#like I’m literally in tears i said this out loud after my uncle said ‘vampire butt stuff’ in the middle of a conversation

[bodythieves]

(gay vampire accent) i vant to fuck your butt

[lubdubsworld]

Insatiable  ( Jungkook x Oc ) Chapter 8

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x OC

Rating 18+

Genre : Vampire Au!!!! , DILF! Jungkook ! Bodyguard AU! Babysitter OC!   Age difference!!!

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Chapter 8

“Heartbreak looks good on you...” My sister commented impishly, watching me slip the teardrop earring into my lobe, the ruby red stone glinting in the dimlight of the bedroom. 

It was a couple of weeks since my uncle had come over and today, all the important clan leaders from around the country would be heading over to pay their respects to him. As one of the oldest surviving vampires, he commanded a lot of respect and no one really wanted to be on his bad side. 

Which just made me love Jungkook all the more because I couldn’t forget how he’d literally thrown himself in between us that day. I wanted to give him  everything  in return but apparently, all i was allowed to give him was space. 

My father had visited me everyday , giving me a very cryptic, ‘ I’ll make sure the two of you get your happy ending, dearest but you need to trust me and stay away for a while. Just a while. ’. 

But it seemed so impossible, so far away and just so unlikely that I was beginning to lose hope. 

It didn’t help that I hadn’t actually seen Jungkook in these two weeks . Namjoon took his place and my only connection to him was Joowon , who told me his father was busy ...that he stayed with Hwasa most evenings . I felt jittery and nervous and even more so today because of the lavish party being hosted in the Grand Ball Room, which was easily the biggest room in the entire estate. The last time it had been opened was for my parent’s wedding a whole two centuries ago.  

For once I couldn’t hide in the daycare in sweats. My uncle apparently insisted that i be present for the party tonight. 

It only made my anxiety skyrocket. 

I was a mess when it came to formal parties with century old vampires. I had all the formal training of course, but still the etiquette lessons were long forgotten and lot of those cranky old bats had very archaic ideas about what was allowed and what wasn’t. 

I  didn’t want some entitled century old vampire pawing at my neck for a drink tonight. I really didn’t. 

But i had done my part. Put on a red dress, the backline dipping all the way down to the base of my spine , let one of the make up artists in the clan have a go at my face and even put on blood red lipstick. 

I grunted , trying to yank the small lace and leather garter up my thigh. It had a holster for a dagger, the small ornate silver one that all the women in the clan carried. The dagger was crafted with the Hwang crest on its handle and I carefully sheathed it in, patting my thigh to make sure it wouldn’t slip down my limb. 

“Don’t make fun of my misery.” I glared at her and she actually laughed. 

“Sera, you feel too much too deeply. Jungkook isn’t going anywhere. He’ll come around. “ She said gently.

I shook my head.

“I don’t want to wait though. I... I don’t know why I hate waiting but I do..”

“He looks like a kinky bastard. Tell me, did you guys try anything ...I don’t know..risky?”

Nothing riskier than getting edged in front of a whole hotel full of guests and then getting fucked in the back of a car. Oh, did I tell you he spit in my mouth? And I loved it.

“Not really.” I lied but I could feel my face heating up as I turned around, back to the mirror as i felt my ears burning.

My sister shrieked so loud I jumped, nearly knocking over the bottle of perfume on the dresser.

“Oh my God, Sera, you naughty little bint! Tell me now!!!” She screeched and i flushed.

Like hell i was telling my sister what we had done.

“It’s private!!” I hissed when she tried to yank me and she laughed. 

“You’re shy... aww that’s cute. But that’s just because you recently got un-virgined . Bet you  can’t wait for him to desecrate your special place again, huh?” She waggled her eyebrows. 

“That is the single most disgusting thing you’ve ever said.” I gagged.

She laughed again. 

“Relax. He was your first. Happens . But like I said, don’t worry about him being serious about this. I think he is. You guys had sex and dad knows that. And yet somehow he’s still walking around with his had attached to his shoulders. Do you really think father would have let him live if he didn’t have feelings for you?”

I frowned.

“That’s not fair. It was consensual. He didn’t force me into anything or tell me he had feelings ....”

She scoffed at that. 

“Please tell me you still don’t think he hasn’t got feelings for you. He went batshit-crazy when you went on that date with Yugyeom. Jimin thought he was having a stroke or something. Dude’s so gone for you it isn’t even funny.”

“ Fat lot of good that does me! ” I snapped. “ If he doesn’t acknowledge those feelings he might as well not have any. And so far he’s made it abundantly clear that he’s not going to act on them. Ever.” 

“Because he’s clearly involved in something dangerous.” She said easily, making me blink.  “I’m not supposed to be telling you this but I’m kind of sick of you moping around like the world is ending and I’m just going to trust you to be smart about it.”

“What do you mean dangerous?” I whirled around to glare at her, pulse racing. 

“I have no clue. Dad and Jungkook are working on something.  But they’ve been huddled in the administrative building for three days now and no one has seen them . So i don’t really know what it is they’re planning. But I’ve always wondered if Jungkook was hiding from something. It would explain why he’d work as a bodyguard...with his skills he could be so much more.  ”

Frustration bloomed,  this time laced with worry. I wanted to know what was going on. God, if i could only see him. A glimpse would be enough. Just to make sure he was okay. Just to hear from him that he was okay. That he was going to be safe. 

“Think he’ll be at the party?”  I asked softly, feeling a whole lot pathetic at the way my heart lurched hopefully. 

My sister gave me a very mischievous smile. 

“Maybe . Maybe not. You look ravishing by the way.  And everyone out there wants you. Literally. Don’t forget that. Don’t be easy. Make him beg a little. ” She winked. 

I frowned. 

“He won’t beg. He’ll turn the tables around and make me cry.” I shuddered.  . Which really wouldn’t be that hard . I felt like I was always on the verge of tears these days. 

The knock on the door made us both look up. 

“Who’s escorting you tonight?” My sister asked gently. 

I shrugged. 

“No one. I’m just gonna walk in there by myself because I hate all of you. ” I grabbed the small bejeweled clutch from the table and hesitated just a second. 

God , I had no strength for tonight but there was a possibility that Jungkook could be there tonight. And I wanted to see him, if for no other reason than to kick him in the teeth. 

 I slipped into the strappy peep toe heels, stumbling a little because i wasn’t used to them. 

Swearing at the sharp pain shooting up my heel and shin, I wrenched the door open. Ignoring the simpering man on the other side, i stalked right past him. 

It was going to be a long , long night 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The ballroom looked ....for lack of a better word : overwhelming. 

Whoever was in charge of the decoration had clearly taken the budget, quadrupled it and then pretty much ordered one of everything. I stared at the sheer overdose of satin and gauze and felt myself shuddering. 

Red and black was the theme for the night and I half wished I’d chosen to wear something in turquoise blue just to give my eyes some sort of relief. But there was no denying that it looked especially lavish, the huge hall big enough to fit a dozen foot ball fields, the high ceiling that seemed to stretch right up to the heavens and the million candelabras and chandeliers hung all over the place. 

The carpeted floors felt soft under my foot and it was still early, only a few pople flitting about while the ushers and helpers rushed about, tweaking deatils, rechecking placement charts, placing refreshments on the table. Small bottles of blood arranged neatly on the table and I rolled my shoulders, eyes darting around to find someone familiar. 

Kim Minjae and Kim Mingyu were just entering the hall and I grimaced. God, no. But i watched as they casually posed in front of the blood red backdrop, while cameras flashed and i frowned. Were supernatural tabloids really that starved for material? 

“Sera, go on, you need to get your picture taken too!” My aunt materialized out of nowhere , dressed in a puffy red gown with ruffles and I shook my head. 

“Later... i need a drink.” I said quickly, escaping her clingy fingers and rushing away . 

As the only human in the entire damn place, I would have to walk all the way to the bar on the far corner of the ballroom to beg for a drink. 

I was half way there when a commotion at the door made me look up. My father had arrived with him a majority of his counsel and a bunch of other guests as well. I stared, my eyes zeroing in on a very familiar figure , my father’s arm wrapped around his shoulder.

Jeon Jungkook stood right next to my father dressed to the nines and with a dazzling smile in place. 

I gawked at him. 

Trying to process what it was that I was seeing. 

He was smiling. He had the audacity to smile after ignoring me for two whole weeks. 

I took a deep breath.

“You better have a pretty darn good explanation for the radio silence you treated me to the past two weeks. “ I intoned dully to myself , trying to ignore the way he looked, completely at ease in the spotlight. 

He turned a little to the left and his gaze caught mine. I watched as he smiled and shook hands with the people around him before whispering something to my father. 

I dug my heels into the floor, glaring as he extricated himself from the elite crowd and slowly began walking over. God, i wanted to kick him so bad. 

He stopped in front of me, looking expectant and my anger merely doubled in intensity. 

“Anything you wanna say, Jeon?” I snapped. 

“You’re beautiful. Breathtakingly so. Red is your color, angel. I wanna see you in it more often. “ He answered at once. 

My mind went distressingly blank for a whole thirty second. 

“ Did i fucking offer? ” I demanded , angry. “ I’m not dressing up for you. Ever. You ignored me for two entire weeks Jungkook! i didn’t know where you were...what you were doing...” 

“Sera, I’m sor -” He began but I squawked in disbelief, shoving him away hard. He stumbled, more in surprise than from the impact but he looked surprised .  

I felt myself shaking in anger. How dare he?

“Oh, no. No. You do not get to waltz back in with a simple sorry.... not after treating me like shit the past two weeks...Absolutely not.” I snarled, shoving him again but this time he didn’t budge. Ugh. 

I made to move past him but he grabbed my elbow , yanking me back till I crashed into his chest. It was humiliating , the way my body practically vibrated with pleasure from being near him. His arms around me felt like heaven and I’d spent two whole weeks in purgatory. 

“You need to stay with me Ms. Hwang. I’m your bodyguard, remember?” He whispered, lips pressing against my neck, breathing in my scent  and I glared at his arms.

“No you’re not. Namjoon is!! Where is he?” I asked angrily , but he pulled me closer, hands resting on the bare skin of my back as he hugged me tight, lips latching onto my neck, breathing deep and my knees buckled. i had missed this. So much and even if this was all i got, I wanted to savor it. Savor it even if I hated him for the way he treated me all the fucking time.  

“Missed you.” He whispered, lips wet and wanting , damp on my skin as he pressed kisses along my shoulder. I loved it but I knew he was going to leave me again and that just made me angrier. 

“You’re a liar.” I choked out. 

“No. I’ve lied about a lot of things but never about how you’ve made me feel, Sera. You set me on fire.”

I choked, anger and affection flooding my senses, confounding me because it was like being caught in an endless game of push and pull. 

I trembled, fists punching his shoulder in protest but he didn’t move. I could feel eyes on us and it made me flush. How dare he... How fucking dare he. 

“Let go of me! You said you don’t want me so let me go!” I said petulantly and he made a small noise of protest. 

“That’s not true angel...you know it’s not. I want you... Want you so damn bad , i ache with it.” He whispered the words into my skin and I bristled. 

“Fucking liar, let go of me!” i was going to cry. Actually burst into tears in the middle of the ballroom. 

He didn’t let go of me. 

Instead his fingers fluttered down my bare back, feather light and maddening , tracing a path down my bare skin and I gripped is jacket at the electric contact. 

i trembled, my thighs shaking but I couldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how much I wanted him. I swallowed, shaking my head. 

There was no music and we weren’t even near the dance floor. I couldn’t imagine how we must look to the people around us. But it was hard to think of that when I could feel him all over my body, could feel his heartbeat pulse right against mine and when his arms felt like an anchor , grounding me . 

“You think I need you.” My voice shook a little, “ I really fucking don’t Jungkook and I want you to remember that. I don’t need you. I don’t need to touch you . I’m fine with you never touching me ever again. ” I lied, gripping him harder. 

My words didn’t match my actions at all and he seemed to realize it, chuckling lightly and letting me press myself closer into his warm, solid body. He kept his arms around me, waist pressed into mine and thighs hard and solid against mine.

“I know that... i need you far more than you need me.” He said sweetly, kissing my brow and stroking my hair. He slipped his fingers into the strands, running the silky length between his fingertips , his voice brimming with fondness . It hurt, the fact that I couldn’t have this all the time. 

That somehow I was only offered glimpses of this Jungkook. Little snapshots of a what our life together could be but when I tried to draw closer, he always pulled away. 

I glared at him wanting to demand more answers 

. And then my eyes fell on the small dagger sheathed into his belt. My sister’s words floated into my mind. Was Jungkook running from something? 

“Are you in danger?” I whispered, softly. “ Darling, i need to know if you’re in trouble. I need to know.” 

He trembled a little at the endearment. 

“Baby, I’m going to be fine. Don’t worry about me alright. It’s important that you stay safe. “

The words brought no comfort of any kind. 

I stared at him. 

“What is it with the people around me spewing platitudes in my face without telling me what is going on! Do you just not trust me?” I asked desperately, hurt blooming. 

Jungkook swallowed.

“i trust you with my entire life Sera. But, I just don’t want you to get hurt.” He said gently.

I rolled my eyes. 

“Please....you’re five centuries old , so can you leave the whole cliché knight in shining armor back in the dark ages and just treat me like your equal? I’m not a helpless damsel in distress Jungkook...!!” 

He nodded, reaching for me again but I pulled away, wrapping an arm around myself. He hesitated, hands stretched out to touch but hovering a few inches away . 

“you’re right. I was out of line. But to be fair your father was very firm that I had to stay away from you...no contact of any kind till tonight. “

“And what’s so special about tonight.?” I asked , upset at how little i knew about what was going on. Jungkook’s gaze softened, and he pressed a palm to my cheek, thumb tracing circles on my jaw, before pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. 

“ You’ll see. “ He smiled, “ And as for the rest of it, we’ll talk about this . I promise. We will....tonight after everything ends. I need to go now. Your father’s waiting for me,” 

I clung to him, feeling abandoned all over again. 

“What are you guys upto?” I grabbed his arm but he gently pulled my fingers away. 

“I’ll come find you. “ Was all he said before moving away and I groaned in disbelief. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Uh oh. I can recognize that look. On a scale of one to ten , how much trouble is Jeon Jungkook in?” Namjoon asked gently, watching me glare daggers at the man in question as he hung around near the front of the hall, surrounded by clan leaders.

 He was meeting everyone, apparently a social butterfly and i couldn’t fathom it. The last time we’d had a party he’d sneaked off to get laid with Helena. 

Speaking of who,

“She’s going to castrate him. I can feel it.” The sultry eyed vampire, sat next to me, her long nails tapping the scarlet drape of the table as she watched me, eyes heavy and hot, gaze trained on my neck.

 I’d never felt more like prey. 

“ Nice to meet you Helena.” Namjoon said casually taking the seat next to me. Great.  I was caught between two vampires that knew exactly how gone I was for Jungkook and exactly how ....not gone he was for me.  The night just kept getting better. 

“Always a pleasure daddy.” Helena said , eyes dancing with wicked mischief and Namjoon choked on his wine, spewing it all over the table. I stared at the pair in disgust. 

“Disgusting.” I snapped. “Look at him. He hasn’t looked at me in an hour. How am i supposed to believe that he wants me so much I set his skin on fire.” I demanded shrilly. 

Both of them went quiet. They looked very uncomfortable and i felt myself flush. 

I glared at them , self conscious. 

“What?! Jungkook said so himself.” I protested. 

Both of them began guffawing. 

“I’m never letting him live this down.” Namjoon chuckled and I rolled my eyes. I could feel eyes on me, everywhere. Everyone’s gaze flitted to me every few minutes. Some of the younger vampires hovered a discreet distance away but had their gazes trained on me . 

Everyone looked at me except Jungkook. There really was no justice in this god forsaken world, was there? 

Did he really think I was weak and harmless? I suddenly felt foolish . I wasn’t weak. I wasn’t powerless. 

So , so far from it in fact.

I didn’t use my abilities because of how morally ambiguous they were. My father had drilled it into my head, right from childhood, that I couldn’t use my powers without explicit permission from him and I had listened to him. 

Had played the role of the harmless human who just happened to have really intoxicating blood inside her veins. 

But somehow that had ended up with me being pushed out of the loop with the man I loved. Jungkook thought I was some kind of helpless damsel he needed to keep safe and it just...it irked me. 

It was laughable that he thought something could be dangerous to me. 

It was laughable because I  was  easily the most dangerous creature in this entire room. 

i pulled my phone out, texting furiously.

 I want to see you. 

 I stared at Jungkook waiting for him to see. He pulled his phone out read the screen and to my utter chagrin he slipped the phone back in without answering.

 All right, That’s it.  

I stood up slowly, Namjoon stiffening next to me. 

“Where are you going? “ He asked warily. 

“To mingle.” I said casually. “ you can stay here, daddy. I’ll be fine by myself. “

He spluttered again and Helena laughed lowly. 

“I like her. “ Her voice rang out and i smirked, making a beeline to wards the front of the room, where Jungkook stood with a few other vampires around the same age as him. They all straightened at the sight of me, lust evident in their eyes and I saw Jungkook go a little stiff when he noticed I was alone.

“Where’s Namjoon?” He said shortly. 

“With Helena.” i said with a shrug.” Evening gentlemen.” I smiled softly, parting my lips lightly, letting my tongue dart out and wet them before leaving them parted, tongue peeking out. 

Jungkook pressed in closer, arm darting to wrap around my waist but he seemed to think better of it, pulling away again. 

“Sera...” He began warningly but i cut him off. Jungkook didn’t know what he had. 

And I was too fucking beautiful to be ignored tonight. 

“Isn’t someone starting the music? What a terrible bore this party has been...” I said loudly and the men scrambled closer, almost tripping over each other. 

Pathetic really but at least they served their purpose. 

“Should we get you another drink, Sera?” One of them said. 

“Let me go find that Dj...” The tallest of the lot wandered off. 

“You’re right..are you hungry..? Where’s that waiter?” The one right next to me lifted a hand, waving the nearest uniformed helped and I smirked at Jungkook. 

“Having fun?” I asked. 

“You need to go stay with Namjoon.” He said stiffly.

“where’s the fun in that? “ I hesitated, locking my eyes with him and lightly lifting my heel up to rest on the chair right next to him. The slit in my dress fell open, exposing the entire length of my leg, especially the red lace of my garter. 

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the dagger strapped to my thigh, the red and gold stark against the milky white flesh. I rand a forefinger up from my knee to the top of the garter belt, lightly circling the tip over the sharp edge of the dagger. 

“Don’t...” He growled. I smirked.

“Don’t what?” I whispered. 

“Don’t fucking do it, baby... I’ll be really , really mad if you do. “ He was almost shaking with the effort to not grab me and i could feel it. Feel the urge to put me in my place, simmering beneath his skin but he was helpless. 

Any wrong move on me and he would have a dozen daggers in his heart within the next second. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about .” I feigned ignorance, purposefully pressing the thick of my finger into the edge of the dagger, gasping as it broke skin, tearing my flesh and drawing out my blood. 

A collective gasp ran through the crowd around us and it was quite the sight, an entire group of century old Vampires going stiff as boards,  nostrils flared pupils blown wide open as they all stared at me .

 I smiled wide, trying to inject a note of contrition into my voice. 

“Oops. That was clumsy of me. .” I giggled, holding my finger up. the blood beaded over and spilled , trickling down my wrist and I locked my gaze with Jungkook’s, bringing my arm up, licking the scarlet fluid up, tracing its path with my tongue all the way to where the dagger had nicked me before sticking the finger into my mouth with a lewd pop. 

A vampire, about three feet away from me was breathing heavily , grabbing the chair next to him and sinking into it. His fangs were out and his breathing was erratic. i watched his eyes flash red and I laughed.

“I’m sorry. “ I said sweetly and he gave me a blank smile.

“That’s alright, my lady . “ He was almost choking from the effort to stay composed. Poor thing. I let my gaze flit back to Jungkook who had a terrifyingly blank look on his face. 

“You little whore.” Jungkook whispered softly and i lurched. 

“Yours . If you want me. But if you don’t...then anyone’s really.” I shrugged unrepentant. 

“Really? You think any of the vampires here’s gonna want you after the stunt you just pulled? No one wants a needy little slut.” He said casually but I could see him shaking a little. There was a teeny tiny crack in that cocky attitude and I’d never wanted to stick my fingers in something so bad. 

I felt myself grin in anticipation. 

“It’s not about what I think, Jungkook. Its about what I  know.” 

He stared at me. 

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You think I’m helpless, Jungkookie.... But the truth is... I can turn every single person here into my own personal  marionette if i wanted to. “ I shrugged. 

Jungkook’s eyebrows lifted, lips parting in surprise. 

“I’m listening.” 

I moved to the table in the corner, patting the chair next to me. He took the seat next to me and I smiled. 

“Now watch....” I snapped my fingers, signaling the waiter with the glass jar of lemon soda  and vodka in his tray. 

“Can you let my father know I want to leave the party early with Jungkook here?” I asked gently. The waiter flushed, but nodded and I casually slipped my finger into the lemonade jar, dipping lightly in the fluid.

Jungkook grimaced . 

“That’s disgusting.” 

I laughed. 

“Now let’s see who gets to drink it.” I followed the waiter as he moved around stopping in front of a group of very young vampires, about four or five of them. Two girls and three guys. They all took glasses of vodka from the waiter and i sighed.

“You know what makes my blood so powerful Jungkookie? “ I said softly. “ It’s the fact that it is  sentient.” 

Jungkook went stock still still next to me, lips parting in shock.

“What?” He croaked. 

I nodded.

“My blood is sentient. It can feel and see and control. If my blood mixes with yours, it will dominate your thoughts and feelings. I will literally take over you. But it also needs my instruction. So it’ll put you in a trance..... Leave you feeling boneless and disoriented , easier to manipulate. People think its because it tastes so good and they enjoy the feeling. They don’t know what the fuck they’re opening themselves up to...by letting me inside. “ I wrapped my arms around myself. 

“I’m painted as the beautiful, kind and precious human who needs to be protected....only because I am anything  but. In this room, Jungkook....I’m probably the one capable of wrecking the most havoc.” 

“Sera...”

“Nobody knows except for my father and I because...well... just the scent of it makes people chase me down. Can you imagine what they’d do to me if they knew the true extent of my powers.” I said bitterly. I let my gaze shift back to the kids with the drinks. The drinks that were tainted with my life essence.  

I watched them take sips of their drink and felt the mild tingling in the back of my head. Like a gossamer thread forming and wrapping around me and I swallowed. It was easy to ignore and I never had any trouble ignoring it when I let my family feed from me. Because I trusted them. 

But these kids though. My body thrummed, focusing on one person. 

The girl in the red halter top. 

“See the girl with the red top and black skirt....” I swallowed. “ She slit the throat of an old woman on her way here.” 

Jungkook swore next to me. 

“I can see the woman... she’s on her knees , begging for her life. She’s really old.” 

That wasn’t all. i could feel the grip of the dagger, the push of the blade against skin, the pull as the flesh gave in, the blood spurting out onto my fingers the scent of death as she bled out. 

I felt nausea bubble and I severed the connection forcibly. The girl’s pretty face didn’t match her filthy insides. i couldn’t stay in her head. The tendrils began wrapping around my head as  the four of them took more sips. 

“When I want... i can influence their thoughts. It takes more effort but it’s possible. it’s why my father wanted to make sure you actually wanted to be with me. He thought I’d coerced you . which I can . if I want. But I didn’t. I don’t do that ever. ” I shook my head. 

Jungkook’s brows raised. 

“By coerce you mean....”

“It can be as simple as influence your decision... but if I really put in the effort, i can make people physically do what I wanted. “ 

“Physically?”

I smiled.

“Remember the boys from my college ? the ones who nearly drained me out?” 

He nodded. 

“My father didn’t have them defanged. They did it to themselves. Literally stuck their own hand into their mouth and ripped their fangs out . Because I wanted them too.” 

Jungkook looked like he’d stopped breathing. 

I swallowed.

“You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted to tell you that if you’re trying to protect me by withholding information, its kind of unnecessary. I can take care of myself.” 

“Alright. What do you want to know?”

“Just tell me what’s going on  “ I sighed.  Jungkook gave me a piercing look. 

“Remember Joo Won’s mother?” 

“The witch you killed?”

“Her father’s out for my blood. He doesn’t know where I am as of now. Your father thinks one of his lackeys must be in attendance today so he’ll know where I am.... and  he’ll come for me. And when he does... I’m going to end it .”

I stared at him.

“ Okay. “ I swallowed. “ How dangerous is he?” 

Jungkook laughed without mirth. 

“I’m not sure if I’m coming out of this alive.” 

Blood rushed to my ears, so fast I felt momentarily lightheaded. My entire body rejected the mere idea of Jungkook getting hurt. And to hear him talk of it so lightly, it messed me up badly. The fragile hold I had on my mind snapped. 

“No.” I said angrily. 

Across the room, the girl in the red halter stumbled,  clutching her head .

  Anger and the urge to hurt clawed up inside me and I tried to get it under control. 

Fuck, I had to sever the connection fully before i did something terrible to her..

 But it wasn’t happening, 

In fact the more i tried to get away the more her conscience seemed to be wrapping around mine., 

 Distance. I had to put distance between us. 

I need to leave now,  I pushed the thought in through the connection and  i watched her as she stumbled away from her friends, hands buried in her hair.

“Sera what the fuck... “ Jungkook grabbed my arm, eyes wide and panicked and I trembled. 

I felt guilty and scared because there was a reason i didn’t do this and the reason was quite simple. This power...or whatever you wanted to call it, It was bigger than me. I couldn’t control it . 

My blood was sentient and sometimes it could control me , just as easily as it controlled others. 

“She’s just leaving... I just made her leave because I’m not .. I can’t. ...fuck...” My head swam as I tried to get my bearings. 

“ okay that’s it...we’re getting out of here.... ” Jungkook stood up, reaching for me and I blinked, disoriented and dizzy. “Come here, baby I got you...” 

I let him wrap his hand around my waist, half lifting , half dragging me out of the ballroom and into the hallway. I gripped his chest, stumbling. I wasn’t tired, just struggling to get my head on straight . 

But the scent of him calmed me. 

“I need you.” I whispered. “ I need you to be safe Jungkook. I’ve spent too long pretending to be something I’m not but with you... I’m.. You... You make me feel human. Truly human. “ 

“Fuck... hang on. I’m gonna take you to my cottage.”

I blinked

“your what?”

“My cottage. Hang on...”

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By the time Jungkook opened the door to the cottage, I felt a little like myself again. But my body thrummed , my skin on fire, my fingers trembling with adrenaline. 

“you look like you need to lie down.” He said gently.

I glared at him. 

“The last thing I need is to lie down.” I snapped.

He held his hands up.

“Alright. Calm down, baby..... Why are you so upset?” He asked soothingly and I scoffed.

“ You fucked me in public and the next day  you looked like you’d been handed a death sentence, when my father suggested that you court me and then... you disappeared for two whole weeks....and now you turn up and tell me that your life is in danger. You do all this shit and I’m  not allowed to be upset? ” I said angrily.

He hesitated. 

“I merely meant it would be dangerous. I am not actively trying to die.” He said softly.

“As for the rest of it.... I’m not the same person I was a month ago Sera.... You.. You’ve managed to claw you way into my heart and the only reason I didn’t want to court you was because of what I was involved in. I told you that...the baggage I’m carrying is too much for me to even think about being with you.... That’s the only reason. “

I stared at him. 

“Are you telling me you fell for me too?”

Jungkook smirked a little.

“You were fucking me all the time without touching me. How could I not fall for that utterly shameless gaze of yours. You were your heart on your sleeve and your heart is always filled with filthy thoughts about me Sera. You make it way too obvious. “ He said teasingly. 

“I don’t want you to die.” I said petulantly. 

“That makes two of us. “ He smiled. “ What do you want, Sera?” 

“Want you.” I said automatically, too raw and upset to think too much about it.

“You have me.” He stepped closer, hands resting on my shoulder, eyes earnest and i hated how much I wanted to believe him . But heartbreak after heartbreak after heartbreak had taught me that it was all a lie. I didn’t have him and now ....there was a possibility I could never have him. 

“No, I don’t.” I shook my head, angry. “ Don’t lie to me. I don’t have you.” 

Jungkook made to touch me again but I shoved him away, hard.

“you’re angry. “ He said thoughtfully. “ I understand that. You have every right to be angry. And I’m sorry I can’t tell you what you want to hear right now...Not until this whole debacle ends. But Sera...look at me...”

I bit my lips staring at him.

“I’m here. Now. I’m not going anywhere. It’s just us. You and I. Don’t worry about what happens next. Don’t. Let’s not worry about any of that. I’m here and I’m telling you I’m yours. You have me now.” 

I stared at him, tilting my head as I took him in. 

He didn’t move , merely staring at me evenly.

“You know.... you aren’t the only one who hates being ignored.” I said softly. 

I felt weird. 

Different. 

None of the usual nervousness or anticipation but instead a sort of burning need to  take. To reach out and pin him down , force him to follow through on his promise that I  had him. 

“ I’ve been giving too much of myself to you, Jungkook ...for way too long. I think it’s time I get something back.” I whispered. 

His lips curled in a small, impish smile and he looked a decade younger. His eyes flashed with mischief and anticipation. He looked eager....desperate even and I wondered if this is what I looked like all the time with him. 

“And what would that be...my queen?” he whispered meekly. 

“You. “ I said simply. “ All of you. Your words... your pain...your pleasure... your moans and your very breath. I want to take all of it.” 

I could see his pupils dilating even from the distance between us. 

“Its yours, sweetheart” Jungkook  bowed his head gently, holding his arms out. “Tell me where you want me...how you want me...” 

I glanced around the room. Not the bed. Not yet. 

There was a very sturdy looking chair in front of the small table in the corner. 

“Put that in the middle of the room and sit down.” I pointed at the chair. 

He smiled.

“You want me to stay dressed?” He asked carefully and I nodded. 

“Very well.” He moved to get the chair, placing it in  front of the bed. He sat down carefully. 

“Anything else?” He asked gently.

I narrowed my eyes at him 

“Yes. Keep your mouth shut unless I ask you something.” I said with a smile. His eyes widened in surprise. But he didn’t protest. 

I took in the sight of him on the chair, dressed in his perfectly fitted tux , legs spread and hands on his knees, eyes wide and alert as he stared at me. Pretty red mouth shut obediently. 

I moved closer till I was standing right between his thighs. His hands came up to grip my waists instinctively and I glared.

“Hands’ to yourself Jungkook. You don’t just get to treat me as you fucking like and then touch me without my permission.” I snapped. 

He lowered his hands , letting them rest on his knees again.

“Do you want to touch me , baby?” I whispered pressed my palm to his face before letting my fingers trail up to his hair. it was soft and silky to the touch, the strands like fine silk. 

“Yes.” He answered simply. 

“Then you need to earn it.” I threaded my fingers' into his raven locks, gripping hard and yanking his head back . i stared, fascinated by the ivory length of his neck, the little mole there and i pressed a kiss to his skin. I let my teeth sink in , just a little and then a little bit more. When he shifted, I pulled back, licking the skin to soothe the sting.  His breath caught and he gasped, eyes widening a bit and a small, ‘ fuck’ leaving his lips. 

I pulled back , keeping my fingers in his hair , gripping lightly, before reaching down with my free hand. 

“You have such a pretty neck and it make me wonder what it feels for your kind...sinking your teeth into people and feeding from them. Too bad I don’t have fangs. But you know what I do have?” I winked . 

I brought my leg up, the front end of my shoe resting on the small empty space on the chair , right in the V if his legs. If he moved even a little, my toes would brush the straining length of his cock visible even through the black of his slacks. He was so hard I knew it must’ve hurt. 

I gripped his hair harder and tilted his head down to he could stare at my thighs, specifically the dagger in my garter. 

“I want a taste . Of you. Can I?” I asked gently staring at him, fingers fiddling with the dagger and unsheathing it. 

He nodded. 

“Words. Please.” I smiled.

“Yes...fuck yes.....please...Sera...” 

“Good boy.” I winked, bringing the dagger up to his neck. It was really sharp and I used the tip to lightly draw a small dash, an inch below his ear. I watched the blade tear through the flesh, light and delicate, the skin cleaving and scarlet liquid bubbling up. I chased the flow with my tongue, licking it into my mouth and Jungkook trembled in the chair, jerking forward.

The movement jolted my foot onto his crotch and he grunted, grabbing my ankle when I made to move it away, keeping my heeled foot on his clothed cock. I swallowed,  little out of my league but i stared at him, at the sheer intensity of the desperation in his eyes and I inhaled ....before gently bringing my toes down to press into his cock. 

He moaned, thighs trembling and I  dropped the dagger to the floor.

I slipped both my hands into his hair, holding his head in place as i bent low to capture his lips with mine, sticking my tongue inside his mouth while grinding my foot down into his cock. I licked into his mouth, chasing the warm heady taste of him, my fingers tightening in his hair for leverage and I wondered if he was wet.... If his cock was weeping precum, dribbling into his slacks .

I pulled back to stare into his eyes but he had them shut.

“Look at me.!” i demanded,”  wanna see you...” 

His eyes fluttered open, doe- like and warm and swimming with pleasure and I’d never felt more powerful in my life. I moved my foot slowly, in small controlled circles for a few seconds. 

“You wanna cum in your pants like this? Rutting on my foot like a little mutt? Or do you want to get on the bed and touch me like you wanted to...?” I whispered softly. 

Jungkook swallowed and his fingers tightened on my ankle. . 

“Wanna cum like this.” He said taking me by surprise. I raised an eyebrow. 

“Really... then what about me...?  I want to get fucked too Jungkook ..? How’re you gonna do that if you cum so fast.....” I snapped, gripping his hair harder and he groaned. 

“I... I’ll fuck you again... i promise.. I’ll fuck you hard and make you feel good... just..let me cum...please.. It fucking hurts...” The way his voice cracked a bit on the last few words made my heart jerk inside my ribs. I found myself fighting the urge to give him everything. 

I smiled instead, kissing his lips again.

“Thank God for fast refractory periods huh, my big bad vampire?” I bit his lips, tugging it between my teeth , before reaching between us and slipping the shoe off my foot. Jungkook trembled, gripping me for support when I pulled my foot away and I let him cling to me for a second, before dropping the shoe down and pressing my bare foot on his erection. I spread my toes over the head, pressing down just a little and he inhaled sharply when i circled my toe on the wet patch . 

“Go on them. Make yourself cum.” I whispered, leaning down and kissing him again. He grabbed my ankle with both hands, rutting up into the balls of my feet, hips thrusting up and I let him lick into my mouth, messy and wet as he chased his pleasure. 

I felt him stiffen underneath me, followed by a wash of dampness under my sole and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close and letting him bury his face into my neck as he trembled through the aftershocks. He gripped my waist, hands shaking as he held me and i waited, worried if I should take my foot off or not. I could feel my legs beginning to cramp and I swallowed.

“You okay?” i whispered.

“Yeah.” He grunted. “ Fuck..that was...” he laughed a little. 

“We’re not done.” I said pressing a kiss to his cheeks and stroking his hair back gently. 

He hummed, gently gripping my ankle and lifting my foot off his crotch. I brought my leg down, wincing a bit. 

“Should we get on the bed?” He whispered. 

I nodded, yelping when he stood up with me still in his arms, he carried me over to the bed, dropping me lightly. 

“Strip.” I said quickly. “ All of it. Want you naked and stretched out on this bed for me.” 

He moved quickly, stepping out of his clothes with ease and I sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing the black tie he discarded. I took off my panties, leaving my dress and the garter belt on. 

 Jungkook naked was a sight i could never tire off and I watched as he climbed into the bed, lying down in the center, legs splayed slightly and hands by his side. 

“Bring your wrists together up over your head” I said quickly and he moved his wrists up , letting me tie them to the head board with his tie as i sat straddled on his chest. I was wet, sopping wet and I felt the trail of dampness I left on his rock hard abs. 

“I’m gonna sit on your face and you’re gonna make me cum. And then , I’m gonna ride you .” I whispered. 

“Fuck.” 

“That’s the plan.”

I scooted forward, resting one knee close to either shoulder before gripping the head board with one hand and the hair on top of his head with the other. Tugging him closer, I lowered my pussy onto his mouth, groaning when i felt soft pressure of his tongue against my center, licking tentatively. 

Jungkook knew what he was doing, and he licked into me with practiced ease tongue slipping into my slit, curling against the walls, before tracing circles around my clit. He used his lips to suckled on the hardened nub , following it up with quick little licks and i slipped a hand between my legs, stuffing three fingers into my cunt to get myself off faster. 

“Oh...fuck... I want... “ I could feel myself shaking and he sped up his movement, licking my lit in quick little strokes and my orgasm hit me like a wave, drowning me in pleasure. I scooted down before losing my strength, collapsing on top of him. The orgasm having knocked me right out of my headspace. I was trembling and shaking, lethargic and completely out of it. 

”Baby...you okay?” Jungkook’s concerned voice came from above and I whimpered. 

“I’m... I’m sorry.... I’m so tired... I...” 

“Don’t worry baby .. i got you. “

I heard the sound of wood splintering and blinked, glancing up. Jungkook had tugged his hands free from the restraint, breaking the headboard in the process. 

I gawked at the scene in disbelief. 

“Did you just....?”

He grabbed the hem of my dress, ripping it up and off me quickly. 

“Fuck..... want to pound you into the fucking mattress my little princess... Such a little tiger aren’t you kitten... so fierce and hot... i loved it baby...you were so good to me ...made me feel so fucking good...” He maneuvered me onto my back and i felt myself blushing at the praise, face heating up as i gripped his shoulders. 

He grabbed the back of my thigh, spreading my legs before lining himself up against my pussy. 

“Fuck...” He slid right in , knocking the breath out of me and i clung to him, whimpering as he pounded into me, hips working so fact I was sure I was going to have trouble walking for a week after this. 

I could feel my orgasm build from the sheer intensity of the thrusts, the hard thick length of his cock pounding into my cunt till i felt swollen and bruised and tender and when it finally tore through me , i was drooling a little, eyes damp with tears and fingers numb from gripping him too hard. 

Jungkook fucked me through the orgasm and chased his own each push of his hips leaving me battered and I bit my lips to stay conscious . When he finally stilled, his cock throbbing as he came for the second time, filling my insides with the wet warmth of his cum, I felt myself shake like a leaf caught in a  storm, my entire body ice cold and trembling. A thin layer of sweat coated my body and I was pretty sure I wouldn’t recover from this for a really long time

“My pretty pretty queen....” He whispered , pressing kisses all over my face as he hugged me closer and I mewled at the warmth of him. 

“Don’t leave me .” i whispered, unable to fight the tug of sleep and exhaustion. 

“I’m right here, baby.” His voice was soothing against my ear as he held me closer. 

Maybe I could have him after all. 

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Author’s note : okay. well. that happened.  if you don’t give me feedback this will be the last smut scene. 

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[boat-dock]

chapter 4 of my Hosie fic

a little angst, a little tension, and a lot of Hope worrying 

Hope was standing on the far side of the room so there was a bed between her and the twins. As much as she wanted to be alone right now she needed to know that they were ok after everything that happened. 

Josie’s eyes light up when she saw Hope and she opened her mouth to speak but Hope beat her to it,” are you ok?” trying to stop her voice from shaking. 

“Are we ok?” Lizzie gaped,” what about you Hope you actually died,” they both moved toward but she backed away. She couldn’t trust herself not around them, not around anyone. It would get better with time, she would learn control, but right now she was an unstable baby vamp. Caroline had called her family and they would be here tomorrow night to bring her home, just for a little while, till she got used to her new situation. It had been far too long since she’s seen her family or just been back to New Orleans, so maybe this would be for the best. She would miss her friends and this school but she’d come back. 

“Of course I’m ok.  We all knew this was coming,” she replied motioning to herself to emphasize her point. Her becoming a vampire was inevitable it was literally in her blood. “ I mean it’s strange and different but I’ll get used to it.” 

“Of course you’ll get used to it,” Josie stated,” but that’s not what we asked. We asked if you’re ok now.” Hope couldn’t help the small grin that appeared on her face. It was nice to have friends who cared enough to check on her even when she pushed them away. She’s been trying to work on the pushing people away thing but change is never easy. 

“I don’t really want to talk about it but I willing to listen if you guys need to talk about anything.” 

“We don’t really want to talk either,” Lizzie answered,” which is why we have barricaded ourselves in your room because no one in their right mind would bust down your door to get to us tonight.” she wasn’t wrong, everyone had left pretty quickly as soon as Hope told them too. People were always afraid to come into her room, Hope was used to that, what she wasn’t used to was people using it as a sanctuary. 

Hope walked swiftly to her dresser and pulled out two pairs of pajamas,” you’re always welcome here,” she said as she tossed them to the twins. Hope turned her back as they changed, doing her best to give them privacy. 

When they were dressed Hope noticed the cut on Lizzie’s head,” Hey Liz, that cut on your head do you want me to heal it?” she’s seen her aunt Freya use a simple healing spell for things just like this before. 

“ Thanks but no thanks, I’m steering clear of vampire blood at the moment.” 

“ No blood,” Hope says,” just a spell. At that, Lizzie nodded her head and Hope moved in to do the spell. It should have been a basic spell, one she’d been doing since she was 10, not that it was taught at school, but then the blood hit her. It was barely there and dried but the smell still caused Hope’s fangs to slide out. She stumbled back as she felt the veins crawling down her face. “ Never mind,” was all she could choke out, hoping the twins wouldn’t notice. 

Of course, they did.” Are you alright?” Josie asked in a soft voice, pushing her dark hair out of her face. 

Before she could respond Lizzie cut in,” this could be good practice. Come try again Hope this time focus on the magic, not the blood,”  she was right, Hope could do this, it was a simple spell and her magic was begging to be used right now. She placed her hand on Lizzie’s forehead over the gash. Focus on the Magic, not the blood she repeated to herself. With the amount of magic Hope has, magic always came easy, most of the time she didn’t even need to speak, she could just will the magic to do what she needed. That’s what she was doing now, she pushed her magic out with a low hum in the back of her throat and focused on the magic flowing out of her. 

“Wow,” Lizzie breathed, examining her newly healed head in the mirror,” you have to teach me that.” 

Hope put distance between herself and the twins, by moving to her window seat on the other side of the room. “ you guys take the bed I’ll sleep over here.”

 “What no, we aren’t kicking you out of your bed,” Josie said shocked that Hope would even suggest that, “ it’s not like we haven’t all shared a bed before.”

“Yes but as you saw earlier I don’t have the best control right now.” Hope tried to keep her voice light, so they could move on from all this. Josie wasn’t thinking the same thing. She was next to Hope on the window seat in seconds,” Hope you have more self-control than anyone I know. With the amount of power that you have the fact that you don’t lose it every single day is amazing. That being said,” Josie rolled up her sleeve and held out her wrist to Hope,” drink,”

 “No way,” Hope said leaning away from Josie,” no way, am I feeding on you. Your parents would kill me.” 

“My parents will never know and I trust you, Hope.” she gulped as Josie held her eyes, once again pushing her exposed wrist toward her.

“And if anything goes wrong,” Lizzie started.

“Which it won’t,” Josie interrupted.“

Of course it won’t, but if it does I’ll be right here to stop it.” this was not happening, this could not happen. “It’s practice Hope just like the spell, once you know you’re in control you’ll be able to relax,” 

Hope’s eyes were wide with fear as her fangs slipped out. This was a bad idea, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself from biting Josie’s wrist. All thoughts left her mind and all she could think about was the blood. The hunger was overwhelming and unending, there was no way anything in the world could be this good. Hope was bordering on euphoria.

 Josie’s words cut through her trance,” that’s enough Hope,” she dug her teeth in deeper, ” Hope,” she ground out

. Hope pulled back and sucked in a deep breath to settle herself, Josie pulled her hand away and applied pressure to stop the bleeding. When Hope’s breathing returned to normal and her eyes looked human again Josie placed her hand on her shoulder,” Good job Hope, I knew you could do it,” they locked eyes again for a moment and all Hope could here was Josie’s heartbeat.

 “Can we go to bed now, it’s been a crazy few months and I’m beat.” against her better judgment Hope ended up sandwiched between the twins trying and failing to get some sleep. Lizzie was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, Hope could tell by her breathing. Josie, however, laid away and silent for about half an hour. 

“Hope,” she whispered in the dark,” you awake?” she shifted so she was facing Hope.“

Yeah, can’t sleep?” she asked trying to keep her voice low so she didn’t wake up Lizzie.

“no,” was all Josie answered. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Lizzie answered that question earlier, Hope realized, not Josie. Guilt pooled in Hope’s stomach as she realized just how easily she’d overlooked what Josie needed. She couldn’t do that again.

Josie was quiet for a moment and Hope almost that she fell asleep. She leaned in closer to Hope,” it’s just all so messed up,” she muttered laying her head on Hope’s shoulder,” between the prison world, Kai, and you- you died Hope right in front of me,” Josie sniffled and Hope’s heart broke in two. She hadn’t meant to worry Josie, everything she’d done was to keep her safe.

Hope linked their hands together,” I’m here Jo and I will never happen again literally.” her attempt at humor didn’t hit his mark, so she squeezed her hand hard.” I don’t know if your mom told you this Jo, but your parents called my family,” Hope paused unsure of how to tell the brunette that she was leaving,” they’re sending me home.” 

“No- no they can’t do that,” Josie stuttered. Even in the dark Hope could see the panicked look on Josie’s face. 

“It’s just till I adjust, “ Hope tried,” they think it’s what’s for the best.” 

“When do you leave,” 

“They should be here tomorrow night to pick me up.” Josie didn’t answer, instead, she dug her face into Hope’s neck, it was wet with tears. “ hey stop don’t cry,” Hope said as she pulled Josie’s face-up and wiped the tears away with her thumb. 

“You’re going to come back aren’t you?” Josie asked locking eyes with Hope.

“Of course, I’ve always come back haven’t I?” Hope wasn’t expecting an answer and Josie didn’t provide one, all she did was smile. That smile warmed Hope like a ray of sunshine.

They stayed like that for a moment just enjoying each other’s presence, Hope didn’t think she could ever get tired of looking at Josie. When Josie broke the silence it was with a complete change of subject that threw Hope for a loop,” what’s going to happen when your family gets here,” she inquired,” are they going to kill uncle Matt for what he did to you?” 

It would be a lie to say that Hope wasn’t worrying about the same thing, “not if I can help it and don’t worry I’ve got a plan.” she replied,” but that plan starts with us getting some sleep.” If only it were that easy, even when Hope closed her eyes, Josie never did. She stared unabashedly at Hope for what felt like an eternity before Hope spoke up,” what is it Jo?” she asked her annoyance giving way to laughter.

“You had a crush on me.” Josie snickered. It wasn’t a question, but a statement.

“Lizzie told you,” Hope groaned, turning her face away. She was honestly surprised Lizzie hadn’t told her twin before, but that didn’t mean she was prepared for the conversation that was going to follow.

“Can I ask why?” 

Hope blinked against the darkness for a moment waiting for the right words to come, but they didn’t, not her own words anyway someone else’s,” who wouldn’t.” a grin spread across both their faces,” now get some sleep, I’m serious.” 

They both did eventually and actually slept rather peacefully. She woke up to the sound of her bedroom door slamming with a loud bang, Josie did too, they both jumped awake and frantically looked for the what caused the sound. All they found was a note left on Lizzie’s side of the bed which was surprisingly empty. Hope read the note aloud,” gone to make amend with mom, left breakfast on the table - heart Lizzie.” She was glad Lizzie had gone to talk to Caroline, but the rest of it didn’t make sense,” wait Lizzie can’t cook.”

“And she didn’t,” Josie answered reaching to the bedside table and grabbing a tray.” pop-tarts and chocolate milk. Oh and a blood bag.” 

Hope laughed slightly, at least she was making an effort,” well I’m not one to pass up breakfast in bed.” they sat and ate together, simply enjoying each other’s company. Hope figured this would be the last peaceful moment she’d have for a while, as soon as she steps outside this room, all eyes will be on her. Hope finished the pop-tart rather quickly and moved on to the blood. 

She ripped it open and started drinking without even thinking. She nearly choked on the blood,” oh god that’s vile,” she groaned,” animal blood.” 

“Not as good as the real thing?” Josie asked sipping her chocolate milk.

“Not even close,” Hope answered before deciding that she needed to drink the rest despite the taste. If she was going to continue going to school here she’d have to get used to it.

“Did I taste good?” that was a very loaded question. Hope’s eyebrows shot up but she quickly composed herself and put on a classic Mikaelson smirk.

“I don’t think you want me to answer that,” the question threw her but most things about Josie did that these days. 

Hope had no idea when they’d gotten this close to each other.” I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want an answer.” Josie retaliated with a smirk of her own and Hope’s heart skipped a beat. 

“What do you want me to say, Josie, that’s it’s all I can think about. “ Hope’s traveled to Josie’s lips then to her neck. She could feel Josie’s breath before she pulled away breaking the tension between them. 

She was off the bed and to the door before Josie even knew what was happening, ” come on Jo I told you I had plans today, wanna help?” 

[fanficparker]

My Home (Part 17)

Peter Parker x Reader

Part 17… Peter Parker

Word count: 1.88 k words

Warnings: Angst, Some action, big fantasy words, swearing

A/n: Tell me if you want to get added to the TAGLIST of My Home! For more parts see ‘MASTERLIST’ in my profile description! Taglist in the reblogged post. Tell me if you wanna get added :) PS: IF YOU COULD REBLOG IT, THE FIC ISN’T GETTING MUST ATTENTION ON TUMBLR….

Peter’s POV:

"What do you mean by was still alive? Does she --- is she dead?!" I was hunted by my own words.

"Well yeah! I tried my best not to kill her. But she didn't tell me where the ring was. Stubborn wasn't she?" that evil Dorothea spoke up with a pout.

I clenched my fists tight, so tight that if I had longer nails they must have pierced through my suit and skin. My eyes felt like they were burning as tears rushed down my face, hidden under my mask.

The word 'was' associated with Y/n was too much for me to bear!

First Uncle Ben! And now Y/n!

It's my mistake every time, Uncle Ben was trying to make me understand things and I ran off, leaving him alone to deal with the danger following him. And Y/n! She wasn't telling me, rather she was begging me that she has changed, she wanted to protect our planet, but I let her go. I handed her to death itself!

"And most importantly, Liz doesn't deserve Peter."

And Peter doesn't deserve Y/n. Because I deserve to be alone.

"Where are you lost Spider, Spider-Man? That's what people call you right?" she asked in her nonchalant voice.

I can't let her know that I'm broken. I have to be strong. Come on Spider-Man, you gotta save the world, that's what Y/n wanted before dying right?!

"Don't waste my time. Just tell me where the ring is?" she questioned again, dramatically blowing air over her long black nails.

I don't think her nail polish is wet.

Her thin, long arms with those disgusting long black nails made her look like a 70s vampire.

"The ring? Do you mean a wedding ring? Well I'm in no mood of marrying you."

"Uff..." she groaned tilting her head back in frustration. "And I'm in no mood of spreading pedophilia, kid. Just give me that ring."

"What's your actual plan? Let's get a straight deal- if you tell me what's your plan, I'll tell you where the ring is! " I raised my eyebrows. I literally have no interest in talking to her but I'm trying to buy some time to think of a valid plan, but in reality, I have zero idea what am I gonna do with her.

"I like deals. Okay, you little humans should know what Queen Thea has planned for you. Believe me, it is for your own benefits."

"That's what all bad guys say. I'm used to it. Just tell me what's your plan. Ruling over the world sounds cliché to me. I hope you got something new."

"Cliché. I don't do cliché. I do real..."

"Shit?"

"Business!"

"You're doing it for money. Dollars work on your planet too?!"

She groaned again at my comment.

She tries to remain calm, but gets irritated really soon - weakness noted!

She took a deep sigh before continuing her words.

"Business in the sense that both the communities will be benefited. Humans and... better humans, that's me and my people. With the power of all 3 rings, I could manipulate every element on Earth. With that, I will get the whole Earth under-water as you did with our pretty Atlantis."

"What?! How's it beneficial? Aren't all living creatures gonna die? "

"Think far! Future consequences! You must have read it in school- 'Life originated from the sea', therefore, with so much quantity of biomass underwater, new organisms will evolve, better people, better humans, a new Earth, no more pollution, greenhouse effect. No more crimes! A whole new start. A better start! A better life!"

"That's rubbish! Senseless! You call it science! Are you insane?!" I blurted out, my eyes squinted, nose scrounged. "And what benefit is it gonna give to your people?" I questioned.

"It will take about a billion years for the advance species to take over, by that time we Chromicoms can make use of the vacant area, you know. Chromicom isn't a really big planet like your Earth, and we deserve to stretch our arms. Relax!" she yawned waving her hand on her mouth.

"How the fuck you can feel sleepy at this time?" I exclaimed in surprise.

"Because I don't need to work," she said and I could hear some banging noise behind my back plus my tingling spidey senses. And in a split second, the debris of the exploded museum building felt like moving. I looked back at Dorothea in utter confusion, her hands were waving in the air, the two rings she was wearing looked exactly the same like the one Y/n used, but they were shining.

Whenever Y/n used the ring it never glowed, but her rings were glowing.

I looked back at the flinting sound, amplified. The small stones were floating in the air, joining with each other. For a minute I was just seeing how the rocks and stones got lifted and got attached with each other, and finally when I could understand, 3 dog like creatures made of stones were running towards me!

What the fuck! She can manipulate objects? Antikeímenokinesis! Are you kidding me? Can anyone fucking provide me with the list of all possible supernatural powers? At least I could come prepared!

Upon realizing those stone creatures were trying to knock me out, I webbed the top of the nearby tower swinging, but one of the 3 stone creatures threw its hand on me, by hand I mean a big piece of rock cutting my web, making me fall on the ground. I groaned as my bones dug into my skin pressed against the concrete pavement. I couldn't even get up when all 3 of them got on me.

I would have really pet them if they weren't made of stone. They are freakin' crushing me under their weight, their hard stone body felt like jabbing through my skin. It's so painful, feels like giant rocks were rolling all over my body. They were sniffing on me, trying to smell. Can stones even smell?!

One of the dogs stopped just at my suit pocket, the exact place I kept Y/n's ring in. My heart skipped an uncomfortable number of beats. I have to get up and face this. I pushed off those stone creatures webbing them up.

"You got the ring, right! Just give it to me, and you'll be able to meet Y/n... after death," she said walking towards me.

"Well... That's not gonna happen." I announced swinging again to the tower.

At least she can't fly.

"You don't want these innocent citizens to die, right?!" she said in a dramatic sad tone, making my swinging come to a halt. I twisted my neck only to see a small coffee shop packed with people afraid of this bombarding of the museum, surrounded by a ring of flames. Dorothea's rings were glowing again, she was directing the fire from the exploded museum towards the coffee shop

Pyrokinesis...

Why do villains enjoy blackmailing us? Can't they just fight us instead of involving any innocent life in between? They do the exact opposite cause they are the bad guys. And now I'm the good guy, so I gotta do my job.

"Leave them alone, and fight me!"

And she directed the fire nearer to the coffee shop. The screaming of the people amplified, some people were even tapping the transparent windows violently with a frightning face.

"Just give me that ring, and I won't hurt them." She was affirmed.

I didn't respond, looking for ways to stop her, but how? Can't I just web her up? With that inanimate object controlling power, it won't stand a chance.

The screams became ear-splitting. The Gas Station just next to the coffee shop was making things worse.

"Okay, I give up." I couldn't let her take over those innocent citizens in cold blood. She smirked, the fire became still like someone has pressed the pause button. She stretched her arm, a stone flew towards me. She shook her head, indicating me to put that ring on it. Even though I hated doing this, but I can't let them die like that, maybe I could figure out something afterwards. My shaky hands put down the ring on the stone and it swiftly flew back to her. She instantly lifted the ring, sliding it on one of her fingers.

"Now leave them." I repeated. She only replied me with a smile, but not just a smile, the evil smile.

"Nooooo... " I screamed and abruptly some metal rods came flying to me, pinning my arms and feet tightly to the tower I was leaning on. I couldn't make any move, the metal rods were too much for my strength, why am I not Captain America?!!!! My freakin' super strength isn't enough to rip off these thick metal rods.

My eyes widened as the flames rose up again, travelling towards the coffee shop, the screaming voices hit my ears again, my vision getting blurry.

"Why are you doing this? I gave you the ring!" my throat felt like choking. "You guys should get yourself ready to see the mass deaths, it's just the start... Like an inauguration." she gloated, utter satisfaction and pleasure in her voice.

"Please" I begged, my voice fainter than before. She looked away enjoying the painful screams. I flutter shut my eyes tight, seeing myself losing, seeing innocent people dying, begging for mercy.

But in the other minute, I fell on the concrete floor again, my back hitting the floor, accompanied by a loud noise of splashing water. I opened my eyes immediately, only to see the whole place drenched in water. The fire was extinguished. Dorothea was too drenched in water. She was pulling back her now wet hairs in disbelief, appearing surprised as 'what just happened?', just like me.

Before I could think further I could hear the loud whooshing sound of the wind, the small pebbles and leaves that were lying on the ground previously got pushed farther due to the rising air currents, so were the bits of paper and Dorothea's long wet hairs.

And with a swift movement, the wind speed multiplied about a hundred times, knocking out Dorothea, making her fall on the ground.

"Sorry for kicking your candy ass." Another voice, that voice I was dying to hear caught my ears. I turned my lying body, only to see a tornado of dark winds. It was all I could see at the first sight, but it soon started diminishing as a small figure started to appear. And at that moment, she was standing right in front of me.

"Y/n." my lips automatically formed the words.

"Seems like you missed me already." she grinned, walking towards me helping me stand.

"So, you-you are alive?" No matter I felt extremely happy, but hell surprised at the same time.

"It's a long story." she reckoned.

"You tricked me into thinking you were dead. Of course I have time."

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Tom and Lin-Manuel: An Appreciation/Jealous Rant

Every writer has a golden period – a chunk of time when her brain is ripest, when the veins he is tapping are the richest, when the ideas, big and small, spill out over the sides of the bucket instead of having to be patiently collected like drops of rain off a leaf. This is true for songwriters, playwrights, novelists, screenwriters, anyone who writes anything in any genre. Go look at John Hughes’s IMDb page and marvel at his golden period, which I would bookend as 1983-1990. It’s outrageous. He wrote Vacation, Mr. Mom, Sixteen Candles, The Breakfast Club, Weird Science, Pretty in Pink, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Some Kind of Wonderful, Planes, Trains, and Automobiles, Uncle Buck, and Home Alone in eight years. Eight years?! That’s absurd.

But then look at his next 20 years. You won’t find one movie that is better than the worst one he wrote in those seven years. The vein ran dry. It always does. That’s just the deal.

Tom Petty’s golden period never ended. Or, at least, the silver periods on either side of his golden period were seemingly infinite. No matter where you think he peaked -- Full Moon Fever, or Wildflowers, or Damn the Torpedoes -- the decades on either side were wonderful. He was great from the moment he released his first album in 1977 to the day he died last month. For forty years he wrote, and wrote, and wrote, and the songs he wrote were good or great or amazing.

Tom Petty wrote “Breakdown” and “American Girl” in 1977. He wrote “You Don’t Know How it Feels” seventeen years later, in 1994. He wrote “You Got Lucky” in 1982, “King’s Highway” in 1992, “The Last DJ” in 2002. He wrote “I Won’t Back Down,” “Runnin’ Down a Dream,” Free Fallin’,” “Love is a Long Road,” “A Face in the Crowd,” Yer So Bad,” and “The Apartment Song,” and “Depending on You,” all in 1989, and they were all on the same album, and that’s absurd.

He wrote “Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around” in 1981 and “Big Weekend” in 2006. He wrote every song on Wildflowers – and they are all great – in or around 1994. He wrote fifty other great songs I haven’t named yet, like “Don’t Come Around Here No More” and “Jammin Me.” He wrote great songs you've heard a million times, and great songs you've maybe never heard, like "Billy the Kid" (1999) and "Walls" (1996) which was buried on the soundtrack to She's the One.  He took a break from the Heartbreakers and casually released “End of the Line” and “Handle With Care” and “She’s My Baby” with the Traveling Wilburys in 1989-90. He wrote “Refugee” in 1980 and “I Should Have Known It�� in 2010. Is there any rock and roll songwriter alive who wrote two songs that good, 30 years apart? (Paul McCartney wrote “Hey Jude” in 1968, and only 12 years later he wrote “Wonderful Christmas Time,” which is so bad it nearly retroactively undid “Hey Jude.”)

He wrote about rock and roll things, like ’62 Cadillacs, getting out of this town, and dancing with Mary Jane. He wrote about love and loss and heartbreak. He wrote legitimately funny jokes, and moribund memories, and personal narratives, and imaginative flights of fancy. One of his characters calls his father his “old man” and it somehow isn’t cheesy. He was from Florida and California and wrote about both of them, and every time I’m on Ventura Boulevard I think of vampires, because the images he wrote are indelible. 

Petty didn’t just write songs directed at women, like most rock stars. He wrote about women, and he wrote for women, and he wrote with women. He treated the women in his songs as lovingly and respectfully as he treated the men. He cared about them as much, he spent as much time thinking about them, and he liked them as much, and all of that is rare.

He wrote simply, but not boringly. He made his characters three-dimensional, somehow, in a matter of seconds. There’s a famous (probably apocryphal) story about Hemingway bragging he could write an entire novel in six words, then writing: “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” I prefer the 18-word novel Petty wrote as the first verse to “Down South” –

Headed back down south Gonna see my daddy's mistress Gonna buy back her forgiveness Pay off every witness

When I was working on Parks and Recreation, whenever we needed a song to score an important moment in Leslie Knope’s life, we chose a Tom Petty song. It started with “American Girl,” when her biggest career project came to fruition. It was “Wildflowers” when she said goodbye to her best friend. It was “End of the Line” at the moment the show ended. For the seven seasons of our show, Tom Petty was the writer we trusted to explain how our main character was feeling, because he wrote so much, so well, for so long.

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It seems like a joke, Hamilton -- a joke in a TV show where one of the characters is a struggling New York actor, and is always dragging his friends to his terrible plays. Like Joey in Friends. There’s an episode of Friends where Joey is in a terrible musical called like Freud!, about Sigmund Freud, and you get to see some of it, and it’s predictably terrible. Freud! the musical is arguably a better idea than Hamilton the musical.

I’m far from the first person to say this -- I’m probably somewhere around the millionth person to write about Hamilton, and the maybe 500,000th to make this particular point, but it needs to be said -- a hip-hop Broadway musical about the founding fathers is an astoundingly terrible idea. Lin-Manuel Miranda should never have written it. As soon as he started to write it, he should’ve said to himself, “What the fuck am I doing?!” and stopped. And after he got halfway through, he should’ve junked it, gotten really drunk, and moved on with his life, and made his wife and friends swear to never mention the weird six months where he was trying to write a hip-hop musical about Alexander Hamilton. I literally guarantee you that when Lin-Manuel Miranda first told his friends what he was writing, every one of them reacted with at best a frozen smile, and at worst a horrified recoiling. Some of them might have been outwardly encouraging – “sounds awesome bud! Go get 'em!” But then later, alone, they would call each other and say What the fuck is he doing?

There is a moment, in Hamilton, when what you are watching overwhelms you. (It’s not the same moment for everyone, but most everyone has one, I suspect.) It’s the moment when the enormity, the complexity, the meaning of it, the entirety of it, overpowers you, and you realize that what you are experiencing is new – new both in your specific life, and new, like, on Earth.  The first time I saw it, that moment was a line in the middle of “Yorktown.” Hamilton sang the line And so the American experiment begins / With my friends all scattered to the winds, and I burst into tears in a way I hadn’t since I was 10 and a baseball went through a guy’s legs in the World Series. Something about how casually he says that – And so the American experiment begins – just settled over me, like a collapsing tent, and this thing I was watching wasn’t in front of me, it was everywhere around me, and it was exhilarating and transformative.

(If I could put this part in a footnote, I would, but I don’t know how to, so: I should mention that I am very far from a musical theater aficionado. I have seen maybe eight musicals in my life. Not only did I not expect to cry, hard, during Hamilton, I did not expect to enjoy it. I saw it like a week after it opened on Broadway, kind of on a whim, knew nothing about it, and the last thing I said to my wife, as the lights went down, was: “We’ll leave at intermission.”)

The second time I saw it, that moment came much earlier (I knew what I was getting into, this time, so I was more ready to be subsumed). It came barely three minutes in, when the entire cast of the show, in a piece of choreography that can best be referred to as “badass,” all walk down to the very front of the stage and stand, shoulder to shoulder, and sing very loudly about how Alexander Hamilton never learned to take his time. The cast has, to this point, trickled on stage, slowly, one by one, telling you Hamilton’s origin story, and then suddenly there they all are, all of them -- maybe 20? 50? It seems like 1000? – as close to the audience as they can get, and they are every size and ethnicity and gender, and their voices are loud, and I thought to myself, oh my God, this is a cast of people descended from every nation on Earth, all singing about the foundations of the American experience, and yes I “knew” that, intellectually, but holy shit, now that I see them all, I know it, like in my stomach, I understand it, and what a thing that is.

The third time I saw Hamilton, that moment was during “It’s Quiet Uptown,” when this enormous, sprawling, improbable, otherworldly, multi-ethnic, historical, art tornado presses pause on all of its historical-cultural-ethno-sociological-artistic investigations, and spends four and a half spare minutes with a couple who are grieving an unimaginable tragedy.  Specifically, it was the lines

Forgiveness Can you imagine? Forgiveness Can you imagine?

What a thing to do, for your characters -- to give them four and a half minutes in the middle of an enormous, sprawling, historical swirl, to just be sad. What a piece of writing that is.

(Again, should be a footnote, but: as long as I’m talking about writers here, I should point out that if the late Harris Wittels were alive, he would, at this moment, text me and hit me with a “humblebrag” for writing about how I have seen Hamilton three times, and he would be right. Miss you Harris!)

In the hundreds of hours of my life I have spent thinking about Hamilton since I first saw it – far more hours than any other single piece of art I have ever experienced – I have revisited that same thought over and over: he never should’ve written it. It was an absurd thing to do. It took him a year to write the title song, then another year to write the second song, and how did he not give up when two years had gone by and he’d written two songs?  He must’ve known in his heart it needed to be a 50-song, 2 1/2-hour enterprise, and he had two songs after two years, and he kept going. How did he keep going? I've been trying to write this blog post about two writers I admire for different reasons since the week Tom Petty died, and I’ve almost given up five times.

At this point, the entire musical is that "moment" for me. It's the whole thing, now – the thing that overwhelms me is the whole thing. The conception of it, the writing of it, the rewriting of it. The music and the motifs and the themes and the threads and the dramatic shape and the characters and their inner lives, and the eagle-eye writer’s view it took to keep all of that in his head, all of it, the whole time. The writing of it. The utterly impossible writing of it. 

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Literally dead right now. I have come back as something vaguely zombie like

Waking to a dark and wet room, Eren groaned as consciousness slowly returned. Trying to move, he began panicking as the realisation he was chained down set in. Struggling harder, the cold metal bit into his wrists and ankles, no matter how hard he strained he couldn't free himself "I never thought you'd be the one to seek me out, Eren. What brings you so far from the safety of your walls?" The metal door to his cell scraped and creaked, he was temporarily blinded as the gas lamp was set down beside his bed as Zeke sat by his hip, his so called brother than placing his hand on his shoulder "You don't need to be so scared of me" "Then let me out these chains!" "I can't do that" "Let me out of these chains!" Tears were in his eyes, his body trying to shrink from the metal and from Zeke's presence "I persuaded them that we need to talk. I can't let you out of these chains until I know why you're here" "Why do you care? You left us for dead!" "I didn't leave you for dead" "Levi was bleeding out! I was pregnant!" "Not so loud. Do you really want them knowing about Levi?" "What do you care? You said it was all a sin!" "You have to understand..." "What? What do I have to understand?" "It was for your own good" "Right. Leaving us there was for our good. Taking my journal and papers were for my own good! Levi nearly died and I nearly lost my children" "Why are you here Eren? Why come this far from the safety of the walls?" "I don't know. Why would you come to find me? You said you wanted to save me, but from what?" "None of that matters now" "It does to me. If you're not going to answer me, then let me go" "The people I work for aren't just going to let you go. They're already suspicious of your physique" The man was infuriating. All he wanted was a straight answer... but Zeke wouldn't give him anything "You mean because I have breasts and a penis? Or did they already figure out I give birth through my arsehole" "You don't need to be crass" "You're the one sitting there with all the fucking answers! Your stupid men took me from my fiancé and my children" "Children?" "That's right. You're a fucking uncle. Congratulations" Spitting the words at Zeke, he slumped back against his chains "The children... they survived" "A boy and a girl. Not that you care" "Eren..." "She's sick. That's why we came out here, so she didn't have to die inside the walls..." He wanted his babies. He wanted them so much... and he wanted his words to stop "... That's why I need to get back to her" "Normally the child doesn't survive the birth. The mixing of the bloodlines creates sick children, and results in the death of the mother" "I'm fucking fine. Now let me go" "Why? When I let you go, where will you go? Back to the walls? To the people who tortured you?" "That's none of your business" "You could stay here" "No thanks. I'd rather face a hundred werewolves than be your prisoner" "Stop being stubborn" "I'm good. Levi tells me that all the time, but it's never happened for him. What makes you think it's going to happen for you?" "I'm your blood brother" "No. You're the son of Grisha. You're not my brother, you're just someone else who was abandoned by him. Which you should know all about from stealing my journal" "We couldn't come back empty handed" "Sina. Levi was right about you. You really are an arsehole. Go away" "Eren, I suggest you have a good long thing about what is being offered here, and think about your current situation. If you cooperate, I'll do what I can for Levi" Leaving him still chained, Zeke took the lantern with him. Alone in the dark, surrounded by the stench of wet rot Eren cried himself to sleep. Eren hated the complex they'd locked him away in. Zeke would come to talk at him so often things just blurred into one. Being trapped beneath the grounds and in chains, his mind ran circles. He'd lost all perception of time. His breasts ached from not being able to feed his children, while body wouldn't stop shaking with fear. When people came with Zeke, they always stood back, watching him with a bored disinterest. It didn't matter what he said or did, they didn't touch him or move to help. They didn't have to. The strangers brought with them the scent that brought the memories of Levi being shot to the front of his mind. He had no doubt that they'd been there when Levi had been shot. The unwelcome visits would have been tolerable, if they were only issue with his only accomodation... At first he'd thought he hallucination. The first time he'd seen them, the first time he heard them, he thought his fragile mind had broken, before remembering such things actually existed. Ghosts. Isabel and Sai had been so sweet. Isabel had just wanted one last chance to eat and tell Levi it was all ok, while Sai had wanted to be with his mother again. But these ghosts. They screamed and wailed, as if they didn't even know they were dead. They pleaded for their lives. They pleaded to go home. For the pain to stop. He must sound insane as he begged them to stop. He couldn't even cover his ears with his hands to drown them out. The constant noise made him whimper in pain. His head throbbing from the lack of sleep their screaming brought. He'd escaped one hell, and now he was being broken all over again... Eren didn't know how long he was left to go insane before Zeke came for him. This time he was accompanied by a tall woman with a fierce hair cut, and a fiercer look on her face. Unlike Zeke's usual companions, she actually dared to come close to him. He dimly remembered Zeke calling her "Yelena" and warning her not to get close. Yelena had been the one to undo his chains, before his wrists were shackled and Zeke pulled him from his bed. Taking him by the elbow, the man supported him as they moved from the cell. Marched through the complex, he'd had half expected to be taken to be executed, instead, he was lead to the strangest cage he'd ever seen. Backing the facility, thick wire formed the walls, doors set at the end of it all, with walkways running either side of the enclosure. Closing his eyes, he relished the silence, and the cold night wind "Yelena, you may leave us" "As you wish, Commander Zeke" Commander? That would place Zeke at the same rank as Erwin... nothing about Zeke's manner hoods was remotely Commander material. Zeke was a coward and arsehole... on second thought... "Eren, I thought we could talk?" "Why?" "Because you're my brother. No matter what you say" "You say that like it means anything" His voice was gravelly and his throat tender from his screams and cries "Here, it does. It's not like I want to keep you caged down there" "Of course you don't... if you're going to kill, me be done with it" "I'm not going to kill you. I want to save you" "From what? What makes me worth saving?" "Because you're special" Eren snorted, stumbling out of Zeke's hold as he opened his eyes "Special? How am I special?" "For what you are" "A freak? A monster? A shifter?" "You're not a freak or a monster, not to our clan" "Really? Can everyone around here shift? Or is just me and you? And those two men you bring with you?" "Reiner and Bertholdt. And no. Our blood makes us special" "We have the same blood as everyone inside the walls, so why do they all have to die?" "Because they abandoned their wolf. They turned their back on the rules of the world to build their den of sin" "Do you know how crazy you sound right now? A den of sin? Werewolves, Lycan's, vampires, ghouls and ghosts. Some den of sin that is" "Eren. There are things you don't understand" "No. There are thing you don't understand. My fiancé is half-vampire. His adoptive sister was a fucking ghost. My adopted sister is half-vampire. My children are half-vampire and half-werewolf halves, so they're more human than both. You just want information from me, and I don't know anything. You're the one with all the answers! You're the one who broke through the rubble we worked so hard to block Shinganshima up with. You attacked Trost and Hermina. You attacked the Government! How many people had to die because of you?" Zeke snapped back "Don't pretend you're innocent" "I never said I was. But why do we have to die like cattle? What did we ever do to any of you? Nothing. We didn't even know about you..." "So we've been told" "What does that mean? Did you find innocent people to torture?" "Eren... I know you don't believe me, but you're part of something so much larger than you could ever believe" "Well hurray for me. Do you even feel bad for all the people you killed?" "Some of them deserved it" "How?! Did they hurt you?!" "No. They hurt you. I read what they did to you. What you're Government did to you. How could I do nothing?!" Eren's stomach rolled, he barely had time to clamp his hand to his mouth before vomiting into his mouth "Eren. How can you support the Government after what they did to you? In our people, you, you're special and so very rare..." Swallowing hard, Eren shook his head "No. I'm just me" "Men don't fall pregnant" "It helps when your father experiments on you. He already admitted he did this to me intentionally" "You were this when you were born" "That's not true..." "Eren..." "It's not fucking true! Ok! He wrote it in his journal! He injected me with werewolf DNA! He made me into this!" "We're born with our wolf..." "I don't care. Just let me go" "I can't do that" "Then let me die" "I can't allow that to happen either" He tugged at his chains. He was sure he could shift into his Lycan form. It might mean losing his hands, but they'd regrow. Looking towards the doors, he wondered just how many steps it would take to cross the distance "Don't shift" "Why not? What's to stop me from shifting right now? I could destroy this whole complex in seconds" "They'd shoot you full of ghouls blood before you even finished the shift" "I'd rather take my chances than go back inside there" "Did you know, ghouls are the most common supernatural species outside this island" "How the fuck am I supposed to know something like that?" "This place is where the original research was done on them" Eren sighed. Zeke was going off on some tangent that made no sense to him at all "Those werewolves. They were all humans. All brought here to be experimented on. Vampires and Ghouls both share genetic markers with Werewolves" "Werewolves or us?" "Shifters like us are known as werewolves" "Because that doesn't make shit confusing" Swallowing again, he wished Zeke would just get to his point. His throat was way too tender for all this defensive bullshit his stubbornness was spitting "We were the original race. Everything stemmed from us" Oh fuck this "Yelena! I want to go back to my cell" "Eren" "Nope. I'm done. You make zero sense and you're fucking crazy..." His voice finally broke in a squeak, the rest of his insults forced to stay in his mind. Yelena mustn't've ventured far as she reappeared in the caged space moments after he called her name. Zeke wasn't happy "I didn't call for you" "He did" "He's..." "You're position as his brother already has you under suspicion for colluding with the enemy. It's best he's returned to his cell before any further incidents can occur" Nodding to Yelena, the woman glared until Zeke took hold of the chains of his shackles, pulling him towards the doors back inside. This time, he poured every ounce of concentration he could muster into remembering the route. It wasn't all that much. His brain feeling like the inside of his boots after training in the rain, but if he could just get to cage, he could shift and get free. Sometime between his conversation with Zeke and his new situation, Eren had passed out. One moment he'd been in the cell, the next he was waking in his new room. He'd been cleaned and changed into some kind of white uniform. His chains gone, but he didn't exactly need them anymore. He couldn't get the voices out his head. Hiding under his blanket, Eren had his hands covering his ears as he tried to pretend he was anywhere but trapped in some institution in the hands of his mentally unstable brother, listening to screaming ghosts. Zeke had already been by earlier, accompanying Reiner and Bertholdt as they rearranged his room for him. Instead of there being just one bed, there were now two. He was getting a room mate and the idea didn't thrill him at all. He knew he was growing more and more unstable. He had to fight to keep his wolf under control and locking an innocent person in with him, would more than likely lead to their death. Hearing the door sliding open again, he rocked harder. Broken fragments of sentences came from his lips as he begged the voices to leave him alone "Eren?!" Great. He'd gone so fucking crazy he was hallucinating Levi's voice. Feeling the bed dip, the blanket was pulled from free "Eren?!" "No... no. You're not real" "Eren, I'm here. We're here. Look at me" Shaking his head, Eren didn't want Levi to be here. If he was here, the twins were here... they were in danger... "Brat?" "Why? Why are you here?" "This was the only way I could get in... I surrendered to Zeke" "You idiot" "Rilee and Eli need you. They wouldn't take the milk powder... she's been getting worse without you" "You shouldn't be here" Placing his hands back over his ears, he curled into himself. There was no way Levi could be so stupid. * Reaching out to cup Eren's face, his brat whimpered at the gentle contact. This wasn't the best plan he'd ever had, but after scouting the facility, he'd found there wasn't actually any way in, other than through gates that delivered some kind of nasty shock when you touched them, and the front door. So, he'd walked to the front door, demanding to see Zeke... It'd taken roughly 30 seconds in the man's presence to see that something was definitely wrong with him. Whatever planet the man was living on, it wasn't the same as the rest if them. Surrendering to Zeke had been the only way to get to Eren. It'd come with a broken arm, curtesy to Zeke's disgusting bodyguards. No one needed to be that big or stupid looking, and it wasn't exactly smart taking a swing when they approached the twins... he didn't regret it. Now he was Eren, they could form a plan together... at least that had been the plan until he set eyes on his fiancé. The teen was in pain. He looked as if he hadn't slept since being taken, 4 days ago, and the fact he was covering his ears didn't sit well with him at all "Eren, its ok. Help is coming... here, you're safe now. I'm with you" Safe wasn't the word he'd first use to describe their current circumstances, but Eren needed to calm down. Laying Rilee down on the bed, the teen tried to scramble backwards from her, despite the fact his back was already against the wall "She needs feeding, so does Eli. He missed you. He wouldn't settle at all without you" Both children had started screaming the night Eren had left, only falling asleep once they'd exhausted themselves completely "No... no... no..." Mumbling the word over and over, Eren grappled fistfuls of his hair, scrunching his eyes tightly closed "Eren, you need to feed them" Denying him and their twins, Eren worked himself into a panic. Lifting Rilee back to him, his broken right arm protested. He really must be getting old if a simple fall lead to such a break "You're ok now. They're not going to touch you" It wasn't until Eren passed out that Levi could move him. Propping him up, he moved to sit behind him, taking charge of the need for their twins to feed. The room offered no privacy, Eren's breasts completely exposed as nursed both twins. By his maths, Mikasa and Armin should have reached the castle the day they'd parted, if not the day after. With travel time included, they should already be on their way to the coast, provided Erwin hadn't pulled some kind of political bullshit. If they could just hold out for a week or so, help would come. He'd left signs for them, letting them know there was danger and that they were both in the strange building. He'd never seen anything like it. The lights weren't gas. The glass didn't shatter on impact. Machines he couldn't have even dreamed about hummed, and the weaponry sent a chill down his spine. The night Eren had been taken, he'd watched it all unfold, knowing his blades wouldn't be able to touch them before they'd get a shot off. He'd prayed Eren would stay away, yet his stupid brat had got their attention, leading the danger from the house and leaving Levi to trail behind. He'd then scouted the building, finding no way in, so it had taken surrendering both his and Eren manoeuvre gear, as well as their horses for Zeke to finally accept his surrender and for him to bring him down to Eren. When the twins were fed, he moved them to the end of their bed, before taking his place behind Eren again. Even in his sleep, Eren's lips were moving, as if pleading. Whatever he'd been through, had royally fucked with his head. This bullshit was why he'd wanted to avoid Zeke completely. Eren woke with a screaming nightmare, jolting Levi's busted arm that was protectively wrapped around his fiancé's waist, while his left hand rested on Eren's head. Trying to curl away, his hands went straight to his ears "Brat, hey... shhh... shhhhh" "Levi?" "I'm here" "Make it stop" Make what stop? There was nothing making noise... other than Eren and the hum of the machinery "Eren, make what stop?" "The voices" Levi's heart fell. There were no voices... "Eren, no one's here" "They are... please... make it stop" "Come back here" Taking his hands, Eren didn't seem to notice Levi's arm as he placed them over his ears, before covering them with his own. This was going to be a problem. He needed Eren grounded and focused so they could talk about an escape plan... not scrunching his eyes up and covering his ears.