#like the three of them just got their rear ends kicked and near kidnapped - i feel as though that in itself

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

I think...backlit spotlight scene after Macavity fight...should be Munkustrap, Demeter, and Alonzo. All together.

[unmaskedagain]

Remember You Young

I answered this ask because I thought it was adorable. I loved the show they wanted me to do, and I want to see who could guess it before it became obvious. Its a one-shot . 

She was being followed. At first it had been daunting when she realized it, and Marinette had done everything she could to shake them off her trail. Then she realized she was being stalked by kids. Literally kids. None older than ten or eleven at best.

           They had been terrible at hiding, rarely ever whispered, argued constantly, had the most outrageous costumes but somehow managed to keep up with Marinette’s every move... most of the time. They ran around with toy guns and pretend walky talkies.

           It either said the best thing about the kids’ skills, or the worst thing about Marinette’s.

           There was a husky boy who ran around in a blue shirt and goggles. He never took off the old pilot’s hat he wore. He was also… always eating cheese. Or candy. He liked puns that caused his friends to groan constantly.

           There was an Asian little girl who wore an adorable green sweater that was too big for her and the arms of the sweater went well past her hands. She was girly and seemed to be the sweetest of the bunch. Honestly, she was the happiest girl Marinette had ever seen in her entire life. The only time the kid had gotten upset was when she had cried when couldn’t find the stuffed animal she wanted in any of the stores. Marinette had been heartbroken for her. The bluenette didn’t know what a “Rainbow Monkey” was or why it had to be French but she was going to get it for the girl if it was the last thing she did it.

           A bald British boy seemed to be the leader as everyone took direction from him. Marinette had never seen his eyes due to the black glasses he wore. The kid seemed to believe himself to be some sort of superspy. He had a fierce take-charge attitude and barked orders like a pro and preferred to a treehouse their hung out at as headquarters. He didn’t smile often.

           A pretty black girl seemed to be the one with the most sense of the much, and the most style. She wore her hair in a long braid, a blue shirt-dress and an old red cap. The girl had a natural charisma and coolness to her that made Marinette feel awkward in comparison. She seemed to second-in-command .

           The smallest of the bunch was a blond boy with an unfortunate bowl cut and a bright orange hoody. He was loud, brash, and was the “tough guy” of the bunch. He picked a fight with nearly everyone. A fierce little guy that called Marinette a “Ruddy Teenager.”

           However all the kids seemed to dislike adults and teens to some degree. They cast suspicious glances at everyone thirteen and older no matter how nice they were. None of them ever called each other by their names, always opting to follow the rules of whatever game they were playing and called each other by numbers. And always mispronounced the word: number.

           Numbuh 1. Numbuh 2. Numbuh 3. Numbuh 4. Numbuh 5. Marinette hadn’t gotten close enough to figure out who was who but she did suspect the numbers were ranking order or anything. They were probably just random.

           After over two weeks of being stalked, Marinette still hadn’t been able to figure out what they wanted from her. Only that they didn’t know she was Ladybug. It was frustrating.

           She finally got answers one day while walking home from school when she got attacked by an evil cat lady who weaponized her pets, a deranged dentist who put braces on everyone, and a man dressed like toilet. They attempted to kidnap Marinette and raise all out heck on everyone around them. They weren’t Akumas. They were just crazy people.

           The kids fought them back. They saved the day. They saved Marinette. The villains ran with their tails between their legs.

           …Suddenly everything the kids had been doing didn’t seem like a game anymore.

           …Then the kids kidnapped Marinette. The kids jumped her, hogtied her, gagged her, and carried her back to their tree house… which Marinette now realized was way more advanced than any tree house should be. EVER.

           As soon as they got to there, and Marinette was uncharitably tossed on to the couch, the kids panicked.

“We shouldn’tve done this!” Goggles boy chimed. “We weren’t supposed to make contact. Moonbase will decommission us for sure.”

“And let the adults have her, Numbah 2,” The bald boy said. “I think not! We can never let the adults win. Its against everything the Kids Next Door stand for.”

The black girl nodded, “Numbah One’s right, we can’t let Father have what’s in her brain,” She said. “It could destroy the KND!”

“But that’s not possible, Numbah five, we all know that!” The girl in green said. “She got decommissioned. Her brain got all wishy-washy. Right, Numbah Four?”

           The blond boy huffed, “Yeah! Numbah Three’s got a point. And what’s so important about some ruddy teenager anyway? Tell you what! We should drop her artic ocean and never look back.”

           Numbah five groaned, “Are you stupid, boy? They sent Numbuh 274, I mean Chad, after her. And CREE! They wouldn’t have done that if she wasn’t important. The supreme leader wouldn’tve sent us to stop them from getting her! Ya moron.”

           Marinette frowned at that. Chad, the handsome foreign exchange student that came to Marinette’s class a few weeks ago. All the girls in school thought he was so dreamy. Even Marinette, even though she had been perplexed at the sad, almost wistful looks he would shoot her when he thought he wasn’t looking. And at the stories he told about his childhood, and woud look at Marinette like he was waiting for her to jump in and finish them. Almost like he knew her. Or expected her to suddenly remember him.

           The same with Cree, a foreign exchange student in a grade above Marinette’s, but to a lesser extent than Chad. The older girl liked to make sly remarks about what being a teen meant where she came from. She cracked what seemed to be inside jokes at Marinette and looked crestfallen when it was clear the bluenette didn’t understand what she meant. Then Cree would grumble about stupid kids ruining everything.

“But WHHHHYYY?” Numbah Four whined. “We got sent a like bajillion miles away to         a city where they force kids to eat bugs and smelly cheese all to protect a teenager. A TEENAGER! And they don’t even tell us why.”

           Numbah Two frowned, “It is kind of strange. I mean we hate teenagers! They’re the worse. Why save this one?” He looked at Marinette like she was specimen in a jar.

“Because team,” Numbah One announced loudly, pausing for, what Marinette knew was, dramatic effect.  “She is Numbah Seventy-Two.”

           Gasps rang through the room. The kids reared back as if struck. Their eyes went wide and they started at Marinette in awe.

“…Or at least she used to be,” Numbah One added.

“Woah,” Numbah Four said, looking at Marinette with newfound respect.

           Numbah Two sqeauled, “This is the best day ever. You have to sign my Yipper card.” He told Marinette. “It’s an ultra-rare collectable. Only three still exists. The rest were destroyed.”

“But, but, but how?” Numbah Five asked, removing her hat. “All records of Numbah Seventy-Two was struck from the history of the KND. Only the supreme leader and her team ever knew what happened to her.”

“They pinky-swore not to tell anyone what happened!” Numbah Three added. “No one would ever break a pinky promise.”

“That’s true,” Numbah five nodded. “No kid ever would. Expecially not her team. She saved us. She saved the KND. She saved the world and made it better for kids everywhere.”

           Numbah One nodded. “Exactly. No kid would ever break the solemn oath. But do you remember just who was one her team?”

           Looks of realization appeared on the kids’ faces, and then anger.

“Numbah Two Hundred and Seventy-Four,” Numbah Five said bitterly. “He was Number Seventy-Two’s second in command for years. And He betrayed her. Why am I not surprised?”

“But why?” Numbah Two asked. “I mean if she was still Numbah Seventy-Two I’d understand. She stopped Principle Boutface from ending summer vacation forever. She stopped Father from making Halloween adults only forever and ever. Name a bad guy, and I can guarantee she kicked their butts! And most importantly she even beat…” Numbah Two paused, clearly afraid. “well you know. She’s done loads of cool things. But She can’t remember anything. So why? Why come get her now?”

“She beat who?” Numbah Four asked. “I don’t know. Who’d she else did she beat? Why were they so important?”

           Numbah One and Five looked away. Both remembered but neither wanted to say anything.

“We were still just little babies when it happened,” Numbah Three answered seriously. “Still finishing training. We never really knew what was going on. Too little for anyone to tell us. We just knew it was bad. Kids were always scared, always hurting…”

“It was a dark time,” Numbah One agreed. “Before Father took over, there was another in charge of the evil adults in the world. But he worse than Father could’ve ever dreamed of being. Kids were scared to go to sleep. They were afraid of their closets and what was under their beds. OF every shadow. No kid would be caught out after dark. They were too scared. Nowhere was safe. No one was safe. Not from him. Not from…”

“The Boogieguy,” Numbah Five finished. “The most powerful leader the adults ever had. The strongest, most evil villain you can imagine. But Numbah Seventy-Two refused to back down. She was the only who could stand up to him. The only one to ever beat him.”

           Numbah Two nodded, “Legend says the Boogieguy had a nasty plan to open a portal to unleash meanest, nastiest monsters another world to get kids to behave better. But Numbah Seventy-Two heard and went to beat him once and for all. And she did too. She trapped him in his own trap. He’s been there ever since!”

Numbah Three added, “Numbah Seventy-Two finally defeated the Boogieguy, she locked him away in a place so scary, so terrifying not even the adults would be willing to go near it. Which it means it has to be really, really, REALLY, scary. Only she knew how to get him out. She used a super-secret password that only she knew. And then, and then she, she!” Numbah Three burst into tears.

Numbah One placed a hand on her shoulder to calm her down, “To stop the Boogieguy for good, and to make sure no kid ever had to suffer his wrath again, she decommissioned herself. She was only eleven.”

“It was a hard sacrifice, but one kids everywhere will never forget,” Numbah One vowed. “And the Global KND didn’t let it be in vain. We fought back harder than ever before. Her team-”

“But, but,” Numbah Four look around, “She wasn’t even a teenager, why’d she go and do a stupid thing like that for?”

“To save us,” Numbah Five answered, and put her hat back on. She looked at Marinette with hard eyes. “To save the KND, and protect kids everywhere. Because of her, the KND finally turned the tables on adults. We weren’t scared of the dark anymore.”

“Was never the same!” Numbah Five snapped at him. “None of them were ever the same after fighting Boogieguy, after what happened to Numbah Seventy-Two. They couldn’t handle being around each other anymore. They are transferred to different teams. Their entire sector was retired. Number Three Hundred and Sixty-Two. Numbuh Sixty. My sister- Cree! Numbah Two Hundred and Seventy-Four, UGH! Look what they became. Ya don’t need to be decommissioned to not recognize them anymore.”

           It went quiet. The kids not knowing what to say. Marinette had never been so confused in her life. Had she been some sort of Spy kid? Had her memories been erased? What was going on?

           And if everything, the kids were saying was real, and Marinette decided that it was, then she was a little peeved at Chad and Cree, her old teammates apparently, for going against everything this KND had accomplished… That Marinette had apparently sacrificed herself for. And what for? To side with some evil adults?

“…The KND have figured out a way to destroy Boogieguy forever,” Numbah one said. “Unfortunately the adults have also become aware of the Boogieguy’s location and want release him. In order for either side to succeed in their mission, we need Numbah Seventy-Two.”

           All eyes turned back to Marinette.

Numbah Five cast a sad look at Numbah Seventy-Two, Marinette, “Chad and Cree will come for her.” Of that Numbah five was certain. The lone picture of ABC that sat next to Cree’s bedside nightstand was proof enough of that. It was the only thing her big sister ever kept of her KND days, apart from her memories. The only “little kid” thing she didn’t scorn. “They won’t stop until they get her. I don’t think Cree or Chad ever forgave the KND agreeing that Numbah Seventy-Two should erase her memories.”

           They never forgave themselves for letting her, Abby didn’t add.

“She was decommissioned, hello!” Numbah Two reminded them. “She can’t remember anything.”

           Number One took off his glasses and looked at the teenager who, in another life, had been everything he ever dreamed of being in the KND. She was a legend. A hero. She had, once, been the best of them all. “She will.”

[cora-vizsla]

The Kings Pet (4)

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Word Count: 5.3K

Warnings: Angst. Like this entire thing is angst. Feelings of loss. Kidnapping. Drugged (not in great detail). Unwanted sexual advances (nothing happens and no one is hurt or touched but it is presumed it would have happened if reader wasn’t a badass).  Boba Fett doing what Boba Fett does. Cannon typical violence (reader can hear it happening but doesn’t see anything). Nothing super gory. Sex. Unprotected sex (established relationship). Fluff.

A/N: There is talk of a new character wanting sexual contact with reader that she does not reciprocate. Nothing happens and it is stopped long before it could happen. Boba Fett loses his absolute shit and beats the hell out of someone but reader does not see it. I tried to write this in a way that would get the point across without being too graphic. There is a LOT of angst in this. Please be prepared for that! If you aren’t sure if this would trigger you or upset you, please feel free to send me a message or ask and we can discuss it. I don’t want anyone to feel uncomfortable! As always, if there are any warnings I miss please let me know!

Things felt different after your time with Boba and Fennec. You couldn’t really attribute it to the actual sex aspect of things because Fennec had always been physically close to you. She still pulled you onto her lap or sat on the arm of the throne and played with your hair. It was hard to admit but no one but you were really acting any differently.

Nothing physically had changed but you felt different. You woke up in the mornings and went through your normal routine. You ended up on the floor on your pillow, but you found yourself afraid to lean on your king’s leg. You could feel him looking at you, but he never asked what was wrong. You figured it didn’t matter as long as you were doing what he wanted of you. You still slept in his bed and whenever he wanted something you were more than enthusiastic. It was the only time you felt like you were actually worth much to him.

The days passed as they normally did. Boba stayed home more healing from his injuries. Din came to visit and update the king on what was happening with Bo Katan. The more you heard about her the more you disliked her. She seemed stuck up and you hoped you didn’t need to meet her. Not that you would ever say that since it wasn’t up to you who walked into Boba’s palace.

Din looked at you often, but you didn’t move. He asked you questions every now and then, truthfully trying to be friendly, but you never had much to say. You’d answer his questions in a nice way, but you could feel there wasn’t much behind your words. He seemed to notice when he would sigh and give up trying to talk to you.

What made it worse was when Boba and Din started speaking only in Mando’a around each other. You were never sent away but they stopped using basic. You would have been able to understand even huttese but their native language was far too complicated and foreign to you. You did glance up when you heard Boba say mesh’la and occasionally Din would motion towards you. The fear and idea of Boba not wanting you anymore kept you silent and unwilling to even ask what was going on.

The moment you realized he was done with you was when he commanded you to leave the throne room. New guests had come in and he immediately told you to leave. It startled you but you obeyed immediately. Fennec didn’t even watch you walk by and it shattered your heart. You were so busy being hurt that you had missed the way he had tensed when they walked in. You had missed the threatening demeanor and the way that the guest leered at you. All you could focus on was the fact he didn’t want you.

Later that day Boba stormed into the room and said he was leaving. You stayed curled up on the bed and gave him a weak nod. He looked at you but made no move to touch you.

“When I return, we need to talk.”

“Yes sir.”

Tears slipped from your eyes when he left the room, wearing all of his gear. Fennec came in and checked on you a few times, but you didn’t speak to her other than to let her know that you were fine and didn’t need anything. You couldn’t bear to look at her knowing that soon you would be gone. You silently cried until there was no way you could anymore.

It was late, definitely dark already, before you climbed out of bed. You walked into the empty throne room and ran your fingers across the seat the man you cared so much about sat on every day. You would miss more than anything just being close to him. You sat on your pillow and leaned back against the cool material behind you.

“I’m going to miss you, Boba.”

You whispered the words but jumped when you heard a laugh come from the stairs entering the room. You stood up as three men walked in, hands on their blasters. You tried to pinpoint who they were, but you couldn’t figure out where you had seen them before.

“Did the king leave his little pet all alone?”

“It sure looks like it, doesn’t it?”

“Poor little pet. Do you need company?”

You stiffened and their voiced flooded back into your memory. They were the men that came in when Boba sent you away. You glanced over at the side to see if Fennec was near but whipped your head back towards the men when you heard a blaster click. It was pointed directly at you.

“Don’t do something stupid, doll face. If you do anything other than breathe and what we tell you to do, Boba Fett will find you dead on the floor when he comes back.”

They had been slowly moving towards you, hunting their prey. When they got close enough, the one to your left grabbed you and pulled you off the raised floor you were on. You yelped when you crashed to the floor and he laughed at you.

“I can see why he keeps you. You are a beautiful little thing on your knees.”

“Shut up. We need her in one piece. Cuff her and let’s go.”

“Alright, boss. Whatever you say.”

He hooked your arm and twisted it behind you, hooking binders to your wrist. He did the same with the other arm right after. You stumbled when he pulled you forward, trying to resist as much as you could.

“We don’t have time for this.”

You felt a sharp prick on your neck, and everything went dark.

---

Your eyes started to flutter open and you groaned. Your hands were still bound behind your back, but you were laying on your stomach. The mattress below you was dirty and you grimaced that your face was touching it. With a grunt you twisted so you could sit up.

“Finally awake. Thought maybe we had killed you.”

You looked over to your captors sitting at a small round table playing cards. The entire room was dark and cold. It still felt dry, so you wondered if you were underground somewhere on Tattooine.

“How long was I asleep?”

“Day or so. My associate gave you far too much sedative.”

You shivered at the memory of the needle hitting you. You shift your body so you could lean back against the wall and keep most of the pressure off your arms. You looked down at the chain hooked to the bracers that was firmly anchored into the wall. There wasn’t much chance of getting away.

“Why did you take me?”

The one who kept answering you scoffed and looked at you incredulously.

“You’re Boba Fetts property. When he comes looking for you, he will have to pay. Do you know how many credits we can get for the Kings pet?”

You felt your chest deflate and he noticed.

“What?”

“He was about to kick me out. He didn’t want me anymore. No one will come looking for me.”

You looked down at your knees and felt tears sting your eyes again.

“Well, we will give it a few days. If he doesn’t; you’ll still fetch a pretty penny to the right buyer.”

You curled into yourself knowing that no one would be rescuing you. You had accepted that you needed to leave but you weren’t planning on being sold off. You wished you had opened up to Din more. Maybe he would have looked for you if you hadn’t been such a pain in the ass. Fennec too. Boba didn’t want you but maybe the other two would have a shred of decency for you.

You cried while you sat and listened to them talk. They switched from basic to Huttese even though you knew it. You didn’t let them know that you knew they were going to sell you to a Hutt if Boba didn’t find you. The Hutt’s hated Boba with a passion for not stopping Jaba from getting killed so they would be thrilled to own his pet. They just weren’t going to tell them that he had already grown bored of you.

Once night fell, they decided to take turns staying up to make sure you didn’t try to break your chain. The first one was the one who had drugged you. You didn’t like how he leered at you or some of the comments he made about your legs. Though you fought it, you finally started to fall asleep. You startled awake when you heard him walking closer to you.

“Calm down, doll face. We don’t want the other guys coming out, right?”

You nodded and bit back your anger. You were fine with Boba owning you because you loved him. It was an agreement, not something being forced on you. You stomach churned thinking about anyone else touching you. As soon as he got close enough, you smashed your forehead into his nose. It hurt like hell but the blood pouring from his now broken nose was satisfying.

“You bitch!”

He backhanded you hard enough for you to taste copper in your mouth. You spit the blood in his face, and he reared back just in time for the other guys to run out.

“What the fuck are you doing!? Are you kidding me!?”

They yanked him away. One dragged him back towards where the rooms were, and their leader grabbed your chin to check your face out.

“Is that your plan now? Let your guys rape me until someone buys me?”

“Fuck. He wasn’t.. what he did wasn’t acceptable. For that I am sorry. I’ll deal with him.”

“You’re all lucky Boba isn’t looking for me. He doesn’t like people touching what is his.”

His face paled slightly as he cleaned up your face. You had a cut on your face, and it felt like you were going to have a black eye from the headbutt. Once he was done cleaning you up, he walked away and shouting ensued from the back rooms. You finally fell asleep hoping that no one would touch you.

---

You woke up to loud noises and blaster fire. You curled into yourself hoping no stray shot would hit you. There was a loud thud and yelling, telling no one to move. You flinched when heavy footsteps got closer and a hand grabbed your arm.

“Hey, hey. It’s me.”

You looked up to see Din kneeling in front of you. He unhooked the bracers quickly letting you rub at your wrists. He looked at them then up at your face. You winced when he gently grabbed your chin and moved your face to look at the damage.

“Is she okay?”

You winced again at the gravelly voice you knew to be Boba’s. Din looked back at him and shook his head.

“She’s hurt.”

“What the fuck did you do to her?”

You saw that the two left were the ones working for the one presumably dead on the floor. The one you had the least interaction with tried to explain but Boba shot him before he could say much. He stalked forward and grabbed the one who had tried to hurt you and slammed him against the wall.

“Answer me. Now.”

“Nothing. Tried to use her for what she’s good for but the stupid bitch headbutt me.”

“What she’s good for?”

Boba’s head tilted just slightly to the right. The man in front of him had no idea just how dangerous that was.

“Figured since she was known for you being your little slut you had her trained right. Guess not.”

Boba growled and grabbed him by the throat.

“She is mine.”

You winced when the crack of bone rang out in the small room as his face was met by a fist. He continued punching him over and over. A sob slipped through your lips and Din pulled you to him.

“Don’t look. Hold onto me and I’ll get you out of here.”

The silver Mandalorian wrapped his arms around you and carried you out of the room as Boba continued to beat on the man who presumably would have raped you if given the chance. You desperately wanted to get the sickening sound out of your head, so you focused in on Dins voice.

“Did he?”

“No. I fought back, and the other guys pulled him away. It wasn’t.. it wasn’t their plan.”

Once you were outside Din set you down and knelt in front of you, inspecting your injuries more thoroughly. You hissed when his fingers touched too close to your wounds and he huffed a sigh.

“Fennec should have medical supplies to take care of you. Once Boba-“

You both looked over at the sound of his spurs got closer. His shoulders were taught, and you shivered at the blood he had spattered on the front of his armor. He looked down at you, so you averted your eyes quickly. He balled his fists and started walking.

“Time to go back.”

Din helped you to your feet and you clung to his arm. Your legs weren’t hurt but they were cramping from sitting for too long. You pushed through and all three of you climbed into Slave I. No one spoke a word on the short flight back to the palace. When the ramp descended Fennec was waiting. She huffed out a sigh of relief when she saw you, but Boba quickly got in her face.

“This is your fault. You had one job and it was to protect her until I got back.”

“I-it was my fault. Boba, it wasn’t anything that Fennec did. I walked-“

He whipped around and pointed at you effectively shutting you up.

“We will speak later. This has nothing to do with you.”

You wrapped your arms around yourself and walked around them, heading into the palace. You heard Din’s feet behind you, but you stopped. You had no idea where you were going. Boba had been wanting to tell you to leave, that much you knew. You knew it deep in your soul. You didn’t feel right going to his room and Fennec was going to be furious at you.

“Why don’t you sit down, and I can take care of that cut?”

“I’m fine but thank you.”

Din said your name, your real name, and you turned to look at him.

“You need your wounds looked at. Let me do it. Please.”

You finally nodded and he led you over to the raised floor by the throne. He stood to your side by your knees and gently pat at the cut on your face with the medical supplies that had been sitting there. You started crying so he stopped quickly.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No. Sorry. No. It wasn’t anything that you did. I.. I’ll be fine.”

He hesitated but started cleaning the cut again.

“The bruise is going to be nasty. You headbutt him?”

“I didn’t want him to touch me and my hands were tied.”

“I’m not chastising you. It’s impressive. My headbutts usually leave me less damaged. Maybe I need to get you a helmet.”

You gave him a teary laugh and smiled.

“I don’t have any bacta but I think you’ll be okay. Shouldn’t scar as long as you take care of it.”

“Thanks, Din.”

“You’re welcome. Is there anything I can do?”

You looked up at him and took a deep breath.

“If.. When Boba.. will you take me with you? I don’t care if you drop me off on a random planet I just.. I can’t be out on my own on Tattooine again.”

“You don’t want to be here?”

“Of course I want to be here but.. He’s going to tell me to leave. Especially now. He wasted his time looking for me when he had so many other things to do. He’s saved my life twice now.”

“If he didn’t want to look for you, he wouldn’t have. What is this about?”

“He thinks.. he thinks I’m only here to use him. You heard what he said. He thinks I’m only here because I benefit from it. He keeps Fennec here to make sure I don’t run. He doesn’t trust me and he.. he doesn’t want me the way I want him.”

You hiccupped a sob and covered your mouth, trying to calm yourself down.

“When he was hurt you mean? I told you not to take that personally. He was injured and scared.”

“No. He keeps Fennec here all the time. Even before that. It’s so I don’t run.”

“Is this why you’ve been so quiet lately? Boba thought he did something wrong.”

“What? No! No I just.. everything he did I could tell that he was getting tired of me.”

Din stood up tall and looked down at you. Boba was making his way down the stairs and walked directly to you. You clenched your jaw at the blood all over him and shivered. He grabbed your chin more gently than you expected and looked at the bruises and cut.

“I cleaned them up for her. I don’t have any bacta.”

“I just sent Fennec for some”

He picked up your hands and looked at your wrists, swearing under his breath.

“You need rest. Go lay down.”

“I-I’m okay.”

“I’m not asking.”

He looked down at you but with his helmet on you weren’t sure just how angry he was. You slipped off the ledge you were sitting on and went back to the bedroom. You heard the two of them starting to speak in Mando’a and you wished desperately you knew what they were saying. Once you were in the bedroom you sat on the edge of the bed and sighed. The entire room smelled like him and it hurt knowing you soon wouldn’t be there anymore. Your mind was racing and the last thing you wanted to do was sleep.

“I told you to lay down.”

You jumped at the voice and saw Boba with his helmet off leaning against the doorway.

“S-sorry.”

He pulled his armor off and set it down before walking to you. He knelt down and moved so he was between your knees. He put his hands on your thighs and you internally cursed knowing he would feel how much you were shaking.

“Tell me what happened.”

“I.. I went into the throne room for.. they came in and held a blaster to me. It was late and Fennec was already asleep. It wasn’t her fault please don’t be mad-“

“What happened next?”

“They put the binders on me behind my back and when I tried to stop them from taking me, they gave me drugs. I don’t know what they were, but I was out for almost a day they said. They laughed and said they thought they killed me.”

Boba growled and tensed his hands slightly.

“What next?”

“They told me that you would pay for me. They were just waiting for you to get ahold of them and pay whatever fee they named. But I told them that you wouldn’t be coming to find me so they started finding a Hutt that would buy me instead.”

“Why wouldn’t I have come to get you?”

“I.. I know that you’ve grown tired of me and I’m becoming more of a-“

“Who said that?”

He snapped at you and you shrunk away from him. He grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him.

“Who told you that?”

“N-no one. I could see it. When you were hurt you.. you said that you knew I was only here because of what you could give me. Fennec is here to keep me from running. I owe you and I can never give you enough to repay that. Now you’ve saved me again and I have nothing to give you. You don’t even trust me not to bolt out the door.”

He fell silent and tears started falling again. He said your name gently and motioned for you to look at him fully.

“I never should have said that to you. Mesh’la, I don’t think you’re going to run. It’s what I fear. I fear that one morning I will wake up and you will be gone. I will not hold you against your will and I fear that you stay because you do feel like you owe me. You owe me nothing.”

“W-what?”

“Oh, you silly girl. I care for you very deeply. Your insecurities are not one sided. I often find myself wondering why such a beautiful woman would want to stay with a scarred old man like me.”

“Boba, you mean everything to me. I just want to make you happy and be by your side. You started talking to Din in Mando’a and then sent me away so I thought..”

“We were speaking of you. We were trying to figure out how to talk to you. Din tried but you were so shut off he didn’t think he was making progress.”

“You’ve never sent me away before.”

“I knew they were trouble. And they were. They took you from me.”

He cupped both sides of your face gently and gave you a gentle smile.

“If it is your wish to leave, I will not stop you though I would be devastated to see you go. However, no one will ever take you from me. I will scour the galaxy to find you and keep you safe. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I gave those men mercy for killing them quickly. Well, two of them at least.”

“The one you beat was the one that want to...”

“I know, mesh’la. I am so sorry you had to go through that. He will never touch you again. No one will unless it’s what you want.”

You nodded at him, still nervous to look him directly in the eyes. He pulled you to his chest and held you tight. You tentatively wrapped your arms around him in return.

“Did I scare you?”

“What?”

“When I hurt them. Did I scare you?”

“A little. Just the sound.”

“The sound?”

“I could hear his bones snapping.”

“Sounded satisfying to me.”

You looked up at him with a skeptical look, so he laughed at you.

“I am not a soft man, mesh’la. I will always do what it takes even if that means killing. They were not the first and they will not be the last.”

“I know. I just didn’t expect you to kill for me.”

“There are very few I wouldn’t kill for you.”

“Are you mad at Fennec?”

He sighed and moved to sit down next to you. Once he did, he pulled you, so you were straddling him.

“Yes. She should have stayed in here with you. We all could tell something was wrong. She thought you were upset with her.”

“Why would I be upset with her? She’s been nothing but kind to me.”

“You started acting different after you let her touch you.”

You felt your face flush and shook your head.

“No. I wasn’t ever upset about that. It was because I thought you wanted me to leave.”

“Never.”

“Then what did you want to talk about?”

“I was going to ask you if you wanted to be here. I didn’t know what else to do. I couldn’t stand seeing you so unhappy.”

“Oh.”

“My sweet girl, I am so sorry that my actions made you believe I didn’t want you to be here. When I have to go you are what keeps me coming back. You are one of the very few things that have brought me happiness in my very dark life.”

He kissed you more gently than he ever had before. You sighed and finally let yourself melt into his arms. You knew that you had been keeping yourself away from him for the most part but even before that, he never showed that much passion or care when he would touch you. It was more than you ever could have hoped for.

“You may be my pet, my princess, but you hold so much power over me. I can’t promise you an easy life, but I will always make it as enjoyable for you as I can.”

You nodded; any words you possibly could have responded with caught in your throat.

“Din told me you asked to go with him. Is that what you want?”

“No. I just couldn’t stay on this maker forsaken planet without you.”

“You never have to.”

He stood, turning so he could gently lay you down on the bed. He pulled everything but his pants off and climbed in next to you. He gently ran his fingers across your bruised face and swore in a mix of Basic and Mado’a.

“I must look like a mess.”

“You are still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

You felt your face flush, so you turned away from him. He gently turned you back to face him with a sound of annoyance.

“Don’t hide from me, mesh’la.”

He kissed you again, gently, careful not to hurt you. His hands ran down your body and started to slowly and gently pull your clothes off. Part of you was terrified of him seeing more bruises but you shuddered when you remembered how dirty the bed was that you were on. Getting the clothes off would be a blessing. Once all of your clothes were discarded, he found each bruise and mark on your body and kissed them gently. You felt like your chest was going to cave in at how adored and cherished you felt. It wasn’t something you thought you would ever get from Boba.

“I am so sorry, cyar’ika. I will never let anyone touch you again. I’ll destroy planets just to keep you safe.”

“Come here.”

He looked up at you with dark eyes, blown wide with lust and something else you couldn’t quite pinpoint. You were suddenly afraid of him chastising you for trying to break out of your dynamic. You had never tried to be anything but obedient. Instead, he moved up, gently pulling your legs so they were wrapped around his waist. He held himself above you and kissed you gently.

“Tell me what you want, cyar’ika. Tell me what you need.”

“You. I just need you.”

He slipped his pants off and discarded them on the floor quickly, moving back to you. He kissed you deeply again, stealing your breath. When he gently pressed himself into you, a soft moan slipped from your lips. You had been intimate with him when you thought he wanted you to leave, but you’d been absent; afraid to truly let yourself feel anything for him.

“Such beautiful sounds you make.”

You expected him to turn brutal and rough since he was fully inside of you. It never happened. The only way you could describe what he was doing was making love to you. His hands held you gently and his kisses were even more delicate. He treated you like you were a prize that would easily break if he moved the wrong way. He pulled his face away just far enough to look into your eyes.

“Gar cuyir ner oyay.  Ner darasuum kar'taylir darasuum.” (You are my life. My eternal love.)

You had no idea what he said to you, but you felt the sincerity. You felt the adoration coming from him. You felt stupid for thinking that the man completely consuming you would ever want you to leave. The longer he made love to you the more you felt it. He had never uttered the words to you, at least not that you understood, but his actions showed you.

He loved you.

It wasn’t very long before you were coming undone. It wasn’t the usual brutal climax that would hit you so hard you saw stars. This slowly built until there was nothing in existence around you. It was only you and Boba. Only you and your King. You were surprised when he finished with you, staying close. He peppered your face with kisses as you came down.

“Welcome back, princess.”

You felt tears starting to betray your overwhelmed state as he looked down at you. He tried to ask you what was wrong, but you pulled him close to you and finally let yourself truly cry in front of him. He held you close as he rolled to the side, not wanting to hurt you.

“You truly thought I didn’t want you anymore.”

You nodded and tried to wipe your eyes, but he beat you to it. He cradled your face and wiped every tear that fell from your eyes.

“I wish you would have just spoken to me. I could have quelled all of those fears.”

“I’m sorry, Boba.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’m sorry that you felt like you couldn’t talk to me.”

“I have a question, if that’s okay?”

“Of course, mesh’la.”

“What.. what did you say to me? When we were.. what did that mean?”

“I told you that you are my life and my eternal love.”

Your breath hitched again, and he chuckled lightly, pressing his forehead to yours.

“You need to learn Mando’a if you’re going to keep hanging around Mandalorians.”

You laughed lightly and then put your hand over your mouth, trying not to laugh even harder.

“What?”

“I just.. at least Mando’a is prettier than Huttese.”

“You speak that garbage language?”

You nodded again, laughing behind your hand.

“I would much prefer to learn your language. I never know what you’re saying to me.”

“I’m usually calling you beautiful. Mesh’la. Sounds better than fucking Huttese.”

You laughed out fully again, and he tucked you against his chest, pulling the sheet across your bodies. You reveled in his touch and comfort, finally letting yourself love him the way you wanted to. He may have been one of the most dangerous men in the universe, but to you he would always be salvation.

---

Bonus:

“Stay still.”

“Ouch!”

“I told you to stay still.”

“This is stupid.”

“So is not using bacta when it can heal up those ugly bruises faster.”

“Fennec stop being so damn rough!”

“Then sit still.”

You huffed out a sigh and tried to not move. You hissed when she pressed her fingers against your bruised face, and it earned you a glare.

“No more headbutting people. Got it?”

“Din said he’s going to get me a helmet so I can.”

She finally laughed and kissed the top of your head once she was done.

“There. Now leave it alone and your face will heal much faster.”

“Thank you.”

She sat down and pulled you into her lap.

“You scared me when you were gone, pet.”

“You thought I ran.”

“No. I just knew something was bothering you, but I saw the footprints. I saw they dragged you out. So, I called Boba even though I knew I was going to get my ass handed to me.”

“Well, thank you for calling him. I was almost sold to a Hutt.”

She grimaced and then smirked at you, her usual mirth returning.

“What would you have done then? I doubt they would have felt you headbutt them. You’d just be all slimy.”

“Ew, Fennec. I don’t even want to think about that.”

She laughed and wrapped her arms around you, holding you close. You rest your head on her shoulder and sighed.

“I’m glad you’re safe, pet.”

“Me too. I don’t want to be anywhere but here.”

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The Crossroads to the Sun 🌞

Takemura/Female V

Rated: M for mature themes and explicit content NSFW 18s only

Trigger Warnings: Themes of death, suicide, gallows humour

Part 1 of ???? “The Sun Series”

Link to part two :

https://isuspectyouhavefantheories.tumblr.com/post/641314624666468353/search-for-the-sun

Will eventually be posted on my AO3 account when I get this beta’d. 🤟

———

She had decided she wanted to be away from night city when she pulled the plug. If anything, she wanted it to end under the blanket of the starry skies, part of her hoping they would guide her into the next world safely. Driving through the neon jungle felt like a technicolor funeral procession. Or perhaps a walk to the gallows? She was thankful she still had most of her senses as she pulled herself from her morbid reverie just in time to avoid a badly placed bollard on a sharp turn straight down the road heading towards the city limits. She swore under her breath but continued. The pain was dull, but festering in her mind, less so than before, but enough to keep reminding her of the internal ticking clock that was getting louder with each passing hour as it neared to zero. She breathed deeply though her nose and steeled herself. But more doubts began to drift through her, like a slick fog encircling her mind she thought of all the people she would be leaving behind and hoped they wouldn’t hate her after tonight.

Goro’s name flashed up on her biomon and it took her a minute to register. She nearly rear ended a truck at a traffic light before finally answering.

“Yes?”

“Where are you?” His voice was gruff, demanding and her eyebrow crinkled in irritation.

“What’s it to you?”

“Let me help you V. Just take the deal with Hanako, we make this right and you get back your life. If I were you, I would not waste the chance.”

“You mean you get back your life.” She spat, Takemura went quiet on the other end for a moment, his eyes flinching at her tone. “Don’t try and pretend this is concern for my well-being and as far as making this right goes... You really still think you and Arasaka can fix this? Goro I know when I’m beat. Nobody can fix this. I’m done for and it’s time I just fucking faced facts and made my peace. I’m done. I’m calling it.” She hadn’t realised how hard she was gripping the steering wheel until she felt the alloy begin to crunch lightly under her guerrilla cybernetics.

There was a long pause and she thought for a moment he had hung up until she heard the shuffling of erratic, hurried movement on the other end.

“Where are you V?” He demanded, his voice was direct, to the point, no room for nonsense, no room for anything but answers.

“It doesn’t matter. I’ve left a data chip with Misty. It contains all the relevant evidence, via brain dance, you need to get the vindication you so desperately require.”

“V, tell me where you are right now. ” It was sharp this time.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t help more. Goodbye, Goro. It was a pleasure to have known you.” She hung up and looked down at her phone, closing her eyes a moment only to be jolted by Takemura calling again. She took a deep breath before turning it off and throwing it in the passenger seat and popping into third gear as she trolled though the gates past the city limits to security. She was quickly flagged through with little bother from security. They seemed more interested in what was coming into the city that what was going out.

It took her an hour to get to where she needed to go. The edge of the badlands. The final touch stone before she headed further in, back to all she ever knew. Just another busted down prewar gas station covered in sand, nature already claiming back its land. She parked her car outside and managed to pry open the front door after digging some accumulated sand from the way.

—————

She woke to the whistling of the desert storm on the shutters, the dilapidated old outpost rocked shakily. She almost felt as if she was in the belly of a ship at sea being pulverised, to and fro, by an onslaught or roaring waves.

She sat up, listening to them a while, until eventually the weather died down to a gentle lulling breeze. She stepped outside for a moment and thanked whatever powers that were out there that the sky was clear enough to see the moon and a dim scattering of stars. She climbed from her make shift cot and stepped outside.

“Still think you made the right call? Those Saka assholes might have fixed you up all nice.” Johnny flashed back into her peripheral vision, sitting on a bench under a busted canopy with his guitar slung across his lap.

“I dunno. I guess we’ll see.”

“Val.”

She looked up at him with narrowed eyes.

“They were just going to extract you and dump me the moment it suited them. What, you think I was just gonna put my head in a hungry lions mouth and just hope everything would just sort itself out? For all I know they would have just cut me open the minute they got me up there. I’d rather die out here, on some dusty ass terra firma in the wastes than lose my mind up in some space prison.” She flipped out Evelyn’s cigarette case, only three left in place making her sigh before pulling out one and lighting it up.

Johnny groaned at the sensation of the nicotine flooding her system from her first drag. It had been a while since she’d allowed herself such little pleasures, but for the first time in months she wasn’t on deaths door, bringing death so someone else’s door or trying to kidnap an heiress, so exceptions can be made.

“Weather out here huh? Never notice it in the city but, fuck. Mother nature sure is a feisty broad.”

“You have no idea.” She chuckled.

“Pretty good we got here before the worst of of the storm hit earlier. I would not want to be the sorry sack of shit that had to drive through that.” Johnny chuckled.

—————————

It was about 5am, sun already shining and blistering the ground, she had scavenged a few things from the outpost to keep her and Johnny going long enough to get to the Aldecaldos

Or just long enough. The thought of kicking it just before saying goodbye to Panam and Saul and the others churned uncomfortably down into the pit of her stomach but she attempted to occupy her mind, busying herself with prep work and repairs on her gear. She was going to try at least.

Before she could think of the next task, Johnny materialised again, already on edge.

“Someone’s coming.”

“Raffen? Cops? Arasaka?”

“Can’t be sure. I’d get ready if I were you.” He was gone again, and all she could think to do was get back to the gas station and ready herself for the visitors.

A Herra Outlaw that looked as if the chemical desert had taken a shit on it, genuinely one of the most out of place thing she had ever seen in the badlands and that was saying something, pulled up with a soft screech as the brakes engaged and the engine shuttered off. The pop of the car door made her grip her baseball bat tighter as she edged closer to the door, so as to be on the hidden side when it opened.

The door flung open, nearly ramming her in the face had she not hugged the wall so closely, she held her breath as a darkened figure entered the room, but the rasping baritone that filled the air made her freeze.

“V?” Takemura’s voice cut through her and all she could do was stare in disbelief.

“What the fuck?”

He whipped around like lightening, his wild searching gaze landed on her and his eyebrows all but flew up into his hairline and his eyes widened in disbelief but seemed to relax after a moment, a wave of relief washing over his features as of up until this moment he had been in a panic.

It was all a blur, he pulled the rusted metal door closed, nearly wrenching the door off its screeching hinges before his arms suddenly reached for her. He pulled her forcefully into his chest into an embrace that should have shattered her spine with the implants this man had. The newly back online ones, she noted.

She scrunched her eyebrows incredulously at him when he pulled away, his fingers tracing down the length of her arms until they still rested on her shoulders as he continued to look at her as if he was afraid the moment he took his eyes off her she would disappear into thin air.

“What are you doing here?” She breathed, still struggling for air after the uncharacteristic ribsplitting hug.

He looked down now, almost sheepish in his manner but he did not waiver when he returned his gaze to her.

“Stopping you from making a foolish choice.”

She sighed deeply.

“And since when do you have any right to tell me what I can and can’t do?”

“I do not. But I can try at least to make you see reason.” He wasn’t budging, she wasn’t budging.

“Goro...” she pinched the bridge of her nose and temple in an attempt to quell the newly forming tension migraine.

“You could have your life back. You would be good as new, Arasaka would ensure it if you testify at the board meeting. Arasaka always rewards loyalty.”

“I know that’s some rhetoric you’ve been spoonfed your whole life but unfortunately I have a very different opinion on the subject of ‘who Arasaka serves’ and it most certainly isn’t people who have a history of stealing from them.” She dead panned, making Goro groan.

“If you would just listen to me you would know that is not the case. Hanako-sama has extended this life like to you V do not waste it.”

“I’ve been listening. And watching. From the very start. I’ve seen them from an angle you have yet to even comprehend and part of me fears even then you wouldn’t see the truth.”

“They are-.”

“Only in this for themselves. I won’t argue with you about this, there is nothing you can say that will change my mind. I’m not selling my souls to the fucking devil, man, I’m sorry but that’s how this situation feels to me. I know there is nothing anyone can do for me, not you, not Arasaka, not Hellman, not even Alt fucking Cunningham’s AI ghost from beyond the Blackwall knows how to undo this so fuck this. I refuse to spend the last days of my life scrambling for answers only to whither away to nothin and die anyway. I’m leaving this hellhole on my own fucking terms. So just let it go. Just forget about me and go back to your cushty little life as Arasaka’s cheerleader or body guard or whatever the fuck it is you do.”

She couldn’t remember how, but during the course of their verbal spat, he had pushed her against the adjacent wall from the door and upon hearing her retorts he snarled in frustration and slammed his hand into the wall beside her head, denting the already disintegrating plaster, sending a cloud of dust in the air around them. The pluming cloud fluttered and caught the small rays of morning light seeping through the crags and cracks in the windows and walls of the abandoned gas station. She managed to push him off with a forceful shove only to have him lunge back to her. His martial arts clashed with her own brand of badlands fist fighting. She was flexible, contorting her body out of his reach before rounding on him with a left hook followed by a hasty jab aimed for his face. Unfortunately, he had reach, countering her wild strikes with a wave of his arm and tugging her to him. She lifted her knee between them to vault herself from his grasp but lost her footing at the end and it took only a single low sweeping kick to her other leg that sent her off kilter, but Goro followed her to the ground where he pinned again, this time on the floor with both her hands above her in each of his. She struggled against his vice grip, twisting and squirming beneath him to roll him off but he refused to be moved barely even flinching as she thrashed beneath him, awaiting her to finally stop. She roared in frustration but refused to give up. If she couldn’t knock him with her strength then she could knock him with her words.

“Hanako knew!” She spat at him, the intensity of her glare ripping though him.

“Knew what?” He asked with narrowed eyes.

“She knew it was Yorinobu who murdered her father. She knew you were telling the truth, that you were being framed and she still let you go down. Then guess what the kicker here is?” She laughed bitterly. “Saburo’s not even dead. He’s being kept as an engram, he’s been planning something with Hanako this whole time and they were going to let you go down regardless!! They were going to discard you, who served them faithfully your whole life, for their own fucking agenda. So tell me, why you think for one fucking second that they will actually help me?” Takemura was quiet, his hold on her waining enough for her to flip them, her hands balled into his shirt begging him to look at her but it was as if something had been shattered in him. They both were panting from their verbal and martial exchange, but they were far from done.

He suddenly reached up, his hand cupping her cheek gently, tracing the cybernetics of her face with the tips of his fingers before pulling her down to him without warning, his lips finally met hers in a heated kiss.

She gasped into his mouth, giving him the chance to shove his tongue in to explore her. He didn’t know when he would get the chance, if he ever would again after this. But she had yet to bite his face off so he took that as a good sign. In fact she had nearly gone limp from the shock of his sudden advance. He pulled away slowly, his face still inches from hers but his eyes bored into hers with a renewed intensity.

She pulled her hand from his now loosened grip and reached down gently and placed a delicate hand on his cheek, only for him to lean into it with closed eyes. He pressed his own hand over hers and took a deep calming breath.

“Goro, look at me.”

His eyes opened again, staring down at her with so much hope yet one word from her could shatter him into a thousand shards. And fate was a cruel mistress.

“I’m going home.” He looked down at that, his brow tugged in an unreadable expression but she chased after his gaze and held his chin so he had no choice but to stare wordlessly at her.

“I’m going home. To the people I love. To say goodbye. And maybe... maybe, for once in my life just try to do some good in this world, not for eddies or cred or some fucking illusion of grandeur, but just to do something worthwhile. I want have something real. Before I... before I can’t anymore.” She stroked his cheekbone with the back of her knuckle. “I don’t expect you to understand. But it isn’t up for debate.” Not what he had wanted to hear, but the finality in her words left him no room to argue. And so he was then left to stare down the inevitable horribleness of a world with no V.

He rested his face in the crook of her neck, her soft sun kissed skin, slick with sweat from the desert heat.

“Then let me have this at least.” He whispered against her, causing her to shiver under the weight of his words.

He returned his lips to hers, an even more energised passion driving his need and to his surprise she returned it, hands cupping his face gently. She then pushed him back down on his back and dove back to his lips. He began unbuttoning and loosening her clothes as fast as his hands could allow him. He pulled off her tank top and stopped a moment to admire her perky little breasts before pulling her back to him and lavishing her chest adoringly with bites and kisses that made her mewl against him.

“You have been taunting me since the day we met. Not wearing anything but that tight blue netrunner suit.” He growled against her chest, biting at the underside of her breast, his eyes primal and burning hers with an unspoken need to be closer.

“I’m a net runner you gonk, ah-!” He bit a little harsher around her nipple at the comment but lapped at it gently afterwards. “I-it was for practicality’s sake.” She shivered against him.

“It was to torture me.” He chuckled.

He lifted them suddenly, his hands under her thighs again as he deposited her on a near by countertop, her legs wrapping around his hips as he ground himself desperately into her while trailing his lips from her ear lobe to her jugular and back before biting then tugging sharply causing her to yelp softly.

“Maybe a little.” She gasped, casting him a delighted grin which elicited a growl from deep within his chest. He leisurely ran his hands along the hem of her jeans, tugging at them slightly before slipping his hand down underneath to grab a handful of her ass, squeezing it appreciatively before moaning at how soft and pliant her skin was under the extra sensitive touch of his cybernetic hands. He allowed himself to become lost in her for a moment. Mapping her every contour in his mind, committing each breathless sound that fell from her lips to memory, savouring her sweet breath on his tongue and wondering if he would ever again taste something so perfect as her. He felt her pull away lightly, a few centimetres from his face to gasp for a breath and still his lips chased hers. It was as if she could read his mind sometimes, she was looking at him with those confounding purple eyes, her smile faltering as if she could see how banefully torn he was.

“This won’t change anything.” She whispered sadly against his lips .

His brow creased under the weight of his anguish, another growl, not so carnal as before but instead a roar of frustration and he attacked her body with a new found, punishing fervour. He pulled her up effortlessly once again and threw her into the cot, her body’s weight caused the springs to groan and he had managed to discard his shirt fully, then turned to her. She was now only in her underwear, her golden skin glistened in the low orange morning haze. Her body was lithe yet athletic, her skin tantalisingly smooth to the touch yet disturbed by stray scars scattered about her person. Her years of fighting for her survival in this hellscape had shaped her and moulded her into this picturesque model of strength and beauty. He kneeled before her, nipping his way down her navel to the hem of her panties that he then quickly slid off in one fluid motion. He dove between her legs, basking in the sweet gasps she made as he drove her wild with his tongue. Her hands twisted and twined themselves into his ebony and silver locks, pulling his bun loose to let his hair cascade down his shoulders, grazing her nails over his scalp delicately. He introduced a single finger to her and pumped deeply inside her yet at a controlled pace, eliciting another quivering gasp that made him smile against her.

“Goro...” the way her breathless lips formed around his name drove something in him. She was able to bring out the strangest and most wonderful of feelings in him.

He was sure from her cries she was nearing her climax and before she could taste the sweet precipice of her release, he rose up to kiss her. Her taste on his lips had a lewd yet arousing effect on her, but her climax, once so tantalisingly close was now receding and the heat biting and curling in her abdomen made her squirm against him. She pulled away after a moment and gasped a quick breath.

“You ass.” He pressed his face into her neck again and she felt the rumble of his chuckling. He continued to kiss her neck and his hands pinched and rolled her nipples in a torturously teasing manner. She writhed under him, a mewling mess.

“Stop teasing me.” She pleaded, her own hands cupping either side of his face to pull him from his ministrations on her neck that she was almost certain would be bruised to absolute fuck in the morning.

He nudged her legs to open and she obliged eagarly.

He teased her entrance lightly running his tip up and down coating himself in her essence before sliding steadily inside of her. He had to stop half way and swallowed a guttural moan. She was so tight. Like a warm vice pulling him further inside her and dragging him impossibly closer to her. Her legs had wrapped around his hips, her thighs quivering around his girth. He took another moment to make some experimental, shallow thrusts and groaned once more at how deliciously slick she was.

“Oh... V...” his forehead pressed against hers and his grip around her hips tightened.

“Don’t.... stop...” she was barely above a whisper, which made Goro want nothing more than for her to be louder.

He took this as his moment to flip her onto her stomach against the cot.

His right hand held both her arms behind her back, folded and solidly trapped there. His left hand was holding her hip, dragging down to guide her over his girth once again. He rather enjoyed the view of her at this angle, he was so lost in the way she bounced against him, the feeling of her walls rubbing so exquisitely against his length, that he was sure he wouldn’t last long. The thought of having their tryst cut so short however did not appeal to him, the feeling of being fully encased by her was so unequivocally amazing he never wanted it to stop, so he forced himself to slow down to a languid yet laborious pace, favouring drawn out leisurely strokes.

“Jesus Christ...” she gasped, arching her back in a way that made him want to go back to pounding her within an inch of her life but he was controlled, no foolish young man driven by a cardinal need, but a mature and tentative lover who wanted to make his partner see the stars before this was over.

He reached around, dragging his hands from the underside of her bellybutton to glide along her ribs, up and over her breast, giving it an appreciative squeeze before cradling her throat gently and turning her head to look back at him as much as she could in the position which granted wasn’t much. He leaned forward, still thrusting inside her at a restrained pace, and ravaged her neck, suckling the flesh at the junction of her shoulder and neck before trailing his bites to the underside of her jaw, then to her ear where he nibbled her lobe gently.

“Tell me what you want.” He breathed against her, the lewd sound of their bodies meeting in their primal dance and the soft gushes of wind rattling the shutters were all she could hear above their own crescendo of panting and haggard moans.

“Don’t... be a dick...” she gasped, earning her a sharp smack on her ass cheek.

“Tell me.” He thrust inside her, harder but not hard enough to satisfy her fully, leaving her trembling for more.

“Ah... fuck! Please...” she breathed, trying to shove her own hips back into his for more friction but his hand migrated back to her hips, a solid anchor, preventing her from getting her way.

“That’s not what I asked you.” She could hear the underlying cockiness in his tone and it pissed her off almost immediately.

How could this man illicit such polarising reactions from her, she thought. One moment she wanted him to bend her over a desk, the next she wanted to snap him in two. But the sentiment remained, she wanted him.

“Please... Goro... fuck me... harder...” he hummed in satisfaction and released her arms from his vice grip.

“Then I suggest you hold onto something.” He had leaned forward his lips against her ear, the vibrations of his bassy timbre tickled her in an irresistibly tantalising way.

But her inward musings came to a hault when he began his unforgiving pace, she could feel him hitting her cervix with every thrust and she cried out, hands barely holding on to the edge of the cot as her body rocked against the force of his hips.

His hand came down to tease her slit, circling her sensitive nub in a maddeningly delicious way that caused more mewls to erupt from her lips.

Goro stared down at her, enraptured by every twist and twitch she made. Her arching back defining her musculature and he’d be lying if he was doing any better than her right now. He was holding on for dear life, dragging this out for as long as he possibly could. But eventually, the warmth and curling in his abdomen could not be ignored and he quickened his circling around her clit to drive her to her end. She screamed softly into her hand as her release rolled over her in wave after wave, his continuing thrusts helping her ride out her climax to its fullest. He followed her soon after, nearly collapsing on her, his forehead resting between her shoulder blades as he struggled to regain his breathing. She recovered before Goro and pulled him further onto the cot where they crumbled into it. He curled around her, his arms pulling her flush against him as he savoured the feeling of her skin on his. He pressed his nose and lips to the top of her head, inhaling her scent deeply, attempting to sear these details into his mind for a later date. He tried his best to keep his eyes open, but she began to stroke his chest in a soothing circle, and before he knew it he was out like a light.

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He woke with a jolt, the room now completely darkened by the night and a sudden anxiety disquieted his mind. He reached for where V had been but his hand grabbed nothing but empty space.

“V?” He called, sitting up and listening for anything, then scanning the area. He could see from his thermal scan she had been gone from his side for nearly two hours.

He pulled himself up, dressing quickly and wrenching the front door open to see that her Thorton was gone, whatever tracks that were left had been swallowed by the desert wind and he stood in silence.

“This isn’t going to change anything.” Her words echoed in his mind and he clenched his hands into fists, a slight shake evident from his barely controlled emotions on the cusp of breaking through to the surface.

“They were going to discard you, who served them faithfully your whole life, for their own fucking agenda.”

He tried to quell his anger, his hurt, his inescapable feeling of betrayal. He fought to keep his composure but the memory of her touch was seared into his mind and body yet it did nothing but only make him ache to have her back in his arms. He would never feel that again, never experience that intense, intrinsic connection to another human being. The thought did nothing to disquiet his mind. Eventually he broke and turned to punch his hand nearly completely though the wall of the garage as he breathed in ragged and strangled chokes. Unshed tears burned in his eyes and he wrenched his arm back to completely break through the wall altogether with the force of his strike. He didn’t stop. He pummelled the wall until his cybernetics were scuffed and cracked. Warning signs flashed in his peripheral vision but he ignored them, slumping to the ground he cradled his head in his hands and roared in futility. He stayed there a moment, still, quiet and thoughtful. He raised his head with a thud against the nearly dilapidated wall and he looked off into the distance. On one path, the further reaches of the badlands, down another was the fluorescent and blinding lights of Night City, beaconing him back with a curled finger.

And not just night city, but the ominous red looming glow of Arasaka Headquarters illuminating the night and further banishing the stars. The only life he had ever known was within Arasaka’s ranks. All he had ever been was a vassal, a loyal one at that. Traded his life and limbs for them. Let them carve him into an instrument of their empire from the moment they had deigned to elevate him from the slums, only after he had skinned his fingers to the near bone scrubbing his clothes in the chemical sickened canals. He had given Arasaka his life.

Yet Hanako knew he was innocent. Not only her but Saburo, his lord tono, his idol. He had known. It stung him to his nucleus, like nothing ever had. He was stilled, inaction gripping him to his core. He found his gaze always defecting back to the badlands. To her lands. He didn’t make a choice so much as follow an instinct.

He rose from his seated position and opened the door to his car, looking back at Night City one last time, not saying goodbye to the city, but farewell to all the possibilities it held. They were not meant for him. A defiant grin stretched over his lips before a determination set in his eyes, looking back to the badlands. He dove into the front seat and revved the engine before backing out to the edge of the main road and quickly pivoting into position then tearing out onto the dusty highway, sending a plume of dust in his wake as he made for the badlands, his spirit lightened and rejuvenated. He undid his top shirt buttons, ripping off the front Arasaka logo to his cybernetic neck plates and throwing it with a quick flick out the car window, then looking down at the Arasaka patch logo on his arm which he also tore from his jacket then sent it too flying out the window. With each metre he put between him and the city, the younger he felt.

“I’m coming V.” He whispered under his breath as he pressed harder on the gas.

[ladyanput]

Seeing Green Ch.9

Alright, here’s the chapter where you all find out I can’t write action scenes worth crap.

Chat Noir had left her alone, shivering in the cold as freezing air blew in through the warehouse's broken windows. Her limbs were beginning to feel numb, and her wrists were raw and bloodied from all of her vicious tugging to try and get free.

She faintly heard the sounds of footsteps and Chat Noir appeared in her vision once again, holding a small plastic bag. He smiled as he knelt beside her once again, blissfully unaware of her growing shivering.

"I got you the perfect outfit now, my lady." Chat grinned excitedly, reminding Marinette of a toddler about to show their messy art to their parents. A very deranged toddler, that is. He pulled a red mask out of the plastic bag, it was obviously made of some felt material and had crudely drawn on black dots. She flinched when Chat put it on her. "There we go, now you're perfect, Ladybug."

"Chat, no, Adrien, please let me go. I- I can't feel my fingers." She begged, then flinched when he got close. He kissed her without even listening to what she said, and when his tongue invaded her mouth, a sob left her.

This was supposed to be her partner, someone she could rely on and fight with until the end. They had been through so much together, yet here he was, lost in some sick fantasy that he refused to let go of. When he pulled back, he had a look of euphoria on his face as he stroked her cheek.

"You taste so sweet, but I alway knew you would be. You're my beautiful Ladybug after all." Chat hummed, reaching into the plastic bag again. He withdrew a pair of silver rings, sliding one onto Marinette's left ring finger, the other onto his own.  "There we go… Our own perfect happily ever after."

"What?" She croaked out, her voice dry. She shivered as another cool breeze swept over them.

"I dreamt of us having a big house, three beautiful children… I always knew you were meant for me when you stood up to Hawkmoth on our first day as heroes." He nuzzled her cheek gently, then nuzzled her cold, grey earrings. "I'd rather you be yourself right now, but I can pretend. I always know how to play pretend really well."

"Adrien…" She felt the bile rise in her throat, thoughts of Adrien's past nightly activities flashing in her mind and fear flooded her further. She squirmed when his body pressed close to hers as he cuddled close. Her voice rose in pitch as hysterics set in. "Please..  Please, don't!"

"What?" Chat stopped his kisses on her neck and his green eyes studied her, before widening, looking almost hurt. "Ladybug, I'd never do that to you… I'd never hurt my precious Ladybug."

Marinette closed her eyes and tried to think of Damian, of her friends back at the hotel, of Eva. They must be looking for her, they had to be. They wouldn't leave her alone here, would they? Surely they cared. Right…?

Chat was looming over her face once again, his smile wide. Marinette tried to turn her head away from him, but he forced her chin over and his lips were on hers once again.

---

Nightwing watched helplessly as Robin savagely beat up a thug that had mentioned to them that he had seen a guy in black leather carrying a girl towards the warehouse district. 

There was obvious frustration and anger radiating off of Robin, his desperation to find Marinette clear to the rest of the team. They all felt the same, but they couldn't afford to go in rashly and end up getting the girl hurt, especially with the black cat's destructive powers that Tim told him about.

"Robin, that's enough." Batman stepped forward and grabbed Robin's shoulder, pulling him back roughly, leaving the thug curled up in fetal position on the ground. "Killing him won't help us get to her faster."

"He has her. I know the police couldn't find anything, but who the fuck else would have her?!" Robin turned on his father, his body trembling with the rage that just kept bubbling inside of him. Usually he was good with his emotions, of being able to control them, but when Marinette was in trouble all of that training seemed to go out the window. "If he's such a fucking creep that he spies on her at night, what else could he do to her?!"

"Yes, but keep in mind he's most likely transformed, and from what Red Robin saw in those videos, these Miraculous' powers can withstand a lot of damage." Batman shook his head and turned towards the direction of the warehouse district. "Everyone, move. If you see Chat Noir, proceed with extreme caution, we don't want casualties today."

The team made their way towards the warehouse district, eyes peeled for any signs of movement. It was a cold winter's night, the air biting deep and cruel. Worry spiked dramatically as Robin thought of how cold Marinette must be. He was sure the stupid tomcat was too much of an idiot to even think about bringing her winter coat, especially since it was snowing outside.

"I don't see anything down at the south end." Red Hood reported over his comm as he looked into every warehouse that he could. Lots of abandoned warehouses, but no Marinette, and no furry freak.

"Guys, I think I've got something." Black Bat's voice sounded slightly strained as she watched the scene inside of the warehouse from her perch by one of the windows. Marinette tied to a pole by her wrists, shivering hard with her lips looking rather blue. When Batwoman dropped in beside her, she grimaced at the sight of the crude mask put on the young woman's face, or the cat themed hero forcing kisses on the barely conscious girl.

"I want to skin him.." Batwoman hissed through clenched teeth as she watched Chat adjust a bridal style veil onto Marinette's head. "She can barely keep her head up."

Black Bat couldn't respond due to Robin shoving his way past them and rushing his way into the warehouse, sword drawn, a look of murderous intent on his face, Nightwing hot on his heels.

"Robin, wait!"

Chat looked up at the sound of commotion, only to be knocked back and sent flying across the room by a superb kick from Robin. Batman cursed under his breath and when he accepted the planned surprise attack was compromised, went in and joined the rest of them.

Chat got to his feet and brushed off the kick as if he had been swatted with a damp towel. His green eyes narrowed furiously at the sight of the Gotham heroes, his clawed hands curling into fists.

"What are you all doing here? Get away from my Lady!" He snarled when he noticed Red Robin knelt beside Marinette, cutting away the ropes that had cut so deep into her wrists. He made his way towards them, but was intercepted by Black Bat who tackled him. "I'll fucking kill all of you!"

"You had no right to kidnap her!" Black Bat snapped back as she struggled with him, getting right in his face as they both strain in their fighting. "She's not some toy you keep around to play with, pervert!"

She didn't get a chance to react when he wrenched her arm and it popped out of its socket, the air leaving her lungs. Chat then grabbed the back of her head and slammed it down onto the concrete floor, making her see stars.

Red Robin carefully helped Marinette stand, though the shivering girl pressed into him, desperate for any trace of warmth. With a soft curse, he took off his cape and draped it over her shoulders. 

"Did he hurt you, Marinette?" He whispered, watching as Robin wailed on Chat, their weapons meeting with loud clashes. Carefully he began moving her towards the entrance of the warehouse. 

"No, but… but he…" She swallowed thickly, reaching up and taking off the crude mask and the cheap wedding veil. Red Robin felt disgust at the sight of the ring on her left hand. He slid it off of her finger and tossed it onto the floor. "Just kissing, that was it."

"Let's get you out of here, you're freezing." He whispered, but frowned when she struggled against him.

"No… I need Tikki… to take Chat's ring." Her words slurred, her lashes fluttering as her lids felt heavy, but she took a step towards where Chat was currently trying to strangle Batman.

Chat's gaze rose and he snarled when he saw Marinette was untied. He took a threatening step towards her, but Robin stepped into his path, swinging his sword. The black cat met the sword with his staff and hissed at him.

"You're trying to take her away from me. She's mine, she belongs to me, not some pretty boy spoiled brat." Chat hissed, shoving Robin back only to charge at him. The two struggled as Robin kept getting knocked back by the inhumanly strong cat themed hero, but that only fueled the young assassin's anger.

"She's not property! She doesn't belong to anyone!" Robin snapped, aiming for Chat's head, but stopping short when the cat reached out and grabbed his wrist. This was Ladybug's partner? A guy who acted like he was owed the girl he had feelings for? That he automatically got her because of some stupid delusion of soulmates? "I'll cut your fucking hands off for what you did."

Chat stared at him, before grinning. Then in a swift move, he crushed Robin's hand, then reared back and smashed his head into his.

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Marinette stumbled her way towards the exit, shivering wildly as Tim supported her. She went to thank him, but he was ripped away from her and sent flying across the room, slamming into one of the concrete poles.

Chat wrapped an arm around her waist and held her against him, his expression one of deranged fury.

"If any of you come near us, I'll destroy her. Cataclysm!" Marinette felt the blood drain from her face as he held his powered up hand inches from her face. "If I can't have her, I'll never let anyone else! She's mine, and if I can only join her in the afterlife, so be it!"

"Adrien!" Marinette let out a shrill scream, drawing the attention of the remaining conscious heroes. She struggled, mentally begging for Tikki to hurry and find her. "Adrien, please stop!"

"No!" Chat snarled right in her face, his grip tightening on her, making her wince. "You're mine, Ladybug!"

"She's not Ladybug."

All eyes turned to the warehouse doors as they were thrown open, a strong wind bursting in, filling the place with flurried snow.

And there stood Ladybug, hands on her hands and a furious expression on her face.

"M- my Lady. But how..?" Chat began to tremble, dropping Marinette in his shock, sending her sprawling across the floor. "Ladybug, you're here!"

"I can't believe you, Chat? Kidnapping a civilian? Threatening to kill her? And here I thought you were my partner, a superhero!" Ladybug shook her head sadly, hugging herself. "And here I thought I was falling in love with you…"

"No, wait, Ladybug, please!" He stepped away from Marinette and made his way towards his Ladybug, reaching out towards her. "I thought you were being stolen away from me! You do love me, you know you do! You see? I was doing this for us!"

"Oh Chat…" Ladybug gave a thin smile, then narrowed her eyes. "I'll have fun kicking your scrawny ass."

Ladybug burst into orange smoke and a pair of feet planted themselves firmly on Chat's chest, making him sprawl onto his back. Everyone stared at the woman standing on Chat's chest.

Her violet eyes sparkled with amusement, body clad in an orange bodysuit, what looked to be a black collar around her throat, the Fox Miraculous dangling. Her fox ears twitched every so slightly, her fluffy tail curled up tight.

"Hello kitty cat. You know, what you did was highly illegal." She purred, then stomped hard on his throat.

"Are those high heels?" Marinette hissed, narrowing her eyes as she watched Chat throw the fox heroine across the warehouse, then him spreading after her, claws unsheathed as he went at her with his Cataclysm. 

"Hey Sugar Cookie, I think this belongs to you!" The fox unfurled her tail, Tikki darting out and rushing towards her Chosen.

"Marinette! You're safe!" Tikki cuddled to her chosen, only to flinch back when she felt how cold she was. "Hurry, transform and take Chat's ring!"

"Tikki, spots on!"

---

Chat swiped furiously at the mysterious fox, maddening fury pumping through his veins. This bitch used Ladybug's persona against him. He couldn't wait to turn her to ash.

"You're getting rusty, Tomcat. Must be all of those times you'd laze around and let Ladybug do all of the work." She taunted, running backwards as Chat kept trying to swipe at her with his Cataclysm. But Chat managed to trip her by smashing the back of her knees with his staff, and he grabbed her by the throat. He inched his powered hand closer, but it halted when a familiar spotted yo-yo wrapped around his wrist.

"Not so fast, Chat Noir! You're not hurting anyone." Ladybug smirked and ripped the black cat backwards, while Red Hood appeared and tossed one of the boomerangs. He tossed it at Chat, who instinctively caught it with his free hand, and it crumpled into dust.

"Looks like you've lost the upper hand." The fox grinned and bore her claws, slashing at Chat's face, blood splattering and he was sent stumbling back. Batwoman ran up and slammed her fist right into his face, hearing the satisfying crunch of bone. "Ladybug, now!"

As Batwoman, Red Hood, and the fox combined barely pinned down Chat Noir, Ladybug rushed forward and grabbed his wrist, plucking the black cat ring from his finger.

"Adrien Agreste." Ladybug's voice was cold as his transformation slid away, leaving the bleeding teen glaring up at her with furious green eyes. "As the Guardian of the Miraculous, you are hereby retired as the Black Cat holder."

"You can't do this to me! I am the Black Cat, you can't take my ring!" Adrien snapped and struggled, only to freeze when Red Hood took out a gun and held it to his head.

"Move a fucking inch and I'll fucking end you, you disgusting creep." He snarled, body tense. He was itching to end this kid.

"I contacted the police. They'll be here soon." Red Robin made his way over to them, his arm hanging at an odd angle at his side. He eyed the fallen Batman, Black Bat, Robin, and Nightwing. "Jesus, we all practically have military training and he took out over half of us."

"Oh!" Ladybug's eyes widened a fraction, before she stepped back and threw her yo-yo into the air. "Miraculous Ladybug!"

---

Robin's eyes slowly opened, and he saw an angel. Marinette smiled down at him, before taking his hands, now perfectly healed, into his own and helping him stand. Without a word, they tightly embraced and she wept softly into his chest.

"I'm glad you're safe, Angel." He whispered, stepping back and wiping the tears away. She was still shivering, but it had subsided some. "You're safe though?" 

"I'm fine. He didn't do anything to me." She assured him, before turning back to the entire Bat squad who had gathered around, everyone's wounds miraculously healed. "Where's the perv?"

The fox lady, who stood off to the side, pointed to the entrance, where Adrien was tied up, his nose broken. He then noticed Marinette cradling her right hand and the bloodied knuckles and smiled. 

"So…" Marinette turned and crossed her arms, smirking at the fox. "What do I call the heroine who decided shoulder pads and high heels were a smart choice for a superhero costume?"

"I managed to do flips and cartwheels in these heels, so you don't get to judge." The fox pointed a cautious finger at the young teen, smiling. "But I guess you can call me Lady Vixen."

There was a high pitched beeping and soon as the flash of light disappeared, Evangeline stood there, hands on hips.

There was silence for a moment, then a clattering sound. Red Hood had dropped his gun. 

In a swift move, he took off his hood and tossed it aside, his messy dark  hair framing his face. Suddenly, Eva's eyes widened in alarm.

"What the fuck? Jaso-" Before Eva could say anything else, Jason grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her. Marinette felt her cheeks heat up and an uncomfortable giggle left her as she shied her eyes away. How long had this been going on?

"You're a fucking crazy woman." Jason muttered, resting his forehead against Eva's.

"I had to save Marinette. She couldn't transform without that red fairy." Eva shrugged, though she seemed to have a rather dreamy smile on her face.

"Yeah, but your form was terrible." Jason grabbed her by the waist and tossed her over his shoulder like she was a sack of flour, before he began striding towards the entrance past Adrien. "You and I need to work on that flexibility of yours."

"Jason, what the fuck are you talking about?" Eva struggled in Jason's tight grip, and Marinette watched as her expression went from confusion, to realization, then to a cherry red eagerness. "Oh.. OH!"

Marinette felt her own cheeks heat up, but she quickly turned back to Batman, clearing her throat.

"Thank you all for saving me. I really appreciate it." She smiled, snuggling into Robin's warmth as they heard sirens in the distance. 

"That power of yours comes in handy. I was sure I'd be in the hospital for months." Black Bat grinned, gingerly touching her healed shoulder.

The police quickly arrived, and Adrien was hauled off to Gotham Prison, with a call being sent out to his father.

Marinette was taken back to the hotel, where the entire class was waiting for her in the lobby. Juleka, Rose, Kim, Alix, and Nino all rushed forward and gathered the shivering girl into a tight hug, allowing her to leech off of their warmth, all the while Commissioner Gordon explained everything to Miss Bustier.

"There must be some mistake." Miss Bustier shook her head, looking rather frazzled. She couldn't let this get back to the parents, back to the school board. "Adrien is just a child, you can't arrest him. He just made a mistake, that's all!"

"A mistake?" Gordon's brows shot up in bewilderment before he shook his head. "Listen, Miss, kidnapping isn't a mistake. Holding a terrified girl captive for several hours isn't a mistake. Keeping her bound, in the cold and letting her starve isn't a mistake."

"Marinette probably coerced him into doing it!" Lila spoke up, stepping forward with tears in her eyes.

"She's been obsessed with him for years, he probably couldn't take it anymore. She blackmailed him into some sick fetish game or something to finally get her to stop. Marinette always did like getting all of the attention!"

Alya crossed her arms and glowered over at Marinette. She just had to go and get kidnapped and ruin the entire trip! If Marinette hadn't come, she'd still have her boyfriend, would still have money, and her phone wouldn't be off after her parents decided to cancel her cell subscription. Now she couldn't even update the Ladyblog!

"Why you little…" Alix took a threatening step towards her, but froze in her tracks when she saw Bruce Wayne and Damian making their way into the hotel.

"Good evening, Commissioner Gordon. I heard Marinette was found and we rushed over as fast as we could." Bruce smiled as he shook the Commissioner's hand, watching as his son gathered Marinette into his arms and hugged her tight. "I contacted her parents. Funny thing, they were never told their daughter had been kidnapped."

The glares the adults in the room sent Bustier made her go pale. Eva would certainly have a field day when she got wind of this.

"And I believe that she isn't really safe under the care of such a… mediocre caretaker." Bruce's smile was kind, but his eyes were deadly. "Her parents gave permission for her to stay with us until they get here to take her home."

The class was quiet as Damian guided Marinette over to the elevator, before Alix began laughing, practically doubling over from it.

"Fuck, this is too perfect! Marinette gets to live that pretty princess life you're always boasting about having, Lie-la." She taunted, and the Italian's hands curled into fists as she glared after Marinette and the Wayne heir.

Once in the privacy of her hotel room, Marinette took a seat and gingerly touched her hurt wrists. Plagg hovered over her, looking guilty before he floated down and sadly nuzzled her hand.

"I'm sorry, Gumdrop… I should have reined him in better. I could have stopped him." He whispered, tearing up as he looked down, eyeing her wounded wrists. "I could have stopped him from doing this. But he learned how… how to control me."

"Don't blame yourself. I know he wasn't a true Black Cat." Marinette smiled, scratching the kwami gently between his ears, causing him to purr. Tikki went and hugged Plagg close, the two of them settling on one of the pillows. "But… I think that this madness that overtook him, it was always within him. He chose which path to take."

"We'll find you a new cat, don't worry.." Tikki whispered, hugging Plagg tightly. But Plagg wasn't paying attention, he was staring straight at Damian.

"Well.. We should get you back to the mansion. You'll need all the rest you can get." Damian gathered up Marinette's luggage, eyeing the red and black box she picked up and putting it back into it's secret compartment.  Once it was all gathered up, he kissed her. "Let's go home."

"Home…" Marinette smiled and nuzzled him, having a feeling she was finally where she was meant to be.

---

"Nathalie. Get us some tickets…" Gabriel glanced back at his secretary. "We are going to Gotham to get my foolish son."

[whump-tr0pes]

Vera - 1

Vera - 1 (handcuffed/manacled) - @badthingshappenbingo​​

This is a prequel series to Honor Bound.

Red X is for posted, white X is for requested. 

AO3

Cw: kidnapping

The city was vibrating with tension.

Everyone felt it, whether they admitted it or not. They felt the humming in the ground, the sharp crackling flavor of the air, like it might combust if someone moved too fast. The skyscrapers didn’t serve as fingers reaching into the sky anymore. They loomed over the city, spreading shadows like blankets.

People were afraid. The fear came out in a million little ways: whispers at home, hoping the kids wouldn’t hear the tension in the words. Declined invitations to go out, have fun, expose themselves to the dangers of the world. People who would never raise a hand to their neighbor starting to carry weapons, tucked awkwardly in their jackets. People didn’t walk alone.

Vera did, though. She preferred it. Three weeks, she’d been living a lie. Three weeks undercover. Alone was good. Alone gave her time to clear her head. She smirked. What are they gonna do, mug me? She shook her head. Yeah, probably. It was nothing compared to what would be done to her if she were ever found out. Somehow she couldn’t be scared of a little petty crime when she was clawing her way into the underbelly of the city’s criminal activity.

It gave her an uncomfortable sensation of…not apathy, but what comes just before that. Nihilism, maybe. If she were found out, if someone discovered that she wasn’t some civilian wanting to join a drug ring for money, or power, or safety, or whatever fucking reason people joined drug rings, they’d do worse than just beat her and take her money. They’d tear her apart.

When she was alone, she could be herself. When she was alone, she could be a cop, scared as hell but determined to do her job, wanting nothing more than to find out exactly why organized crime seemed to have skyrocketed in the past few years so she could come home.

She tightened her jacket around her and walked faster. I need to meet with you. Usual place. That’s all the text had said. Her usual point of contact, Mike, had been her in. They’d known each other years and years ago as kids in school and had not spoken since. When his mugshot had appeared in one of the briefings for this post, she’d breathed a sigh of relief. I’ll have an in. Someone who knows me. That’s the start of trust.

She turned a corner, walked a block, turned another. Two more blocks. With a glance behind her she disappeared down an alley, hands stuffed deep in her pockets. She swallowed hard. She hated this part. The lying. The being someone else so completely.

A shadow moved behind a dumpster to her left, their regular meeting place. She pushed down her fear, her disgust. Her hatred. If this is what it takes to bring them all down, I’ll do it. She forced her voice to be steady. “Hey, Mike. What have you got?” She moved close to him, bodies almost touching. Even in the near-dusk shadow of the alley she still felt exposed.

His hand wrapped around her wrist. She felt a distant chill run down the back of her neck. Her stomach clenched. This is not how this is supposed to go. She pulled back slowly. Dread swept through her like a crashing wave as his grip only tightened.

“Mike…” Her voice was shaking. “What’s going on?”

He pulled her into him until she was pressed against his chest. She trembled at the feel of his breath on her face. “You been playing me, Vera?”

Her body locked into an icy panic. “N-no…” she whispered. “No…I swear to god, I’m not…”

His hand tightened around her wrist until it ached. She pulled away harder. “Really?” In the dim light she could tell he was grinning. “Because I think you’re playing me. I think you’re a fucking cop.”

She grabbed his wrist and twisted it down, breaking his hold on her and forcing him to his knees. Her hand flew to her waistband. You don’t have handcuffs, you idiot. She kicked him in the ribs, sending him flying against the side of the dumpster. She turned to run.

Her heart dropped as she realized there was someone standing in the alley not twenty feet from her, blocking her escape the way she had come. She turned to run the other direction. Her breath stopped in her chest as she saw another figure blocking her other way out. Her hands curled into fists.

They moved towards her at the same time. She backed up against the wall, head snapping left and right as she tried to keep both figures in her field of vision. Mike was groaning on the ground, trying to get to his feet. She dragged in a deep inhale, forced out a slow exhale.

The man on her right reached her first. She didn’t hesitate. She exploded away from the wall with a desperate punch. It connected with the man’s cheek. He dropped to one knee. She felt a hand clamp down on the collar of her jacket. She spun, driving her elbow into the other man’s stomach. He grunted and fell back a step.

Mike was back on his feet. He pulled a knife from his pocket and flicked it open. She watched the dim glint of the metal as he advanced on her. He slashed at her stomach. She flew backwards, barely clearing the blade. He aimed a thrust at her chest. She nearly tripped over herself as she sidestepped it.

A hand caught her by the hair and dragged her backwards. She lost her footing and stumbled back, swinging another elbow at her attacker. He dodged it and shoved her to the ground.

She hit the cement hard. It knocked the air out of her and she lay still for a moment, stunned. She dragged in a breath.

A kick connected with her side. She screamed and curled away from it, pulling her knees into her chest and throwing her arms over her head to shield herself. NEVER LET A FIGHT GO TO THE GROUND, she could hear screaming inside her head. GET UP. NEVER LET A FIGHT GO TO THE GROUND. She rolled to her stomach and pushed herself up on her elbows, gasping.

A boot landed on her back, forcing her back down to the ground. She writhed under it, throwing wild blows back at the man pinning her down. He knelt, his knee crushing into her lower back. She cried out. She felt strong hands trap one wrist, forcing her arm behind her. Then the other. She bucked under the man’s weight as she felt and heard a zip tie being tightened around her wrists.

“Please,” she sobbed. “Please, I’m not a cop, I’m not a fucking cop, I swear to god…” She grunted as her face was shoved against the concrete, the man’s other hand pinning her hands against her back, and still that crushing weight on her back. She choked on her tears. “I don’t know who fucking told you that, I’m not a cop…please…”

Mike scrambled to his knees beside her and held the knife to her throat. She cried out and strained against the hand in her hair, holding her in place. “We don’t fucking believe you.”

“No no no please…please… I don’t know what you’re talking about, please…”

She heard the click of footsteps approach and a quiet hey boss. She stiffened as the weight on her back increased.

The footsteps stopped beside her. She tried to turn her head to see who had approached, but the hand in her hair forced her face harder against the pavement. “This is the cop?” The man’s voice was low and calm.

“Yes, sir.” Mike’s voice sounded…uneasy.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes sir. I know it’s her.”

A pause. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Fuck you,” she spat through her teeth. She heaved out a desperate sob as she felt the cold barrel of a gun press against the back of her head.

“Wait, Matthew. I didn’t give instructions to kill her.”

“Sorry, sir.” The cold metal disappeared.

She heard gravel crunch as the man walked around where she’d been pinned to the ground and into her field of vision. He knelt in front of her, surveying her with an almost amused expression. He reached out and drew one finger down the side of her face. She shuddered at the soft touch. “I’m going to ask you again, sweetheart. What’s your name?”

She pressed her lips together and glared up at him. “It’s Vera, sir,” Mike volunteered. The man fixed him with a stare and he withered under it.

“Vera, then.” He took a moment, deliberating. Then he stood. “I’m keeping her.

“…keeping her, sir?”

“Yes.” He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a canvas bag. “Put that on her. Get her to my car. It’s parked just at the other end of this alley.”

“Yes…sir.” Mike pulled the bag over her head. She was wrestled to her feet.

“No.” She threw herself blindly to the side, vague shapes spinning in her vision. The hands nearly lost their grip on her. A fist crashed into her stomach. She grunted, went limp for a moment, sagged against the hands that held her up. They began to drag her to the car.

“PLEASE,” she screamed. “Someone help me, PLEASE.”

“You want me to gag her, sir?”

A chuckle. “No. I promise, no one is going to stop us. And besides… I like hearing her beg.”

Vera could swear she felt a shudder run through one of her captors. Shadows and light passed through the bag over her head and she felt herself being pressed up against the side of a car. A hand on her back pushed her forward and pinned her against it. She felt rough hands on her pockets, her waistband, the pants of her legs. “She’s clean, boss.”

“Excellent. Get her in the trunk.”

“No…” She yanked against the hands that pulled her away from the car. “What the fuck do you want from me? I don’t know anything… I’m not a fucking cop, you piece of shit…”

That same chuckle. “She’s got a mouth on her. That’ll be my first priority.”

She felt the rear bumper of the car press against her shins. “Priority…what the fuck…no, fuck you, get the fuck off me!” She was shoved forward and she pitched headlong into the trunk. With her hands bound behind her, she couldn’t catch herself as she fell. She landed hard on her shoulder. Before she could kick at the men, the trunk slammed closed.

She was plunged into darkness. She felt of roiling wave of nausea as the car started and began to pull away. He’s taking me to a second location, that means whatever he’s going to do to me takes time, privacy, oh my god, oh my god he’s gonna kill me, he’s gonna kill me and it’s gonna hurt… She twisted herself onto her side, her heart thundering in the cramped space of the trunk. Gotta get free, gotta kick out a brake light… She thought of her handler, Christopher. If I don’t check in with him in a week he’s going to know something’s wrong. She shivered. What if he wants to kill me sooner than a week?

Tears pooled in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. She steeled herself and curled in on herself, moving her bound hands down her back, around her hips. She strained against the zip tie as it bit into her wrists. Her chest caught in a panic as her hands got stuck for a moment. She arched her back harder and her hands moved under her legs. She pulled them out one at a time and immediately yanked the bag off her head. It did nothing to improve her sight in the blackness of the trunk, but she felt like she could breathe better. She took in a deep inhale, held it, blew out a slow exhale.

She felt around the back of the trunk and located one of the taillights. She maneuvered herself around and kicked at it, hard. It punched loose of its housing and spun away into the street. She rolled forward and pressed her face against the hole she had made.

They were moving down a busy street, maybe heading south, she thought. She logged the information away. Then she shoved her hands through the small hole in the trunk and reached out of the trunk as far as she could, careful to keep her hands out of the view of the rear view mirrors.

The wind was cold on her hands as they moved. She tried to look through to the outside to see if anyone had seen her. He said no one would stop him. Would someone really mind their own business if they see someone in a trunk? She felt a shudder ripple through her shoulders. Have we been deluding ourselves? Have things really gotten that bad?

The car slowed down to take a corner and jostled her to the side. Heading…east now? It drove that direction for a few more minutes before taking a left. South again. The street sounded quieter. She pulled her hands into the trunk and peered out. There were fewer cars on the road now. She swallowed hard and reached out through the hole again.

The car slowed down to take another right and she felt the bump as it pulled into a driveway. She withdrew her hands again to look out. She watched an iron gate close behind them as the car pulled up the short driveway. They can afford a house with a gate and an actual driveway in this city. Maybe it isn’t just organized crime. Maybe we’re dealing with a crime family. The car rolled to a stop. The air froze in her lungs.

She felt the bounces as each person left the car. She rolled onto her back and positioned her legs near the lid of the trunk. When they opened it, she would be ready. She heard footsteps move around the car to stop in front of the trunk. She was coiled into herself, ready to kick.

The trunk opened and she was blind for a moment. She kicked desperately and felt her foot connect. She heard a grunt. Her mouth twisted into a satisfied smirk.

Then the world dissolved into jagged pain. Her body locked into an agonizing spasm. Her muscles were on fire. She could breathe for one second, two, three…

Then it was over. She slumped back into the trunk, chest heaving with gasps. They tased me. She burned with rage. She felt hands locking around her arms and pulling her from the trunk.

“Oh, sweetheart. So clever, getting your hands in front of you. And my taillight… Damn.” The man approached her as she sagged between the men holding her up. His eyes sparkled with a bizarre sort of interest that made her stomach lurch. “I am going to have so much fun with you.”

She spat in his face. He reeled back, scrubbing his face with his sleeve. He was laughing. “Take her downstairs. I’ll be right behind you.”

They dragged her up the front steps. The door was visible from the sidewalk. Someone could still see her, someone could try to help…

“No!” she screamed. “Someone help, please!” The door slammed shut behind her.

They dragged her across the foyer, tastefully decorated and sterile in its comfort. She was starting to get some control over her muscles as they reached a hallway with doors on each side. She weakly pulled away from them as they opened the door at the end and began to force her down the stairs.

She threw her weight into one of the men. He pitched to the side, clearly not expecting it. She drove her shoulder into the other man, momentarily pinning him against the wall in the stairway. She spun away from them and turned to dash up the stairs. A hand yanked her backwards by the hair and she tumbled down several steps before they caught her and continued to drag her down. They kept a much firmer hold on her as they went.

They reached the bottom of the staircase. She shuddered to see a shorter hall with a single door. It was reinforced and had a heavy metal bolt on it. She threw herself against the men holding her. One of them drove his fist into her stomach and she doubled over, vision momentarily going white. They dragged her into the room and threw her to the ground.

She coughed weakly, gagging against the nausea that rose in her. She raised her head to look around her the room and cried out weakly in horror.

Dozens of instruments of torture hung on the walls. Knives, whips, canes, restraints, so many things that Vera would never have imagined taking to a human being, and they were all hanging neatly from hooks like they were tools in someone’s garage. She shuddered, tears of terror blurring her vision. She shook so badly she could barely sit up. A hand tangled in her hair and forced her back down onto the ground. She sobbed as her face was held against the floor.

Those footsteps again. The man entered the room, hands clasped in front of him in excitement. “Thank you, gentlemen. One more thing and you can go.” He walked to the wall and took down two sets of simple handcuffs. “Get her up, please.” She was yanked up from the ground and forced to her knees. Tears rolled down her cheeks. “Hold her hands.” Strong hands locked around her wrists and forced her hands up, presenting them to the man. She pulled against the grasp, gasping out each sob. The man clicked the handcuffs around her wrists and looked around. He pointed. “Over here, please.” She was dragged a few feet further into the room. He locked one end of the other set of handcuffs around the chain linking her hands together and the other onto an anchor that had been bolted into the floor. Her shoulders shook as she sobbed in despair. “Thank you. You may go.” The two men walked to the door and left with an almost desperate haste. The man finally turned to Vera, chained to the floor and weeping bitterly.

“Please…” she whispered. “Please…don’t do this, I’m not a cop…please…”

A hand went to her face and stroked her cheek, wiping away the tears there. “Oh, sweetheart. You can deny it if you want to. I will get the truth out of you at some point. But that’s not my priority right now. No. All I want from you…” He gently cupped her chin in his hand. “…is for you to be good for me. Can you do that?”

Disgust curled in her stomach. “Good? What…what the fuck is wrong with you…”

His hand shot out and cracked across her face. She fell back, stunned. “First rule,” he murmured, drawing close to her again. “Never speak without permission.”

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[laketaj24]

Immured

Author’s Note: This is dark. Very dark. And therefore I find it necessary to give a disclaimer. There are triggers in the tags therefore it can be filtered out if you have filters. Warnings has listed triggers as well. I hope you continue to follow me and just ignore this series if you are not interested! Please let me know if you don’t want to be tagged in it via inbox and I will alter the list! 

This was the Can I  fuck the sad out of you Poll Fic. It will have another part out soon. Thanks! Taglist open, Requests Open. Happy Reading!

Warnings: Kidnapping, Sex Slave, implied Noncon, noncon, triggering situations. Language. SMUT. 

Pairings: Y/N x Ragnarssons, (this section mainly Hvitserk x Y/N) 

“I’m just going to get some food.” You griped to your sister. Yes it was midnight but it just so happened your favorite pizza shop didn’t close for another three hours. Cheese sticks and a large coke would go you in for the night.

“But it’s late Y/N.” You could heat Terrica roll her eyes over the phone. “Just order in.”

“Girl, Stop.” You laughed whipping your car into the parking lot. “I’ll text you when I’m home.”

The pizza place had no one in it. You could order sit for a minute and take your time. And that’s what you did ordering the four cheese pizza with a drink. You sit in the window watching the neon lights sparkle from the city outside.

“Beautiful night, you think?” The voice came from across the table.

You peered up meeting the green eyes and soft smile. Maybe you should have at least tried to look somewhat decent. You instantly regretted the two braids and baseball cap. “I think so.” You smirked.

“Why are you out so late?” He asked fiddling with the silver napkin dispenser in his hands. He pulled a stack of them from it and flipped through like cards. He was a handsome guy, but intrusive. Too much so.

“Uhm, food.” You answered standing as the white box came out of the back to the counter.

“562!”

“That’s me.” He said nothing watching you move from the table. “Night!” Alright. You should have listened to your sister. You take the pizza hopping in the car. Cute but weird as hell. It always seemed was who you attracted. You start the car singing At the top of your lungs, internally laughing at yourself until your tire starts to thud, over and over the gravel until you pull aside.

“This cannot be fucking happening!” You screech pounding your fist onto the steering wheel. “Fuck my life. I mean just fuck it.”

You climb out walking around to the rear end and it was undoubtedly a flat tire. And you knew nothing about changing them. Nothing at all. Okay you got this, just call AAA and it would work out. The headlights behind you startle you at first but not as much as the green eyed stranger that steps from the driver’s side with a friend.

“Hey! You having car trouble?”

“Stupid tire.” You say throwing your hands up.

“No worries we can put the spare on for you.” He smiled a genuine smile walking around to the back of his car. “One second let me get the jack.”

The dark haired friend looked you up and down, his slanted eyes worried you. So there was no way you wanted to stay in his presence.

“I can help you out!” You yelped walking around to the back of his car. “I didn’t catch your name.” You said hugging as you arrived at the back of the SUV.

“I didn’t give it.” His eyes met yours just as the the tacky tape slapped over your lips.

Your screamed but the muffled/muted sound went nowhere. The fuck! Your leg kicked the stranger in leg and jumped back nearing the road. You had to fight.

“You fucking bitch.” He growled.

“I told you she would fight.” The quiet one said.

And in one fluid motion he kicked the back of your leg lowering you to the ground and the neon lights of the city were gone, replaced by darkness as your lifted into the trunk.

“Give her one dose.” The sweet tasting inhalant hit you and in seconds you heard nothing.

“We have to put her in red. You didn’t even get to phase her properly.” Ragnar shook his head. “Do we know who she is? If people will come looking for her? Hvitserk did you think this through?”

“I’ve been watching her for weeks dad. She has a sister that’s all.”

“Is She a virgin? Experienced at all?”

“Virgin.” Ivar said.

“How in the hell would you know that?” Bjorn turns to his younger brother shaking his head. “Obnoxious fuck.”

“Bjorn, my dear brother, I’ll bet you five hundred.”

“It’s a bet. Asshole.” Bjorn says.

“Enough.” Ragnar paces the room shaking his head. “Hvitserk… she’s in room ten on the red floor. Fuck her.”

“That’s not my job, I’m the scout reds are Ivar.”

“That’s what I asked. You go down there fuck her and have Helga size her afterwards. Understood?”

“Understood.”

There were three levels in the Ragnarsson Compound. The first, the basement was called Red. Fresh slices, virgins or relentless women not willing to conform. Yellow was the next. Women who were learning, women who likely were gonna make it to green. Green were whores for high end clients and had more freedoms than the others.

You were red. A white room no window, a twins size bed, a toilet and a bottle of water.

The light flickered overhead and the door opened. There he was again, the green eyed monster. “You! Let me go!” You scream.

“I can’t do that.” He closes the door. “I don’t want to make this hard but you and I have to get acquainted quicker than I wanted.” He bites his lip as you back into the corner. “But before I fuck you, I think you should know my name… therefore you can scream it in pain or pleasure you decide.”

“Don’t do this.”

“If you make this hard… it’s going to be worse for you. They’ll send in Ivar, and ask any of the women here who they want and I swear to you it won’t be him. Just take off your clothes.”

“No.” The tears welled in your eyes.

“Don’t be sad.” He smiled. “Please, I can fuck the sad out of you. I can make it easy.” He took another step towards you closing in the space. “Would you like that? Can I fuck the sad out of you?”

Your eyes widened as he smiled more, tossing the shirt to the ground. “Oh gods.”

“Don’t be scared, I’m good at being gentle, but I do like a fight.”

Then he was going to get it. You back into the white wall with your fist clenched at your side and when he steps closer you swing on him. The strike to his face doesn’t yield him at all, it’s like a catalyst as he lunges towards you with a predatory glare in his eye.

“I said don’t make this hard.” Hvitserk’s heavy hand clamps around the back of your neck and he pushes you to the bed chest first and it’s in your instincts, scramble. “What is your name?” His weight covers you like a blanket and you’re captive. “Huh?”

“Y/N.” You’re voice shook.

They hadn’t given you many clothes. The white tank top barely kept you warm, no bra, just cotton underwear and a small blanket.

“Y/N.” His finger lifted up the side of your underwear allowing a small breeze to cool you. You were drenched and aching. This had never happened before. You didn’t want it to happen, did you. “If you’re still this could be fun for you, but if you make this hard… another will take you after me.”

“Okay.” You shake your head and he gives you a small smile. It doesn’t comfort you like you expected. It just scares the hell out of you.

The soft pads of his finger press on your swollen clit and you gasp. He ignores you pushing your thighs apart and starts to knead small circles that cause you to become wet for him. “Are you a virgin?” He whispers.

“No.” You didn’t think you were. That one time four years ago counted, you think.

Hvitserk pushes his finger into you, and your eyes widen at the intrusion. You wince and clamp your legs around his hand. Hvitserk doesn’t stop adding a second finger to the mix and then you moan. “See dove, this can be good.” He sounded as if he was trying to comfort himself rather than you. Hvitserk’s fingers curl and you grip the sheets oking them from the corners. Your body coiled with pleasure as he thrust his fingers in and out of you taking you to the threshold of pain and pleasure. And apparently your response had made him grow impatient. He stood stepping out of his pants and then grabbed your legs.

But this time you kicked in him harder and his body thudded against the wall and you run towards the door. Your fingers hit the cool metal and the knob turns. You’re out! You’re out. The long dark hall was lit with red lights, rooms on each side. No exit in site.

You head down the hall turning at the corner and then you hear the footsteps.

“Hvitserk! Are you done? Fuck we are starved!” It was the other one. Who in the hell was we? You lean flush against the wall. Where was the exit?

The light from under the door ahead of you was white. It had to be it.

“She got out.”

“What the fuck do you mean she got out!”

“Exactly what I said Ivar!”

“You are the only person I know who makes this shit hard. Cuff her to the bed, spread her pussy and fuck her. It has to be the easiest shit and you Mr. Heartfelt let her beat your ass.”

You closed your eyes. He was the nice one. Ivar or whoever sounded like a dick. You reach another room stepping in. The woman was counting out medicines and she heard the door shut.

“I told you it would be a minute Hvitserk.” The blonde turned. “You’re not Hvitserk.”

“Please help.”

“Honey, I’m not savior. Ivar!!!”

Your heart drops as you run out of the room and the tall figure is at the end of the hall.

“If you run, when he’s done I will show you a proper fuck.”

Fuck him. You bolted towards the door only to be hit with a stonewall chest, bigger than both the men. You looked up to the blue eyes and blonde hair. He looked nice but you knew he wasn’t.

“We have a runner. Ubbe will be pleased.” He chuckled lifting you as if you weighed nothing and heading back into the room. In seconds the manacles are around your hands and feet. “Can you keep her under control now?”

“Fuck off.” Hvitserk rolls his eyes.

“No hurry up. I’m getting impatient.”

“Are you ever not inpatient Ivar?”

The door closes and Hvitserk is back to you. “I thought things were going well.” He spoke to you. But next round I’ll make sure you are.” Hvitserk stands revealing his cock, it hung thick and hard and fucking long and your eyes widened. Oh shit.

He blankets you and his warmth is comforting until the head of his dick prods at your entrance, stretching you. “Are you sure you’re not a virgin?”

You can’t answer. The tape on your mouth surely wouldn’t let you. And then he thrust inside of you, a melodic grunt escapes and you arch from the bed. He felt intense, his movements precise. His hands gripped your waist and he fucked into you with a sweet pace that made you relish in the feeling and loath yourself for enjoying it. The sounds you make urge him further, every deep stroke he takes rattles something in you and you most in sweat.

“See.” He snapped on your hips and smiled. Fuck he was already getting you near the crest of an orgasm. Your pussy clenched around him and then again and your legs grew weak as the surge of pleasure exploded around you. “You love this shit don’t you.” He slammed into you a few more times until he pulled out dripping his cum down your thigh. “Lie there think about how running just fucks shit up and you can shower later.” The door closes and you shake.

This was not the pizza run your expected. Your eyes grow heavy in minutes and you sleep until the creak of the door wakes you.

“Showers.” Ivar said at the door. “And then I will show you a proper fuck.” 

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[sapphiresterreart]

Misery Loves Company: KaiShin Idea

KaiShin would’ve happen eventually in this idea, but I lost steam towards the end, so. Conan might seem a bit...OOC? But well, I was aiming for angst so, anyway. This is all I got.

Summary: An almost-kidnapping. A heartbreak. And a little bit of magic.

Misery Loves Company

There was something…odd about KID tonight. Maybe it was his posture: stiff and rigid unlike the usual fluid movements. Maybe it was his smile: a little too wide and a little too strained. Or maybe it was the fact he wouldn’t meet his gaze. Whatever it was, Conan hoped it wasn’t too serious. The lack of their usual friendly banter was unnerving. Still, he gave chase.

Conan burst onto the rooftop. “Kaitou–” he blinked. “…KID?”

There was no one there. Nothing but the wide open space of an empty rooftop under a full moons light. He strode to the edge. Nothing. No sign of KID ever being up there. Had he fallen for one of the thief’s tricks? He gazed at the cityscape below a beat longer before he turned.

A leather texture slapped over his mouth. Instinct ripped a scream from his throat and he flailed for his watch. KID didn’t wear leather gloves. There was no one else on the rooftop. So who the–

“Shut it, brat.” A deep but smooth voice snapped.

Relief flared. Not Gin. The other arm manhandled him until it was snaked around his stomach with his arms pinned to his sides. He wriggled, kicking anything within reach. He managed to score a few hits in what felt like someone’s chest before the man (it had to be a man, women didn’t have such large hands) shook him. He screamed harder. The hand on his mouth tightened to a painful degree.

“Behave.” The stranger growled. Amidst the loud rustling of fabric in his ears, his captor stood and twisted him till his face was smashed against the stranger’s chest. Now he was held in place by just one arm. Damnit. And his left wrist was still pinned.

The man walked. The movements were jarring. Weight shifting heavily on one side. So was the man injured? Limping? Or was it an old injury? The weight shifted. Definitely the left side. If he could get down, then he could smash a soccer-ball into the jerk’s leg. But what did the man even want? Was he after him? Or KID? Part of a larger group or just an average thug? Couldn’t be the organization, They wouldn’t attack so openly or let him live. So then…?

The wind whipped his hair. An engine revved. The sound of whirring blades neared. He swallowed. Helicopter? If this person had an accomplice driving the helicopter then the police wouldn’t have a chance to–Damn. Guess he think fast.

He lifted his leg, intending to grab the knob on his shoe and clock the guy in the stomach, when something whizzed by his ear. The man cursed, hold loosening, but didn’t drop him. Conan took the chance.  He cranked the knob, reared his foot, and snapped it forwards. The hold dropped and he tumbled backwards to the floor.

“Shit!” A dark patch colored the attacker’s shoulder.

The stranger reached for him but a card indented the concrete between the two. Conan scuttled backwards, straight into a waiting thief’s arms. Or at least I hope it’s– He craned his neck to see a familiar monocle and exhaled.

He leveled a glare at his savior. “Mind telling me why–”

“Later!” KID leapt to the side as a gunshot rang.

Oh. “Okay.”

KID sprinted for the edge. “Hang on.”

Quickly, he latched onto the arm around his waist. Small fingers curled into the white fabric. KID used his free limb to shoot at their attackers. A thrill shot up his spine as they free fell. From what little he could see, apparently whatever he shot involved pink gas or smoke. Maybe paint? No, probably sleeping gas. Hopefully Nakamori-keibu had noticed the sounds.

White erupted above them as the hang-glider opened. KID banked around the building. Catching an updraft, he soared back above the building and regained the helicopter’s attention if the roaring sound of blades whipping nearby was any indication. The phantom thief swerved left and right, purposely evading any aimed shots. Conan studied the skyscrapers below him.

He spotted an approaching building. “Hey!” He called over the rushing wind and jerked a finger. “Drop me off there!”

“And let them grab you again?” KID shouted back.

He scowled. “Just–!”

“Nah,” The thief tightened the hold and jerked as a wayward breeze sent them higher. “There’s no lakes nearby. Where will the helicopter crash?”

“Then at least the police station!”

“And let them grab me? No thanks.”

Conan groaned. Shoulda brought my parachute-backpack. The thief twisted, the hang-glider rolled upside-down, and he shot another card. A boom echoed behind them and he wiggled just enough to see white smoke before they toppled right side-up. With the haze behind them, KID jerked and they curved down and into a street. The choppers grew fainter and he sighed. Somehow, KID was able to lose them.

They continued to fly, weaving between streets, until a familiar building came into view. Mouri Agency. They alighted atop the roof and KID let him loose. Conan pivoted but the thief was already walking away.

“Hey!” He ran after. “Don’t ignore me! Why–”

“Sorry ‘bout that, Tantei-kun.” The airy dismissal only riled him up. “Do take care, hmm?”

“Whoa, you can’t just–”

“Do me a favor and return this to Nakamori-keibu, won’t you?” A glittering blue light soared towards him and he hastily stopped to catch it. “Bye!”

Little legs were too short to reach the jumping thief. Just as Conan reached the edge, KID was gone. He exhaled. “Damn thief…”

He ventured to the rooftop exit, huffing. Just who were those guys? Why did they grab him? Did they know who he was? No…they would’ve killed him right away, right? Or…He was at a KID heist, after all. Known as the KID Killer to boot. So then…then they had to be after that damn thief. Did they think they could use him against the phantom? The criminal did have that ‘no-one-gets-hurt’ rule. But then…?

His phone buzzed as he walked down the steps. He checked the device. Shinichi’s phone? From Ran? He fished his bow-tie out of his pockets and adjusted the dials.

He pivoted to head up the stairs. Best not be caught by accidental eavesdroppers. “Ah, Ran?”

“Shinichi?”

Wow her voice didn’t sound good. What happened?

“Yeah?”

Static crackled on the other end of the line. His childhood friend sucked in air and spoke in a rush, too quick to hear. He opened the door and stepped into the moonlight.

“What? Sorry, you spoke too fast.”

Ran repeated herself, slowly and shakily. His heart dropped into his chest. The door clicked shut behind him. Time seemed to stand still. It couldn’t be true.

“…what?”

It couldn’t be true.

“I’ve waited long enough.” His best-friend, his potential girlfriend, sobbed. “It’s time I moved on.”

“What? Ran, where is this–”

“Three years.” Her voice trembled. “It’s been three years since you vanished. Three years since I’ve spent more than one day with you. Three years since you’ve gone to school. Three years since… Three years since you were here.” She slowed, quieting. “I’ve put my life on hold for three years. Please…don’t ask me to wait anymore, Sh-Kudo-kun.”

And just like that his world fell apart. He dropped his eyes. Dropped to the ground. He curled into a ball against the door, studied his too small palm curling into a fist, and sighed.

“…I understand, Ra-Mouri-chan.” His own voice cracked. “You’ve waited long enough.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Me too.”

He hung up. This…wasn’t how he wanted the night to end. He flipped the phone closed and dragged a palm down his face, fighting the urge to cry. Three years. He held on for three years in hopes his old life was waiting for him. But now…?

What was waiting now?

Nothing but broken hearts.

He sighed and forced himself to stand. He needed time. But he didn’t have time. He ran out of that three years ago. He needed space. He needed to think. He needed…

He needed a friend.

“Damnit.” He kicked at the ground and spat. “You’re on your own, Kudo-kun. Always have been…”

He exhaled. Damnit. He didn’t have time for thoughts like this! He didn’t have– he halted. What didn’t he have? He didn’t… He didn’t have his life back.

Anger rushed through him. It wasn’t fair! And damn if he didn’t feel like a petulant child but– Three years! Three years! Three years of being in the wrong body. Of holding hands and fake smiles. Of leading adults to answers because he couldn’t say the truth without being believed. Of being picked up and hauled anywhere someone bigger than him pleased. Of–of–of…

Lies. Sorrow cooled the anger. ‘Conan’ was nothing more than a massive lie.

“One truth prevails, huh?” Conan laughed bitterly. “Only one truth…” It took him a moment to realize it, but his pants were damp. “Ah…”

His cheeks were thoroughly soaked. He needed to change. But to do so would mean facing Ran and–well, that wasn’t an option. Forcing himself to breathe, he stood. Alright. Fine. Maybe he didn’t have his life back. Maybe he’d never get his life back. But he could still be a detective. He could still… What else was there besides being a detective? Soccer?

His phone buzzed. He glanced at it, finding Ran calling Conan. Probably asking where he was. She wouldn’t find him tonight, though. Conan needed a break. For just a little while he needed to be…whoever the hell he was without a mask.

He opened the rooftop door and crept down the stairs. Quick glances confirmed no one was in the stair well and he hurried down the steps as quickly and as quietly as he could. He knew it was cruel not to tell anyone he was fine. He knew they cared. He knew they thought he was only a 10 year old child. He knew a lot of things. But what did he ever know, really? He was living a lie, after all.

He was at the bottom of the steps, almost home free, when a door opened. He turned just enough to see a tear-stained Ran spotting him and he was out. He flung himself along the sidewalk, running fast. She would no doubt follow. So he checked the street and crossed. He ran. A feminine yell followed his retreat but he ran until he couldn’t hear her footsteps. He ran until he found himself standing in front of familiar gates. Right now, Suburu was somewhere in there. Right now, he needed somewhere to hide. Somewhere no one could find him.

So he ran.

It wasn’t until his lungs burned and his legs ached and the streets had changed did he stop. He scanned the street-lit area. His phone buzzed. A rundown shopping center, empty of people. Perfect. Judging by the condition of the shops and the “remodeling” signs, no one had been around for awhile. So. His phone buzzed. He was alone. The buzzing continued.

Absently, he pulled out both phones and turned them off. Tucking them away, he set to clambering up the chicken-wire gates on one closed building. When he reached the top, he curled on the concrete and sighed.

It was late. He was tired. He’d probably get a cold from the night air. For just once, he didn’t want to think.

He closed his eyes.

It was a long night. He didn’t sleep until the sun rose and warmed the air. It was uncomfortable and his body ached but at least it was warm. Nightmares plagued him and he woke several times. Still, he tried to return to sleep. He’d rather face nightmares of his own mind than the one he was living. He kept his phones off. He just…needed a break.

It wasn’t until he realized that his glasses, Detective Badge, and phones had trackers in them did he remember he couldn’t get a break.

“Conan-kun!” The Shounen Tantei called, followed by Ran’s voice. “Conan-kun?”

He couldn’t stop a groan and rolled over. Let him be miserable in peace. Petulantly, he muttered to himself. “Go ‘way…”

They continued to call until Mitsuhiko raised his voice. “It says he’s here. Is he in one of these buildings?”

The group quieted and Haibara idly commented. “Or on?”

Damn you. He growled because nope. Not today. Not playing child today. Ran wouldn’t let him out her sight and then he’d have to pretend and fake and lie, lie, lie. He pushed himself upright and headed for the back of the building. He scaled down the walls as Ayumi exclaimed “he’s moving!” before he took off.

The group hurried into the same street. “Conan-kun!?!”

“Leave me alone!” He called back, putting on speed. “Go away!”

They gave chase. He checked the area and hurried to the nearest crowded area. He wove between legs, Ran hot on his heels, and dove for for the underground subway. He sprinted down the steps, skipping several, and hopped into the first train about to leave. His heart hammered.

“C’mon…” he chanted.

Ran appeared amongst the crowd.

“C’mon…”

The doors shut on her anguished face.

He averted his gaze and sighed. He climbed into an empty seat and let the train take him to wherever. Vaguely, he heard something about ‘Ekoda final stop’ but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Vibrations hummed in the air as the train glided along the tracks. Idly, he watched as the train emerged above ground and the scenery blurred past him.

He must have dozed because when he woke it was to bustle of a large crowd standing at once. He blinked, dazedly realizing the LED sign in the train interior stated ‘Ekoda’ and he followed the crowd out of the underground and back into open air.

He wandered the unfamiliar streets. Eventually he found himself following the sound of faint excited cheering. It brought him to the center of a local park. His curiosity piqued, he wandered along the path, letting it take him to a clearing where a crowd of children and adults alike sat on the grass before a stage. There, on the raised platform, was none other than–

Huh?

A Kudo Shinichi lookalike performed magic tricks on the stage. But the stranger couldn’t have been impersonating him. The hair was too wild, the grin too wide. So then, who…?

Regardless, the mystery pulled him forwards and he blended into the edge of the audience. He settled on the grass.

The stranger showered the audience with flower petals. The man plucked some from the air and chewed. Conan grinned as he grasped one of the petals, surprised to find it real. He looked back to find the man staggering as his stomach seemed to grow. How–?

“Uh oh…” the man groaned. “It seems I ate too many petals..”

Conan lurched forwards, worried, when the man sneezed and  doves erupted out of the man’s button down shirt. Conan laughed despite himself. Feathers swirled around them and the man yelled as if surprised.

“Where did–Hey! Come back here!” The doves cooed and spiraled through the air. They dipped and dived and flew together. It was beautiful. It was entrancing. It was mysterious. Just who was this guy?

The performer whipped off his silk tie and spun it around until it became a makeshift loop. “I’ll catch you!”

He flipped off his empty top hat. Then, one by one he looped the doves by their beck and feigned a massive struggle, as if the doves were strongly resisting the leash. When he brought them close, he scooped them up in the top hat, twisted it in his hold, and revealed an empty top hat. Conan’s eyes widened. Where did the dove–?

There was only one dove left but it was one the magician couldn’t catch. The dove cooed, as if laughing, as it dodged every attempt. The man wiped his brow, as if exhausted, when the bird flared its wings and drifted into the audience…right onto one small head.

Conan snorted on a laugh, watching the bird preen, and stayed still. The dove settled as if his hair were a nest. He looked to the magician only to find the stranger staring at him with an unreadable gaze. He shifted, uncomfortable under the scrutiny, before a wounded expression shadowed the man’s face.

“Tama-chan!” The man feigned offense. “Don’t you love me?”

The bird ducked her head into feathers.

“Ta-ma-chan!” The stranger whined and let his whole body droop. The audience laughed. He faked a sniffle. “Traitor, I say!” A wild smile lit the face as the man tossed out his arms. “But just you wait! My next trick will absolutely dazzle you.”

And fireworks zipped out from the man’s sleeves. The man continued the antics with an upbeat grin and silly jokes. Conan found himself lost in the magic, just letting himself enjoy the show without analyzing every move. (Not to say he didn’t analyze anything. But his brain needed a break. Just for a bit. Just for now. Let the magic be magical. Just for now)

The untamed energy was infectious. When it came time for the magician’s final bow, he actually found himself disappointed the show was over. Still, a welcome break was a welcome break. And the bird was still on his head.

After the most of the crowd cleared, he made his way towards the stage where a line of children waited. Many begged for an autograph and so he settled in line. Some of the children tried to touch the bird atop his head but he dodged the efforts with a reminder than “Tama-chan isn’t mine. You have to ask Magician-san if you can pet her.”

And so they clambered to the front but the magician herded them back into line. Once it was his turn, the man held out his hand but the bird didn’t move. Huh. Conan reached up and gently plucked the bird into his arms.

Just as he reached to return the bird, the magician commented. “Did you enjoy the show?”

“Oh!” He blinked as the dove pecked his grassy palm. Absently, he stroked the delicate head. “Yes! Thank you, Magician-san. It was…” incredible. “…I needed it.”

The look-alike to his older self studied his face for a beat before he patted his head. “Glad to hear it. Now, looks like your friends are here!”

He tilted his head and turned to look and– “Conan-kun!” Ran and the kiddos approached. “You had us worried sick!”

“Oh, sorry!” He lied through his teeth. “I just wanted to watch…” he turned to introduce the magician only to find him gone. “…the show.”

Ah, well. He had his break. He offered a smile, a genuine one this time. “Let’s head home, okay?”

[guardmesherlock-rowan]

Foiled Kidnapping - Agatha

Sometimes life is not fair. Sometimes life is a total asshole. Sometimes life decides that it doesn't matter if you're getting ready for bed on a cold winter night. It decides why not have your phone ring at 11 pm? It makes you think it'll be a quick consulting job. Not people trying to kidnap your ass at now 11:05 when it's freezing outside. 

Now you're in a tank top and silly valentine heart pajama pants, that your best friend gifted you, and tied by people you are NOT used to being tied up by. Sitting in the backseat of a car watching out the rear view window as the person, who you SHOULD NOT be used to being tied up by, chases the vehicle. Sadly, life decided this was a totally hilarious thing to do to Agatha one night.

"I can and will kick all your collective asses." Agatha growled at them. She fidgeted with the handcuffs, do break her thumb or not to? She had work in a few days like... she was supposed to be able to tumble out of a moving vehicle and go into a fight out of the gate. If she couldn't do it then... they'd find someone else or postpone the shoot. With James skulking around, nah. Not gonna miss the chance to help out Jane. To top it all off somehow they knew enough about her to tie up her legs too. The idea of beating people to a bloody pulp with her skull floated around a bit before she nixed it as too much of a headache.

"Miss Mad Hattie," the solemn looking asshat nodded at her, "we are in need of your services and... we're just worried that you might end up telling our competition our plan afterwards." Two guys on either side of her seemed to be taking his lead.

"Look douche, I'm a professional-ish person. Like I'd care?" Agatha held out the handcuffs, "off?"

Asshat douche shook his head, "I'm sure you'd care. Your boyfriend works for him."

"My boyfriend?" Her mind wandered over the possibilities, who the fuck?

"You know, 'M's art consultant? We're not blind Miss Mad Hattie."

Agatha leaned forward glaring at him, "Call me that one more time. Let's just see what happens."

"I understand you're upset, really, and I appreciate that, but we just cannot run the chance of consulting you and having it backfire."

"Oh so what's the plan? Hold me captive until your job is completed?"

She rolled her eyes at him before he chuckles, "no. We're thinking a little bit more long term. See, you are the best we've heard at... travel consulting. Thought we'd keep you around for a while until you've run out ideas or something didn't quite pan out the way you thought it would. Then we'd terminate the relationship."

"Right." He gave her the sleaziest smile, made her want to throw up. Agatha didn't have to solve riddles or find clues to understand exactly what he was saying. They didn't plan on letting her leave. 

Agatha relaxed, trying to get out now wasn't going to help too much. Between the person across from her and the handcuffs and rope around her ankles, she wasn't going to be getting anywhere fast, not unless he was distracted. "So, you know that guy isn't my boyfriend, right?" She smirked at him.

"That hardly matters anymore." 

"I'm curious, what exactly made ya think he was?" The man pulled out his cellphone.

"It wasn't that hard to figure out." He starts paging through his phone. Agatha starts to wiggle her feet trying to get out of the rope. As long as her feet were free she could control the fall just a little bit more and deal with the handcuffs later. "Dammit where is that picture?"

Picture?

She was more curious than she wanted to admit. What on earth was photographed to lead people to think she and Jack were together? Soft Jazz flowed from his phone, causing them both to jump.

"Hello?" He was hesitant to answer, but he seemed to relax and started nodding to whoever couldn't actually see him doing it. "Yes yes, got her right here. Smaller than I thought she'd be."

"Doom and mayhem, I promise you." Agatha shouted loud enough that she hoped she would be heard through the phone.

The guy shot her a glare and held it for a long time before shock and nervous laughter took over. "He just said, 'If Goldilocks doesn't mind her manners three bears are gonna come and take that little girl away.'"

Agatha tilted her head, "Who the fuck are you talking to anyway?" She eyed the phone, something felt off. 

"Just a guy back at the warehouse preparing your... stay." The guy gave her a dark greasy smirk. She leaned back and fidgeted with her feet again and watched as the roads went past. Round and round again.

"Didn't we already pass this street?" 

"We're just making sure we're not followed." The man shrugged. 

"That's stupid."

"Hey! We're the real professionals here! We know what we're doing."

A warehouse? And they were sure taking their sweet time getting there. Snow started to fall outside her window, at least when she jumped she'd have a little something to land in. "Almost there." The guy was looking out the window, they were getting close to a bridge, now or never. Agatha threw herself at the guy, head butting him in a quick moment. His nose spurted hot blood that splattered on her a little. She was sure she broke it, that guy wouldn't be seeing clearly for a bit. The others on the sides of her went to grapple, ending up pulling her pants down her hips just a little instead while she reached the door handle. 

It clicked and slide open but that moment was enough for them to get a hold of her again, the two now restraining her on their laps. A stream of cusswords coming from the guy across the way. "We should break her legs when we get there, she won't need them anymore anyway."

"Excuse me?!" Agatha shouted, struggling more against those holding her.

"Crossing the bridge." The driver called out, he actually sounded bored. She didn't know if she should panic they were crossing the bridge or insulted at his tone.

The man held his nose and leaned back trying to stop the blood from further running down and staining his shirt. 

"Sir?" The driver slowed down, sadly Agatha couldn't see anymore what was going on from her prone position. Douche turned around and looked out the window and gasped horrified. The car came to a stop. She felt the loosened rope slip a little 

"What is going on?!" He pulled out his phone and started dialing. 

"I'd like to repeat your question." Agatha pushed off the rope while the guy struggled to retighten it. Quickly she kicked him in the face as there was a tapping on the window down by her feet. Struggling to look up she saw Sebastian, tapping on the glass with the butt of a gun. 

"Go!" Douche called out to his driver who already had his hands raised as someone else was standing next to their door.

"Unlock it." the muffled voice at the driver's side shouted. With a damning click the car door opened as Sebastian bid it. He pulled the door out of the way before reaching in, offering Agatha a hand.

She sat up awkwardly. This wasn't exactly a rescue mission she'd expect. Quickly she glanced towards the warehouse, the burning, flaming warehouse. "The fuck dude?"

Sebastian helped her climb out of the car and started to pick the lock to her handcuffs. "You could've gotten out of these easily. Never be without a lock pick set."

"Wise words to live by, I'll make sure never to leave the house without them, even in my pajamas." Her teeth chattered as the wind cut through her clothes and the snow beneath her feet sent burning pain up her legs.

Sebastian rose a phone to his lips, he was on speaker, "Got her." 

"Near the entrance?" Jack's voice, her eyes widened staring at it. Really? 

Sebastian leaned forward looking into the car. "Yes, shall I send the rest of them forward?"

There was a long silence. "Walk them up here, James wants to have a word with all involved."

Agatha swayed on her feet, "I'm sure he already knows, but apparently they were consulting me for something that was against 'M'." Her voice was shaking from the cold that seeped deeper into her skin.

"Oh?" There was a soft voice in the background, James.

"I thought you said you were a professional." Asshat Douche hissed at her from the car.

"Oh and kidnapping me means you get to keep client confidentiality?!" Agatha cackled through her teeth chattering.

"Out." Sebastian waved his gun after hanging up with James and Jack. The attendants in the car followed his direction, holding their hands up. They shut the car door behind them and as they walked away Agatha started to follow. "No. You stay here." Sebastian held up a hand to stop her.

"You're kidding." Sebastian raised a gun at her.

"Fine, whatever." Agatha sat on the hood of the car, it was still warm under her as she pulled her feet up. The car beeped locked under her as they all continued to walk away. If she ever met the driver again she would have personal beef with him. She sat there curled up watching the flames rise from the building. Where the hell was the fire department? 'M' is for money she supposed. 

She hoped that they would hurry up and give her a ride home. It was freaking late.

A silhouette in red started rushing from the warehouse, passing Sebastian and company. Jack. Agatha groaned, here comes the yelling. The threats, the 'if you wanted to disappear I could help you out ya know?' Or something else along those lines. She watched with passive eyes, why was he rushing so fast? The cold nipped and made her skin sting, and the car was cooling down quickly. 

"Agatha!" Jack called out, he huffed and puffed stream of white smoke into the frozing night air. 

"Jack." Agatha nodded a greeting.

"Why the fuck are you so calm right now?" He shouted as he reached her.

"Well I'm safe. I am hoping I get to hurt another one of those guys. But all in all Jack, I'm just tired. This was been a weird night. I've never had a client try and kidnap me before."

"Really." He stared at her, his mouth pulled into a disgusted frown, "after everything, that's what you have to say?!"

"Thank you?" Agatha tilted her head, what did he want from her? 

"You are an idiot. When a client comes to you in the middle of the night you make sure your field is controlled by yourself. You don't go out to where they have a car and more power and more ability to do stuff than you!"

"Oh yes, sorry, my TOTAL fucking bad. How could I have forgotten criminal politics oh so easily! Dude I've been at this a while and this is the first time anyone has done something like this."

Jack leaned onto the hood of the car, practically snarling, "This is the first time I know of where you really had a name for yourself and were going to set up meetings vs people coming and hanging out with you in some little mamby pamby bakery!"

"Hey! That bakery was like a home!" Agatha poked his chest and immediately recoiled back into the little ball of warmth she was trying to create.

"Dammit Agatha, don't you get it. I-We... all- could've lost you." His hands balled into fists on the car next to her. 

She sighed looked at him, "yeah I get it. I'm sorry, it was a stupid mistake. I'll try to remember to keep my guard up around everyone."

"Especially-"

"Especially you." Agatha sighed looking over his shoulder at the flaming building.

"No." She glanced back at him. "Especially around anyone who might take you away from me." Jack reached up and gently placed his warm hand on her neck, she leaned into it. She didn't want to but it was so warm. "I should wring your neck here and be done with it." Agatha chuckled even as his hand squeezed the side of her neck lightly.

She looked up into his frowning face, his red eyes looked hard and tired. "I would run, really I would, it's just too freaking cold right now." The look softened, still there wasn't his usual glint. 

"Come here." He stepped back, she found herself pouting at the heat that moved away. Hesitantly she stepped down off the hood and approached him. "Stand on my feet and face that way." She sighed in resignation and did as she was told. He pulled his jacket forward, "hold these." She did, leaning backwards, feeling his warmth enveloping her, breathing in his warm smell. She wiggled back into him. "Nice pajamas by the way." He rested his chin on top of her head, watching the warehouse burning.

"Thanks." The tension she didn't know was building in her shoulders relaxed. She could give herself this a little bit.

"So I think we have a problem Agatha," Jack tilted his head so his lips brushed against her hair as he spoke.

"Hm?" the heat was leading her into a sleepy haze.

"I think you're becoming my weakness." His voice was a hushed whisper.

Agatha shook her head at him, pulling the jacket tighter and him closer, "shut up."

Old story I wrote - and the picture I commissioned for it 

[babystevie]

Crossing Paths

Chapter 4: Hawkins

Find on AO3: Here

Steve and Robin were in Hawkins.

Not by choice

He’d been on his way back to the shop, after dropping off Billy. Driving his car down the street, when he saw someone in his rear-view mirror following him.

He did the only thing he knew how to do, he stepped on the gas.

He caused so many accidents in Miami that Sunday night, just trying to get away from them, but every time he looked behind him, there was another SUV. He smashed them into walls, made them hit other cars, flipped them into sidewalks, but they just kept coming.

Turns out that running from the people who wanted his silence wasn’t the best plan.

They pummeled his car, not the supra, thank god but it was Dustin’s beautiful Nissan 350z that met its fate when the SUV ran face first into the passenger side of the car, halting Steve’s speed and flipping him down the road.

They’d left the car there.

After they dragged him out of it, of course.

He was bloodied and was sure of a concussion that happened when his head smashed into the steering wheel. Glass was beaten into his clothes, and a shard stuck out of his face, where it embedded itself as the car flipped

Over

And Over

Before finally landing face down in the middle of the street.

And

They dragged him out of the car, his leg throbbing every single time it was caught on the pavement, but the unknown men paid him no mind as they hauled his half unconscious ass to another SUV patiently waiting for them on the side of the road.

They lifted him inside and he made blurry eye contact with Robin, who was tied to the back seat. Properly kidnapped and sporting a black eye that Steve was sure to match in the next few hours.

God

He hoped Billy was okay.

And

Neither of them spoke a word the entire trip, even as they were hauled onto a fuckin’ plane and strapped tight to those seats. Barely even looked at one another as blood dripped down Steve’s face and damped his clothes from the glass, little pin pricks coming together on his skin that looked like he was bleedin’ out,

He couldn’t fuckin’ look down at himself without having a panic attack on a fuckin’ plane, where they were kidnapped and taken, they’d gotten away from this shit, and Steve knew, he knew where they were going and he was scared, so scared to go to the shithole they used to call a home.

But

They didn’t have a choice but to follow.

And

Steve hates that Robin, got pulled into this shit with him, from that night where they both got fucking drugged, and Steve got the shit beat outta him, and they almost lost Heather to that fuckin’ monster, and no one noticed what was wrong with her, and Steve and Robin were both to high on the drugs in their system to do anything but watch as that thing tried to rip her apart.

As Robin cried over the body of someone who was bleedin’ everywhere on those marble floors that Hawkins’ mall had no right havin’.

And Robin’s eyes are no where around where Steve’s seein’. Their just staring into nothing, and god he hopes that they make it outta here alive, because they both got scars on their bodies from fightin’ the same fights, and going through hell for each other, and no one could replace Robin Buckley.

And after that they fought monsters together, after they thought it was all over, but that was just the worst joke someone coulda told them, cause it was no where near over and the demodogs and demogorgons came back with a frenzy, and they call just hadda get out of there, and then one got Dustin’s mom and they needed to leave,

And they did, they got outta that hell of their hometown, and these fuckers were takin them right back into the mouth, and they had to follow, there was no choice.

And Dustin, and Jonathan weren’t going to know where they went. Just fuckin’ disappeared, and Billy, fuck Billy, was gonna be so pissed off, because Steve, he told him that he’d see him Monday, and he’d bet on his life, that it wasn’t gonna happen.

Not now

Not now that they were both hanging from the ceiling with chains wrapped around their arms, waiting to be moved into the lab,

And Steve knew that it wasn’t fucking Sunday anymore.

By the way the lights shown through the little windows, and the clinking of the metal keeping him in place as he wriggled his wrists from where they were aching, and he didn’t need a messed up arm to match his fucked up leg, and he looked over to Robin, where he arm was angled wrong, and he knew that there had to be something wrong with it, and he hoped that it wasn’t broken, because there was no way they’d do anything to set her arm right now, and Steve just wanted to go home and tell Billy he was okay, and wanted to see Robin smile as she hugged Heather.

He was so tired of this shit.

They’d been outta here for almost four fuckin’ years. Silence and being left alone for three years. Pretending that they were just college students that just had some fun on the weekends. Both of them were seniors now, gettin’ their degrees and becoming people that Dustin, Lucas, and Max could be proud of. Doing it for Jane and Will who couldn’t come home because they lived somewhere hidden with Joyce and Hopper. Even doin’ it for Nancy and Mike who fucked off to who knows where. Steve only talks to Nancy now about revision over emails. And Mike, he’s somewhere in New York with Nancy.

In their own way, everyone got the hell outta Hawkins.

But Steve and Robin were chained here again, by the same people who told them to leave and no ones told them anything.

Their phones on the table were going crazy with notifications., as they helplessly looked at each caller I.D appear and disappear from the screens.

Dustin

Jonathan

Lucas

Max

Heather

Billy

And after the sun went down, the door opened.

“I don’t understand why no one wants to come quietly anymore.” Dr. Brenner sneers, “Why’s everything need to be a chase with the both of you?”

Steve laughs, “Didn’t even know you were alive.”

The man shrugs, “We’ve all got our tricks Stevie.”

He feels his face lose all color; how does he know that?

“Now, you’re going to tell me where 11 is, and we’ll let you go.”

Robin spit on his face, “We haven’t seen any of them since we left this shithole and you know that.”

Brenner wiped his face and smiled, a crooked thing that made Steve’s nerves jittery, “Then you’re just going to have to find them wont you, if not, I’ll just pay your new friends a little visit. Billy Hargrove, such a special boy. And Heather Holloway the girl who lived because Dr. Owens saved her life, such a nice thing to do.”

He reached forward and grabbed the piece of glass sticking out of Steve’s face and ripped it from the skin, causing Steve to let out a whimper from the pain.

“Wouldn’t want that to get infected.” He smirks, when the blood starts dripping from his face and tears gather in his eyes.

“I’ll come back in the morning to see if you have anything else to say.” He moved backwards before turning around and walking out, his voice drifting though. “Sleep well.”

Steve’s phone rang in the silence of the building while he tried to unhook the clasps around his wrists with the bobby pin from his hair, as he listened to Billy’s ringtone ping his phone again.

As the door slammed shut Steve dropped to the floor and punched the first man in the face, ignoring the throbbing in his wrist, before shoving the second man into Robin, where she tightened her legs around his neck and squeezed until he dropped to the floor, unconscious.

Steve grabbed another bobby pin from his hair and unhooked Robin from her place hanging from the ceiling. She hissed when Steve touched her arm,

“We’ve gotta get that checked out.”

She gave him a stern look, “We’ve gotta get the fuck outta here.”

He pursed his lips, “We’ve gotta go to the hospital, tell them we wrecked our car, then fucking get the car from my parents’ house, and then we can get the fuck outta here, preferably before I start freaking the fuck out.”

With some rare little argument from Robin, they did.

Her shoulder was dislocated, and her wrist was broken, so they put a cast on her arm and placed a sling around her shoulder. They gave her an antibiotic for the bruising before Dr. Owens came in and shooed everyone out when it was Steve’s turn.

“That needs stitches.” He commented and gestured to his face.

“Ha, yeah I know.”

As Dr. Owens started stitching his face the adrenaline from the past three days started catching up with him.

He felt exhausted.

His fingers were tapping rapidly against his thigh, carefully avoiding moving to fast from Dr. Owens to let him finish stitching him up, with each pierce to his skin and the chord going through to pull his skin back together, to pull himself back together from this shitshow that they only got themselves out of because adrenaline kicked in, and his fight or flight response told him to get the fuck outta there.

And

It’s gone now and he wants to sleep, and dream of nothing and drive his car and go the fuck home. And make sure everyone is okay, and that Billy doesn’t find out about this.

Jesus Christ

Dr. Owens pats his good leg softly and he stands up with a wince and a sharp pain in the other leg but ignores it for getting the fuck out of this town and never come back, but Steve knows that thoughts like that are bullshit, because they’re looking for Jane and Will and Hopper and Joyce so they’re going to have to make sure that no one find them,

Or they’re going to have to end them.

Steve would die to make sure they were all safe. He’s just going to make damn sure he doesn’t have too, that no one has too. He just wants it all to end, so he turns to Robin,

“Let’s go home.”

[glitterrhowell]

Chapter 30

Title: Seized

Co-author: fadingcrystalvoid

Pairing:  Daniel Howell & AmazingPhil (Phan

Word count: 2k

Warning/Genre: Rape/extreme violence/ depression/PTSD/Degradation/torture/ Non-consensual pretty much everything/Little!Dan/Daddy!Phil/Kidnapping

Summary: It started out as a fun day at the park but it ended in terror. Phil takes his little Dan to the park and while Phil is not looking, Dan suddenly gets kidnapped. What will happen to Dan? Will Phil ever see his boyfriend again? Did Phil have something to do with it? Heavy trigger warning

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Ever since Dan had returned to his adult mindset and then regressed back, things had, for the most part, returned to normal. Dan spoke to Lela, Eric, and Kate but it was always in a quiet, afraid voice. Lela was used to the emotional rollercoaster that was Dan when he was regressed but now he seemed rather stoic.

There had only been one incident since his slip, which was nearly a week ago now. He’d been in the canteen, eating dinner with Kate and Eric. Kate was wolfing down her food, clearly hungry, while Eric picked at - but still ate - his meal. Dan had been having the meals served in the children’s wing, enjoying the dinosaur chicken nuggets more than the regular ones.

One of the kitchen staff had accidentally left some food in the oven a little too long, causing the smoke alarms to go off. Being the hospital that they were, sprinklers were everywhere, meaning as soon as the alarms went off, every patient was being sprayed with water.

At first, there had been no reaction, just everyone looking to the nurses to help them go where they needed to go. Though once about half the people had left the room and the other half were thoroughly drenched, Dan’s screams kicked in. He was laying on the ground, twitching and shuddering and screaming the most terrible screams Lela had ever heard.

Everyone was panicked from the fire and the screams, causing all-out chaos in the psychiatric ward. One of the younger adults had ran into the kitchen, the fire triggering him to relapse and need to feel the burn. Another, more older lady, collapsed and was wheeled to the emergency ward, where it was discovered she’d suffered cardiac arrest as a result of a panic attack, her aged heart not being able to pump blood fast enough.

Eric and Kate had handled the situation pretty well, considering the kitchen was on fire and their friend was screaming on the ground looking like he was having a seizure. Lela and the other doctors were all in the room, watching for their patients to make sure they made it out safely and didn’t have any relapses.

Lela was only concerned with Dan, even though she did have other patients who lived in the hospital. The other two in-patients she worked with were both well on their way to recovery and Lela had no doubt they’d be able to handle the situation properly. Dan, on the other hand, couldn’t.

She ran up to him, slamming her knees into the tiled floor as she climbed onto the floor.

“Dan? Dan can you hear me?” she tried, getting absolutely no response. “Dan! I need you to wake up now, you’ll feel really light and on the count of three, you’ll be fully awake. Okay? One, two, three.”

Dan lay still, the shaking stopping. He didn’t open his eyes though and a minute after he’d stilled, the convulsing picked up worse than it was before. Between the screams, Dan was begging for it to stop. Lela had no idea what to do, the bring him from hypnosis hadn’t worked, not that Dan was under at the moment. She signaled a nurse over, knowing there was no other option but to sedate him. She felt she did this a lot, and she really did, but sometimes there was no other option. Like now, if she left Dan to himself, who knew what kind of damage - physical or mental - it could cause. No, sedating Dan, while seeming horrible, was best for him.

~~~~~~~~

Louise packed her small handbag and climbed into the car, turning the ignition as she adjusted the rear-view mirror. She was heading towards HM Wandsworth Penitentiary, the prison where Phil was being kept. It had been two weeks since the end of the trial and Phil’s parents had visited him in the first week. They had said she could visit along with another friend the next week, knowing Phil would want to see his friends again. Pj was meeting her there, each living on opposite sides of the prison.

“Hi love,” she said, pulling Pj into a hug.

“Hey Lou,” Pj replied. They turned towards the prison, sparing a glance with each other before they began walking towards the big sign that read ‘visitation’. “How do you think he’s going?”

“I honestly don’t know,” Louise replied. “I’d like to say he’s perfectly fine but you and I both know Phil is too soft for prison. I’m worried he will have become a punching bag by this point.”

“Don’t think like that,” Pj scolded, holding the door open for Louise to enter the cool building.

“Who are you here to see?” a guard asked, holding his hand out before they could walk through to the area where Phil would be waiting.

“Phil, Philip Lester,” Pj answered, his friend’s full name sounding strange on his tongue.

“Ah, Lester. He’s in there,” the man said, stepping aside and gesturing to the room behind him.

“Lou!” a voice shouted, causing her to look towards the sound, seeing a fully grown man, with tears in his eyes, running towards her. “Peej! God am I glad to see you.” After hugging them both tight, he led them to the table he’d been allocated and took a seat.

“I thought you might have not come,” Phil said, looking down. “I didn’t hurt Dan, I swear. I never wanted any of-”

“Phil,” he was cut of by Louise, her hand going to rest atop his. “We know you’re innocent. You don’t need to explain yourself to us. We know you love Dan, don’t worry, love,” she said, giving him a hopefully comforting smile.

“How is he?” Phil asked. He felt like he was saying that a lot, but it couldn’t be anywhere near as much as he was thinking it.

“Let’s not talk about him, Phil. How are you holding up?” Pj suddenly said, sending a wary glance in Louise’s view.

Phil furrowed his brows. He didn’t like how his friends were just brushing off his question. Had something happened? At least when his parents had told him he was good he’d got an answer. He’d known it was a lie but at least they’d tried.

“Please, I need to know how he is,” Phil tried, desperate to know how his boyfriend was.

Pj sighed. “He’s scared, Phil. He’s so scared and the doctors don’t know what to do anymore. Recently he started screaming when water came near him and it’s not like that’s something he can avoid forever, he needs to drink it for fuck’s sake.” Louise put her hand on his shoulder, calming him. “I know you weren’t there and didn’t have anything to do with it, but do you have any ideas why Dan would be scared of water?”

-

“Ready for some fun?” Sir asked, grinning as he brandished a taser and the familiar blade Phil had been using on Dan’s skin for the past couple of days.

“Please just let us go,” Phil tried, knowing it was pointless. It was basically routine at this point. Beg Sir to let them go, eat whatever drugged food Phil was being made to have that day, then carve the words into Dan and wait for him to pass out from blood loss. It always ended then, Sir didn’t seem to see the point in carving the words if Dan wasn’t conscious for the pain.

Today was different from those days though; a taser had never been involved before and Phil felt sick just thinking about what could happen with it.

They went through the unfortunately usual routine. Phil ate, slowly lost control of his limbs, and then was dragged over to Dan’s limp body.

“Hi love, you’re a good boy, remember that for me, can you?” Dan sobbed and shook, nodding despite himself.

The new word began to form itself into Dan’s perfect light brown skin. The ‘o’s hurt the most. After the words ‘good fuck’ were finished being carved, Sir moved Phil’s hand back over the circles. He placed the blade in Phil’s hand at the top and slowly started cutting down as if he were cutting some meat for dinner. The bright red of the muscle under Dan’s skin was clearly sore, blood dripping from it as his stomach convulsed, the muscle abused and unused to the torture.

“I’ll help with this part,” Sir laughed, picking up two squares from the bed and putting them over the two open bits of skin. At first, Phil was confused, thinking they were bandaids, until he realised he was very, very wrong. Little wires hooked up to the pads, making Dan look similar to how he had when he’d first arrived at the hospital after being rescued.

“Here you go,” Sir said, dropping a device into Phil’s lap and causing the cords to tug on Dan’s tender stomach.

“Now Danny, I want you to beg. Remember how much you enjoyed this last time, princess? It’ll be even better this time, I promise.” The words ‘last time’ rung in Phil’s ears as Dan instantly began mumbling pleas. Phil didn’t think he was really aware of what he was begging for, just wanting to please Sir to maybe lessen the pain.

“Well, Phil? Who are you to deny Danny what he wants?” Phil glowered as Sir leant over him, pressing his thumb to the dial to turn it up to its second highest setting. When Phil didn’t move his thumb, which he was slowly gaining control of again, Sir verbally growled. He pressed the dial up to the highest setting and pressed Phil’s thumb into the button. Dan’s screams rung so loud Phil was surprised that no neighbors came to check on them. The screaming didn’t stop for a minute, even after the stimulus stopped. “Suck a fucking wimp,” Sir chuckled, picking up the blade again to quickly carve ‘wimp’ into his skin.

-

“Electrocution,” Phil said suddenly. Pj and Louise exchanged looks, ones that said ‘are we sure he’s innocent if he answered so quickly and confidently?’ “It happened at our flat. There wasn’t any water but I’d bet they’d done it at the cabin with water,” he explained, sad his friends actually thought he could be guilty.

They nodded, promising to share the information with Lela. Pj asked again how Phil was and he answered with his usual response - “I’m as good as I can be” - and they spoke for maybe half an hour longer before Louise had to get going to pick up Darcy from school. Pj said he’d better get going at the same time and Phil couldn’t help but think it was because he didn’t want to be in Phil’s presence any longer. He knew it was mad, and that they were his friends, but his mind didn’t like to listen to reason so it thought what it wanted.

Phil hugged them goodbye before heading back to his cell. Boston was getting out at the end of the week, having cleared his parole and been given early release with a good behaviour bond. Phil was sad to see him go, the man being the only “friend” he had in the prison. He wasn’t rude, kind enough to give him some advice when Phil clearly had no idea how to act in prison. He watched as Boston was lead from the cell, no cuffs on his wrists but two guards following him.

It wasn’t until three days after Boston left that Phil realised exactly what that meant. He now had a private cell, it was only a matter of time until he got a new roommate.

“Hey, Lester. Long time, no see,” a voice chided, causing Phil to look up into the eyes of the one and only Roger Kide.

[bowansparrow]

#11 Hunting

The hunting was illegal even though the trade wasn’t. Whitefire didn’t think that this human cared.

A bridle had been wound around Whitefire’s head while he slept, an ugly contraption of straps and metal that he could feel pulsing with magic opposite to his own. When he had awoken, panicked and frightened at the foreign sensation, he found he could hardly move his legs.

A human was standing above him, a man cloaked in… something magic that prevented Whitefire from sensing him, though Whitefire could tell the man had no magic himself. He wore a bulky coat, lined in dark fur, to protect himself from the cold.

How had he found his cave? It was high in the mountains, hidden by the harsh elements that camouflage his fur and scales offered him in this environment. If it weren’t for his flames, Whitefire wouldn’t be able to withstand it. The man would have had to have another charm somewhere on his person.

More startling was the fact that when Whitefire tried to raise the temperature of his flames, make them dance and incinerate the human who had trespassed on his territory, nothing happened. The flames that licked at his scales did nothing more than flicker when he tried to push them out, then died when he became too exhausted to continue.

The human knelt down next to him and ran a hand through the long fur on his leg. Whitefire shuddered in repulsion, hissing with as much ferocity as he could manage through the bridle.

Something clicked on his fetlock, piercing into the skin underneath his fur and he felt the power of his flames lock away, hidden behind a door he couldn’t reach. “Shh,” the human murmured, his voice too soothing to match the distorted smile on his face. “You weren’t supposed to wake up till we got home.”

Whitefire felt himself failing even as he attempted to convince himself to rise. His eyes were closing, and he felt the man’s hands near his face, touching the bridle. Energy coursed through it and forced him into his humanoid form. The bridle had shifted too, shaping to adhere to his human features yet still accommodated his horn. His limbs were freezing, the old and battered tunic he wore doing nothing to shield him from the cold. If his flames were working, it wouldn’t be a problem.

His hands were drawn together though he hardly felt it as energy spiked through the bridle, stabbing at his blood. The man said, voice laced with unmistakable contempt and pride, “Stupid creatures.”

Then the energy spiked again and Whitefire was greeted to darkness.

***

When he awoke again, he was still in his human form and the air felt warmer on his bare arms and legs. Thick trunked trees filled his vision as his eyes opened, and he even heard birds singing as the branches creaked together in the wind. He coughed as grass poked at his face, still trapped by the horrifying bridle-like device, but his arms were pulled behind him, secured by… something magic, that Whitefire couldn’t break out of.

The man was sitting next to him, behind where Whitefire could see though he could sense him as much as he hadn’t been able to in his own cave. Whitefire jerked away from him, hissing as he fought to turn on his back. He was still exhausted, despite how long he had to have been asleep. Forests this shade of green were no where near his mountains. His limbs didn’t want to obey him.

“Release me, foul human,” Whitefire ordered.

Back in the olden days, humans would have listened to him, revered him like a god. But this one only laughed, a harsh and grating sound that Whitefire felt in his blood.

“Release me!” he shrieked, jerking violently yet pinned in place by whatever subduing magic was coursing through him. “You have no right! This is—”

A hand found its way into his hair, tangling in the white strands roughly. “You’re much more talkative than my dear Dahlly is. Stronger too. He stayed asleep the whole way home.”

“This is illegal, what you’re doing—”

“Hunting a beast like you isn’t kidnapping, it’s wrangling.” The hand was still in his hair and he wanted to rub his face against the grass in order to get it off. The man’s voice seemed to be hovering right above his ear. “Oh, you couldn’t imagine my surprise when I found there might be another of you… I hope you behave better than my other, I’d hate to have to scar that pretty face of yours.”

“Vile, disgusting—”

His head snapped back as the grip on his hair tightened, pulling it sharply. “Now now, watch your tongue, beast. It’ll be much better if you just cooperate.” The man shifted. “We’ll be home soon enough. Why don’t you go back to sleep?”

“No, no, let me—” Whitefire kicked, managing to move one leg through the dirt as he felt energy in the bridle start to spike again. He hadn’t noticed he was crying.

The hand was no longer tangled in his hair, but instead stroking softly through it, brushing through the white waves almost gently. “We’ll be home soon,” the man repeated, then once more Whitefire was lost.

***

The bridle had been taken off. Whitefire felt his energy coursing through his blood. He didn’t feel pinned to the ground anymore.

He thrust himself up to his feet, shifting into his kirin form and lunging forwards without taking in his surroundings. He wasn’t in the mountains, so he had to get away. He had to run, get away from the monster who had taken him.

Whitefire’s path halted abruptly, his hooves dragging back underneath him as he nearly collapsed to the floor again. He let out a hiss, shaking his head and looking down.

Chains had been attached to the fetlocks that hadn’t been secured on the journey to wherever he was. The bracelet the man had put on him before still remained on his front right leg, shooting pain up with every movement. The other three weren’t as bad, just the heavy weight of metal resting on his limbs.

He stomped his hoof against the chains that attached to the rough stone floor, striking in attempt to break one of them, but they held fast.

His head shot up, alarmed. Whitefire was being watched.

Whitefire turned, ears going back to face the threat, and was surprised at the sight of bright red eyes staring at him. A prominent scar was cut along the right side of the kirin’s face, branching over his eye though the eye itself appeared undamaged.

Another kirin stood in the cage next to his, separated only by metal bars. He wasn’t too much smaller than Whitefire himself, although he was definitely younger. If not for his size, Whitefire would have thought the kirin a youngling from the fur that covered him, not a single scale in sight. Even stranger though, his fur was as white as Whitefire’s own. If he had scales, Whitefire had no doubt they would be the same lack of color.

The kirin was attached to the wall by a collar on his neck, similar in style to the bracelet Whitefire had on his wrist.

Whitefire began to step towards the kirin when the door to the room opened. The kirin tensed, sharp teeth revealed into a snarl as his tail lashed out behind him. It looked like his fur was sparking with flame.

The man came through the room and Whitefire struck the ground with his hoof, flames building within him even though they only flickered just a bit out of his scales. In the light and not held captive by the strange magic of the bridle, the man actually appeared quite handsome, although the expression in his eyes wiped any of the thought away.

“Look at you,” he said, stepping closer to Whitefire’s cage. “Already up and standing. I expected you out for a few more days at least.”

The kirin in the other cage threw his shoulder into the bars, the noise reverberating around the room. The man waited for the sound to stop before his cold eyes slid to the other kirin, a scowl on his face. “Now Dahlly,” he said, watching the kirin release a guttural hiss, “haven’t we talked about your bad manners? And in front of your new roommate, that’s not a very good first impression. Am I going to have to discipline you again?” He ran a hand over the bars and the other kirin hissed again, despite how his ears flicked back and the end of his tail wrapped around one of his back legs.

“Who are you?” Whitefire spat, kicking his hoof against the lock of the chains.

The man turned again and smiled. “Your keeper, of course.” He drew closer to the cage, unlocking it and stepping inside. The other kirin tossed his head in alarm. Whitefire reared back, movements limited by the chains even as the man stepped closer. “I don’t need to start out mean if you don’t want me to. Show me what a good creature you are and there won’t be need for discipline.”

Whitefire’s blood ran cold despite the fire in his veins.

“Now tell me, are you still called Whitefire as the legend in the mountains said you were? The white kirin of the peak, oh how they tried to bury that myth.” His smile grew wider. “Didn’t escape me, of course. Where might the others be, though?”

He had stepped close to Whitefire, reaching a hand out towards his face. Whitefire hissed and arced his head back, driving his horn forwards towards the human’s chest, but the man sidestepped swiftly enough it didn’t hit its mark. A bone crunched as his horn smashed into the side of the man’s wrist and he stepped back out of range, his smile gone.

“Feral beast,” he snarled. “I’d hoped you might be tamer than Xeredahl.” He stepped out of the cage, shutting the door behind him and locking it. When he looked up at Whitefire again, his eyes were calm again. “Time will show, I suppose. You’ll learn who to listen to.”

Then he left, leaving Whitefire and Xeredahl alone once more.

[sunnybimbo]

@sleepyhunk​  ( ° ͜ʖ °) sURPRISE!

i ALMOST gave this gift away to you like two days ago but now i can finally show it to you!!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS HAVE A SURPRISE DRAGON AU

Summary: Hunk is kidnapped. Hunk is shoved into a cave. Hunk finds himself face-to-face with a dragon. Hunk promptly proceeds to lose his mind.

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The mountain rumbled, trembling as tumbling rocks spilled down its face, coating the forest below it in thin layer of brown dust. The trees swayed with the force of the wind that followed it, and Hunk kind of felt faint as it wrapped around him.

The rope that was tied tight to his wrists was starting to burn, and he just knew it would leave some sort of mark. If he’d ever be able to get the damn thing off, that is. No matter how hard he tried, though, he just didn’t have enough reach to pull the elaborate tie apart— especially not when his captors cruelly yanked him along, throwing hateful glances his way as if he wanted to be there, slowing them down.

He’d wandered into their town looking for work. Desperately looking for work. He hadn’t had a job since he’d left a village over three months ago, and there was only so much he could scrounge up and sell for a not-even hot meal every night. There were a few odd jobs here and there he took part of, sure, but it was hard amassing a fortune when he was always on the move.

Yet, if someone had told him that this town was going to capture him like some sort of animal and truss him up to take him to a possessed mountain for who knows what— he would have been satisfied living off of cold grits and over-baked bread for the rest of his life, probably.

Instead, here he was. Tied up, gagged, and being led to his doom. They’d taken most of his belongings— his hammer, ingots, even his spice bag— and left him only with the clothes on his back. Worn shoes, a leather duster that was older than Hunk was himself, and the yellow bandana he used to tie his hair back. They almost took that, too, but he bit one of them on the hand when they got too close. Hence, the gag.

Well— if he was about to be sacrificed in order to appease an angry mountain, he was glad they’d be without a hand for a few days.

That thought left a sour taste across his tongue— or was that the blood he hadn’t been able to spit out?— and he renewed his struggling, soundly ignoring how huffy his kidnappers regarded him. Hunk tugged his hands above his head, reaching as high as he could. The villager holding onto the rope was yanked off balance, causing them to stumble a few feet backwards. Hunk jerked on it again, to steal the rope from their hold, turning on his heel to make a run for it.

It is highly unfortunate for him that the ground consisted of mostly moss and wet clovers. He couldn’t get enough traction to stop himself from spinning too far, and he soon finds himself slipping, falling hard on his front. He hears a dull thumb behind him— the telltale sign that someone else had tripped in the fuss, too, and Hunk felt vindictively satisfied.

Little victories.

Though he’d honestly enjoy a big one at this point, more. He tried to get his tied hands underneath him, to shove himself up, or to crawl away— he didn’t care. He just wanted to get out of there. A foot stomps down on the rope before he can try, though, and someone is soon lifting him up by his arm, even when he tries to weigh them down by flopping uselessly.

They yell something at him, but language was a barrier they’d encountered hours ago. Instead, they offered him a vague threat by growling in his face and waving an axe made of boar bone at him. They didn’t even have to gesture with the gun strapped to their backs to make the threat more lethal— the glint of sunlight off of the metal barrel was terrifying enough.

He’s shoved along, forced with a well aimed kick at his heels.

Hunk was very much so panicking, and now he smelled like wet grass. Perfect. A familiar sting of tears prickled at the corner of his eyes, and Hunk muffled his subsequent wet sniffle. He didn’t want to give them the satisfaction.

By the time they make it to the base of the mountain, Hunk is shaking like a leaf. He feels lightheaded from how hard he was trying not to sniffle, and the clover-moss mixture on his front is starting to clump up and drip off of him in dirt balls. He picks at a ball of grass near his breast that would stain anything else other than the leather of his older than dirt jacket.

The unnatural rumbling stops all of a sudden. It had been a constant noise in the background, and its absence results in a dull, far off ringing in the back of Hunk’s ears that has him shaking his head, as if something had gotten caught inside of his skull and was buzzing away.

His kidnappers huddle in a circle in front of him to whisper to one another. They gesture at him more than once, and Hunk tries to tug out of the ropes again. It hurts more than its worth, however, when they tug back harder— even stepping on the length of it for good measure.

Their little team meeting seems to end on a positive note because they turn to him with a pep in their step, bunching up around his back to shove him along. They lead him a short ways down the path, to an etched out hole that looks tiny and crude compared to the natural wonder of the mountain.

They shoulder him into the doorway and, when he’s tripping over his own feet, they yank back on the rope to make him lose his balance again. He falls, face first, into the unforgiving dirt. 

They work quick as he’s dazed, throwing the rope on the ground as they produce some sort of metal instrument, clanging loud on it with a tuning fork. The resulting cacophony beats on his eardrums, and he can’t even cover them to block out the noise. He feels something being dusted over him and— for a horrifying moment— he thinks he’s being seasoned. He feels like a strung up chicken about to be eaten for a holiday dinner, until he realizes it's just dirt raining down on them from the vibrating noise.

They stop the ‘music’ as soon as they start, throwing the instruments down beside him. He flinches at the loud noise, positively dizzy from the onslaught. By the time he refocuses behind him, his kidnappers have all but vanished— returning back to the hell village they’d captured him in.

Hunk slots his knees beneath himself and sits up, shaking dirt from his hair as he tries to pick the cloth gag from between his teeth. The entire cave is dark, as if the sun was actively trying not to touch the place, and he has to squint to get a vague idea of what he was looking at.

The entire thing looked… empty. Empty and manmade. The walls were smooth— as if someone had spent years sanding away the rough edges of nature— and the ground, when he wasn’t being slammed against it, was relatively soft against his skin.

After a few minutes of staring into the dark and waiting, Hunk is very certain that he’d just gotten pranked; tugged along by a rope for an hour and shoved into a cave just for laughs.

He somehow gets the gag out of his mouth, and it falls wetly under his chin. Gross. With his teeth free, though, he immediately begins to gnaw on the tough rope with his canines.

He’s so focused that he almost doesn’t notice a slight movement from the corner of his eye. But he does, and he freezes, head darting up at where he’d seen it— a shadow skirting across the wall in a place made of nothing but shadow.

Hunk drops his hands, shaking as they were. He didn’t want to accidentally bite himself. Instead, he gets his feet under him and stands, so he could atleast get out of the creepy, hollowed mountain before something feral attacked him.

He gets two steps towards the door when the rumbling starts again. It’s low— it’s loud— and it absolutely rattles him to the core. He feels his heart stop for a moment, especially when there’s a heavy sound behind his back that nearly sends him sprawling to the ground for the umpteenth time that day.

He really doesn’t want to turn around. He really really doesn’t, but he does anyway.

And there, staring him straight in the eye, is a dragon.

It’s ten times his size, with bone-chilling eyes that stare directly into his soul. They look grey— with a hint of gold that overlays the iris, adding a reflective sheen. Hunk can see himself in them, frozen in time.

The dragon is made of nothing but black. Black scales that, as it twists its spindly body down the hollow mountain to regard Hunk, look like the night time wind. Yet, even in the dark, they look shiny and bright enough to reflect every color Hunk could name, and even ones he’s never seen before.

Hunk can see maybe four legs, stubby compared to the rest of it as they slide along the wall, helping the dragon to find its balance in the tiny space. It looked big enough to fill a tower spire that can reach the stars, but still need room for its head to poke out. Hunk is flabbergasted as to how it’s fitting in the mountain in the first place.

Despite every self-preserving bone in his body screaming at him not to, Hunk reaches a marvelingly curious hand out to touch the wet snout that sat in front of him, twitching much like a dog’s would. Long, delicate whiskers decorate its maw that kind of look like an old man’s mustache, and Hunk couldn’t help his startled giggle, as terrified as he was.

The dragon reared back, stomping a foot on the ground. Hunk may have let out a scream, but it’s lost as the dragon transforms into a flare of light, compressing smaller and smaller until it’s about Hunk’s size until there are two humans standing in the middle of a mountain that feels a lot bigger without a dragon inside.

Hunk falls, though he hardly feels it this time. A man stands where the dragon once did, light dripping off of him like candle wax until it fades into his skin with a shimmering glow.

The dragon— the man?— walks towards him, head tilting curiously. He steps slow and careful, as if Hunk is a wild animal that’ll skirt off and scamper away at a moment’s notice. He just might, actually.

The dragon’s hair is long enough for the ends to be hidden behind his back and duo-colored white and black, though the white only stains the middle. He has those same grey-gold eyes.

He doesn’t have a mustache.

Hunk thinks he may be losing his mind.

The man-dragon drops to his knees in front of Hunk, and Hunk flinches backwards as a hand is offered to him. “Who are you?” He’s asked, with a voice that sounds nothing like how a dragon’s should. It’s gentle and kind.

Hunk stutters out words as his brain tries to come back to life, staring blankly at the hand in front of his face. When he doesn’t take the offered help, the man-dragon lifts him up anyway, patting away the dirt that clung to his coat.

“You’re strange.” He’s told, and a playful smile stretches the dragon’s lips. Sharp teeth stare him in the face, and the bizarre juxtaposition is enough to pull another laugh from Hunk. It reaches a point of hysteria when the dragon reaches for his hands, cutting him out of his ties with a single swipe of one of his sharp claws.

The previous question finally registers in the back of his mind, and Hunk rubs at his sore wrists. “I’m Hunk,” He squeaks out, squeezing his palm tight against the raw wound. “Your, uh… dinner, I guess?”

The man-dragon lifts a brow, and his smile turns into a smirk. “Oh?” He crosses his arms, looking Hunk up and down and— oh gosh, he is naked. Hunk hadn’t realized, being as starstruck as he was.

Hunk turns his eyes up, though he knows he’s very obviously red in the face. He hears the other laugh, and there’s a gentle hand lifting his wrists to survey the damage as he keeps rubbing at them.

This close, he can see that the dragon’s skin is still faintly covered in scales, despite his human-esque appearance. They shimmer, catching the light from the doorway, and Hunk feels a bit faint again. There’s no way this isn’t a strange dream, or some sort of alternate reality.

“Shiro.” The man-dragon says, letting Hunk’s wrists fall from his palms. They aren’t magically healed but, for some reason, they don’t feel as sore. Instead, a pleasant heat thrums through them— left over from the hands that held them.

Hunk swallows a few times, fumbling with his tongue for a moment when he gets stared down again. “What?”

He gets another smile, vaguely mischievous, and the dragon takes a few steps back as he’s engulfed by the light again, growing big and mighty and terrifying in half a second. Hunk isn’t sure how he isn’t squished in the transformation, but he’s standing so close he can almost see the scales being molded from air and darkness to take their rightful place.

There are no wings, he realizes belatedly. But the dragon still flies as he circles around his home, curling his long body along the walls so that he can head back down to Hunk’s relative eye-level. This big, the amusement is crystal clear in his stormy grey eyes, and Hunk straightens his back when the creature rumbles at him.

“My name is Shiro.” He introduces again. He speaks without moving his mouth, but the words are presented clear and cool in the mountain air. Shiro nudges Hunk a bit with his nose, playful despite the fact that Hunk may actually die of fright when he sees the sharp glint of teeth. “Welcome to my home, little snack.”

[ryleighisapanda]

Butterflies [Alec Lightwood x Reader]

Chapter One

“I’m so nervous,” you said to your sister Annabella. Your heart was pounding like a humming bird, your blood was in a racing competition with a cheetah, and your nerves were over the roof.

“[Name],” she said. “You will do amazing. Just like you practiced at home. Remember, imagine the audience are just all those stuffed animals, okay?”

Wait a minute - let me back up and explain what was happening. You were a student at the Salvatore Performing Arts Boarding School Academy. You were a junior at the school, but this was the first time you’d performed in the annual showcase.

Now, you took a deep breath and nodded your head, glancing up at the stage. “It’s now or never,” you said, half to yourself.

“You’re gonna do excellent. Just bet on it.” Annabella winked at you and rushed off to her seat in the front row. You took several more deep breaths - you even did Sharpay’s warm-up technique - before finally walking up the stage, where your band mates were waiting.

“Um, good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” you said nervously into the mic. “I’m [Name] [Surname], and this is my band, The Mortal Instruments.” You bit your lip and nodded your head at your three band mates. You took one more deep breath, closed your eyes, exhaled, then opened them again. You tapped your fingers to the intro of the song before singing, “Nothing is the same.. There’s a new world, calling my name.. I can’t escape this.”

You and your band performed two more songs - “Monsters” and “War of Hearts” - before ending your set and bowing. There was a bout of applause, and even some whoops and cheers. You exited the stage as calmly as you could and ran to sit down next to Annabella. “I can’t believe that just happened!”

“Believe it, baby sis,” Annabella said with a laugh. “You were amazing up there!”

You shook your head, obviously thinking your sister was wrong. “Whatever you say. Now I gotta go pee.” You got up and hurriedly walked up the aisle and down the hall where the bathrooms were located. All of a sudden, there was someone in front of you. “By the Angel!” On instinct, you dropped to your feet and swiped your leg across the floor, making the stranger fall on his back. You shot back up, breathing hard. 

The stranger - you saw now that it was a male, with dark hair, and very tall - groaned and rolled onto his front side. He pushed himself off of the floor and glared at you. “Where’s Valentine?” He said through clenched teeth.

You scrunched your eyebrows together in confusion. “Who’s Valentine?” you asked, but you barely got out the question before a pair of arms wrapped around you. “Hey!” you exclaimed, squirming and trying to escape from the strong and firm grip.

You captor leaned down to your ear and threatened, “Stop squirming, or you won’t have the breath to even scream for the other Circle members.”

“Circle members?” you repeated, but because of the person’s harsh tone and the - glowing? - blade pressed against your throat, you stopped your wiggling. 

The guy that you’d knocked down now had a bow and arrow at the ready, as if he were willing to let go of the arrow if you so much as breathed wrong.

In the blink of an eye - literally, you blinked, and once you opened your eyes again - you saw a horrifying-looking creature crawling up behind the dark-haired male. Before you even realized what you were doing, you raised your leg and kicked the arrow out of the guy’s hold, making it shoot up into the ceiling. You reared your elbow back into the guy behind you’s ribcage and swiped up the weapon he had been holding against your throat. Before either one of them could grab you again, you tumbled under the dark-haired male’s arm and slashed the creature with the weapon you’d snatched up. 

What you’d just done didn’t register in your mind until the creature had vanished into ashes. You dropped the blade you’d been holding and collapsed against the wall, sliding down it. “What…just…happened…?” Your voice was shaky and uncontrollable sobs slipped from your mouth.

The two guys looked at each other, completely confused and like they didn’t know what to do. “Alec, Jace!” a feminine, independent-sounding voice called out. 

“Did you see any more demons?” another, softer voice asked. 

Demons? The rational, still-functioning part of your brain questioned what the girl said, but the rest of your body was too weak to fully rationalize anything. So instead, you brought your head up and looked at the four people that stood in front of you, studying their features. 

The first one you studied was the guy whom you’d made fall. He was very tall, at least six inches taller than you, at least. His hair was a dark brown, so dark it almost looked black and could be mistaken for in certain lighting. He wasn’t exactly pale, but he was nowhere near tan. There was a bag of arrows hanging on his back, along with his bow.

The boy next to him was a few inches shorter, but his physique was more muscular. Whereas the taller boy had a slender build, this boy had a more athletic build, if you would. He also had short blonde hair, and from what you could see, light blue eyes. His blade was back in his hand; you assumed he’d picked it up after you’d slid down the wall.

Next was the first girl that had walked in, the one that had called the boys’ names. Alec and Jace. You didn’t know which boy was whom, but at least you knew their names. Anyways, back to the girl; she looked tall, for a female, or maybe that was just the height from her heels. She had tan skin, with long, dark hair, and dark-chocolaty eyes. Her lips were full and lump, and made up with a vibrant red.

Lastly, was the girl with bright orange hair. Her hair was so bright you wondered if it wasn’t natural. She was petite and pale. She looked a lot more scared and flustered than the other three people. 

But what really got your attention was how they were dressed and the markings on their skin. They all had their own sense of style, but it was all black. The tall boy was wearing a black T-shirt, black jeans, an unzipped hooded leather jacket, and fingerless leather gloves. The blonde boy sported a skin-tight shirt, a sleeveless leather jacket - it looked more like a vest to you - with black jeans. The dark-haired girl was wearing a skin-tight, short black dress, with tights and heeled boots that looked to be at least seven inches tall. She didn’t have a leather jacket like the boys did, but she did have an accessory that looked like a snake curling around her wrist. And finally, the carrot top - instead of a black leather jacket, it was a dark maroon, and she had on a loose light-black, almost gray shirt, with black denim jeans and a black studded belt.

And then their markings - the black curling designs looked exactly like the ones you’d seen in your recurring dreams of the supernatural world. You’d also described markings like that in your writings.

“Who are you?” you finally asked, making the group of teenagers turn your way. “Is this some type of cult? Or gang? Is this where you kidnap me? Because if you are about to kidnap me, I’m going to warn you, my family will send out Amber Alerts and they will not stop looking for me until they find me, and then you all will wind up in jail, probably–”

“By the Angel,” the taller boy groaned. “Is it just a mundane thing to continuously talk and ramble on?”

“Hey, you say "By the Angel” too!“ you exclaimed, then scrunched your eyebrows together. "Wait, what do you mean, mundane?” You knew what the word meant, because you’d used it to describe a being with no magic or supernatural abilities whatsoever in the things you’d written and published on Quotev and Wattpad. But why was this guy calling you a mundane when he obviously was one, too? “Why do your tattoos look so familiar?”

The boy groaned again. “Why must you ask so many questions?”

“Alec,” the blonde boy said - whom you now knew was Jace. “We need to get her to the Institute.” The taller boy - Alec, you reminded yourself - gave Jace a look of disapproval. “She sees us.” You drew your eyebrows together. Of course you could see them. You weren’t blind. And what was the Institute? “And did you see her reflexes, the way she killed that Shax like it was her second nature?”

“Jace is right,” the ginger girl said, whom you still did not even know the possibility of her name.

“Of course you would think he’s right,” Alec scoffed, rolling his eyes. He’s too uptight, you thought. 

“Alec,” the other girl said warningly.

“Don’t I get a say in this?” you piped up. “I can’t just leave, you know. Besides, what about my sister?”

The girl with the orange hair stepped in. “Why don’t we get both you and your sister home safe and sound, and then we work out the kinks later?”

You nodded, feeling yourself yawn and your eyes droop shut. “Okay,” you said and curled up in a ball against the wall. The last sound you heard was Alec’s groan of frustration, yet again.

Please let me know what you thought of this chapter. I would really love your feedback.

- xoxo, Ryleigh