him down as you pressed your lips to him. This kiss, when he returned it, it was full of desire. It wasn’t soft like the first kiss, you both kissing each other hungrily. Refusal to pull apart for air. He finally was the first to pull away, pulling your lip between his teeth as he did. “We have to go get ready.” His voice heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He walked off, leaving you to watch. Your finger running across your lip as you smiled to yourself. That pull you felt to taehyung when you first officially met was still there. This desire to be with him clinging to you like a habit you couldn’t shake. A feeling he shared.

While getting ready, you thought of everything that could possibly go wrong. Will they throw you out, Will Seokjin fight with taehyung for lying, your mind running over thousands of scenarios. You stood in front of the mirror, dressed and ready to go with the daggers in your hand contemplating on taking them. “Nobody will notice them.” Jimin stood in your doorway, his hand in his pocket as he smirked. His hair was parted, and blonde now. “You dyed your hair.” Raising an eyebrow causing him to laugh. “Yes, and I look good.” He walked over to you. “You’re nervous about tonight.” He whispered as he stood inches away from you. “Seokjin and I were together for years, now I have to watch him get married to the whore who threw me out of his house.” He smiled at your aggression. “That fire in you,” His finger tapping the middle of your chest softly. “Turn it into confidence.” He added. “Make him suffer.” Jimin grabbed one of the daggers and lifted your leg up, your hand wrapping around his shoulder to keep balance. Your fronts pressed together as he looked down at you. Jimin dragged the tip of the dagger along your leg slowly, your body reacting to the touch. “Give them hell.” He added before sliding the dagger into the garter taehyung bought you. He let your leg go and smiled as you remained quiet. “We leave in 5.” He said while he walked out. You slid the other dagger into place and looked at yourself once more. The daggers invisible to the eye, even with the dress nearly exposing every part of your body.

You walked downstairs to the three men waiting for you at the end. Jimin’s eyebrow raised at your confidence as you came down the stairs. Jungkook’s mouth slightly shape and taehyung staring at you like he didn’t even care that the others were there. “You ready?” Taehyung question, his hand out for you to grab. “Yes.” You grabbed his hand and he smirked. Lalo drove the four of you to the party. Seokjin’s home, your old home. The feelings of heartbreak and anger piling up in your chest as you stared at the fully lit house. Hundreds of people partying, when the car finally pulled up to the front everyone outside stopped and snapped their heads to it. It’s as if they were waiting for people to arrive to just gawk. “Citizens, they don’t go in.” Jimin explained as he fixed himself. “This is your first impression on them, even if they’re not yours, they need to respect you.” Jungkook added. “So don’t let them know you’re nervous.” Taehyung added and your eyes narrowed. “I’m past nervous,” You fixed the top of your dress, “I’m pissed.” Jimin’s mouth pulled into a smirk as the car door opened and he winked. “Let’s go.” Jimin left the car first, the cheering as he stood outside for a minute fixing the buttons on his suit. Jungkook following and doing the exact same. “Go,” taehyung nodded and you pulled yourself to the seat and lalo stuck his hand out for you. You took his hand and he helped you out, the cheering quieting as you came into focus, you dragged your hands down your body as you fixed your dress. The citizens staring at you as an unfamiliar face and taehyung exited, fixing his suit the way the others did and instead of waiting for him you began walking. Your head high and eyes forward Jimin turning to check on you and smiling as he watched you walk. The bouncer let Jimin and jungkook pass and blocked you, Jimin turning as he heard the bouncer ask for a name. “She’s with us, do you not pay attention.” He snarled at the man. “She needs to be patted then.” His voice cowaring as he replied to Jimin. “Touch her and I’ll cut your fucking hands off.” Jimin added. You remained composed to the man stopping you. “My apologies,” the man let you pass and taehyung’s hand fell on your back as he followed you in. “This looks like a party rather than a wedding ceremony.” You whispered in taehyung’s ear and he nodded. “The service was already done, this is their after party only family is allowed to the service.” You felt somewhat relieved at that. All eyes were on you and taehyung, Jimin and jungkook already at the table with the others. Your eyes land on Seokjin and the anger fills you again. He has Nyla on his lap as he gambles with the others. “Remember, you’re one of us now, don’t cowar when they speak to you.” Taehyung pushed away a strand of your hair as he turned you to face him. “I’m not scared of them.” You snarled, taehyung smiling at your response. “Good.” Taehyung walked off without you, fixing his suit once again as he strolled to the table. “Taehyung, i was wondering where you were.” One of them called when they noticed him. You must’ve been hidden behind his body because once he moved all eyes snapped to you. “Yn?” You heard someone call, but your eyes went to taehyung who was already sitting. He pulled you on top of him exactly how Seokjin had Nyla. “A plaything?” Namjoon questioned. “Seokjin’s old plaything.” He added. “She’s not a plaything. She is in.” Jimin defended as he dealt the cards. Namjoon finally acknowledged you, his eyes meeting yours and he stared you down. You both not blinking once as you stared at each other. “Still a plaything.” He scoffed and you were about to argue but the squeeze taehyung gave your thigh implied not to. “Is that what your sister is then?” Jimin tossed the cards around the table, irritation covered his face. “Watch your mouth.” Namjoon warned but he shrugged. “Respect ours, well respect yours.” Jimin stared Namjoon down and Namjoon turned his eyes to you once again. “Do you play?” Namjoon asked, pointing to the cards. “I do.” Namjoon nodded as he handed your cards.

You played a few rounds, each round you won. Jimin who was once frustrated by losing now smirking as Namjoon was now the one getting annoyed. “You’re cheating.” Namjoon accuses you and you glare at him. “You lose a few rounds and suddenly I’m cheating.” You scoffed. “She is I am watching.” Nyla finally spoke, her eyes shooting daggers at you as you looked at her for the first time. “Pathetic.” She added and you snorted. Seokjin had been staring at you the entire night. You refused to meet his eyes until now. A small hint of hope as your eyes lock. “Pick a different game.” You turned to Namjoon. “Excuse me?” He leaned back in his chair. “You’re so sure I’m cheating.” You adjusted yourself on taehyung. “Pick another game.” Taehyung’s hand sliding up your stomach and below your breast as he publicly caressed you. You could feel Seokjin glaring at his hand. A man walked over to the table whispering in Namjoon’s ear before he could decide. “I have business to attend to.” He nodded and walked off. “Jungkook, How is your city doing?” Nyla teased, he looked up from his drink as he glared at her. “Perfectly fine.” He snarled, a small smile on her face as she turned to you. “Plaything.” She turned to you. Your eyes on Jimin as she called. “I’m talking to you.” She said viciously. “Address me correctly and maybe I’ll answer.” You sighed, bringing your drink to your lips. “Yn.” Seokjin called and you turned your attention to him. “Im curious as to how you met taehyung. Was it before or after I had you removed from my city?” She snarled. The clear hint of irritation as she stared at you. “I don’t see how that is important.” You replied, Jimin Watching you both intently. “You’re in my house, you will answer questions that I ask.” She snapped. “After, But like I said. Unimportant.” You answered and she laughed. “Nyla!” Namjoon yelled from up the stairs. She nods and walks off. “Im going to the restroom.” You pulled yourself off taehyung and he stood as well. “I have business to attend to, i should be here when you come back, but if not. Jimin will be here.” He whispered in your ear. His mouth grazing it as he brought your face up and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. You didn’t need help finding a restroom. You used to live here. You fixed yourself, taking a breather from the feelings running through you.

On your way back to the table someone pulls you into a room. Their hand covering your mouth as you are yanked back. Your mumbled voice sounding through their hand. “Shh,” The voice instantly recognizable. He let you go and you turned to face him. “What the fuck,” you snarled, Seokjin standing there, a sad look on his face. “Baby.” He stepped forward but you moved back. “Don’t baby me, why the hell did you bring me in here.” You half shouted, he seemed at a loss for words and didn’t speak until you turned to leave. “I’ve been looking for you.” He called out. “I’ve been so worried.” You turned to him. Seokjin looked teary eyed. “Should’ve asked your wife. Her men are the ones who exiled me.” You went to open the door but he pressed up against you. His hand over yours stopping you from doing so. He was so close that you could feel him against you. His breath on your neck. “You should have signed.” He whispered. “I’ve missed you.” His lips against your neck making their way to your ear. The small nibbles as he pushed himself further into you. “Get off me.” You warned, but he didn’t move. “Come home.” His hands trailed your stomach, slowly moving to cup your breast. “Please baby.” He turned you around, pressing his lips to yours as he lifted you up. All too quick for you to react, but you also hesitated to pull away. You pulled away, out of breath and confused. “I will explain everything, baby just come back.” He kissed along your neck. His teeth biting the skin, your emotions all over the place. A mix of anger and pleasure. “Seokjin, stop.” You moaned, his lips still focused on your neck. “Seokjin?” A voice called down the hall. He put you down so fast, the slightest look of fear flashing through his eyes. “I still love you.” He kissed you aggressively before abandoning you in the room alone. You fixed your dress and waited a while before leaving. Taehyung sitting at the table, cards in his hands as he played with Jimin. “I think it’s time to go.” Taehyung didn’t look at you, but you nodded. “You guys have a way home?” Taehyung asked Jimin and jungkook, the boys nodding in response as Taehyung stood and walked off without you. In the car he was just as quiet. He was irritated about something, but you didn’t want to push. Taehyung’s house was quiet. It was late and the few guards that were still awake were clearly tired. Inside the house was dark, he entered but you both felt the tension. “Go to bed.” He demanded, not looking at you as he walked to his study. “Are you okay?” You asked, he stopped halfway and turned. “Namjoon offered me a deal.” He turned. “I refused.” He scratched his head. “What was it?” Taehyung’s eyes studied you. “He wants you for himself.” He said sternly. “You said no?” You questioned and his eyes narrowed. “I did, but maybe it wasn’t the right choice.” He was angry at something. “What happened to your neck?” Your hand went to it and you remembered Seokjin. You realized he must’ve left a mark and Taehyung knew what it was. “Seokjin pulled me into a room after I got out of the bathroom.” You admitted and it was as if he was expecting you to lie. “And?” He stepped foraward. “He kissed me,” You started and Taehyung walked foraward again. “What else?” He pushed. “Pushed himself on me.” Taehyung walked again. “Touched me.” Again. “And you?” He asked. “I told him to stop.” Taehyung was closer. “Why?” He tested. “Because I want you.” You admitted, taehyung’s eyes narrowing even more. Full of lust as he pulled you into his chest. “Is that so?” His voice low and seductive. “Yes.” The words coming out as a breathy whisper. “You are mine.” Taehyung growled against your lips. Lifting you up with one swift movement as he carried you to his bedroom. You had never been in it before. His lips on your neck where Seokjin once was. Biting harder than Seokjin. Your soft moans growing louder and louder with each teasing bite.

Taehyung places you gently on his bed, his hands roaming your body before gently removing your dress so that you were in nothing but the garter and daggers. A small smirk as he took in your exposed body for the first time. His hands traveled slowly up your legs and along your thighs as he traced his fingertips along your daggers. Slowly removing them as he placed them on the table beside the bed. Before you could react he pushed you back so your body lied flat against his bed. “I have wanted you since the first night we met.” He growled as he undressed himself. Half naked he climbed on top of you, his face hovering yours. “A shame you made me wait this long.” Your hands went to his belt, undoing it as he looked down at you. His eyes lustful but soft. “what are you going to do about it?” You teased as he pulled his pants off. You could feel his tip pressing against you. He was fully hard and you barely touched him. “Make you mine.” He pulled your arms above your head and kissed you. “Keep them there.” He demanded, his kisses trailing from your mouth to your breast. The smallest bites as he teased. Instinctively you brought your hands down to touch him but he groaned and pulled them back over your head. “What did I say?” He pulled himself up, grabbing his tie off the floor. Your eyes following, trailing his body. “Turn.” He motioned with his finger, you gave a confused look before he turned you himself. “Arms behind your back.” You listened. His hands grabbing yours as he tied the tie around your wrists. Taehyung pulled your body up so that you were positioned for him. His hands trailing your body slowly ending with his hand connecting with your ass. “Are you mine?” He leaned over you, his mouth by your ear. You could feel his tip at your entrance. “Yn, angel.” He pleaded when you didn’t answer. Too distracted by wanting him inside you. “Are you mine?” This time the words were a whisper. Almost a whine. “Yes.” Before you could finish he pushed himself into you. The ending of your response coming out as a moan. His hand gripping the tie as he used it to hold you still while he fucked you. Each thrust harder and more agressive than the last. He gripped you like he was angry, his hands digging into your hips and thighs like he was trying to claw your skin. The moans and whines coming from your mouth fueling him. He pulled out, a whine falling from your lips at the loss of contact but he only turned you over his hands undoing the tie as he spread your legs apart. “you can touch me now.” He groaned as he positioned himself against you again. Without warning he pressed himself back into you. Your nails going straight for his back as you dug them into him. Your moans being silenced by kisses. The way he grunted and moaned against your lips, the small curses causing your orgasm to near. “Taehyung.” You whined but he ignored you. He was close to cumming and was focused on doing so. A few more thrusts and you felt him release inside you. You felt him smile as he kissed you once more, his slow thrusts riding out your orgasms. Taehyung pulled away and lied next to you. His chest heaving as his stared at the ceiling. “mine.”

[scolothanatos]

My edit for the nightmare Lalo AU!

The background pic is from Misery, the story of an obsessive fan who tortures the man she has trapped in her home.

I added killer car movie posters because Nacho’s childhood is being warped into a nightmare. What once may have represented joy now represents destruction.

the red barbed wire crown in the bottom right represents martyrdom, and a royalty that brings nothing. Nacho as a martyr comes up a lot in my Nacho-musing. In the Bible, the crown of thorn was put on Jesus’ head to mock him, as well as the INRI said to have been written above him. The existence of a barbed wire fence implies something secure that must be protected. The existence of a predator implies a prey.

The collar on the bottom left is a torture device. It goes around the neck, impaling the flesh with spikes. The spikes continue to the outside- if someone helps, they will hurt too.

You give a collar to a dog so if they run away, someone will bring them back again.

There’s also a popular style of BDSM collar with spikes on the inside, though those spikes are much smaller and less sharp.

I chose those quotes because it encapsulates the intimate horror between them. Lalo will show him the heights of pain and pleasure. Nacho will wear his collar of thorns and prick his fingers trying to escape it.

The two are already entwined, not only by fear but by design. The intimacy of blood, of pain, of sex, of surgery, is the intimacy of Lalo’s love.

This is based on your fic “still here”!

Hopefully you don’t mind me making an edit. I got inspired! Sorry it kind of sucks. Reading chapter 3 put me in the “dark fairytale” mindset.

Your fics are amazing, thank you so much for your creativity.

- @scolothanatos