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Attack Of The Winter Wolf: Revealed

Summary- 7.7k Alpha Steve x Little One Reader. Steve and you pack up in the Stark Jet and head across the ocean, this time to Norway. Steve seems to think that there will be the answers needed to help your friends for good. Divider made by @firefly-graphics

Warnings- None

A/N- Those that have stuck with me through this, thank you. I hope this isn’t turning into a “what the hell are you trying to do Amber” kind of deal. Haha. I don’t have any real answers, its just whats coming out. Anyways, thank you for reading, as always its so appreciated to hear what your thoughts are on it. Happy Howling 🐺💙

Chapter Three / Masterlist

It was a rush the following morning, Steve and Tony were busy checking over the jet being loaned for the mission. Meanwhile Pepper showed you around the giant Stark Towers. The last time you had been here you were unconscious, not remembering any of it. Pepper’s heels clicking against linoleum, while you rushed after the fast paced Alpha who was doing two tasks at once. But once she led you on the elevator, hitting some buttons, she tucked her tablet under her arm, turning her attention to you with a relaxed smile.

“Dr. Banner has been wanting to officially meet you.” She stated as an explanation for the elevator ride. Twiddling your fingers, you shuffled foot to foot a bit nervous, only knowing the doctor had been where Steve rushed you to first when Pierce injected you.

When the elevator door dinged and the two of you stepped out to what looked like a medical wing. A dark haired man stepped out while flipping through a chart muttering to himself when Pepper cleared her throat. “Bruce, you have a visitor.” His head lifted, blinking at them from over his glasses frames, confused as to who would want to intrude on him. But then recognition crossed his features and he snapped his clipboard shut, striding over.

“Y/N! Pepper told me Steve was coming back this way for help, and I was hoping he would bring you.” His hand popped out to shake yours. You welcomed it with a tilt of your head, drawing in his scent. A part of you recognized him, the hint of warmth and freshness.

“ Dr.Banner a pleasure… Steve told me what you had done for me, thank you for everything.”

Bruce sputtered a bit, giving a shrug. “Ahh, I wasn’t able to do much, just send you along to someone better able to handle what happened to you. Umm, do you have a few minutes? I just really would like to ask you a few questions about your experience. If you are okay with that of course.” He added almost shyly and you smiled reassuringly.

“I have no problem with that Dr.Banner.”

“Bruce please.” Bruce looked expectantly at Pepper who checked her watch and nodded.

“We got time, Tony will have Friday call for us when the jet is ready.” Bruce immediately turned on his heels and led the two of you towards his office.

Steve went through the jet, checking all the gear stashed on board as well as settling in the controls chair to make sure he was familiar with everything before leaving Stark towers. Tony plopped in the one next to him, making the Alpha in Steve rumble at the intrusion but Steve was able to placate him.

“So off to Norway huh?” Tony leaned forward to enter the coordinates in the dash for the autopilot. “What's in Norway that can help you with everything?”

Steve growled as he continued going over the controls. “You saw the file Fury sent along Stark. You know exactly who is there.”

“Okay you got me.” Tony finished what he was doing and turned the chair to face Steve. “I also know he's basically a recluse now and the chance of you getting him to talk is almost nada, zip, zilch. What makes you think he's gonna spill what you need.”

“I have my ways…” Steve said coldly, his wolf growling softly at the other Alpha in his space.

Tony gave a mock shiver. “Alright alright… just be careful okay? I know we're not on the best terms Steve but I do have a lot of respect for what you are trying to do.”

Steve arched a brow and shook his head. “We’re not enemies Tony, I don’t happen to agree or appreciate that stunt you pulled with Ross. But I think now my stance on that shit is known. We can disagree and still be fine.” Tony next to him brushed it off while continuing with the switches, making his own adjustments to the system.

“I know Steve, it was still a shitty move on my part, bringing Ross into your home, where your mate was after everything that happened. But she certainly put me in my place.” He laughed, recalling how you kicked all of them out.

Steve glanced at Tony from the corner of his eye and rumbled out a “Thank you Stark, Y/N certainly isn't taking anyone's shit, not anymore.” Tony snorted in agreement to that statement.

“I don’t think they ever do, Pepper is the same damn way.”

Steve laughed in return, knowing full well that everything Tony said was accurate about Pepper Potts, Tony had chosen well for himself in Steve’s opinion. For all the tension between Steve and Tony, he respected the Alpha next to him, and knew that finding his packmates was just as important to Tony as it was to Steve. Not to mention finding those responsible for Happy’s murder. Steve turned his chair to face the other Alpha. “I’m sorry about what happened to Happy Tony. I know it’s hard to have lost someone who was family to you.”

Tony blinked at him, warring with his own feelings about everything that happened. Losing Happy so brutally had taken a toll on Tony, finding the body having been dumped just outside of his territory, he still hadn’t been able to fully come to terms with it. “Thank you. Finding the bastards who did that has become my main priority.” Clapping his hands together to end the topic, he moved to a stand. “You Rogers are ready to go, ready to Captain my jet?”

Steve waited till Tony moved out of his space before moving to follow him off the jet, keeping quiet about the further mention of Tony seeking out Happy’s killer. After seeing what had happened with Bucky and the rest, he already had his own sinking suspicions as to who killed Happy and he knew Tony did as well.

“More than ready to go.” Steve stated, coming down the steps off the jet. Tony spoke up right then.

“Friday, let Pepper and Y/N know that Captain Rogers is ready.” That caused Steve to roll his eyes and fold his arms over his chest.

“Seriously Tony?”

A smirk flashed, Tony winked at him. “Come on, I think it's a fitting title for you.”

Bruce was furiously writing notes while you described to him what you remembered being under due to the drug Pierce had injected you with when the AI Friday announced that the jet was ready, as well as Captain Rogers. You and Pepper quirk a confused look at one another, and she rolled her eyes with a sigh. “That's gotta be Tony’s doing I'm sure.”

You nod in agreement, turning back to Bruce. “Looks like it's time for me to go Dr.Banner…”

“Bruce.” He was quick to interrupt and moved to a stand to shake your hand. “Thank you so much for this.” He tapped his pad of paper where he had all the notes jotted. “I will put them in my file to share with Shuri. All this is incredibly helpful knowing more about the serum used on you.”

Giving a vigorous shake back, you smiled genuinely at Bruce, you and your Little Wolf feeling quite relaxed with the man. “If I think of anything, I will be sure to send an email.” The Little Wolf flicked her tail in agreement, half listening while she was napping.

“Oh! Yes please do with anything you might remember, no bit of information is too small.”

Pepper walked out with you and joined you in the elevator. Reaching the top of Stark Towers, you both were greeted by Steve and Tony, who waited just inside the jet. As soon as you saw Steve, warmth washed over you, feeling that bond between you two hum happily, your wolves sought each other, in the moment they both were teasing each other, making your mood lift from having to leave once more. The genuine pleasure at seeing Steve melded that away, just as his own did, the wolves happiness being together melded with your own. Steve enclosed you in his arms, nuzzling the crown of your head a moment before questioning if you were all set.

“Tony Stark is funding another trip for us? I’m absolutely ready.” You joked as Steve let you go so you could turn to face Tony who scoffed at you.

“Don’t let Cap here defile my jet please!” Tony was sure to give you his signature hug, that made Steve rumble a bit although you instead laughed and gave a bop of your shoulder.

“No promises Stark. Pepper, thank you for showing me around your home.” Embracing her in a thank you.

“Stay safe and bring my jet back quickly, Cap.” Tony pipped up while walking off the jet with Pepper, cackling to himself at the finger Steve threw up while the doors shut you two in.

The Alpha muttered to himself while dropping into the pilot's seat and you were quick to join him on the opposite side. You buckled in while he flicked on buttons. “Captain Rogers?” you questioned watching him get the jet ready.

Steve rolled his eyes as he made sure everything was set and handed you a headset while fitting his own on, the jet rumbling to life around you. “Tony thinks he is very slick, giving nicknames. Apparently Cap is his new one for me.”

You smirked at him, winking as you settled the headset on and spoke into the microphone. “I think Captain Rogers has its benefits, Steve.”

His hand went around the handle and started to push it forward, edging the jet forward to take off, the spanse of New York City below you. Much like the night before, you marveled at the beauty only a city could offer. “You would Little One.”

A voice piped up over the channel, Tony coming over the comms. “I think your mate has a point Cap.”

Steve growled into the comm for a second while you started laughing in the seat next to him. “Tony! Get off this channel.”

“It's my jet, Rogers! I will listen in if I want.” He was about to continue when Steve took off his headset, setting the jet on autopilot with the coordinates.

You snickered into the system. “Sorry Tony, Steve is cutting you off. Bye Stark.” You effectively cut Tony off and slipped the head set off, setting it aside while you leaned forward to get a better look out the window, unbuckling in the process. “You know since I have been with you Steve, I have seen things I never thought I would. Look at this.” You directed your gaze at the expanse of the sky before you, baby blue as far as the eye could see, the skyline rushing closer till the two of you crossed over the cities edged, now nothing but the Atlantic underneath you. “Beautiful.”

Steve settled back to admire what you were looking at, letting some of his worries sink to the back of his mind. “It is… sometimes I forget you haven't seen all this before.” He held out his arm for you to join him, which you pushed from your seat and settled in his lap, his chin resting on your shoulder. “Do you remember much from the last time I showed you?”

You perch on his knee and look over the dash, worrying your lip. “Mmh barely.” Your eyes roved over the panels while Steve dragged the tip of his nose along the curve of your neck, inhaling against it and letting it settle him further. Both the man and Alpha wanted to enjoy the long flight with you.

“I guess we will be getting a crash course, Little One.” He rumbled happily while you seated yourself into a more comfortable position in his lap.

You looked over your shoulder at him, your eyes laughing at his remark and bringing the exact response he wanted. “Really Captain?”

Tightening his arm around your waist, he nipped at your lips with teasing affection. “Tony isn't the only funny one around here.”

Steve spent a few hours describing the functions and some of how to fly. Together you both got to watch the sun going down and eventually you started napping in the copilot's seat, even though Steve tried to get you to go lay down in the back.

These quiet moments, Steve wandered back to his memories, the Alpha in his mind lifting his head from the Little Wolf’s back where he had laid to rest, flicking his ears back and forth a bit at Steve’s thoughts.

The first thing that came to memory was the stinging scent of smoke.

“Rogers, don't you dare go into that building!” Fury’s voice commanded Steve who stalled in the doorway, peering into Hydras base, nose flaring trying to catch scent of their missing comrades. “You are not commander in this mission.”

“But Buck and the rest might be in there… I'm going” Steve defied Fury, darting into the darkness and out of sight, Fury's voice echoing behind him.

“ROGERS! GET YOUR ASS BACK OUT HERE!”

Steve continued forward, letting his Wolf out enough to sharpen his senses. His eyes picking up the bit of light in the darkened hallways leading deeper into the compound, his eyes glimmer dangerously in the dark looking for any sign of movement. He could sense others nearby, friend or foe though he was unsure. Footsteps silent, Steve once in a while looking behind him tense to make sure no one knew he was there. Glances in rooms showed them abandoned, cleared in a haste to get out before Shield got there Steve was sure. Ahead he heard scuffles and growls, chains clanking and the sound of voices in hushed tones. The Wolf lowered to his belly, quivering in anticipation should Steve allow him to take over. He eased the door open with a creak when relief washed over him.

There men, most of them in large cages. Familiar scents washed over him and they all perked sensing Steve.

“Rogers is that you?” Someone muttered while Steve approached, searching for a key anywhere in a nearby desk.

“Yes, the rest of the troop is just outside. We haven't found anyone though. Where is everyone?”

“Bolted man, once they heard Fury was coming they grabbed their shit and left. They didn’t have the bodies to defend this place.” Dugan responded as he pushed to the front watching while Steve searched the desk. Steve opened the last drawer, cursing as he pushed aside papers and flung them to the side. Then he was rewarded with a ring full of keys. Rushing over, the two men tried sorting through them, Steve stuffing them one by one in the locks, quick to go to the next till they found another.

“They left us and their experiments.” Dugan continued filling Steve in while he tried to find the right keys. “Some messed up stuff, they are in the next room I think.”

The Alpha rumbled to catch Steve’s attention. <Bucky isn’t with them.> The mans head whipped up while the lock clicked finally, able to pry it open and release his packmates.

“Where is Buck?”

“Bucky… he was brought in there and never came back out.” another said, pointing at the door across the room.

The Alpha rumbled suddenly in an alert and Steve tensed and whipped around when an eerily sharp howl sounded through the building. Dugan pushed the door open, tensing as well. “That's one of them, their experiments.”

Steve wrangled the keys out of the lock and started to go down the line, unlocking each cage, shifters passing him to get outside.

“Fury, you have outcoming hostages, they are friendly, don't fire.” Steve spoke into the comm.

“I hear you Rogers.” Came Fury’s voice in a wave of static. “Any unfriendlies?”

“No, Dugan notified me they all bailed once they heard we were coming” Steve responded before turning to his friend. “Dugan, get the rest out of here, I’m going to keep looking.”

His friend bared his teeth at him, bristling at the notion. “You don’t know what's back there Rogers.”

“If I have to, I will retreat, get these men out of here. I’m not leaving anyone behind.” Steve growled back deeper, the Alpha in him asserting himself and the man backed off with a disgruntled nod.

Waiting to make sure they were going to leave, Steve approached the door cautiously, using his senses to pick up what might be on the other side, who might be on the other side. He was praying for a miracle, because nothing but death filled his senses as he eyed the door, drawing in any scent left behind. It was all jumbled, multitudes of men and women have passed through the threshhold, making it almost impossible to pinpoint any specific person. “Well… let's see what's on the other side.” Steve shouldered through the door and a lab stretched before him, ominous equipment stretched on either side. A groan came from somewhere ahead and Steve paused till he heard it again. It was so distinct to him that the hair on the back of his neck prickled, the Alphas own fur raising as well along the ridge of his back, it was another Alpha, but this one they knew.

“Oh thank fucking god.” Steve uttered as he rushed forward to find Bucky strapped down and Steve started pulling at the straps holding him down. Wires were strapped all over Bucky's neck and chest and stretched to attach to some equipment, Steve started yanking them off as well when finally Bucky started to come around.

“S-Steve?” His eyes sharpened and he clutched at Steve's uniform, worried that he wasn't real.

“It’s me Buck, we’re getting out of here.” Steve tried assuring him, keeping his voice light and calm even though he was far from that. He had never seen Bucky so scared. Suddenly the howling started again from the back of the room and both men glanced that way.

“Whoever it is just keeps doing that.” Bucky muttered when a voice crackled in the comms.

“In-ing” then static sounded in Steve's ear, making him wince as he pressed his hand over his ear.

“Repeat? What was that Fury?”

“In-oming! G-t Ou-” The building started to shake and lights started zapping and popping around them.

“We ca-t hold hi-, Get O-” Fury yelled into the comm but Steve had to rip it out, electricity zapping through it and breaking it up too much. Bucky gripped Steve tighter, his pupils blown in his panic.

“What the fuck is it now?!”

“I don't know… but we gotta get out of here.” Bucky started pulling Steve towards the exit, but whatever was in the back rattled its cage with a savage snarl, and Steve couldn’t leave who ever or what ever it was behind. He stuttered to a stop, Bucky pausing at the door with a shake of his head.

“Man, we got to go… there isn't enough time.”

Steve’s hands dropped to his pants and felt madly for the keys he had stuffed in his pocket earlier. “We can’t leave him in there Buck.” He waved his hand. “Go, I got this.”

Bucky cursed but held tight, refusing to leave Steve behind.

Steve raced towards the cage to free whatever was inside, shoving the key he used before into the lock and it clicked to open. Glowering green eyes blinked at him from the shadowed part of the cage, but he couldn't make anything else out in the seconds he got the door open. Bucky was screaming his name and when he managed to get the door to swing wide, a bundle of black sprang on his chest, bared white fangs yawning open going for Steve’s throat….

“Steve- Steve?” Your voice cut through and he shook his head a bit to clear it before looking at you.

“Sorry, I thought you were sleeping Little One.”

“I was, but the computer started beeping on the dash.” You pointed to a blinking light and Steve leaned forward to check the system, smiling.

“We're here and just in time to. Look” He pointed out the window at the faint purple in the skyline, the sun easing up beyond the cloud cover to turn a brilliant red and orange of dawn. When Steve took over, he started to drop the jet down. Below the clouds the land turned a deep almost emerald wild green shimmering with mist stretching like tendrils to a spiderweb over the land, still in the early morning phase of waking up.

You weren't lying earlier when you said you saw things you had never expected. From the rainforest and safari of Wakanda to the lush greenery of Norway, you soaked it all in with awe. So long spent locked away in a room, gazing with longing at the upper windows that offered nothing more than peeks of the sky. Now you soared over the world with your Mate. Even the Little Wolf was in awe, slithering away from where the Alpha was half sleeping and prancing excitedly with joy at the adventure. The Alpha stretched out, arching his back and padded heavily after her, nuzzling her affectionately while her tail waved back and forth, unable to stay still in her excitement.

“The Little Wolf is excited.” You told Steve and he winked at you.

“I can feel it. What do you say we take her down?”

Steve easily maneuvered the Stark Jet down to land in a wide open field bordering the ocean. You followed him towards the doors swinging open and already wolves appeared from the long grass with tilted heads checking out the newcomers. You sidled up to Steve’s side a moment, watching the wolves dart back out of sight in the tall grass and heard their howls break the silence, announcing their arrival. It was a welcome sound, you couldn't detect any hostility in the notes. But their songs were so different. Sounded much older, almost like a language all its own.

Steve cupped his hand and gave a sharp “We’re here” yip, that was answered resoundingly from all around you, the pack having circled you two and remained just out of sight. His arm lowered around your shoulders and you held your breath, unsure of what to expect. A bellow came, joyful and loud as a tall blonde man, even taller than Steve stepped out, his arms opened wide in greeting.

“Why what a surprise! Are you here for the Asgard hospitality? I didn't think anything would ever get you to leave your corner in the world.” The over sized man strode towards them rather quickly, and the closer he came the more your eyes widened. You didn't think you had seen anyone who was as bigger then Steve in stature. He clasped Steve's shoulder and directed his joyful gaze down at you. “And who is this lovely maiden you bring with you?”

“If I could be there, trust me I would. This is my mate, Y/N. Y/N, this is Thor, the Alpha here.” Steve protectively wrapped an arm around you, even though you wore his mark for Thor to see, Alphas always had a bit of tension between them no matter how much their human counterparts tried to quell it.

Thor though seemed unaware of such a vibe as he beamed down at you warmly. “Well Little Pup, welcome to Asgard.” He took your hand in a vigorous pump and you couldn't help but warm right up to him and his exuberant nature. “We run free and feast like we are in the halls of the Old Kings here.” He swept the both of you down the path and all around his wolves started to howl and dance in a joyful manner, playing among each other much like they were participating in the Full Moon Run. “Now Rogers does tell me what has been going on across the water? It's been a while since I've visited there.”

“Afraid we have been having some issues.” Steve started, filling Thor in on the recent attacks, taking apart the packs and capturing the Alpha’s. The viciousness in the attacks and the destruction left behind. Thor listened patiently until Steve mentioned Hydra. That's when he paused, you and Steve having taken a few steps ahead but noticed he wasn't with you. You turned to see him glowering.

“That's why you are here, Rogers, isn't it? Because of Hydra. He wont talk to you about it you know.”

Steve sighed and you had a sinking feeling about the situation, not fully understanding what was going on.

“I have to try Thor, your brother was the only one who was able to break from the collars power and the mind shit Hydra does to their victims.”

“He barely interacts with any of us Steve, he mostly stays as his animal out there.” Thor retorted, the sky started to darken slightly and you frowned to yourself at the sudden change in atmosphere while glancing up.

Steve sighed, letting his arms hang loose at his sides to show Thor he was no threat to him. “I know Odinson, trust me. I wouldn’t be here if there was any other way. Packs, families are all being killed off, Alphas removed. How long till you think it will be till it comes over here?” Steve pointed out and Thor’s face twisted and he looked away.

“It won’t be like before, I won’t let it.”

“You don't know that… Shield risked sending the Howling Commando’s over here to help your people, now I’m asking for your help. Just let me try talking to him?”

Your heart twisted as you saw Thor try to control his emotions on his face and you reached out to touch his arm, Steve for once kept quiet, inhaling deeply to keep himself in check. “Hydra really hurt him, didn't they? If it's too much we will just leave. Right Steve?”

“If you tell me absolutely not Thor, she’s right. We will leave right now and not bother you again.”

Thor glanced back at you, his eyes searching yours and you could see everything he was doing was about protecting this person. You bit at your lip nervously, you knew you were invading this Alpha’s space but stepped in closer anyways. “Please let us try? We just want to save those we still have left. Our packmates are fighting a losing battle with Hydra, we don't want to lose them.”

A sigh escaped the man and he glanced over your head to Steve. “You're lucky you have her you know… she’s softened me. Slightly.” You stepped back towards Steve, who now laid his hand around your waist, chuckling softly.

“You really don’t know half of it, she has a gift.” You wriggled in his hold a bit but he just tightened his fingers against you. “Thank you Thor for letting us try.”

He shrugged at you both with a shake of his head. “I'm still saying that he wont talk to you, but I will show you where he stays when he is not hunting.”

Steve gave a nod of appreciation while you reached for his hand and gave a light squeeze. “Thank you Thor.” You gave your own sentiments.

The man looked at the two of you a moment, his eyes falling to your linked hands and motioned across the moors. “This way…” He cupped his hands, giving another howling song and the wolves joined them, spreading around Thor, these wolves were even larger than Mountain Packs wolves, giant beasts that were moving gracefully around there Alpha. You could feel the ground beneath your footfalls vibrating from there movements, the lush grass swishing to add to the melody of it all. Above them the thunder still rumbled with strong booms that cackled with electricity but had retreated from the fierceness it had flared up earlier.

Your Little Wolf kneaded her paws next to the Alpha, lifting her head to inhale the air around them, it spoke of a wildness she was not used to. Something feral that did not adhere to normal pack constraints. The Alpha rumbled next to her, now and then dropping his muzzle to his mate to reassure her, but the pull to shift for both of them was strong.

You could tell Steve felt it as well, the way he angled his body close to yours in a protective manner, his hand moving from a simple hold to pressing against your hip, wrapping around you. You tilted your head up towards Steve, your confusion clouding your features. He dropped his head to press a nip to your neck, whispering softly just for you. “I will explain later.”

Thor paused in front of a wood that looked ancient, the gnarled trees had stories to tell. Shadows played deeper beyond the edge, enticing you to wander in. Your Little Wolf huffed slightly, breaking the enchantment you had fallen into.

<This isn't just a forest Y/N, something powerful lives here.> Her ears flattened and you could feel her unease and the Alpha’s wariness sharpening, his ears pricked forward before twisting listening.

What is it? You questioned your Little Wolf and she whined unsure. You felt the Alpha slip away, in the same moment Steve tilted his face up, his nostrils flaring. You knew he was scenting for any kind of danger that might come from the old forest.

Next to you Thor boomed out loudly, making it echo. “Come out Loki!” You and the Little Wolf perked, hearing the woods shift and groan, shadows danced closer when a streamlined black shadow emerged to turn solid, the beast was streamlined. His size shifting to grow larger in the presence of you and Steve, a sharp pointed muzzle turned towards you and ears twitched with interest as he took you both in. You were a bit taken aback when you saw Loki, but he paused just after the forest ended and you could see the tip of his nose twitching, green eyes with almost emerald qualities glinting with the bit of light that somehow seemed to filter from the thunderous clouds still rumbling above you.

What do we have here? An omega to Rogers? A true Omega? Oh what a prize he really does have here. I wonder if he knows… A voice tickled your senses and the Little Wolf spun in your mind, searching for the intrusion. The Alpha returned to the Little Wolf, curling around her with a growl and a laugh echoed through you, not one that belonged to you.

“Steve…” You whined a bit and he furrowed his brow looking at you, confused as well as to what was going on, feeling you through your bond.

“Rogers is here to talk with you Loki, come out and quit playing games Brother.” Thor folded muscular arms across his chest and the black canine shimmered an emerald green while disappearing in a wisp of shadow and a sharp yip barking out from nowhere.

A resounding defiant No.

Thor shook his head at Steve. “Loki won't interact with Alphas short of me Steve, not since Shield pulled him from Hydra.”

The Little Wolf unweaved from the Alpha when she heard Thor.

Steve would never allow us to go in there alone.

<It's the only way, Loki won't talk to Steve. He's too much of a threat to him. Say something, that big Alpha doesn't seem scared that Loki will hurt us.>

You took a deep breath and while Thor and Steve discussed other options, you turned to the men, catching there attention. “Let me go in and talk to him.” Steve immediately barked out a no, but Thor tilted his head, considering what you were saying. “I'm not an Alpha, he won't be threatened by me, right Thor?” You pressed for an answer from the man and he nodded.

“Your Little Pup has a point, Rogers. Loki wouldn't hurt her. I will escort her inside so she’s protected the whole way.”

Steve felt his chest expand as he drew up to his full height. “I'm not letting Y/N go in by herself, I know you trust your brother, but I don't.” His eyes flared yellow, the Alpha close to the surface with concerns of your safety. You could see that he was winding up to call all this off when you reached up to grasp his face between your palms, tilting his head to look directly at you.

“Alpha trust me, I know I can do this.” You stressed to him, the furrow in his forehead deepening as you knew he was at war with himself. “If anything is wrong, I will call you. Let me do this.” His hands circled your wrists and you felt that war inside of him. The same one where it was ingrained in him to keep you safe at all costs. It was all right there, flooding through the bond you two shared, your confidence, his worry. Steve huffed slightly before lifting his gaze from yours.

“Thor, give me a moment with my mate please.” Steve requested and Thor moved away, closer towards the border of his brother’s forest, his broad back turned towards the two of you while he waited. “Little One, if something happens. Loki isn't a normal wolf…”

“I could tell that as soon as we came near here.” You let your fingers press through his beard on his cheeks and slide down to his neck, sure to rub his scent against you in the process as well as sharing calming touches. “But he has the answers we need, Alpha.”

Steve knew you were right, but the inner battle was fierce. The Alpha wanted to protect his mate, an animalistic need to not let you go into that forest, every fiber of his being was on edge because of it. His human side knew you could do this and get the answer to save their pack mates. You were confident, he needed to trust you like you asked.

<Don't you let her go in there with that Alpha. What is Loki going to do to stop us.>

Loki is not all Wolf as you well know, he won't tolerate the intrusion.

The Alpha bristled aggressively, licking his muzzle over and over nervously. <We won't be there to protect her should he turn on her.>

But Thor will be… You know as much as I do that he wouldn't let any get hurt in his care.

“Trust me Alpha.” Your fingers trailed along the mark you had left on him, your mark that made him belong to you. The most sacred of bonds a mated pair could share and made in the utmost trust that you two would take care of each other.

She is asking us to trust her. If we can’t trust in our mate, then what hope do we have? Steve was firm and the Alpha had to concede to him.

Steve moved his hands to your face, cupping the most important part of his life gently in his palms as he inhaled deeply and tipped his forehead against yours. “Little One, if anything happens, anything at all, call for me. I will come get you.”

The corners of your mouth lifted and he saw it go to your eyes, pride and strength that your Alpha was trusting you to go in his place. “Of course Alpha.” You lifted to catch his lips, nuzzling your nose against his. “I know you will come for me if I need you.” You embraced him fiercely, Steve let his nose bury in the crown of your head and then let you go against his instincts. The Wolf rumbled, anxious as he paced watching you reach Thor. His eyes reached the other Alphas. “Thor…”

“I understand what is at stake. No harm will come to her, I swear it.”

You looked so tiny next to the man, your head tilted up to look at him with a warm smile and Thor's tilted down to look back at you. Steve watched the same warm smile cross Thor's face, making your mate proud of you, how easily you had already won Thor over. You had come so far from the runaway he first met and your warmth spread so easily to those around you. Maybe Loki wouldn't be immune to you.

The moment you stepped into the forest with Thor, it darkened. Looking over your shoulder, the emerald green sea of the moor was almost a picture racing away to be enclosed by old tree trunks. You licked your lips nervously and folded your arms around your body, sure to keep up with Thor. He was confident in his strides, the darkening vibrant woods was just as much home for him as the windswept open land you two left behind.

The Little Wolf was curious in the new surroundings, pacing and keeping a keen eye on everything you were hurriedly passing by trying to keep up with Thor.

You weren't wrong that the forest had a life all its own. It seemed to breathe around you, moss stretched across large boulders that sprang tendrils of plant life curling upwards to try and reach sunlight. Heavy thick trees were bristling against your palm and almost seemed to heave in sighs at your gentle touch. Thor glanced back at you, golden tendrils clinging to his face now and his eyes crinkled in watching you loosen from your fear into awe.

“You feel it, right?” He chuckled and you withdrew your hand from the tree back to your body.

“What do you mean?”

“Its soul, the magic in it all.” He braced against a tree and inhaled deeply. “All of this is very alive as you and I, it's old and has been standing long before we claimed this as home.”

You tentatively touched a nearby tree again, feeling tingles in your palms, making you shudder a bit. “It is certainly… like home, but not quite.”

Thor nodded with a wink. “Still a baby over there, your packs are just starting to write the stories that will live on after you are gone. One day they will have a life of their own, just like this one.”

Your brows quirked at his words. He's a funny man isn't he.

Your Little Wolf curled her tail around herself as she sat down. <He is, but I like him. This place feels like we belong here.>

There does seem to be a certain calling to be here…

You two continued on and you risked another statement. “Loki is not like you, is he?”

Thor shook his head. “No, he is not. But you have no need to worry Little Wolf.” He paused while he glanced around, inhaling sharply. “It's just me and Y/n, Brother, come out of hiding.”

“I'm not hiding, I can't help that you are not a more observant Brother.” A cool voice came from above and your eyes shot up to a long legged man lounging in the branches, looking almost like he couldn't be bothered. Thor snorted impatiently and motioned towards you.

“Y/N has some questions for you.”

Vivid green eyes fell on you and a cool grin formed as he moved to sit up and slide down. He walked in such a predatory way, almost circling you. The Little Wolf's hackles raised at him and you hitched yourself straighter. You felt that tingle in your mind again.

Why is it your Alpha is sending you in here for Omega? My brother is right, you are just a little pup aren’t you, so new to the world...

You snarled out loud, glaring at him. “You are not welcome in my mind, and I’m no pup.” And a quick withdrawal left you and Little Wolf alone once more. You could feel your Alphas curling warmth in your mind, even if he couldn't be with you.

Respect crossed Loki's features and he bowed his head. “Forgive my intrusion. It's not often I'm sought out, except by Thor that is.” Thor barked out a deep bellowing laugh, clasping your shoulder.

“You can't use your tricks on this one, she is small but fierce. Her Alpha has great respect for her.”

Loki gave a slight sniff, his green eyes sliding over you as he remarked. “I’m afraid you are right.”

You shrugged out of Thor’s grasp now, wanting the answers you came for. “Loki, our packmates have been collared by Hydra. Steve seems to think that you know how to break from their control. Please, is there any way to break the hold they have on them.” Loki suddenly appeared next to you, his fingers catching a lock of your hair and pressing it between his fingers for a moment as if further inspecting you. You jumped and pulled away from him, making Thor growl a warning at him. But you narrowed your gaze at him, knowing well that he was testing you. You had seen it all before while living with Pierce. “Don't touch me Loki, only Steve is allowed to. How did you do that anyways, appear next to me?”

His fingers swirled slightly, green wisps dancing around his nimble long fingers. “Magic Dear. I'm part Coyote, a Trickster. Sure your Alpha told you?”

You shook your head. “No… He doesn't talk much about his life in Shield.” Your Little Wolf crooned in comfort, knowing sometimes you were worried about how he would be so vague about it.

“Well it was a dark time for the shifters.” Loki admitted and glanced at his brother. “I don't much like discussing that time either.” You clenched your jaw a moment, worried he was going to flat out refuse your requests but he dipped his head. “But for you Dear, you boldly come out here without your Alpha, that deserves to have your questions answered. Come…” He beckoned to you and led you away, Thor was not far behind. Soon a small dwelling came into view and the door yawned open, which Loki stepped in.

Inside was different from what you were expecting. Books lined shelves upon shelves, seeming to go on forever. Plush chairs were dotted near a fireplace and wooden carvings dotted the entire area. Wood shavings littered the floor, making you smile a bit because it reminded you of your Alpha, the fresh wood scent enveloping you. The place was cozy, almost like something from a story book. Of course, this whole experience was making you feel that way, like some sort of fairytale your mother would have told you before bed. Thor heavily fell into a nearby chair, quiet as his brother waved at a seat in offering to you.

Loki approached a shelf and whispered under his breath till a box fell into his hands. Easing it open, he pulled out a collar. Silver strands weaved together into an intricate design. “This one was mine, but it stopped working on me after a time. So it was just useless metal. Why Hydra had kept me caged when Steve found me.” He handed it to you and you were caught by surprise at how light it was. Studying it closer, you could see twists of coarse black fur wedged through it where it sat on Loki’s neck.

“Why did it stop working?” You asked curiously and Loki settled down in one of the seats.

“Simple, I willed for my freedom. Most of the wolves have such a strong desire to follow an Alpha. Even the Alphas themselves can be forced to follow a stronger one should they come across one. Hydra didn't know I wasn't a Wolf, not completely. I can't be controlled in the same way for long. But it's that simple in how to get your wolves back. Your Alpha has to challenge them for control. Assert that he is stronger than the one controlling them with the collars.”

You handed his collar back to him and Loki flicked his wrist to send it back to the box, the box flashing away in the same green blaze you had seen earlier. “That's all it takes?” You asked incredulously. Loki shrugged with a nod.

“Hydra though is led by someone who has a power that no Wolf should have. It's how they are able to control such a large and secret organization for such a long time. But such power can always be challenged.” He drifted off, looking away into the fire he had burning in the fireplace.

You let the silence sit for a few moments before speaking up.

“Why wouldn't you talk to Steve?”

Loki gave a slight roll of eyes. “I don't care for Alpha’s, they always feel the need to challenge and dominate. I've dealt with that enough in my life. I choose to live on the edges of my own Pack, still a member should Thor need my assistance and the rest leave me in peace.”

“Then why me? You seemed interested in me being an Omega.” The Little Wolf stopped her pacing for just a moment, head tilted in curiosity.

“Because true Omegas do not need to dominate or be controlled by anyone.” Loki turned towards you, his head tilting into your direction. “You might always submit to your Alpha, but that's a choice you and your wolf make together, consciously or not. If you were to ever truly want to defy him, you easily could. It's why you were able to make me leave when I was exploring your mind.” You rolled your eyes a bit at the trickster, clearly not believing him. A life time of being made to submit to Pierce against your will and the recent incidents with Steve... you felt he had you mistaken. “ You can roll your eyes at me all you want Little Pup, but I know what I’m talking about. Omega’s can be a threat to Alpha’s or for the right one, there everything. Really depends on the Alpha they are connected to. So I like you Little Omega, you are a challenge for me.” He winked and you rolled your eyes, but couldn't help the smile you gave to him. After all was said and done, you liked the Trickster.

“Is there anything else you can tell me? How did you get the collar off?” You asked and Loki motioned towards Thor.

“That was me. After Fury contacted me that Loki was with the Howling Commando’s Unit, I went to bring him home. I can provide you two with a special knife made to deal with unnatural made materials.” Loki rubbed at his face and his front door sprang open, a rush of air billowing into the dwelling.

“Now I have answered your questions Omega, I can feel your Alpha pacing my border anxious. It's getting on my nerves. Return to him so he can settle back down.”

You nodded, letting your senses open a bit and sure enough Steve was anxious, although far physically, you could feel him. Nodding as you approached Loki, you held out your hand to him. He eyed it a moment, and then slid his own in yours respectfully to give a shake. “Perhaps soon we will cross paths again, Little Omega.”

“Perhaps we will Trickster.” You bid a final goodbye and now you left a bit more at ease, having the information you and Steve needed to save your family.

#alpha steve x little one #alpha steve rogers #the pack #attack of the winter wolf #shifters fan fiction #marvel au #wolf fan fiction #captain america fan fiction #amber writes #sweater writes #steve rogers au

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five-rivers · 4 years ago

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Secret Saturday prompt? Van Rook ties up and gags Zak then stuffs him into a satchel.

Zak was skilled. He was knowledgeable. He was powerful.

He was also twelve, and, despite his best efforts, not terribly tall.

As such, it wasn’t terribly difficult for Van Rook to knock him out. Now, separating him from his family and getting the drop on him? That was difficult. Whatever other cryptid abilities the kid had, enhanced senses had to be one of them. Or perhaps some form of ESP.

Anyway, one dart to the shoulder, and Zak was out. Van Rook, with skills honed over a lifetime, soon had him disarmed, securely tied, gagged, and in the bag. He put the boy’s weapons into a separate bag. He wasn’t like his ridiculous ex-apprentice, who’d leave the potentially valuable magic weapon in the bag with the magic cryptid child.

Feh.

Now. Delivery. Most amateurs would expect this to be the safe easy part. Not so. In fact delivery, particularly to first-time clients, was the most dangerous part of the job. Van Rook couldn't count the times a client tried to kill him to get out of paying for bounties or services rendered.

He couldn't suppress a smile at the memory of the last man who tried to backstab him in that particular way.

He set the plane down lightly, next to the ruins. Well, if this client didn't pay up, there were plenty of other people who would. This particular guy just happened to sit at the sweet crossroads of 'good pay' and 'no apocalypse.'

There was a faint squeak from the bag strapped into the seat next to him. He raised an eyebrow. Kid should have been asleep for another half an hour.

He might have to add resistance to drugs to the list of freaky things about the kid.

He reached over and pulled the zipper down slightly. A pair of faintly glittering amber eyes stared up at him from a flushed face. The kid tried to mutter something around the gag, but failed to produce anything intelligible. Van Rook pulled the zipper back up. This was met with a muffled shout and thrashing.

No skin off Van Rook's back if the kid decided to exhaust himself.

Calmly, he went through his post-flight check before unstrapping the bag and making his way off the small plane.

His client was already standing there, on the grass, sweating and mopping his forehead with his sleeve despite the relatively cool weather, flanked by bodyguards. His face lit up when he saw Van Rook, and even more when he saw the bag.

"You have it, then," he said, excited.

"Of course," said Van Rook.

"Well, hand it over, then," he said, reaching.

Van Rook held up his hand. His client stopped with an affronted look on his face. "First," said Van Rook. "Money. Second, I have, maybe, one, two scruples. You say you need him to control this cryptid? Show me the cryptid."

"Scruples?" said the man, taken aback. "You were advertised-"

"Yes, yes, I know, everyone thinks they want this, this man with no scruples. But they don't. They trick themselves, see? A man with no scruples... a man with no scruples, is a man who wouldn't think twice about just taking the money any way he could. You see?"

The bodyguards had their hands on their weapons. Posers. Van Rook had never taken his off.

"... and, the other scruple?"

Van Rook smiled, nastily. "What do you think? I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt. You tell me to sell you a twelve year old. What am I supposed to think?"

The client had gone very red in the face. "I assure you-"

"Assure me with money. And the cryptid," said Van Rook. "Words can't buy me dinner."

"Very well, then."

The man turned and waddled into the ruins. Electric lights had been strung up to illuminate the darker areas, and there was a significant amount of digging equipment. Someone had been excavating. Most likely less than legally. Van Rook wondered how long it would take the other Saturdays to find this place and mount a rescue. Not that it mattered. The hell family would cease to be his problem as soon as he was paid and away. The client got to deal with them then.

He noted the kid had gone still. Worn himself out, maybe? Or perhaps the conversation with the client had spooked him. Kid might face off against the likes of Argost, but he was still only twelve.

They climbed down several flights of stairs that ultimately terminated in a large, only half-lit cavern. However, the ligting was good enough for Van Rook to see both the massive pile of treasure and the gnarled giant that guarded it.

"A spriggan," said the client, whispering. "All this way, and we can't make the damn thing move." Then he laughed. "There's your payment, for you," he said, waving at the treasure mound.

You know what? thought Van Rook. Screw this guy.

On the other hand, this had been hard work, and he did very much want to get paid. He had expenses.

Van Rook set the bag down and unzipped it, dodging a sloppy attempt at a kick from the kid. He had to give him credit for guts and even getting into position while tied up.

Van Rook hauled him into a sitting position. The client reached down to grab his chin. And forced him to look up.

"My, his eyes really are yellow, aren't they? Except for those, he almost looks human."

The kid growled, deep in his throat. It might have been one of the few sounds available to him around the gag, but it didn't help his case. The client laughed nervously. "Of course, the disposition... haha."

Van Rook rolled his eyes. It wasn't like the client would see behind his visor.

"Now, uh, make the monster go away."

The kid continued to glare.

"I think you'll have to be more specific."

"The spriggan. The giant. Make it leave. Make it go far away."

Still nothing. No magic spooky nonsense, no glowing eyes, no screaming cryptids, nothing.

"Let me, sir," said one of the bodyguards. He leaned down and whispered something lengthy in the kids ear, one hand gripping his shoulder. As he spoke, the kid's breath grew ragged and his skin took on a sickly cast. He tried to pull away from the bodyguard (towards Van Rook, for incomprehensible reasons), but despite the man's shortcomings in the bodyguard department, he could restrain a bound preteen who was probably still recovering from a dose of knockout drugs.

When the man let go, the kid was shaking. Although, that could easily be explained by their surroundings. He'd picked the kid up in Bermuda, and he'd been dressed for it. Now, they were in Cornwall. Much colder.

"Well? Go on, then," ordered the bodyguard.

The kid tried to say something around the gag and was promptly backhanded.

"Hey, hey," Van Rook said grabbing the bodyguard's wrist when he went in for another strike. "Let's hear what he has to say, huh?"

He untied the gag and tugged it from the kid's mouth, only allowing himself a second to be disturbed by how the cloth tore against his teeth. The boy worked his jaw up and down a few times and licked his lips before he tried to speak again.

"I can't actually do what you want me to do," he said, scowling.

The client's face turned thunderous. "Excuse me?"

"Well, to begin with, I'm out of range, and even if I wasn't, my powers are pretty limited without the Claw." He looked at Van Rook with ill-disguised hope.

"I'm not giving you your magic weapon, but nice try."

The kid's face fell back into a scowl. "Beyond that, I don't know who told you my powers were mind control, but they're not." He didn't elaborate. "I can't make that spriggan leave."

"But," said the client, hands fluttering, "magic-"

The boy pulled his lips back in a snarl, revealing too-white, too-sharp teeth. "Just because it's magic doesn't mean it doesn't have rules, idiot."

The list of things Van Rook was truly scared of was short and topped by his own empty wallet and whatever was going on with Argost. Zak Saturday didn't come close. But in ten years... Well. Van Rook would be retired by then, one way or another.

And, to be frank, the kid being stubborn right now wasn't his problem either. "So," he drawled. "I brought you the kid. Where's my money?"

The client's furious expression turned meek in a heartbeat. "Well, you can see-"

"Either pay me now, or I'm leaving with my merchandise."

"But-"

"Not my problem. Pay. Me."

"Well, I-"

Across the cavern, the giant roared something that almost sounded like language.

"He'll pay you," said the kid.

"What?" chorused the adults.

"He'll pay you. The spriggan. The spiggan will pay you, if you can get these guys to go away leave him alone. Double."

Van Rook looked at the kid, then the cryptid, then the massive pile of treasure the cryptid was sitting on. He shrugged. "Sounds good to me."

"You can't be serious!"

"I'm always very serious about getting paid."

Zak sat next to the spriggan, arms around his knees, and tried not to breathe too deeply. Van Rook had left a while ago.

"Thanks for letting me wait here with you," he said. He meant it, and the cavern really was much more pleasant once the spriggan cleaned up Van Rook's work. "Mom and Dad should pick me up any time now." He glanced at the entryway and shuddered. It wasn't like he'd never seen blood before, and it wasn't like he'd never been kidnapped before, but...

The spriggan dropped an ancient, ratty fur coat around his shoulders. He looked up with a weak smile.

"Thanks."

#the secret saturdays #ask #answer #prompt #prompt fill #slowly clearing out my drafts #this has been three paragraphs done for six months im sorry

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seiyasabi · 4 years ago

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(This is a Yandere Alpha N’Doul x Beta Female Reader! I hope you guys enjoy this :))

TW: !Noncon/Dubcon!, no stand au, sexual harassment (from the big man himself, Dio), mentions of disability(blindness)!, mentions of organised crime!, mentions of violence!, !knotting!, breeding kink!, you have no rights even as a Beta :((, !Alpha kink, !slight scent kink, !slight body horror at the end but nothing explicit!, etc..)

When you accepted the role as a caregiver, you assumed that the man you were going to watch after was normal. After all, the man was rumoured to have a trust fund, and you assumed that he was rich from old money.

How wrong you had been.

How would you have known that the man you’re helping is in one of the most feared mafia’s in the world?

You’d found this out by accident. He’d asked you to bring an expensive wine for him and a ‘friend,’ but when you walked in, you saw his ‘friend’ sprawled out on the floor, dead. That’s when he used his ‘Alpha Voice�� on you for the first time. He demanded you move into his estate, because he couldn’t risk you being a snitch.

The ultimatum was to move in, or die, and by God, you weren’t going to die.

“If you weren’t a Beta, I’d have stolen you away a long time ago,” Your hands shake slightly when you pour an expensive scotch into the blond Alpha’s cup. You’d always been sensitive to an Alpha’s scent or words, and this man’s smell is overwhelming.

“Thank you, Mister Brando, but I’m sure my boss wouldn’t like that,” You chuckle nervously, as you swiftly move away from his large form. Taking a small glance towards N’Doul, you see an impassive look on his well-sculpted face. He’s used to his boss’ crude words towards you, but the annoyed pheromone in his scent is very apparent.

“Of course he wouldn’t, you’re one of the few useful servants here,” He swishes the amber liquid around in his cup, the ice clinking against the glass making you flinch, “But, I have a proposition for you that I know you can’t refuse; you smell very… enchanting for a mere Beta. This is a known fact. The only differences between you and an Omega is that you’re level-headed and less annoying. That means that you’ll make a very good mate for one of my most trusted men,” By this time, you’d made your way to your boss, and were in the middle of pouring him a glass of a strong smelling bourbon. The blond Alpha’s words make your blood run cold, and you quickly stop pouring N’Doul his drink in fear of your shaking causing a spill. Dio’s golden eyes flash in amusement, “Why do you seem so surprised, Beta? You’ve been faithful to us for quite some time now, and I believe you deserve some comfort. If you marry him, you’ll live a lavish life. The only thing you must do for us, besides giving us unwavering loyalty, is bear him many children. The mafia needs a future generation, after all.”

You gasp in disbelief, your free hand covering your gawking mouth. He can’t be serious. You weren’t born into a mafia family, you weren’t rich, you aren’t good on the field, etc., why would he want you to marry one of his high ranking men?

“I, uhm, I’m flattered that you’d offer me such an amazing, uhm, opportunity, but I don’t think I can up and leave my boss. I’ve helped him for about two years, so it might not be very good for him-” N’Doul suddenly grabs your right wrist, scaring you half to death. You almost drop the bourbon bottle in your left hand, but luckily regain your hold on it.

“She’s right, Master Dio, I still need her assistance in my manor. She helps me write my paperwork, reads off important messages, and assists with many other equally as important tasks. It would be quite hard for me to find someone who is as trusted and reliable as she is,” He slowly releases his hold on you, gently squeezing your right hand’s fingers. You shift uncomfortably on your feet, Dio looks positively pleased with himself, while your boss looks in his general direction with an unamused expression.

“Are you both sure that you want to miss out on this opportunity? I didn’t even say the Alpha’s name yet,” The both of you vehemently nod, you because you don’t want to marry some rando to become a baby factory, and your boss because he can’t bear the thought of you being mated to someone else. “I see, what a shame. I was actually going to offer her to you, N’Doul, but I guess she can continue to be your servant if you want,” The dark haired Alpha’s scent turns sour, making you gulp in both fear and confusion.

“Master Dio, what are you implying?”

“You want to marry her, don't you? Your sweet Beta always takes care of you, she’s willing to do anything to make you comfortable,” Oh God, Dio thinks you’re in love with your boss, “And don’t think I haven’t noticed the change of your scent when she walks into the room, or how you treat her so kindly. The N’Doul I know wouldn’t have hesitated to kill someone if they found out his secret, yet you spared her without a second thought. It seems that the both of you have found your match,” He throws his drink back, finishing it with a single swig, “But, if you still don’t wish to marry, I understand-”

“Please don’t play with my feelings,” Your boss stands to his feet, his scent now overwhelmingly angry, “Of course I’d want to marry her, is that really a question you must ask?” Dio smirks at his uncharacteristic anger.

“Oh, is that so? Then I suppose I will allow it,” He stands to his feet as well, easily towering over the both of you, “Now that that’s settled-”

“Wait! I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but don’t I get a say in this?” N’Doul, who is closest to you, tries to reach out for you again, but you easily dodge his hand, “I’m sorry Master N’Doul, but I don’t want to marry you. I also don’t want any children, and I don’t want any direct involvement with the mafia. I’m fine helping you out around the house and doing my job, but I don’t want anything besides a professional relationship,” It’s quiet for a long moment, a look of hurt flashing over your boss’ face, along with an upset smell permeating the room, before Dio begins to laugh.

“Oh my, it’s so adorable that you think you have a choice. Did you forget that even though you’re not an Omega, the law still views you as lesser to an Alpha? For once, we’d be following the law in making you submit to your Alpha,” The blond rounds the left side of the table, heading straight towards you. In a panic, you try to move to your right to round the table and run for the door, but you run into your boss.

Instead of being thrown off kilter like usual, he stands firm. His arms wrap around your middle, forcing you up against him. You think that he’s surprisingly well built for a man who needs your help 24/7, and that’s when you realise that you’re just a cover. The police know that you work for him, and whenever they’ve questioned you, you’ve always said the same thing; he has no sense of balance, he needs your help to get around the house, etc.. But, looking at the situation at hand, it’s clear that he’s never needed you for anything besides his mafia paperwork.

“I think she’s figured it out N’Doul,” The scary Alpha is now before you, staring down at you with a shit-eating grin, “Though, that doesn’t matter. What matters now is that you listen to me well,” Oh no, “You’re going to marry him, whether you want to or not. You will give him as many pups as he wants, or else you’ll be punished. If you try to escape, you will be punished. Do you understand me?” He’s used his Alpha voice on you. Normally this wouldn’t phase a Beta, but you were no normal Beta.

Against your better judgement, you nod, saying a very forced, “Yes, Alpha,”

“Good. His rut will begin in a few days. When that happens, you will service him as an Omega would. I will give you some heat inducing pills, and you will take them the moment his rut begins,” You stare at the ground with a frown, and nod.

“Okay… but how will they work? I’m not an Omega-” N’Doul’s hold tightens around your ribs exponentially, making you wheeze.

“Don’t act too rash,” He scolds the dark haired Alpha, “That’s an excellent question, Beta,” You flinch at his words, and freeze in fear when he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him, “There are many drugs on the market that can trigger a reaction from your kind. Many Alphas find it fun to break a Beta down into a gushing, cock or pussy hungry whore. You, my dear, are going to be my dear friends’ mate, which means you need to be ready for a long and hard week. If you aren’t you’ll surely die of exhaustion,” N’Doul growls at that, causing Dio to shush him softly, “So, to stop that, you’re going to go into heat as well. It’s as simple as that.”

His words are calming ones, trying to lull you into a false sense of security. But, you know better. You know that both men can kill you easily, you know that your boss could give you up, ending with you becoming a sex slave. So, to save your own skin, you give in.

“Okay. I understand.”

The next few days are a whirlwind of emotion. Because his cover has now been blown, N’Doul refuses your help with any task besides paperwork. Turns out, he’s very high functioning, and he is able to count his steps to-and-fro, and is also able to do things like cooking without your help.

Ever since that day with Dio, he’s been trying to make it up to you. He’ll make you your favourite food, dress you in pretty dresses, help you shower, etc.. It’s honestly suffocating, but whenever you try to distance yourself, one of his few servants will detain you, only to return you back to the patient Alpha.

The day before his scheduled rut, one of the female servants took it upon herself to wax your entire body. Unfortunately for you, she’s a very old fashioned Alpha, and she had no qualms in using her Alpha voice against you. So, she sat you down on the edge of a large jacuzzi like bath tub, and went to town. When your soon to be mate called for you, it’d taken all of your power to walk down the stairs without falling flat on your face. He’d known something was wrong, because your smell wasn’t as lovely as usual, and the way you walked sounded completely different than normal. You didn’t bother lying to him, and to say he was pissed was an understatement.

A low growl draws you from your thoughts, along with the heavy smell of arousal trailing from N’Doul’s quarters. Sighing in dread, you head towards your dresser, grabbing the pills Dio gave you from a small unused jewelry box. Chucking them into your mouth, you unscrew the cap of your water bottle and take a large swig, swallowing down the aphrodisiac you are forced to take.

Shuffling towards your door, you hear the male’s groaning grow loader. Is he outside your door? Grabbing the cool doorknob, you practically throw the door open, expecting to see him kneeling outside. When the hallway is exposed, there’s no one there. Sticking your head outside, you check to see if he was farther down the hall. Nope. It’s empty.

You see his room a few doors down, and realise he’s just that noisy.

Straightening your posture and taking a deep breath, you trudge towards his abode. Knocking lightly on the door, you call out to him, “A-are you okay in there?” All noises cease, leaving you in suspense. Putting your ear against the door, you try to listen in to see if he dropped dead or if he was walking towards the door. You hear nothing, and prepare to pull away, only for the door to open, making you fall forward. Two warm arms catch you with a quickness, before you’re dragged into the dark room, and tossed onto a very comfortable bed.

You bounce once you hit the mattress, only to be pinned down in an instant. He noses your throat, ghosting over your scent glands. His tongue laps at your neck greedily, trying to taste your skin on his tongue. N’Doul’s large, Rough hands grope at the fat of your hips, trailing up to your breasts. He seems to be trying to get a reaction out of you, but all you do is cringe.

The pills haven’t fully kicked in yet, so you’re very uncomfortable under the rough treatment the Alpha is giving you. Noticing this, he growls in annoyance, “Don’t act shy, Darling. I’ll make you feel good if you make me feel good,” Did he truly mistake your discomfort for timidity?

“I, uhm,” He silences you with a heated kiss, both of your spit mixing together, much to your disgust. His fingers pull and prod at your blouse covered nipples, twisting slightly to elicit a reaction. A gasp leaves your lips, as you try to remove his hands. The medicine was slowly, but surely starting to work, making your breasts more sensitive than usual.

He grips the material of your shirt with two fingers, a small snarl coming from his lips, “I want this off. If you want to keep it, you better strip fast,” You practically throw your shirt over your head, moving as fast as you can. Your best friend had given you his shirt years ago, and you’ve used it as a sleep shirt ever since.

A small smile decorates his harsh features, as he is finally able to feel your skin against his. He squeezes your breasts, loving the feeling of your fat between your fingers. You try not to look, hoping to zone out the entire session, but the rapid heat appearing in your tummy is making it very hard to do so.

“I can’t wait until these are filled with milk, your Alpha might have to have a taste for himself,” A gasp leaves your lips at his erotic words, especially when his lips connect with your right nipple. He suckles on it like a child, whilst toying with the hem of your panties. With one swift movement, he shucks them down your legs without separating from your chest.

A loud moan escapes your throat, as he starts to toy with your puffy pussy. The waxing from the night before makes you more sensitive than normal, eliciting all the right reactions. He removes himself from your chest, bringing your panties to his nose, breathing in your slick.

“Such a yummy and cute little Beta, no wonder everyone everyone confuses you for an Omega,” He licks the seat of your panties, practically cumming in his drawers at your taste, “Fuck, you even taste fertile. Does your little womb want my cum, Darling? Want me to pump a cute baby into you?” His words send another wave of heat to your core, causing your slit to gush out your arousal.

“Yes, yes please! Please fill me up!” He smirks at your neediness, and he shoves your legs apart. The smell of your arousal permeates the room, causing the large man to choke on his own spit.

“Oh my, your pussy smells so good,” N’Doul practically dives between your legs, sniffing at your dripping pussy. Your hands reach down and grip at his black locks, practically begging him to eat you out.

“Please lick my pussy! I was to take your knot,” He starts to kitten lick at your clit, causing tour hips to buck into his face, smearing your arousal over his chin and nose. He moans, loving the thought of everyone knowing that he belongs to you.

“Such a Good Girl, in no Time, we’ll have a cute pup running around. Then I’ll fuck another one into you, giving them a sibling to hang out with,” You keen at his words, especially when he inserts two fingers into you at once. He scissors them at a fast pace, sucking on your clit harshly. Your cunt gushes in your first orgasm, making your back arch and a scream leave your lips, “What a good Darling, loosen up so I can fuck you full.”

He adds two more into your cunt, your pussy sucking his fingers with an iron grip. His hips rut into the mattress below, as he brings you to a second release.

“I’m gonna stuff you full, keep you locked on my knot. My Darling Beta, my cute cumslut,” he withdraws his hand from your heat, making you whine. But, he’s quick to shut you up with another heated kiss. Pushing your knees back, he puts you into a mating press. With one hand he keeps you in that position, and the other pushes his drawers off of his hips, kicking them off onto the floor.

Lining his tip to your slick hole, he dips it in, testing the waters. When he feels your ring of muscle practically pulling you in, he can’t help but slam his entire length into you, causing you to scream out in both pleasure and pain. His tip rams into your cervix harshly, trying to access your deepest point.

He doesn’t give you time to adjust, and starts to roughly fuck into you. His heavy balls slap against your ass in a rhythmic fashion, whilst he forced your knees by your head.

“Fuck, your sloppy cunt is taking me so well. I love the way you gush around my cock,” You can’t say anything, too overwhelmed with pleasure. Your mouth falls open, eyes rolling back into your head. Pathetic moans rattle your chest, as he smashes himself as close as he can to you, “Don’t worry, Beta, your Alpha will fill you up nicely. I’ll make you round with my baby, I’ll give you pretty milky tits, and I’ll take care of you for the rest of your life!”

He picks up his pace, trying to draw out more noises and slick to help him force his way in. His knot is quickly forming at the base of his cock, and it pulls almost painfully at the opening of your slit.

“A-Alpha, I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum!” He smiles at your admission, starting to force his knot inside.

“Good Beta, cum around your Alpha’s knot,” N’Doul forces his entire weight onto you, bucking his hips even harsher than before.

His knot catches on your opening one more time, before breaching your drooling cunt. He ruts into you for a few moments longer, before his knot hardens fully, breaching the opening of your womb, locking himself inside of you.

The feeling of him knotting you causes you to squirt, your release just barely slipping past your stuffed opening, painting his abs with your cum. He forces his mouth onto yours, as his seed pumps into you in thick spurts. He fills you up so much, that you feel bloated, your tummy poking out a little bit more than normal. N’Doul Real esse your legs, letting you settle into a comfortable position, his warm hand lays on your stuffed womb.

“My beautiful mate, I’m so happy you accepted me. We’ll have the best pups, I’ll make sure none of you want for anything. Fuck, why’re you squeezing me so harshly?”

You whine in both pain and pleasure, laying your forearm across your eyes, “I think I need to go to the hospital. Betas aren't meant to take knots, and you’re currently deep in my womb,” He scrambles to pull himself out, only to yank on your womb harshly, making a small scream of pain escape your lips, and tears dot your eyes, “No! No! Not right now, oh god, that hurts so bad!”

His moment of post nut clarity, brings him to kiss your face with multiple tender kisses.

“It’s okay, Darling, we’ll patch you up soon. Maybe Dio will have a drug to make this less painful for you.”

You stare up at the ceiling with dread, the pills he gave you makes you feel good, yes, but the pain of no longer having freedom and a knotted cock in your womb is enough to make you sick.

Hopefully your kid will be cute. Because, if not, you don’t know what you’ll do.

#yandere n'doul #yandere n'doul x reader #n'doul x reader #yandere jjba #yandere jjba x reader #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere omegaverse #omegaverse #jjba omegaverse

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heybeybey · 4 years ago

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You should be killing titans Levi

Happy Smutty Saturday everyone. I actually promised angst but the plot I have in mind for that one might need a few more weeks because my mind is melting.

Anyway, have crack instead feat. Levi getting horny over a titan. Man just can't catch a break.

And no, the sex happens in Petra's human form. Please, I'm not that fucked up yet 😭

Summary: Petra somehow acquired the Cart Titan during canon events and Levi, whose sole purpose in the past few years was to kill titans, finds himself simping over one.

Rating: Explicit

Genre: Romance, Humor, Crack

Words: 2,480

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When Petra emerged from her titan form the first time, the only thing Levi thought about was her safety. Sure, they'd seen that Eren was perfectly fine, albeit a bit knocked out of it. But the idea of humans controlling titans is still pretty new to their own little world. As Petra's captain, of course he'd do whatever he can to protect his subordinates.

They tested out her abilities in the limited time they have until the next expedition. Hange, the mad bitch that they are, would be the one doing and leading the experiments while his squad oversees. Frankly, him and the three other guys think it's more to protect Petra from Hange's crazy ideas.

So, it was the same as usual. As far as usual can get when it comes to the Survey Corps, that is. Petra was still in his team and surprisingly, nothing changed in their relationship as captain and subordinate.

Everything only shifted when he'd seen her in action during her first expedition as a titan shifter.

He honestly thinks that her titan form is ugly as fuck. It was even uglier than Yeager's. However, seeing the fire in its eyes, in her amber eyes that is just so Petra had left him a little bit awestruck. Her titan has the same ginger hair and he shouldn't be thinking this, because he's looking at a titan, but is it shining when the light hits her tresses? He feels his mouth go dry as Petra's titan shields an injured scout from two abnormals, before making a move to kill them by biting off their napes.

She lands back on the ground, re-assembling herself in their usual scouting formation.

Fuck.

"Levi? Are you okay?" Erwin pipes up once they're all in the clear.

"What the fuck are you talking about, Erwin?"

Erwin, that bastard, only gives him a slow smirk in return.

"I hope that won't be much of a hindrance then," Erwin says, gesturing down. Levi glances down and only realizes now why his pants have started to tighten. The fact that he's currently riding a horse isn't doing him any favors.

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There was this one time when Hange wanted to test how long the younger girl can retain her titan form and they found out that she can go on for months. He'd have to admit that he misses actually seeing Petra's face but even Levi found her titan's strength impressive.

Until she started crawling around in her human form.

He finds her crawling one afternoon and Levi feels that familiar heat flare up inside him as he takes in the curve of her back and ass. His eyes would sometimes stray there during trainings but he'd never expected her backside to be this round and full. The fact that she's currently in a dress that reaches just below her knee is only making this worse. He swallows when he sees a hint of exposed skin of her thigh and if he could bunch up her dress further, it would be so easy to just take her right now.

Levi's hand twitches, and he repeatedly needed to remind himself that touching his subordinate is considered harassment.

"What the fuck are you doing, Petra!?"

"Oh, hi captain!" Petra flushes in embarrassment, trying to push herself up against the wall but fails every time. She almost hit her head once, if Levi hadn't stepped in and helped her up himself.

"I'm sorry," She says, clinging to him. Levi, mortified that another inch closer would mean she'll feel the rising enthusiasm below his belt, tries to discreetly move his lower part away. "I didn't know this is a side effect of being in my titan form for too long. I'm actually on my way to tell Hange about it."

"Side effect?"

Petra only blushes deeper. "My body... might've forgotten how to walk properly since I've been on all fours for so long."

Levi can feel his brain short-circuiting when she said the words all fours. His brain started supplying him with an image of her on all fours in his own bedroom floor, of how he would bend her over and make her suck his-

"Hey Petra!" Thank fucking god. He'd never been so glad to have Hange around. "Gunther said you were coming to see me?"

Wanting to get everything over with completely (so he can run to his room and deal with his rising erection), he hoisted Petra up in his arms instead, leading to her wrapping her own arms around his neck. A blush tinges her soft round cheeks and he tries to avoid looking down at her, knowing that she's staring up at him in wonder.

He'd noticed this with Petra whenever they're physically close together, of how she'd be in a sort of trance whenever he'd subconsciously tuck a strand behind her ear or when she'd lean down to set his tea on his office table and he really shouldn't be thinking of this right now when he was just thinking of fucking her if Hange hadn't barged in.

Once she's settled in Hange's lab, Four Eyes took that moment to turn to Levi.

"Now you know how I feel whenever I see titans," Hange says.

"What." Horror starts to rise in Levi's chest when he realizes their implication, but only his disgust shines through his face.

"What?" Hange answers back, acting as if what they just said was a normal statement.

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That same afternoon, Levi demanded from the medical team that they better provide him a crutch right fucking now or he won't be responsible for the injuries he'll be causing on the inhabitants of the room.

He hurriedly gives it to Petra, harshly ordering her that she is not to crawl around like that ever again for the sake of her dignity. Deep down, he knows it's to save his.

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He tried to avoid being alone with Petra in her titan form in the coming months. Actually, he avoided being alone with her completely, even when she's out of her titan. But it's a Friday night and all the other scouts have been given time off, with some of them already packed up to go home for the weekend to see their family.

Petra, on the other hand, had no choice but to stay until further notice. She could barely leave the building unless either Levi, Eld, Gunther or Oluo is with her.

He sees her alone right now outside since Hange wanted to test if Petra can stay up all night in this form. The sun will rise up in a few hours, and he thinks this is more than enough time to indulge Four-Eyes in their curiosity.

"Captain?" It always catches him off guard whenever Petra speaks in her titan form. Her voice was so different from the sweet and cheerful tone he'd gotten used to greeting him in the morning.

"Couldn't sleep."

She's currently lying down, hands tucked under her titan's chin and it endearingly reminds him of a ginger cat curled up and poised to sleep. He noticed how Petra's eyes reveals just how bored she is, staring only straight ahead.

"Aren't you tired?" Levi asks, leaning his body against the side of Petra's titan form. Feeling the titan's bare skin almost made him flinch because he knows it's Petra. He shouldn't be thinking of his subordinate naked right now but her titan form isn't helping at all.

"Levi... are you actually getting attracted to a titan?" Erwin had asked him once, amusement coloring the blonde man's features, when he caught Levi staring at Petra's titan form during one of her experiments with Hange. "Maybe I shouldn't have allowed you to be around Hange too much."

"Are you on some drugs, Erwin?" Levi snaps, but can't help the thumping in his chest and the rising panic because of course Erwin would catch on eventually. "Are you getting too smart that that brain of yours actually rotted and died in a shithole?"

Petra only shakes her head. "I'm all good, captain. Besides, Hange tells me I can take the day off to rest tomorrow. Still can't leave the barracks though."

Levi tries to avoid cringing at hearing her titan's voice. He doesn't think he'll ever get used to it. "Can you not talk to me while you're using that voice? Get out of there." He orders.

Petra, always obedient and willing to please her captain, did get out of her titan. She struggled with detaching her hands as usual and Levi sighs, making a move to climb up and help her.

Before he gets the chance to do so, Petra was able to pull herself out abruptly but the force was enough to send her flying to the ground.

Levi's reflexes was fast enough to try and cushion her fall but the angle wasn't right for him to catch her properly, and Petra ends up landing on top of Levi and both of the groan at the impact.

Levi thinks that his erection must really hate him. It already betrayed him once during a fucking expedition. It's rising again now as Petra shuffles around in an attempt to stand up, muttering a string of sorry captain! and I didn't mean to, her every action brushing further against his dick.

"Stop it, Petra!" He shouts, panic almost tinging his voice. Petra freezes at his voice and Levi thinks that maybe he shouldn't have asked her to stop moving because now, his dick is directly against her thigh and she'll eventually feel everything.

He watches as confusion passes through Petra's face, before it shifts to shock when she finally realizes what was pressing against her thigh, eventually settling on a coy smile.

They stared at each other a little longer before this minx actually found the courage to intentionally press her thigh down further. Levi finally allows his pent up lust and frustration to blow over, growling as he grabs Petra's hair to pull her down for a bruising kiss.

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When Petra mentioned that she's getting a whole Saturday off to rest, he's pretty sure this wasn't how Hange instructed the younger girl to spend her day.

He already came once after she enthusiastically sucked him off. He could only watch in a daze as Petra took him as far as she could, almost intentionally choking herself on his own cock. He's surprised at how much of an absolute freak Petra is, insisting that she's going to swallow every last drop of him even when he tried to push her away for her sake.

Now, she's settling herself on his bed, on all fours, and Levi's pretty sure he's going to die before this day ends. He palms her ass, giving a squeeze as he feels her up, before kneeling behind her to deliver hot kisses down her spine. Petra shivers when he pulls on her hips to draw her closer.

"I wanted to rail you so bad the past few weeks, Petra." He whisper against her skin, hand trailing down to start playing with her clit. "Fuck, your experiments with Four Eyes only made it worse."

"Take me like this then, captain." She says in the filthiest voice she could muster, grinding her ass up firmly against his clothed erection and opening her legs further for him. From the naughty smirk that she's giving him, Levi finally realizes that she'd already known just what has been running on his mind the past few weeks.

He can see her core glistening, half from when he'd fucked her with his tongue earlier on and half from her eagerness and anticipation to have him inside her as soon as possible.

He tears his underwear away, wasting no time in breaching her wet core. Petra moans wantonly, curving her lower back further so she can push her ass up to pull him inside of her more.

How can someone who sounds and looks and acts so sweet be such a fucking slut in bed? he thinks in a daze as he starts pounding inside her.

It was a tight fit and Petra grabs one of his hands to push his palm up against her breast. Levi was all too eager to indulge in her fantasies, thumbing down her erect nipple and squeezing as he gives a hard thrust.

When he hits the spot inside her just right, that's when they both fasten their pace. Petra braced her arms against the sheets, head falling down and forehead resting against the soft bed as she takes everything that Levi gives her.

She comes first, grabbing a pillow to catch a moan that's bordering a scream. Levi revels in the feeling of her tightening around him and after Petra says yes, I can take birth control come inside me, captain please, he didn't even think. He just lets himself go and Petra moans further as he releases hotly inside her.

Petra slacks down on the bed with him following, his bare and sweaty chest against her back. He rolls away after he'd caught his breath, and Petra giggles from contentment and ecstasy.

Her giggles shoot straight down to his cock and Levi finds himself starting to harden again. She squeaks a bit when she feels his growing erection against her ass before smirking, a challenging glint on her amber eyes as she finally turns to face him.

No words were needed to be spoken and she tempts him by throwing a toned leg over his middle, inching her skin closer to his crotch.

Needless to say, Petra found herself on her back, knees almost touching her shoulders as the captain made sure she kept her legs open for each of his thrusts.

After that round, Levi could only exhaustedly lie on his back afterwards. His mind is still swimming after orgasming for the third time in a row.

He was about to ask her if she'd like to take a shower first before they sleep, only for Petra to roll herself on top of him. She started peppering kisses along his jaw and neck, making it a point to grind her exposed nipples against the hard lines of his chest.

"Fuck, again?"

"Didn't Hange tell you that the cart titan has amazing endurance?" Petra leans in, a coy smile on her lips. "I can go on for hours, captain."

#rivetra #levi x petra #petra x levi #rivapeto #rivapet #this is the stupidest idea ive ever had #semi crack #almost crack #the sex isn't THAT freaky dont worry ahahaha

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dixon-angel · 4 years ago

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Choices {Daryl Dixon} Prologue

Summary: Earning Daryl Dixon’s trust for the most part was harder than surviving the end of the world. For you, though, all it took was one trip gone wrong into Atlanta. Safety is never guaranteed.

T/W: this series follows the story of TWD (the show, not the comic) and will contain: strong language, violence, depictions of gore, depictions of vore, major character death, spoilers (if you haven’t seen the show before), sexual themes, drug use, heavy themes (will be trigger warnings for those scenes). Read at your own risk, I am not responsible if any content upsets you, you have been warned.

There was a low, somber air around the farm. It had been quiet for the most part of the week. Most had been snappy, and Carol… well, it was easy to imagine how a grieving mother was to be. Especially given the circumstances.

Daryl Dixon, it seemed, though, was highly affected by what had happened. He had fought with Shane over looking for Sophia and had spent so long tracking the forest - hell he’d even almost killed himself with his own damn arrow looking for her. He had hope. He had given Carol hope. Yet… she had been in the barn the entire time, locked up like cattle. She had been in there. She had been a walker for god knows how long and… Daryl had been looking for her.

There were footsteps, but Daryl sat still. He didn’t care for people. He hadn’t ever since Carol had pushed her way out of his arms and stormed back to the farmhouse. It was soul-crushing finding Sophia there. It truly was. Daryl felt defeated.

“Hey…”

Usually, that voice would bring him so much comfort but Daryl would not look over, not even when he felt you plonk down beside him.

“Daryl, look… about Sophia…” you were slow with your words, quiet. You didn’t want him to explode on you. You knew that out of everyone, you were the least likely to get any aggression from the younger Dixon brother, yet you couldn’t help but be cautious around him.

The sun was setting nicely, an amber glow falling amongst the trees. There was a chill in the air but neither of you minded. It was kind of nice compared to the blistering heat that had been present earlier in the day.

You took in a breath. It wasn’t easy to talk to Daryl when he was upset, but he had blown up on just about everyone lately and you had kept your distance. But you didn’t want to anymore. You knew why he was acting out and… you didn’t want him to push everyone away from himself.

“...Daryl,” you began with a sigh, “what happened to Sophia wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault….”

Daryl didn’t answer. He didn’t even acknowledge your words. He was starting absentmindedly towards the farmhouse.

“I know you blame yourself, you think you could have done more for her but… Daryl, she was in the barn. She was bitten a long time ago…”

“That doesn’t help.” He replied gruffly. At least he wasn’t screaming at you.

“I know…” you sigh again, stretching your legs out in front and placing your hands on your lap, “but… she was only twelve, Daryl… I hate to say it but Shane was kinda right, she didn’t stand a chance.” You scoffed. Daryl made a grunt in response, “She was only a kid… in a sad kinda way, death was probably a good thing for her. She was growing up in a world full of death and decay. Death was a kind outcome for Sophia.”

“...try tellin’ Carol that…”

“... yeah, maybe we keep that between us, huh?” You knocked your shoulder against his.

It went quiet for another moment. You took the pause to think about what you were going to say next.

“This ain't a world for kids to be growing up in Daryl, you know that, right?”

“Yeah..” Daryl scoffed.

“I mean… I know I sure as hell don’t wanna bring kids up like this.”

“... so that’s it, huh? All we do is bump uglies?”

“Daryl…” you sighed, “that’s not what I meant.”

“No, go on and say it, cause I thought-“

“Daryl,” you cut him off, “I don’t wanna raise a kid in this world. Look at how much it changed Carl. If, and when, I have kids, I wanna… I wanna be able to bring them up in some sort of stability. I wanna be able to let them learn how to ride a bike in the middle of the street, or to play kerby for hours on end, I want my kids to have a childhood, not what Sophia or Carl have to endure.”

It was Daryl’s turn to sigh. He plucked up the courage to finally look over at you. Your side-profile was blooming with the golden hue from the sunset. It cast a kind of angelic look across your face. You weren’t looking at him, not even with your eyes. Daryl’s gaze lingered only for a moment before he turned his head.

You were right. Sophia’s death was a tragedy. It shouldn’t have happened but… this was no world for a kid to be living in.

“So, what, you wanna build up some kinda civilisation? You wanna rebuild humanity?”

“I guess…” you chuckled lightly. You knew how crazy it sounded, “you think I’m hoping for too much?” You looked over at Daryl and for a moment, your eyes met.

“Girl, I think you’re batshit crazy. You’re hopin’ for something’ way outta your zone. Try hopin’ for a rabbit for dinner.” He was joking, but the seriousness in his voice would throw someone less familiar with him off.

“Yeah… I guess I am hoping for too much. But you gotta have hope, right?”

“Yeah… it drives ya forward… gives ya something - anything - to cling on to… I… I hoped Sophia was alive… not just for my sake, or for Carol, but for everyone… cause if that little girl could outsmart all the geeks in the woods, we mighta stood a chance.”

You looked over at Daryl. He was staring at the ground. He was blinking a little too often and you knew that if you were looking at him head-on, you’d find tears in his eyes. Rick, Shane, Lori, Dale, everyone else, they didn’t see Daryl for who he truly was. He was a very broken man, but you saw beneath his hardened shell. It hadn’t been easy breaking him down, it had taken you since the start of the outbreak to get this far.

Daryl was a good man. People never even tried to see the good in him, though. They saw a hot-headed redneck and… well, they didn’t want to look after that. You saw him, though. You saw Daryl and he saw you, too.

“I kinda blame your old man for all this.” Daryl broke the silence, “he should not have left her alone.”

“... I kinda blame him, too.” You agreed, “but he didn’t have any other choice. If he did, I know he would not have left her like that. I’m sure he feels guilty enough without us pointing fingers.”

“I suppose…” Daryl took a breath, “what took ya so long to come see me, anyway?”

“I don’t know, maybe the fact you’ve been kinda rude to everyone else? I didn’t want you breaking up with me over this.”

“Nah, I’d never do that.” He managed to shuffle a little closer before slinging his arm over your shoulder. You melted into his touch. You had missed him.

“Will you come back, now, angel?”

“Back?”

“Will you move your damn tent back to camp, Daryl Dixon?”

“I don’t think you’re leavin’ me much choice, are ya?”

“I am not.”

You pushed yourself up and out of Daryl’s touch. He wanted to grab you back but you had already taken a couple of long strides forwards to get out of his reach.

“I am sorry about Sophia, Daryl. I know finding her meant a lot to you. At least you got your closure.” The golden glow was engulfing you now and Daryl really didn’t know how he’d been so lucky to land someone like you.

“Yeah…”

“Can you come back? You gotta shower- don’t look at me like that!” You chuckled, “come on, I’ll make it worth your while.”

Well, you didn’t need to say much more for Daryl to be pushing himself off of the log he had been perched on.

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yan-genshin · 4 years ago

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warnings: general yandere content, drug use (alcohol), implied death

a/n: trying out a new writing style for this one! hopefully it works out-

♥︎ kaeya alberich

kaeya doesn’t like being alone. it’s not something he shows openly- it’s something he keeps deep down, along with most of his honest thoughts and feelings. but it’s as true as the sky is blue; he’s always seeking company, whether it be from his fellow knighst or from less than savory fellows at the bar. but now it’s not enough; loneliness goes from “being alone” to “not having his beloved around

“you’re leaving already?” kaeya’s smooth voice makes the traveler stop in the doorway to angel’s share. it’s late at night, but not so late as to worry about the bar closing; in fact, it seems mondstadt’s night life is just waking. the traveler doesn’t stick around at bars often, not being one for alcohol, and frankly, there’s no reason why kaeya should want them to stay. he’s got work to do, as evident by the table of probable bandits he’s been chatting up all night; and yet for a second he seems genuinely displeased the traveler is leaving. it’s only for a second, though, and quickly his teasing tone is back as he chuckles and waves his hand. “well, well, at least let me walk you to your inn. you are staying in the city, aren’t you?”

he should be relieved that stormterror- or dvalin, as he should call the dragon- no longer threatens the city, but he can’t. sure, the traveler hasn’t left yet, but he’s heard them talk to venti, talk to others about how they’re supposed to head to liyue soon, to try and speak to rex lapis. it’s mean of him, but it makes him roll his eyes. do they truly think they can just waltz in and get an audience with a god? they got lucky here- to just run into barbatos, that “venti” is as kind and aloof as he is, but there’s no reason rex lapis should be like that... right?

he plants seeds of doubt smoothly, carefully. loose comments about how ancient and important morax is, about how many people crowd around him during the rite of descension, that it’d surely be hard to speak to the god as an outsider.

he said he’d called them over to his office for a small mission, but it seems he’s more interested in small talk. paimon refused to come over, still hurt about kaeya tricking them once before with his fake quest for some random sword and treasure; but the traveler is still there, dutily attending the cavalry captain’s request. to be fair, he is seemingly briefing them on a mission- something minor about some slimes in springvale- but he’s also awfully chatty. and somehow the topic falls onto the traveler’s twin; it’s hard to miss the glint in kaeya’s eye when he speaks. “i have to admire your dedication. why, me? i wouldn’t be putting in so much effort into chasing for someone who, for all i know, was probably killed by- an all-powerful goddess, you said?”

tearing the traveler down just to be there for them “on their lowest” is scummy, sure, but it works. he has a way with words, a way to bring up the outlander’s wounds to surface, to shatter their heart with his words and then have the gall to rub their back and hold them in his arms when they cry, gently consoling them in ways that don’t really help. oh, are they worried their twin might be dead, gone forever? now, now, no need to cry- they’ll always have a family here in mondstadt. they’ll always have him.

if he were anyone else, the traveler might have just gotten mad at him. but he’s kaeya; shady, up-to-no-good kaeya. of course he can twist his words and actions just perfectly, to make his horrible actions not that noticeable and yet so painful, to make his fake kindness and manipulation appear genuine to the lonely traveler

stacking up tasks and missions on the traveler’s back, packing on emotional baggage and doubt, making the traveler about as afraid of being alone as he is. after all, the traveler has always been with their twin; they’d been using the faith of finding their missing sibling as fuel to keep going, but with the idea that perhaps said sibling is gone planted in their head it’s hard for them to not seek out comfort in kaeya’s presence, with how he dotes on them

paimon is of little help. the little creature might have been the traveler’s closest friend, but the lack of adventuring seems to make the little woman less clingy. in fact, she’s more often than not hanging out with amber or bothering venti- it’s clear she doesn’t know how to deal with the traveler’s sudden depression, choosing to steer clear while “the problem sorts itself out”, not knowing that leaving them alone is just giving kaeya more openings to present himself as the only comfort for them

it’s almost pitiful how he’s trained them, he thinks. they come to him willingly, like a pet seeking its master. even though they end up crying most of the time, due to his own words, they still come to him knowing he’ll kiss their tears away, play with their hair and rub circles into their back as they hiccup and sob. they still talk about leaving sometimes- stressing over missing the rite of descension in liyue- but he knows they don’t have it in them to take on the journey, not as they are. dependant on him.

it’s so easy to be mean once he knows he’s got the poor traveller hooked. to make them doubt their own fighting, their own skills, making them believe their only real use is to run menial tasks for the knights. oh, don’t they know mostly everyone thinks they’re clumsy and useless? but not him, no, no. it’s so easy to make himself the center of their world once he’s completely destroyed it and re-built it for his own purpose

and even then, if the traveler insists on going to liyue- if even after all this work, they still try to leave, then he’s not afraid to get his hands dirty. he doesn’t need to play fair; he just needs to win, right? the fact that the roads from mondstadt to liyue are well-traveled and the hubbub of the rite of descension keep people distracted. nobody will notice one less traveler walking down the roads.

it’s truly as easy as letting the traveler drink more than their share on the night of their “departure”. letting them say goodbye to everyone, promising to return soon. and then just hitting them hard on the back of the head as they walk out of their inn. paimon isn’t a big deal; he doesn’t particularly adore having to dispose of such a helpless creature, but it’s also not difficult to just freeze and toss into the lake surrounding the city as he carries his darling back home, only for them to awaken confused and with a chain around their ankle

“are you angry, perhaps?” he doesn’t sound like a kidnapper, but that’s what he is. or at least at the moment- surely, his dear little traveler will settle down soon enough. “i’d say this is for your own good, but i won’t lie to you, dear. i just had to do this. you were going to leave me.” his voice drops at this- it’s as if the words themselves hurt him. to think they’d leave. he watches with delight the scared look in his beloved’s eyes, how they nervously tug at the chains and ask if this is all a joke. it isn’t, of course. this is just how things have to be. he’s happy to keep telling them that looking for the seven archons is useless; do they really think their sibling is alive? after being attacked by a goddess? didn’t they themselves barely survive months on the beach just because they found some weird fairy thing?

in the end, kaeya values his comfort over his darling’s. this- everything- is his desperate attempts to keep them from leaving. and so what if it ends with a terrified and horribly depressed traveler locked in his house? they’re scared of him, but they also can’t help but crave his comfort, memories of him soothing them and wiping away their tears still resonating with “comfort and warmth” in their mind. and that’s all he wants, really- to hold them, to be the only person in their mind. it’s ok if they break a little in the process, it’s ok, as long as they don’t leave

#genshin impact #yandere genshin impact #kaeya alberich #genshin x reader #yandere tw #alcohol ment #death ment

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op-sheepy · 4 years ago

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6. dark law, 19. Davy Back, 36. the whimsical captain trafalgar law, 55. marine pet AU!

Oh, good eye. Those are some of my favorites.. Here is another long one under the cut. Also sorry for the late response. :D

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6. Dark Law

Essentially my take (one of them at least) on what would have happened had Corazon not taken Law from the Donquixote pirates but left anyway when he thought Law had ratted him out.

Some details regarding this:

Rocinante returns to the marines and was able to submit the intelligence he'd gathered. This doesn't do much except inconvenience Doflamingo, as already acknowledged during Law and Doffy's fight.

Vergo gets discovered so he just goes back to the family.

Law does not eat the Ope Ope no mi since Doflamingo never intended for him to. At least, initially.

Because, I'm assuming, not everyone can perform the "Perennial Youth Operation," as it was stated they needed to be 'wise' or 'knowledgeable' and being a doctor does not really automatically equal that, Doflamingo had to kill the users he had chosen when none of them could do it so the fruit could go back to the circulation and he could feed it to the next potentially qualified person he could find.

Law's Amber Lead Syndrome got healed by one of these users though it was only because Law, himself, taught them how to (being familiar with the disease through his father's research as well being a good doctor)

Eventually, everyone realizes that Law is actually the most suited to wield the fruit (all the other smart doctors either having a fruit already or are simply inaccessible), certain that Law would be able to figure out how to do the ultimate technique. So, reluctantly, because he does care in his twisted conditional way, Doflamingo gives the Ope Ope no Mi to Law.

Law at this point had been raised as Doffy's right hand, all according to his plan. While he truly considers Law family and might genuinely regret making him give up his life, Doffy would still ask it from him because there is nothing more important than Doflamingo and his goals. A sentiment that almost everyone in his family considers true.

And Law... well...

Doflamingo rested both hands on Law's shoulders. His tinted glasses peering down, voice heavy with regret, "I wish there was another way."

Law's face remained impassive only broken by a small wistful twitch of his lips. It almost looked like a smile. He grasped Doflamingo's arm and directed him towards the operating table.

"You have taught me many lessons one of which was the futility of wishing for better circumstances." Law seated him and prepared his equipment.

"You taught me to take advantage of any situation by using whatever it is at my disposal." Carefully, he opened a package of sterile gloves. It wasn't really needed but the ritual of opening the pack and putting the gloves on one hand at a time always helped settle his nerves.

"I had expected you to do the same so I'd been prepared for this even before you gave me the fruit." Law lifted his eyes as he slid the first glove in place. "Don't feel too bad. I really am grateful for everything you've done for me. This is just me returning the favor."

He slid the other glove and stretched it over his hand. Softly, almost a whisper, without taking his eyes off his would-be patient, "I wish there was another way too." The snap that followed the release of the glove was too loud in the small operating room.

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19. Davy Back

Early Heart Pirates stuff. And another workaround for writing with at least one of the nameless Heart Pirates.

A Davy Back Fight is initiated for an abused crew member of the opposing crew because Penguin couldn't help himself. The rules are a work in progress, hence this fic's state in limbo.

I really like writing about how these guys were when starting out. They probably looked too adorable, to be honest, so in the harsh North Blue they must have had a hard time getting treated seriously. Not that that would have bothered them (I honestly think they exploited it a lot.)

The enemy captain stared intently at each Heart Pirate then at the list of members given to him. The man didn't bother controlling the upward curl of his mouth.

"No powers. No weapons. Sumo wrestling with your navigator and hand-to-hand combat with your doctor."

Shachi choked and struggled a little bit to get his breathing back to normal. He waved away Penguin's hands patting his back. The pats were a little too harsh, clearly an admonishment if the accompanying glare was anything to go by.

Penguin almost felt sorry for whoever it was being matched against Law. Bepo, while just as incensed by the other crew, was way too conscious of controlling his strength to ever really hurt anyone too badly. The captain, on the other hand, could turn someone into a useless writhing lump of agony by systematically dislocating joints Penguin hadn't even known could be dislocated. Gruesome as severed body parts looked, the powers could at least make it painless.

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36. The Whimsical Captain Trafalgar Law

More Heart Pirates stuff though would feature some of the allied crews as well. This is actually a series/multi-chaptered (or would be).

A Heart Pirates adventure fic where they all go along with their captain's whims all while trying to figure him out. His crew is so used to it they barely even flinch anymore.

Not to say they understand him because who knows what goes inside their captain's head. In fact, they debate that sometimes (a lot of times) the crew being divided among those who think Law has got a plan and those who think he's winging it (often switching really).

"You can't possibly tell me there's some sort of plan behind this."

More than half of the crew looked a bit skeptical, the rest looked defensive.

Clione held up his hands. "Hey, I'm not complaining. I'll follow the captain wherever same as you. But you gotta admit that there isn't always a method to his madness. He really does do things on a whim."

"I disagree. The captain's just saying that but he knows what he's doing. Pretty sure there's a reason behind all his actions..." Protests started, so Penguin amended, "...that isn't just him being a bastard on purpose because he hates someone. Which is a pretty valid reason since we are pirates."

"How about that time we raided the flour factory?" Ikkaku asked.

Penguin's reply came immediately. "Discreet incendiary." A beat. "...also he hates bread."

Before they could celebrate, Shachi interrupted, "His dislike of bread counts as a reason and since it's incidental it doesn't count as a whim."

With narrowed eyes, Clione tried again. "The monastery? Dressing up as monks."

"Medicinal plant in the courtyard bred by this one priest."

"Marineford?"

"Allowed us to get intel and allies."

"And the emergency operations without anesthesia?"

"Possible drug interaction. Emporio Ivankov and their hormone powers."

So continued their back and forth. By the end of it, Penguin and Shachi looked way too smug. Truthfully, they both agreed Law was more impulsive than he let on, often unaware of it himself. But they knew the man they chose to follow always had a plan and purpose (though not necessarily present at the start, but semantics)

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55. Marine Pet AU

Haha... Another one of those difficult to explain ones. Starring the Marines (particularly the original three admirals and Sengoku), and the Shichibukai.

Uhm... So everything's the same except the Shichibukai aren't pirates. They're animals. That's it.

It starts with a wayward flamingo wearing eyewear harassing officers near one of their HQs. Also the Marines need to improve their public image. For some reason, the best they came up with is to get a mascot. Hitting two birds with one stone. (Except they can't really hit the bird. They tried)

So the Marines build a zoo or a habitat. Here are the only types of pirates the World Government can tolerate. Aren't they cute and fluffy?

The public eat it all up. It's popular so now they have to commit. And really, these animals become so important their safety and wellbeing become the higher-ups' problem.

Kizaru is having fun. Aokiji is resigned. Akainu tries (he doesn't quite know what but he'll do what's best for the Marines even if that's getting that damn flamingo away from the reptile enclosure for the tenth time that week on a Tuesday.)

Will feature other marines as well as all of the Shichibukai. All of them.

He checked the schedule and sighed deeply.

Boa, Doflamingo, Mihawk.

He had the most troublesome ones. Briefly, he contemplated just letting his subordinates handle them but quickly scrapped the idea.

He wouldn't say these animals were attached to him and the other admirals but they got more difficult to handle the lower the rank as though these creatures' egos get ruffled. It wasn't a matter of ability. It was perhaps more accurate to say that they had respect. A modicum of it.

It should be Boa's feeding time. Another sigh escaped him as he headed towards the grooming room, a room specifically made to groom Boa's food.

It took them a while to figure out the snake's preferred diet but they found it out when a stray kitten had snuck in and Boa swooped in to swallow it whole. From there they determined that she would only eat cute animals--any less adorable and she doesn't even look at it. So puppies and kittens. And maybe bunny rabbits. Which was bad from a PR perspective so they've taken to grooming rats. Put a nice lovely ribbon and brushed them so they're all fluffy.

He entered the grooming room and one of the officers assigned there took a quick look at him, glanced down the rat they were grooming, then burst to tears (they tended to get attached.) He pressed his hand to his head letting the ice cool down his budding headache. Why couldn't he have gotten Jinbe?

Thank you for playing. :)

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hansolmates · 5 years ago

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jjk; angel’s trumpet [07]

summary; one second, your life is flashing before your eyes and the next, you’re transported into a world exactly like your own. but the jungkook you meet in this world isn’t a renowned singer or your former almost-lover, in fact he has no clue who you are and why you know him so well. as you work to find your way home lost and confused, you conclude that you’re either dead or in the middle of the most wicked drug trip of your life. pairing; idol!jk x reader (f), alternatively film producer!jk x reader genre/warnings; fluff, angst, supernatural, idol!au, non-idol!au, alternate universes, themes of fate, language, alcohol consumption w.c; 3.5k a/n; the beginning of the end! like my mama said while i was cleaning my room, it has to get messy before it gets clean! that being said this is a series for @btsghostiewritersnet BGW Bingo Bash! now that we’ve gotten this far, would you say our heroine has truly lost her mind?

[06] [07] [08] -> masterpost

Something is off and Jungkook doesn’t know exactly what, and therefore he has no way to approach it.

HIs knee is bobbing uncontrollably as he throws his phone back and forth from one palm to another. He’s in a recording studio downtown, in an unfamiliar area that made Jungkook thankful that he decided to leave an hour early. He hears some hushed voices from another room, and he tries not to fiddle around too much as the chair in the waiting area is rickety and on its last limb.

You texted him this morning with your usual pleasantries, saying you had a fun lesson to teach today and you couldn’t wait to set up your classroom. You’re also equally excited for Jungkook’s first recording session, and you urge him to “knock the socks off this producer guy.”

But since that night you slept over, you haven’t brought up the tears you shed in his sheet. You’ve been painfully amicable, insisting that you’ll tell him when the time is right.

Jungkook wants to be patient for you, and he will be. But he doesn’t know how to help you, help the two of you move forward without any context. He gets that the memories that are holding you back are painful, but he wishes to help ease that burden. Jungkook’s head starts to spin at all the possibilities that he could get you to feel comfortable enough to talk.

“Hey,” Jungkook’s reverie shatters when a small guy in all black comes up to meet him. Jungkook shoots up, hand immediately darting out to shake the older one’s hand. He chuckles, “Jihoon sent me your demo last week. You have some killer vocals.”

“Thanks,” he replies bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m Jungkook, by the way.”

“Right,” the producer nods, gesturing for him to follow him down the hall. “I’m Min Yoongi.”

Jungkook nearly trips over himself. He’s heard that name before, he’s sure of it. He tries to wrack his brain for the memory, something he’s brushed to the side after so long.

“Jungkook!” you cried. He was paralyzed when you first met, a frazzled woman shoving herself on him like you’ve known him his entire life. He didn’t know why you were trying to hide him, but you looked so terrified he couldn’t formulate a quick enough response. “Kook, what the fuck? It’s broad daylight, you can’t be out like this without a mask! Where on earth did you hide that bike? Dispatch will have your ass and the devil Min Yoongi’ll kill you again for sneaking out—”

“Uh, Yoongi?” the pair step inside his little studio, neat and monochromatic. There’s a comfy couch in the corner, and Jungkook seats himself there while Yoongi slides into his rolling chair. “Do you by any chance know someone named y/n?

Yoongi shrugs, too busy going through his computer files to take notice of Jungkook’s wheels turning. “No, should I?”

“Guess not,” Jungkook mutters, “what about Dispatch? Are you involved with them?”

The older one swirls around in his chair, knuckles nestled in his milky cheeks. “Is this an interrogation?”

Suddenly feeling hot, Jungkook shakes his head. “Sorry.”

“But to answer your question, thankfully no,” Yoongi leans back in his seat, staring at the ceiling, “thankfully they’ve been smoked out ever since they got sued for defamation against that SNSD member, among dozens of other women. That was what, two years ago? But my artists are always squeaky clean.”

Jungkook grapples the pieces in his brain, feeling the sudden itch to text you.

“You’re askin’ a lot of weird questions, kid,” Yoongi says simply, “but since you have the voice of a fuckin’ angel on Cloud 9, I’m willing to overlook it.”

The younger one nods wordlessly, letting Yoongi go on a tangent as he describes the song he has in mind and how he wants to approach it. He tries to focus, and intermittently fails as he falls in and out of thought, always coming back to you.

•━━━━━━»•»💮💮💮«•«━━•••

“Hoseok, I feel it.”

“Feel what, nausea? Heartburn, indigestion? Upset stomach? Diarrhea?”

“Is that supposed to be a joke, Noona?” Bogum is sitting next to you on the picnic blanket laid out for the both of you. Today was supposed to be Hoseok’s off day, but Bogum’s mom offered Hoseok a pretty penny to take Bogum for the day while she had to attend a last-minute work project.

“Yes, Bogummie. Although it was a terrible joke,” you admonish, sending a playful grin to Hoseok.

“Do you like my new shoes?” with the attention span of a squirrel, Bogum hops up and jumps up and down on the grass. His new Elmo sneakers light up and make little squeaking sounds, “isn’t it cool! My shoes talk while I walk!”

You giggle, “Yeah, now we’ll never lose you when you go off to the bathroom,” you reach for his sippy cup and instruct him to drink water, “go play on the slide, we’ll watch you from here!”

Bogum immediately agrees, shuffling away with rhythmic squeaks from his sneakers as he bumbles over to the small playground on campus. Without the presence of children, you feel Hoseok’s eyes train on you as you try to formulate a response.

“I don’t know, I woke up this morning and I felt a little too… settled?” you taste the word on your tongue, hoping it matches with the turmoil going through your brain. You continue to stare at Bogum, not a care in the world as he goes down the slide for the nth time, “my life isn’t moving forward anymore. It’s so, peaceful?” you nod at your question, then turn to smile sadly at Hoseok.

“This might be the last time we see each other.”

While you don’t know the rules and regulations of whatever fate or magic that brought you here, you always knew that this time had to end. You feel like you’ve experienced enough in this small lifetime to feel this kind of contentment. Any further into this life and you could change it however way you wanted to.

You didn’t want to do that. You wanted to go home.

Hoseok’s smile is equally sombre, but he plays it off with a scoff. “I guess this is the part where you leave me and I have to go on with the rest of my life questioning whether these past two months were real or a crazy drug trip while I spend nighttimes TL;DR-ing our story on Reddit.”

You break into laughter, clutching your stomach as you try your hardest not to think too heavily of this moment. “Hobi, you won’t be alone in this. I’m going to tell Jungkook tonight,” you confess, “I don’t know how he’s gonna take it, but try to be there for him. For me?”

Hoseok tilts his head to the side, “In your world, were me and Jungkook close?”

You hide your grin by taking a sip of your water bottle, “Very close. He sobbed himself a river when you wanted to quit the group.”

“Hm, maybe we’ll be close someday too.”

“Maybe,” you pull out your phone, instructing Hoseok to do the same as he waits for whatever you’re about to send him.

Hoseok phone pings and he opens the document you just shared with him. His brows knit at the neat notes, zooming in the small font. “What is this?”

“For when the other me comes back in my place,” you lean over him to point out the details highlighted in light blue on your digital document. There’s addresses, student details, lesson agendas, even the money you spent while you used the bank account. “it’s in her drive, but I think she might… freak out regardless. If I really got hit by that oncoming truck, I don’t know what she’s going to be feeling. At least this is a quick cheat-sheet, so she can catch up on the past two months and continue on with her life.”

You try to tamp down the guilt that you feel, knowing your alter-self could be in a far more dangerous situation than you right now.

“So if you can stop by the apartment tomorrow—Taehyung and I changed the keycode a couple days ago, maybe bring over some coffee so you two can talk it out?”

“Of course, don’t worry about us,” and Hoseok starts to get teary, which makes you get teary as he says his next words, “once you go back, I want you to be happy, okay? We can’t exactly text or—or F-Facetime like we always—oh shit,” he shoves the sleeve of his hoodie in his eyes, “w-why does it feel like you’re dying or something?”

You throw your arms around him, letting him cry on your shoulder. You sigh into his amber bangs, his long fingers digging into your wrist but you don’t care. Knowing letting go was going to be hard, you’ve emotionally prepped yourself since this morning, but it doesn’t hurt any less when you’ve become so close with Hoseok.

“Who knows?” you run your fingers through his hair, in an attempt to soothe him, “maybe I’ll have another taste of that angel wine. You’ll show up in my dreams or something.”

He shakes his head, “Hell no. What if Jungkook really decks you with his motorcycle the second time around?”

“True,” you say, “I’ll miss you, Hobi.”

“Do me a favor when you get back, yeah?” he breaks apart from your embrace, squeezing your shoulders. “Go find me and try harder to be my friend, alright?”

You deflate a little, “But you’re so cool, I’m a little intimidated. It’s different when you’re surrounded by kids like a mama duck.”

“I know I’m cool, but just try,” he says, “and I’ll try to be your friend again, too.”

The two of you hug again, this time not saying anything. At this time Bogum waddles up to the two of you, sweaty and damp as he collapses onto the blanket. The two of you laugh as Hoseok presses a paper towel to the boy’s head.

Bogum scrunches his nose, “Why are you crying?”

You sigh, reaching to lightly pinch his forearm. “I’m going to be gone for a little bit. So take care of Hoseok while I’m gone, okay?”

Bogum frowns, but puffs his chest out and nods, “When will I see you again?”

Instead of you answering, Hoseok cuts in for you. “Soon,” he says with finality, eyes darting between you and a satisfied Bogum. He looks at you and mouths, we’ll figure it out.

This time around, you know you don’t have to worry.

•━━━━━━»•»💮💮💮«•«━━•••

“Jungkook’s waiting in your room,” Taehyung jabs a thumb in the direction of your shared hallway. “Probably passed out and took a nap.”

“Oh?” you check your phone, “he’s early then.”

Taehyung shrugs, the strap off his backpack sliding down to his elbows. “Looked a little frazzled. Maybe he had a long day.”

“Yeah, he said he had his first recording session. Maybe it was overwhelming.”

Taehyung nods, moving past you to get to the door. “I gotta go back to the studio,” he grimaces, slipping on his loafers, “literally don’t give two fucks about Tiffany’s seniority. Her fashion taste is complete garbage and I’m ready to spend the rest of the night fighting her for it.”

“Good luck,” and in your haste, you wrap your arms around his waist.

Taehyung’s surprised by the sudden bout of affection, but he returns eagerly as he squeezes you back. “See you in the morning, we’ll go finish that Kim Seokjin drama we started.”

You force a smile back, “Yeah, see you.”

You don’t leave the little space by the door until you’re sure that Taehyung is completely gone from your vicinity. Relaxing your shoulders, you pull off your layers and bag and place them on your corner of the living room.

Padding quietly, you take your time in turning the doorknob to your bedroom in case Jungkook is still sleeping.

To your surprise Jungkook is not sleeping, however. He’s hovered over your desk, looking up at you from your yellow notebook.

“Y’know,” he says, tone sharp, “you really shouldn’t just leave your stuff laying out here like this. Anyone can read it.”

You bristle, shutting the door behind you even though Taehyung was already long gone. Maybe you wanted to contain everything in your room, hoping Jungkook wouldn’t run away at the story you had behind this.

“Usually people don’t come into my room to read stuff off my desk.”

“What is this?” he asks, “some sci-fi novel you’re concocting? Why do you have so much information about me?”

Over the course of your two months, you’ve added more and more to your logbook. It was the little things at first, like the differences between the Hoseoks and the Jimins. But then you felt like you were starting to forget your life back in W1, so you got to writing memories. Stupid, little tidbits about your relationship with Jungkook. Or the brands of wine you and Sehlyung would fawn over during your nights out.

But Jungkook is pointing to a particular page in your notebook, fingers digging so hard that his nails are turning white. You step further into the bedroom, taking slow steps as you approach your desk.

One sleepless night, you took it upon yourself to write the lyrics to Still With You. The lyrics are written plain as day, glittered with star and moon designs and a little air conditioner decorating the margins.

Your heart drops as you see the hurt marring Jungkook’s features.

“I haven’t told anyone about the songs I’ve written,” he says, pain dripping from his voice, “not even Yoongi. How on earth could you have found my song? How could you have known that I wrote it one night against my air conditioner?”

You feel like cotton is blocking your throat, “Jungkook, I wanted to tell you tonight—”

“What, that you really are a crazy stalker?” he steps back, whirling around so now he’s the one in the direction of the door. He takes two steps back, closer to the exit. “That I’ve been so dumb to believe your lies? That I should’ve left you on the street? That you still see me in whatever Jungkook you once knew and now you’re taking it out on me?”

“Jungkook, please listen—”

“Because now I know you and I can’t work out,” he spits with finality, hands finally finding the doorknob, “we will never work out—”

“I know!” you finally scream, and Jungkook falters. You’re shaking, but not erratically. You’re sobbing, shoulders wracking as you let your body collapse against the desk chair. This conversation feels startlingly familiar, as if you’re back to square one. “Dammit Jungkook, why won’t you listen? I knew we would never work out.”

Jungkook itches to hold you, and comfort you. Instead he sticks by the doorknob, feeling true to his findings. After all, the evidence is all in your notebook. While hard to decipher, it’s clear as day that you always knew a lot more than you’ve led on. He wants to ask more, but he’s far too hurt to continue tonight.

“I’m sorry, y/n,” he whispers, and slams the door to your bedroom shut.

Your body gives out, and you feel two tons heavier as you sink into your uncomfortable desk chair. Jungkook’s gone. Your heart’s not so much broken, but you feel awful for getting him mixed up into this. Seeing the betrayal and pain in his eyes is heartbreaking, especially coming from you, someone who doesn’t even belong here.

The whole room seems to be suffocating you, swallowing you whole. A shelf filled with medical textbooks and science jargon. A corkboard filled with pictures of your friends and family, all memories that don’t belong to you. This isn’t your life.

You need to get out of here, now.

•━━━━━━»•»💮💮💮«•«━━•••

W1, four months before.

Namjoon is sitting between Jungkook and you, like two children and a parent having to intervene. Only this time, you two are being child-like adults and Namjoon is taking up all the leg space sitting in the middle of the back row.

Jungkook feels like he’s being squeezed through the open window, Namjoon refusing to adjust to his equally large size. He glares over his shoulder, finding you are paying no mind. He scoffs when he sees you nuzzled up against Namjoon’s blazer, babbling like a brook because you’re too wasted to form coherent sentences.

“What were you going to achieve by doing that, huh?” Namjoon’s voice is devastatingly low, not bothering to look at the younger man.

He sighs, letting the night breeze tickle his loose strands as he recalls what he did do. It’s all too clear on his end. Entering the bar was easy, after a few rounds with the gang Jungkook decided it was time to mingle. It doesn’t take long for a pretty girl to slide up next to him, with practiced ease finding her way to slot herself between his stretched out legs. And he let her.

And you? You were livid, of course. He could practically feel the burn of your gaze singing at the back of his head. But you weren’t going to cause a scene, instead you favored Taehyung’s inability to relent and inhiberation to the highest degree.

Which is why you’re all going home early, before it got too messy.

Jungkook doesn’t answer in the quiet car, but your soft sobs do.

You probably haven’t even registered that Jungkook is in the same vehicle. After all, they had to haul your deadweight into the seat because you could barely walk.

“Why, wh-why Joonie?” your voice is muffled by the thick fabric of Namjoon’s tweed overcoat, nails digging into the seams.

“Why what, bub?”

“Why doesn’t he want me?”

Jungkook’s throat clenches.

“He’s just stupid,” Jungkook feels dumb, listening to Namjoon and you speak as if they’re all not pressed up against each other like skinny sardines in a too-hot van. “Not to be intrusive, but the two of you are in a complicated relationship.”

You hum in agreement, your previous drunkenness mellowing out and turning into a tired haze. When you finally arrive at the apartment complex, Namjoon doesn’t hesitate to be the one to carry you upstairs. He barely gives Jungkook the opportunity as he sweeps you into his arms, making the way to your room. Jungkook follows the both of you like a stubborn duckling.

When Namjoon manages to get the door unlocked, he turns to Jungkook. “You should go up with everyone else. Don’t bother coming in here unless you’re gonna apologize.”

The door is wide open, and Namjoon straightens up as you float away to your bathroom, insisting you can wobble your way to get your makeup and clothes off. Jungkook tries his best to look confident in front of his elder, steeling his features.

“I’ll apologize, you go up first.”

Namjoon pulls his wristwatch out, “You got fifteen minutes. You can’t stay here tonight.”

Jungkook flinches when he coolly brushes past him, slamming the door on his way out. He then busies himself in your small kitchenette, finding your favorite Hello Kitty mug and pouring you a glass of water. He places aspirin and the water next to your bedside table, ready when you need it.

It’s been ten minutes since then, and he’s running out of time. Standing in front of your bathroom, he makes a move to knock. No answer. He can’t hear the water running, or faint lo-fi hip hop that you always liked to listen to before getting ready for bed.

Taking a chance, he turns the knob only to find it unlocked. You’re sitting on the floor, knees hugged and only in a long t-shirt.

“You can go,” you mumble into your knees, not wanting to make eye contact. “I’m fine.”

Instead he fits himself into your bathroom, sitting next to you. You don’t bother to move and make room, so Jungkook has to squish himself to fit. “Listen, pretty girl–”

“Don’t call me that.”

He sighs, “I’m sorry. I was being a dick and you don’t deserve that. I disregarded our feelings and that isn’t fair to either of us.”

“I said it was fine,” he sees how hard you’re glaring at the tile on your wall, nothing interesting but your eyes are ablaze. “I know why you did it.”

He stays silent.

“You want to push me away before we get hurt,” you state, “but you don’t get to decide that on your own, Jungkook. I’ll give you time, but don’t wag yourself in front of my face like I’m some shameless puppy begging for attention,” you get up shakily, and you hold out a hand in refusal to Jungkook’s immediate reaction, “it’s either all of me or none of me.”

And for the second time that night the door slams in Jungkook’s face, forcing himself to make a decision.

#jungkook fic #jungkook angst #goldenclosetnet #btsghostiebingo #bts fic #bts scenarios #jungkook fluff #jungkooooooooooo

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salenakingston · 4 years ago

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Mystery March Day 26 - Hellbent

I've been hellbent, baby

Hellbent on loving you all day long

Hellbent on drugs cause they turn you on

Don't know what else to do

They pulled along the side of the road, having fled from the terrors of the mansion. None of them were sure what to make of the whole thing, most certainly the blonde that seemed to become the ghost’s primary target. He didn’t know who the ghost was, so why was it coming after him with such vengeance? What had he done to this ghost? Was it possible the specter was making some kind of mistake? Maybe mistaking him for someone else?

Vivi seemed just as confused as he was. Sure, she had all the knowledge about this field, but even with all that, she couldn’t come to a conclusion. If he were a wraith, or some other kind of vengeful spirit, then he would be chasing after someone that likely had to do with his death.

Since when did peaceful, coward Arthur even have the capacity to kill anyone?

It was impossible.

Both of them did their best not to worry about it. They were away from the building, having glanced back for enough time to see it vanishing from the lot. If the ghost wasn’t coming after them, then they could afford a little time to catch their breath before getting back on the road. Vivi pulled out the smaller bedroll, setting up to get some sleep. The blonde watched her, resting along the bumper of the van. Both the back doors were open, his back pressed against the left side. Amber eyes fell on his friend, watching her drift to sleep before he pulled his laptop into his lap. She’d probably be yelling at him to get some sleep otherwise. At the very least he needed to make sure he updated their map.

Then he could do a check on the van and get them back to Tempo. They weren’t too far away from him. The search for Lewis could take a small break to make sure the bluenette was taking care of herself. He didn’t really matter.

Mmm, I've been hellbent, baby

Hellbent on making you love me too

Even though not what I'm 'sposed to do

I don't give a damn, mmm

Arthur couldn’t help but stare at the head of the ghost head he drew as an icon for the map. He found himself looking between this icon and the ones he made for Lewis. It hurt him to see the similarities between the two of them, even making him feel a little sick. Lewis couldn’t be dead. He was just missing. His best friend was lost, and he was going to bring him back home… no matter what it took.

Laptop closed, pushed to the side, tools grabbed, and creeper dragged to the front of the van. It wouldn’t hurt to get a look at the underside while he was still up. Vivi and Mystery could look after themselves for a few minutes. It’s not like they were in any danger right now. Given that fact, and that he wouldn’t allow for even the smallest mistake, it gave him all the time he would need.

Once it was all taken care of, everything was carefully placed in the back, rear doors shut, and the blonde made his way to the front seat. In a brief moment of panic, he pressed himself against the shut door, Mystery sitting up front with him rather than in the back. Deep down, he hated this feeling. There was no reason to fear the dog before, but now there was. A nervous tick caused his hand to clutch at the metal wrist.

Mystery was ignoring him. His attention was on a single flower petal. Strange…

Why did he look so scared?

Swallowing his fear, the blonde found all the courage he had, bringing his remaining, real hand over towards the dog, feeling his fingers move through that strange hair. He could see a smile move along the dog’s muzzle, just as his head turned to press more into Arthur’s hand. That was all he needed to set all his current worries at ease.

They were getting on the road again.

Then the van was losing power.

Angry eyes appearing in the rear view window.

A magenta and black truck speeding toward them!

I've been hellbent, baby

So much was happening so fast. First his arm short circuits, then he pushes the van to the fastest speed it could go, and finds that not even a tunnel could stop this thing from chasing after them. As if that wasn’t bad enough, now there was some strange blue lady on the front of the van, bashing the glass with… scissors? Who carried around oversized scissors as a weapon? And for the cherry on top of it all, Vivi had managed to knock herself out with own bat at the start of the chase.

Arthur was quite literally on his own for this one, but what was he supposed to do? The only priority he could see was getting away from the truck. What was he supposed to do about their hood riding attacker? He couldn’t do anything. The one hand he had remaining had to be used to drive!

Then the tire pops. The grinding of metal filled his ears.

Their blue attacker was thrown off, but now he was stuck trying to control a vehicle that was out of control. The blockade at a gap in the guard rail was easily taken out, the appearance of Kingsmen Mechanics coming overhead. They were going to-

CRASH.

It's been too long, baby

How long was he lying against the dashboard? The last thing he remembered before everything started going black was the red of brick filling his vision. He supposed he should be lucky he hadn’t gone flying through the open window. He must have been able to turn the van enough that the crash sent him in a different direction other than forward.

But he couldn’t just lay here in darkness. What about Mystery? What about Vivi? He had to make sure they were alright. With Lewis missing, it was his job to look out for them. That’s what his best friend would have wanted. He just had to push himself up with his arm. Get up.

Get up.

My eyes wide shut

He hadn’t felt himself being dragged out of the van, though the first thing he was made aware of when his eyes opened was that he could see the whole van. Outside? How did he get here? Did Mystery or Vivi somehow get him out? Maybe his uncle did… as they were still at Kingsmen Mechanics. If his uncle was still here late, then maybe he was able to get the blonde out before the truck got here first.

But one look to his side told him otherwise.

There was the ghost from the mansion, tightly gripping the front of his shirt.

Arthur could swear if his eyes got any wider they would pop out of their sockets. A shriek was the only thing he could think to have escaped from his mouth. With his gaze so focused on the ghost, he could see the subtle change in expression along his skull. He seemed almost… concerned? Confused? It was a little hard to tell when he was scared out of his wits. How much he wanted to be as far away from this as possible. Better yet, he needed to just make sure the other two were alright.

And I feel your touch

Too bad the ghost had other plans.

One toss was all it took for Arthur to fall into darkness again. At least this time he wasn’t knocked out. He was very aware he was falling down into something. This couldn’t have been the back of a semi-truck if he was falling down this far. Screams poured out of his mouth, metal limb dangling at his side. He could feel himself landing on something, something hard.

Where was he? There was no light.

He could feel one thing under his hand. Carpet? In a truck? None of this was making any sense. His head turned up to the sight of a small purple light floating towards him. It was just like the same light that made its way to the candles in the mansion. This time though, it seemed to split, the small purple ghosts with yellow hearts forming. His body trembled, immediately pushing himself to his feet.

He didn’t waste any time waiting around. He dashed for the opening in the… cave? When there was a split in the path, he began to head down the right path… only to be blocked off by more of those ghosts. With another startled yelp, he turned for the left opening, finding himself spinning his arm at the edge of a cliff. He managed to get his balance. A sigh released.

Then a grip once more on his shirt. He was lifted into the air, his hand moving up to grab onto the ghost’s arm. His feet kicked in the air, eyes staring down at the spires resting beneath him. A yelp, his metal arm finally getting enough movement to also rest on the arm, terrified eyes staring at the one chasing him all this way. Flames covered over his skull, and when they died down, the blonde felt like he might cry. A familiar face was staring back at him.

Oh, and I'll prove you wrong

“Lewis?”

He wasn’t being held up anymore.

You make me strong

Shock filled his mind. The one determined to get him, that showed no qualms about causing him and his friends harm, was the very person he had been searching for all this time. Why? He just wanted to understand why. What had he done that caused Lewis to hate him this much? Did he not try hard enough to find him? Should have done more sooner? Just…

Why?

I said all I need is

All I need is

All I need is you

Pain struck him in the back, then heat raced through his chest. Coughs were released into the air, blood pouring down to the ground and from his mouth. He had no where to look but up. He was going to die here… wasn’t he?

He could see a familiar skull come into view. Somehow… Arthur managed a smile on his face. He reached up for the ghost, surprised when the black hand wrapped around it. His tone was so low, “L-Lewis.. I found you.. I finally… found you…”

He did it… he brought Lewis home… no matter what…

Lewis was shaking, feeling the heat leave his friend’s hand.

He did it… he got his revenge… no matter what...

#MysteryMarch2021 #mystery skulls animated #my writing #my submission #a little more predictable this time around #but I didn't have many other ideas for today #msa au #tw; death #tw; blood

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ambrial-blog · 3 years ago

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The Serpent’s Mate Part 1.

It had been two weeks, two- long and restless weeks since their return from the human realm.

THERE WAS NO ESCAPING THEM. No matter how hard Blitzo tried, he just couldn't outrun those horrific parodies that followed him into his dreams, chasing away any remnants of sleep. While his mate stirred beside him, Striker had grown increasingly worried about him in the time he had been home. Night after night, the sun-kissed serpent had stood by his side, rubbing his back, waiting for the nightmares to ebb. Blitz flinches in his sleep, shrinking away from his touch. His eyes suddenly pop open, his breathing is hitched. Someone is on top of him, shaking him and calling his name. The guff country drawl echoes in his head. As his body trembles, he clutches his ears, trying to drown out the voices.

'Blitz, Blitz, can you hear me" Striker calls frantically, fighting to keep Blitz down.

Striker's voice continued to blend, overlapping with the Boss imp's waking nightmare. Blitz fought him using all of his strength. Seeing the crazed eyes, hearing the high-pitched voice berates him from above.

"Worthless spec of mud, you don't want to do anything alone. BlitzO - But you are alone, you drive everyone you love away, with your selfishness... too afraid.. the only use I have for your darling, is breeding with you so we can usher in the next generation of superior imps..... . Blitzy......

"Shut up, shut up. Shut up," growls Blitz reaching out and wrapping his hands around Striker's neck.

"It's the truth, sugar-cube.....

Striker's eyes are wide as Blitz continues to choke him, his claws digging into his neck, his eyes an off-color of amber- all Blitz can see is the swirling mud and those laughing eyes.

"Sugar-cube..... Striker chokes as Blitz finely open his eyes in horror at what he is doing. He was quick to let go as fear pounded in his heart. He looked at his hands in disbelief at what he had just done.

Blitz topples off the bed, stumbling back, his blurry eyes lacking focus as he ambles towards the door. Striker tail lashes out from underneath the covers gripping Blitz's hand and leading him back to bed. The country imp stares down into the glossy eyes of his mate.

"It was just a nightmare Blitz, it wasn't real, can you hear me sugar-cube" Striker's voice held the tell-tale signs of panic and fear. He could feel Blitz's shake underneath him.

"Let me go, Striker, Blitz hisses, trying to move, but the snake has him pinned underneath him.

"Not until, you calm down, your acting like a scared colt, Blitzy what's wrong do you want to talk about it?"

Blitz just shakes his head, but his arms are pinned down at his side, and Striker is straddling his waist.

'Not until you calm down," Striker repeats. "And I have all night, darling, to figure out what's bothering you," Striker reassures, cupping Blitz's cheek.

Blitz drinks too much coffee like he is desperately trying to stave off sleep. There is always a cup, or a mug of steaming coffee clasped, tightly in his hand- like it is his lifeline. At the morning meetings that Striker is rarely there due to prior obligations. Blitz is a mess zoning out and then brushing it off when either Moxie or Millie asks what is wrong.

Moxie keeps an eye out for Blitz while they are on missions, reporting anything he found as peculiar to the Goeitic prince- and he found a lot of things strange these days.

It was Moxie's fault they got captured, to begin with- it was his fault, the truth-seekers- got the information that they did. And maybe it was his guilt-ridden conscious that kept the data away from the snake-imp.

At night Striker crushes sleeping pills into Blitz's coffee, returning an hour later to see Blitz passed out at his desk coffee spilled out across important clientele documents, his finger pressed up against the coffee buzzer. The Assassin looked around at the mess figuring Blitz had caught on to what he was doing and was attempting to get somebody's attention. He disregarded the frayed documents that littered the desk. The imp from wrath didn't give a crap about it. It was a dead-end job to him, though Blitz had made an effort to include Striker in the meetings. Moxie always talked over him, puffing up his chest and trying to one-up the Cowboy, still sour at how Striker wanted to strangle him back on the farm. It was impressive that Blitz had started a business all on his own, saving up enough money from his days in Loo-Loo land- then putting Loo-Loo land in the rearview mirror.

But now, it was just plain pathetic the lengths Blitz was willing to go to sustain IMP, let it fall, and from those ashes, "Homicidal Husbands" would arise after Striker took IMP, to the cleaners wringing out their finances on Blitz's behalf.

Striker wasn't the sharing type. If he saw something he liked, he took it. He was a possessive bastard conniving and treacherous but always wanted the best for Blitz without any regard for anyone else. Being the dominant one, it was the Cowboy's right as Blitz's mate to protect his submissive even if it was against himself.

The Outlaw growls at Loony, his eyes overshadowed by his cowboy hat, seeing the steaming mug of coffee in her hands as she appears in the doorway. Picking Blitz up, he headed for the stairwell.

"Loony, be a good girl and clean up this mess for me, before I tell your daddy that it was you who drugged his coffee," Spoke Striker before disappearing up the stairs with Blitz.

Loony shivered at the ice-cold malice in Striker's voice and the chill in his glare before fleeing to her room, Only to get on the phone a moment later with Moxie and Octavia after shutting, locking, and bolting her door.

Something was unsettling in those eyes. It felt like Striker was plotting against them, then working for them- half the time. But Blitz was sure Striker had their best interests at heart. But ever since Blitz returned, Loony could see the shift in his personality. Which at first, she had chalked up to too much coffee. Now, reared its ugly head, his scent was off, and there was a tangible walking around imp headquarters in a pair of cowboy boots and spurs.

And she was damn sure that Striker had plans of his own because why would a mate come out of the woodwork's of Blitzo's past without him mentioning something before?. It didn't add up to the teenager.

Meanwhile, Moxie was at a loss for words when he came in one morning to see Striker at Blitzo's desk, his feet cross-crossed, leaning back in a chair with his hands behind his head. His eyes were closed. The anger within the Cowboy simmered behind closed eyelids. It was clear to Moxie that the snake imp had sifted through a pile of finances. Striker's demonic gaze fell upon him.

"Close the door, Possum I'm speaking on behalf of Blitz now, the Boss man, needed some downtime, So I obliged him by coming in today."

"I don't like where this is going," Moxie stammered, closing the door.

"Relax, I'm not gonna skin ya, vermin."

The Outlaw had been away on business, cementing a few kills and collecting data on a few higher-ups that he would put on his black-list

When he returned home, he didn't know what the fuck had happened. All he knew was that everyone was keeping secrets from him, and Blitz was missing. When he had left, he had made sure everything was running smoothly. Blitz was his up-beat self getting ready for another killing spree.

Kissing Striker and telling him it would be as easy as drowning puppies in the river. Then, the next thing he knew, he was getting a call from an agitated possum who sounded like he had lost a bet. Saying that they were home, but Blitz was not. That Blitz had returned to the Goetic mansion to reward Stolas. Stella cleared things up and painted a picture that had Striker foaming at the mouth.

Striker's molten yellow eyes swirled with all the probabilities that might have Blitz running to Stolas instead of him. Stalking towards the door, he punched a hole right through it before entering the brisk night in an attempt to clear his head.

What is Satan's name that had happened? In the time it had taken Blitz to complete a simple in and out job, he had disappeared. Only then, to wrench the invisible knife sticking out his gut. Only to be found hours later and rescued by that miserable owl.

Within minutes Striker had Moxie spilling the beans about that night, the horrible acid trip, trapped within the human realm with no way home. The strenuous torturous they had gone through and the truth serum and the effects it had on them.

The Outlaw was not impressed.

"Satan Dammit!, why wasn't I there? Then I could have avoided this entire mess." Growled Striker punching a brick wall over and over until his knuckles bled. Tears blinded his vision as he sunk to his knees. A picture flutters out of his jacket and lands in some garbage water near an open dumpster.

The Outlaw was quick to fish it out and looks at it in fondness. It was a picture of Blitz and Bombproof, back on Millie's farm Blitz on top of Bombproof. that stubborn horse had refused to leave the ranch after the confrontation and the botched assassination attempt of the Goetic prince. The damn horse wouldn't let Blitz off him- he had even ridden away from Striker when he tried to hop on.

"Too slow cowboy" Blitz cackled.

Bombproof snickered as he played keep-away with his rider.

Striker had run, halfway across wrath: on stead, he had borrowed from Lin and Joe to catch up with them. The Outlaw took a ragged breath tracing Blitzo's face in the picture, now his partner wouldn't even look at him, and that fire in Blitzo's eyes was almost extinguished. Striker had to resort to some underhanded tricks to get his mate to sleep- and later, when Blitz finely caught onto who was actually drugging him and what he was doing, he had to bribe Loony.

"I'll rip them apart with my bare hands," growls Striker. "One thing was for sure, those assholes who had done this to his mate, their days were numbered if Stolas wasn't going to help him, he knew one Goeita that would. If only to get Blitz out of her home and be the sole heir to the Goetia fortune.

That bitch was cold, calculating, and ruthless. Something Striker admired in her even if he was just using her to get what he wanted.

Fizzouali might've had his issues with Blitz in the past, especially burning down Loo-Loo land. But to see him like this, jumping at shadows on the walls. Skittering about. In hindsight, it might have had something to do with all that coffee he consumed. But there was a bitter-broken-hardheartedness about him. that made Fizzouali want to hug him- and never let go.

To be a fly on the wall and get to see Striker, the lone Assassin, slip into the palace wall and pluck some feathers from that ditsy blue blood- oh, he had heard about the fight- the whole ring of pride had heard about that fight.

Striker had just about enough of hearing of the honesty-induced acid-trip and seeing Blitz crumple before him, hearing him scream! Night after night, nightmare after nightmare. Striker grips Blitz and starts to shake him, calling his name and pleading with him to open his eyes. Only to have fierce amber eyes pop open in fear, to feel his mate tremble beneath him as he tries to peel away only to stumble into the kitchen a moment later in search of an early morning coffee.

It was the last straw. This was all too much for the snake imp. IMP had seen its final days' Striker would keep Blitz home. It was for his own good, Striker told himself as he waited outside the shower to ambush Blitz with a rag soaked in chloroform. Rest was what he needed.

The former ranch hand had kept telling himself.

Blitzo pauses standing in a steam-covered room with a towel wrapped around his waist. He wiped the moisture from the mirror in time to see Striker lurking in the door. He was leaning against it, blocking the imp's fast retreat.

"I canceled all your meetings today, Blitzy, I even called the possum and said you wouldn't be in today."

"You did what?" Blitz screamed at the mirror.

It infuriated the Outlaw to be shunned by his mate. The look on Blitzo's face as he trapped him underneath him, his tail massaging Blitzo's thigh, it was their thing, or at least it used to be. The eerie trepidation in Blitz's movement as he tried to sneak past the snake imp. Only to have the seasoned Killer grabbing him by the waist and throwing him onto the bed. Covering his mouth with a cloth. He fought off Blitzo's hands, holding them above his head.

"Striker, stop! What the fuck do you think you're doing? Blitz growled with a feral hiss. Craning his neck away from the drug-riddled cloth that inched closer to his face.

The Cowboy had gotten so starved for Blitz's affection that he was willing to take it any way he could. He punched Blitz in the stomach; gripping his head, he covered his mouth with a drugged, soaked rag and waited.

Blitz wheezed, crying into the cloth. Tears matted his eyes as he reached up, gripping Striker's arm.

Blitz's hand slid off his bicep as he shut his eyes. Striker watched his mate slip peacefully into slumber for the first time in weeks. The Outlaw had spent weeks sleeping in an empty bed, while Blitz sought comfort elsewhere.

The dull ache in his chest crippled him. As the mating mark seared his skin, he gritted his teeth against the pain as he thought about Blitz being unfaithful.

The Outlaw leaned over, whispering into Blitz's ear. "I'm done, done with it all. I'm willing to fight for you, Blitzy, ready to take you back."

"I'll splatter the walls with his blood, then make you lick it off the walls, I'll have you begging for forgiveness."

Heck, the way he was feeling that night, the whole Ares Goeita bloodline was in danger, all for the love of a bit of devil. An imp with a damaged heart.

Blitz awoke with a start, early that morning as remnants of a dream started to trickle away, he could feel Striker spooning him from behind, feel the weight of his head resting on the crook of Blitz's neck as the soft trickle of breath ran down his spine. It felt like ages since they were like this, bodies intertwined, tails loosely lapsed together.

"Too bad this couldn't last," he thought, his back growing rigid: His body throbbed and ached with a new mark, appearing on his inner thigh. The Outlaw pulled him closer to his mud-slacked body.

Pressed up against a growing erection, Stryker moaned in his ear, his voice a high-pitched parody of his own his swirling eyes took him in, rubbing his body against Blitz.

"The only use I have for you, Darlin, is breeding. I wish you could see yourself BlitzO, a hot mess unable to tell reality from fantasy. No matter, I don't care if you are damaged on the inside or not. All I care about is what's on the outside. Stryker hissed, ripping open his clothes and bending down to kiss his stomach. Even here, where they cannot reach you, you still have a purpose. Stryker flipped Blitz onto his stomach, rimming his finger around Blitz's hole, scissoring him open with his fingers. Keeping pressure on his neck and Blitz's face pressed into the pillow as he slid in. Blitz thrashed, clawing at the sheets, his voice hoarse as Stryker gripped his horns and rode him.

Blitz gasped as he bucked into Striker's touch, as the hand down his pants kneaded him, his eyes flickered behind closed eyelids as Striker held his arms down at his side, trying to wake up the imp beside him. Goosebumps ran down his spine, his eyes shooting open, gazing up at the shirtless Cowboy hovering above him with a worried look on his face.

"Sleep well Darlin." spoke Striker caressing Blitz. His body trembled at his touch, his mouth opened, but no words came out. He made a move to get out of bed, his rear end throbbing. He crumpled to the floor, blood staining his pants.

The Outlaw was out of bed, quick as lighting and at Blitz's side cupping his head.

“Please-no! No, more Stryker”

Swallowing thickly, unsure of what to do, he wrapped an arm around Blitz's waist, hauling him up and towards the bathroom. He would call Moxie as soon as he drew a bath for Blitz. But if he had to be honest with himself, he wasn't even sure he wanted to do that. Blood was coming from somewhere. That frightful look on Blitz's face was directed at him, and the way he said his name sent shivers down his spine.

He held him by the shoulders as he tried to sprint for the door; Striker held him tight as he turned on the faucet in the bath. "Blitzy can you hear me, I'm going to take off your clothes darlin, and than I'm going to put you in hot water, everything is going to be alright," Striker reassured him. He rubbed the mark he had given Blitz, trying to get the imp to smile.

"will find a way around this, Boss-man, hopefully without Goeita interference."

The bathtub bubbled. It wasn't as big as Stolas's, but it was both deep and inviting, built for two. Placing Blitz on the lip of the tub, Striker slid off his pants, locking the door before slipping into the hot soapy waters. Blitz stared at his mate, cocking his head to the side at the tumbled in, Striker catching him as he fell. It was getting harder and harder to tell Striker from Stryker. Blitz knew he couldn't keep this up. That if he kept going the way he was going, to end up blacking out and putting in danger someone he cared about. Striker took a scrubby and began washing Blitz's back, placing his nails around the grooves he found on Blitz's back.

It was a perfect match, but he didn't remember scratching Blitz, not to the point where he cried out of pain.

Everything was coming back to the week; Blitz had gone missing, Striker buries his face into Blitz's back.

"Blitzy, I'm sorry I wasn't there when you needed me, that you had to depend on the Goeita filth , overlord slaying can wait, sugar-cube I need to take care of you first."

The wrangler had felt sick to his stomach. Something was attacking his mate and using his face to do it; whatever it was, it originated in the human realm.

This only solidified his resolve to put an end to IMP and do the same with Stolas.

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velvetsehun · 5 years ago

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Born To Die| OSH | 02

Pairing: Oh Sehun x Reader Genre: Mafia!Sehun Rating: 18+ Warnings: violence, gun use, mature language, smut (in future chapters), slow burn(?) Words: 14.6k Summary: a collusions of worlds is supposed to kill, but what if it can do something else?

A/N: woah this took a lot out of me but she’s here! chapter two!! Get a snack, buckled in, this is gonna be a long one! I hope you all enjoy, and if you have any feedback or wanna chat about the story just drop into my inbox! happy reading~ TW// Warning this part contains some material that might be sensitive to readers as it depicts scenes of intense violence and gun use, discretion is advised. Masterlist | Next

“STOP HER”

Resonated through the estate as you booked it out the gates and into the night, your heart drumming wildly in your chest, drowning the sounds out of your ears, so much so you didn’t even flinch when another round was fired your way, your hands grasping onto Baekhyun’s gun for dear life as you ran down the road near the estate.

The moon was spreading her pale yellow light across the roads and the dense forests surrounding it, making the landscape look almost ethereal to the eye – or so it would be if you weren’t distracted by the fact your ankles felt like they were going to snap running in a pair of heeled boots any second. Bolting out of the house and into the open certainly didn’t feel like the best idea anymore, you were glancing over your shoulder as you sprinted – the large house you were kept in merely a picture in the distance and you ran as fast as you could away from the place, and with your body giving up on you, like everything that fuelled you with every passed with each step, fading pathetically, you would have been happy to be free, if you didn’t see hear the sounds of yelling in the night and car headlines start to peak over the darkness.

The road to the house was as expected; empty, nothing there, secluded from everyone, and while that might have worked for the aesthetic of keeping the house a secret it wasn’t working in your favour. Like a nerve, you were exposed running along the straight road, the cars, if they were going as fast as you thought, were going to catch up with you soon. Stopping to take a breath was dangerous, but you needed to if you didn’t want to pass out any time soon. Deterring from the road to a tree that marked the start of the forest, you felt like wheezing your lungs out as you doubled over.

“I’m so fucking out of shape,” You thought to yourself as you held onto your own knees with a cough, your lungs and limbs were burning from the battering you had taken – and while you managed to get a good distance away from the house before you forced yourself into cardiac arrest you knew it was just a pipe dream to think you could take it easy. You were still too close to the house for comfort, if it was in sight it was dangerous – the guard that caught you didn’t exactly see what way you went but you knew that they probably had enough resources on hand to cover this area, glancing at the watch on your wrist you winced at the time; 4:58 am. You had been running for about 20 minutes, and that meant you were still close to the house, Sehun’s men had cars – and a lot of them, you had to keep moving.

“Keeping on the road is too dangerous,” You thought, looking around at everything, you were concealed by trees for the most part right now, looking out at the dull tarmac, your back leaning against a tree, “I also don’t have any clue where I am, or what direction to go in” Your hand was still grasping the gun you stole very tight, your knuckles burning with the severity of the hold. Being honest, this was the dumbest idea you’d ever came up with, you weren’t equipped mentally or physically for a breakout and chase in the middle of the night – you weren’t even equipped to find the will power to make it into work every day.

“Not that it matters now,” You thought with a sigh, “My job is as good is gone”

The sun wasn’t coming up for another couple of hours, the bite in the air telling you winter was still here, not like it would have left the couple hours you were kidnapped; you were out in the cold without any form of warm clothing, covered in scrapes, bruises and cuts, and dizzy from drugs, being out here wasn’t going to be kind to your body if you kept still. But honestly, looking at the house in the distance, you wanted to just walk back and face what you did, even if it meant leaving with a bullet between your eyes.

“I am not dying here.” The words you spoke to Baekhyun as you robbed him blind echoed in your head as your eyes kept flickering around, thinking of giving up felt nice, the idea walking back to it all felt nice – but after everything you have done, you knew that you had to keep going, even if you felt like a giant idiot, you said yourself. “I am not dying here.” You nodded still out of breath, looking at the watch again; 5:00 am. Taking the road was asking for your death quicker, and while you weren’t the biggest fan of the dark you looked with a grimace behind you.

“Forest it is then…” You thought with a shiver, it was a dense forest with large spruces packed together but it was your only option. Your boots weren’t meant for running or hiking through forests but you took a hesitant step into the trees, the moonlight being blocked out by the foliage, with tendrils of it only peeking through at some points – it was too dark to see but you could hear the rumble of an engine getting closer with bated breath and a burn of your legs you jogged into the dark, but possible, death trap.

“I hope Baekhyun is one of the people with a flashlight on his keys…”

Sehun wondered if it was possible to die from being close to someone else’s stupidity as he sat at his desk and stared down the one person who caused all this. His two brothers from earlier had scattered as soon as he demanded that he found their stray, their eyes wide as they pulled out their phones, yelling orders out instantly.

“At least they know how to do their job,” He thought with a giant sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose, a small gesture to try and bring himself back to reality, “Let’s hope they do it right.”

“So,” Sehun started with a deep grumble of his chest, his hand clutching onto his empty glass, “Run me past what happened exactly?”

Baekhyun looked in simple terms, pathetic, sitting in the chair in front of Sehun’s desk holding an icepack to his head while Jongdae tried to clean him up the best he could. His temple was badly bruised, the discolouration spreading to the skin around his eye as everything inflamed in a mess of blood.

“Well…” Baekhyun began, flinching as Jongdae moved his icepack to dap a cotton swab on the offending cut, “She sprung out of nowhere and she got me”

“She got you?” Sehun raised his eyebrows, holding his glass out to some underman he didn’t know the name of, an amber liquid soon returning to the glass, “With what exactly?” He pressed, annoyed.

“A paperweight,” Baekhyun mumbled so low Sehun couldn’t hear, but Jongdae did – his shoulders jumping with a snigger as he kept cleaning his brother up. Baekhyun’s eyes flickering to his laughing friend with a glare that made him screw his face up in pain.

“A what?” Sehun wanted to hear him say it, Chanyeol had already told him but he wanted to hear it from the devil’s mouth, “Speak up Baekhyun.”

“A paperweight.” He hissed, annoyed, “A fucking crystal paperweight, do you need me to yell it from the top of the damn house?” He swiped Jongdae’s hands away as the man stood back to look at Sehun with a smug smile directed at his brother.

“So, you’re telling me,” Sehun started calmly, placing his glass down on the desk after taking a long sip, his eyes never leaving Baekhyun, “A drugged girl managed to get you with a paperweight after hiding from you in a tiny room that has no closets or bathrooms?” Baekhyun kept quiet as Sehun stood from his desk, the annoyed man tossing his suit jacket off with a huff.

“She then managed to get out of the room she proceeded to lock you in” He ranted gesturing to Baekhyun before turning to Jongdae, “Got down two flights of stairs in a house riddled with mafia members and out the fucking door and front gate?” He looked at the two of them with a fire in his eyes, Jongdae still looked at amused at the situation, knowing full well she got past him too, but it died down a little looking at his boss.

“What do the two of you have to say for yourselves?” Sehun raised his voice, slamming his hands on the desk, the glass on it jumped with the force – a slosh of liquid spilling out.

“Uh.” Jongdae started with a timid smile, “She also robbed Baekhyun.”

You could cut the tension in the room with a knife but that statement tossed everything up in the air as the two other males tossed their hands up in the air with a shout of his name, Baekhyun looking particularly pissed, that wasn’t something their boss was supposed to know.

“Jongdae.” Baekhyun hissed, reaching out to swipe at the man.

“She did what?” Sehun hissed, getting angrier at the girl and Baekhyun.

“She uh…” Baekhyun started but Jongdae quickly cut him off.

“After she got him,” He started, “She robbed him, took his watch, keys for the compound, his cash” His eyes flicked to Baekhyun who was looking down, “His gun… But left his wallet with his cards and his phone” He looked at Sehun who was staring holes into Baekhyun.

“So, you’re telling me that she shot out the window of my car, with YOUR gun?” Sehun snapped at Baekhyun, the latter merely nodding at the statement, “You’re also telling me we have a random girl on the loose who’s carrying around your 50-calibre eagle and the keys to the place?” Baekhyun looked like he wanted to die on the spot as Sehun kept going.

“The same gun you used to help shoot up a bar 7 hours prior, the one that has our gangs’ symbol on it and your fingerprints, along with the keys to get into this place?” Sehun was shouting now, with good reason, “You do realise that if she gets to anyone that can call the police we’re fucked right? You know this much?” Jongdae and Baekhyun flinched.

“Her face isn’t over the news yet as missing, but I’m guessing it will be soon,” Sehun was still ranting, swiping his hand over his face in frustration, “How could you be so stupid?”

“Jongdae buzzed me before I went up and told me that she was still out!” Baekhyun defended, “I didn’t exactly think she’d be up and kicking when I got there, that’s why I didn’t take Chanyeol.” Jongdae looked offended.

“Don’t blame this on me, You’re the one who let her hide behind a door and didn’t check the room before you started toying with her” Jongdae argued back.

“I don’t care who you want to blame this on,” Sehun snapped at them before downing his drink, “Our bargaining chip is missing and you two are to blame.”

“Shouldn’t Kyungsoo have been keeping an eye on the cameras?” Baekhyun mumbled slouching in his chair, clearly exhausted.

“Don’t blame this on me.” A new voice entered the room, Do Kyungsoo sauntering into the room like nothing bad was happening, holding a laptop in his hand with a blank look, “I wasn’t the that got taken out with a paperweight.”

“What were you doing then?” Baekhyun glared at him as Kyungsoo nodded at his aggravated boss, looking at the room with a sigh before placing the open laptop on the desk, ignoring him.

“Security footage from the last hour and a half,” Kyungsoo started, “It’s going to just annoy you watching it, but here you go.”

Sehun just shook his head as he pressed the play button, the rest of his brothers leaning in to watch what was going on. It was a short piece of footage as Kyungsoo had taken the liberty to speed it up for them, but the annoyance didn’t leave Sehun’s body as he watched the girl walk out of the room and make her way down the hallway, Baekhyun’s gun clearly in her hand. The camera switched to the POV of her walking back towards the stairs, looking at what he knew was his men’s rooms, before descending them. The camera switched again to a view of Jongdae and Minseok talking not too far from the stairs, a blur of her being seen passing just by them in plain sight, and it was at that point Sehun had enough – his hand swiping out to slam the electronic shut with force.

“The two of you are the biggest idiots I’ve ever met,” Sehun hissed, falling back into his chair with a grunt, “You better hope she’s found, or it's your heads being given to the police.” He threatened them, glaring.

“I stand by what I said,” Baekhyun began, as Jongdae resumed cleaning his open wound, “Why wasn’t Soo watching the camera’s?” Hissing as rubbing alcohol was used to clean it out.

“I was cleaning up the mess you left at the bar,” The man in question deadpanned annoyed he was being blamed for this, “Plus I had to drop Yixing off at the drop off point for a trade.”

“I gave Kyungsoo a job to do,” Sehun cut in, signalling for another drink, “Yixing is off getting some information on the sort of trade’s Byung-Chul was doing with our money, Kyungsoo was taking him to the drop off point and staking out for a bit”

“I got back to hearing you got outnumbered by a paperweight and Minseok dying in the foyer with laughter,” Kyungsoo rolled his eyes, sitting on the armrest of the empty chair next to Baekhyun, “What’s being done about the girl?” He turned his attention to his boss who was looking at the wall with a look on his face.

“Chanyeol and Junmyeon took Jongin to brief some of the men,” He started before taking a long drink, “They’re searching in the area in cars and on foot, she won’t have got far”

“I wouldn’t be too sure of that,” Jongdae hummed, his now gloved hands threading a needle much to Baekhyun’s horror, “As much as I hate to admit it, what she did was impressive, she left anything we could track her with, even got away with a decent amount of his money” Jongdae smirked at Baekhyun who huffed.

“Impressively stupid,” Kyungsoo droned, “She got out but now what? She’s got a gang of people hunting her, and all she has is a gun she can’t use.”

“At least she turned the safety off this time,” Baekhyun laughed, but he was quickly shut up as Jongdae flicked his wound, his eyes watering as he yelped. The eyes in the room were glaring at him.

“We’ll wait for an update,” Sehun glared at Baekhyun, “Until then, Jongdae consider stitching his mouth up too.”

“On it, boss,” The latter laughed, handing his makeshift patient a towel.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” Baekhyun looked at him and the needle.

“Bite on it,” Jongdae smirked, “Medical bay was out of anaesthetic” Baekhyun paled and silenced but it soon was replaced by the sound of his muffled cries and swears as Jongdae got to work.

“It’s going to be a long day,” Sehun thought, downing another drink, “A very long day”

You joked about Baekhyun having a flashlight on his keys but after a few minutes of walking in the forest you checked out of curiosity, the heavy carabiner that rattled in your pocket had a plethora of things on it; about a dozen keys in all shapes were in order by numbers, a pocket knife handy tool, a mini flashlight, and a key fob that looked like it got you into an apartment - you breathed a sigh of relief as you clicked the small handheld flashlight on. The forest was pitch black the more you walked into it, trying to walk along with the direction of the road and not further into the abyss but navigating in the dark was hard, the flashlight only took the edge off minorly– the unknowing and knowing what was out there prickled your skin up more than the cold did.

You had not a single clue where you were; you knew you were out of the city deep into the desolate lands that surround it, but it didn’t tell you much about the space – the forest was thick, the roads silent and there didn’t seem to be any neighbouring houses to the place you’d gotten out of, you were at this point playing Bear Grylls out here.

“Stay calm,” You affirmed yourself, taking deep breaths to keep your heart regular, the running done a number on you, “Let’s hope whoever is following you think’s that you’re dumb enough to stay on the roads,” You began in your head looking around, “And not dumb enough to walk into thick woodland areas with no idea where you are going...”

Baekhyun’s gun was tucked into your apron, your hand now being occupied by the hand knife you’d pried from the carabiner – for the second time this morning you felt like you were in survival game are you divided your attention on looking at the muddy floor and looking at this multi-tool Baekhyun thought was a good idea to keep on his keys. It was expensive, and so far you’d only flipped the knife out, but you were still trying to work the thing out – it was pointless trying to play with the thing, but it was a distraction from the fact that you could die anything in these damn woods.

“I wonder if he’s woken up yet?” You pondered to yourself fiddling with the knife, you strayed a little off the path you set but it wasn’t too bad, you knew you just had to run to the left to get back to the road, but it was still quiet, no cars had pass yet, “I hope he’s not too mad I stole his stuff,” You chuckled, flipping another smaller knife up, “Who am I kidding he will slaughter me if Sehun doesn’t get his hands on me first.”

You stopped in the middle of a small clearing in the forest, the plants probably looked beautiful during the day looked like spindled figures swaying hauntingly in the dark as you glanced around, shining your light on anything that looked out of place – you had stopped for a second to ease the burning in the legs, from the running to hiking through woodland areas that were uneven ground in heels was not kind on your body, but frankly, none of this was. Your body felt disgusting, sluggish, sore and battered by the last 7 hours – it truly was not your calling to be at a part of whatever life this was, or whatever life Byung-Chul had tossed you into unknowingly, you knew that much.

“What would have happened if I stayed?” You wondered as you limped to a nearby stump, the glass that was still stuck in your knees was getting bothersome, and frankly it looked horrifying as you shined your light on it, using your nails to try as get some bigger pieces out, “I’d either be dead, tortured, or maybe by some miracle id be safe.” You winced, gritting your teeth as you pulled a piece out, “The last one seems unlikely, but it would be better than sitting in the fucking woods playing doctor to myself.”

Your knees looked disgusting; you had glass in your knees and hands, the latter of which that was caked with no only Jaewoo’s blood but Baekhyun’s and your own, your stomach feel like it had cotton stuffed into it and your head thumped like a drum – your body was exhausted but here you were, sitting on a tree stump with nothing but a tiny flashlight to guide the way.

You had cried earlier when you thought Sehun was coming for you, and you maybe let a few tears shed as you run for your dear life from the house but now? You strangely felt detached from the situation, Byung-Chul had got mixed up with gang business – the clues were pointing to it, but you didn’t watch the news often so whoever they were was a guess to you, and the realisation that you’d tried to shoot a powerful gang member and knocked another out was something that no one would ever believe you did, but here you were, sitting like a rock waiting to feel something.

“I think I’m broken,” You sighed to yourself out loud, it was the first time you’d spoken in a while and your throat still felt like shit, “I’ll add dehydration to the list of things I have to deal with.” You chuckled to yourself.

“I’m losing it,” You dragged your grubby hands over your face, ignoring the pain from pushing glass further into your skin, “I’m talking to myself in the woods, armed with a gang member stolen good and a body that’s ready to crumble.” You spoke into your hands,

“I hope I freeze to death out here, put me out of my misery.” You begged to no one. It felt like you went into a trance as you clicked the light off to save battery, not knowing how long you’d be out here, staring out into the dark was calming now – the cold wind and whistles from the weather feeling like you were in another dimension, but that could also be the drugs finally wearing off, god knows maybe that was what pushed you to act like this. You feared the dark for the right reason; you didn’t know what lurked in the inky depths of it, your apartment was on a rougher side of the city – something out of a shitty aesthetic blog, you didn’t live the high life but you got by.

“I wonder if anyone is looking for me?” Your mind rattled, the police had been to the bar as you heard earlier, “Or do they think I’m one of the bodies at the bar, head blown apart?” It was a scary thought, but not as scary as light started to bleed through the trees.

“Shit,” You leapt up with a grit of your teeth, “Someone is coming” You scuttled around slightly before stepping over the stump you were sitting on, grabbing everything you dropped onto it and ran behind a bigger tree, crouching down with a bite of your tongue as the protest in your knees.

The gun was gripped in your hands again, quickly clicking off the safety as you peaked at the clearing that wasn’t too far from the tree. Voices were filling the area.

“So far nothing east of the house,” The voice got closer, you held your breath and tried to move as little as possible as a bigger light filled the clearing, “If she went this direction she might have known this was taking you north into the city, Yeol.” It was two armed men, you didn’t recognise either of them, they weren’t at the bar earlier.

“North…” You thought lowering your head taking in the information, “The city is north...”

“I don’t care if she isn’t there, Jongin” A deep voice filled the clearing from the small speaker, now he sounded familiar, he sounded like that guy that was with Sehun at the bar, “Just keep walking, Jun and I are driving into the city to see if she’s gone back to the bar” He sounded stressed, rightly so, this Jongin guy had stopped now listening to the call, “Baekhyun is awake and talking, Sehun just called, keep going north then circle back”

“And what if Minseok and I still find nothing?” He rolled his eyes. He was gorgeous too so was his companion, “Do we rendezvous back at the compound or?” Minseok hadn’t spoken but he was looking around the clearing with a sharp eye.

“Why is everyone in this fucking gang hot as fuck?”You seethed to yourself, “I’m being hunted by a hoard of hot men.”

“Jongin…” Minseok slapped his shoulder, the latter looking annoyed with whoever this Yeol was, “Do you see that?” He shined the light on the stump you had been sitting on.

“Circle back,” Yeol was speaking but Jongin wasn’t listening, his eyes training on whatever Minseok was looking at, “There’s a rest stop just North West of the house, you won’t be too far from it”

“One second, Yeol…” Jongin he interrupted him, “Minseok, shine that light there.” You pressed your back into the tree as light flooded into your peripheral vision, trying to look as small as possible, the strong floodlight torch made it look like daylight in the clearing – which terrified you. They just at to look a little harder and they’d see you, the gun pressed into your stomach, ready-to-use if you needed to.

“Is that glass?” Minseok quizzed, the sound of him coming closer frightened you, “Jongin it's bloody glass.” You didn’t peak around and look; you hoped the big tree covered you.

“Chanyeol?” Jongin sounded confused, “Did the target have any glass in or on her?” The sentence sounded ridiculous, but your heart was hammering too hard right now to appreciate the situation.

“Glass?” Chanyeol perked up, “Yes, yes she did!” He practically yelled down the phone, you imagined the pair jumped at the intensity, “Baekhyun dragged her through glass, she will be riddled with the stuff!” He sounded very cheery at your demise.

“Bastard.” You shut your eyes, praying to whatever was out there that they’d take the accidental bait and leave.

“So, she’s gone this way?” Minseok asked, “Do you think she’s still around?” He asked the light rushed to one side, the opposite of where you were.

“Doubt it,” Jongin said, Chanyeol was still yelling down the phone, “She got a head start on us”

“She’s also injured,” Minseok tutted, no one was listening to what Chanyeol was saying, “She can’t have got far.”

“Guess we’ll see…” Jongin sighed, “This better be worth it, Chanyeol” He directed the conversation to their friend.

“No,” Chanyeol started, “This is great it means she’s still in the area, keep heading North, Minseok is right she won’t have got far” He faded out for a second, talking to someone else, “Jun and I are going to let Sehun know, keep looking, we’re almost at the bar – we’re going to get whatever she’s left there.”

“Why?” Jongin sounded confused again. “Just in case she makes it out of the woods and into the city,” He started, “She’s not going to have anything there, we’ll have someone stakeout just in case she shows.” He finished.

“You’re the boss,” Jongin sounded tired, “We’ll call you if we find anything.” He sighed.

“Good,” Chanyeol spoke to him, “Tell Soo to monitor the highway camera’s, if she’s lurking around it won’t be long till she’s found, I can feel it.” He sounded like he was giving a motivational speech. You merely rolled your eyes.

“Sure thing, Yeol” Jongin chuckled at him, “Speak to you soon, tell the boss we said hi.” The sound of a click sounded; he’d hung up. You had to be silent now that Chanyeol wasn’t here to distract them.

“I’m sure he’ll be delighted,” Minseok mumbled, “Bastard yelled the whole house done from the moment she went missing.”

“Understandable,” Jongin sounded like he was walking around now, the crunch of the leaves shattering under his feet, “Byung-Chul owes us a lot of money, she’s our bargaining chip right now and she’s on the run.” The light kept moving and you begged it didn’t come anywhere near you.

“What idiot leaves evidence she was here?” Minseok spoke.

“This fucking idiot that’s who,” You wanted to yell, your lip was raw from pulling on it with your teeth, a metallic taste filling your mouth, “Keep. Walking.”

“Give her credit, Min” Jongin chuckled, “She got past you and Jongdae just fine” He teased his companion. You could feel Minseok rolling his eyes.

“Whatever,” The man mumbled annoyed, “Let’s just keep walking, god knows where she is now.”

“I’m right here.” You rolled your eyes.

There was a heavy beat of silence that filled the void as you watched the light fade from the place, spilling into the trees ahead of Jongin and Minseok as they retreated from clearing – taking their godly light with them. You fell slack against the tree as soon as you deemed it safe enough too, your body aching with the tension – your mind was trying to take in what happened just now. You weren’t sure if they had no faith in your escape skills if they didn’t bother to check the area or if they were useless.

“Probably a bit of both,” You thought bitterly, as much as they scared the shit out of you because they had no clue you were listening to them you got some valuable information from them. “They’re walking North, they said there’s a rest stop North West that isn’t too far from here.”

“If I stray off the path, I might make it to the rest stop” You spoke to yourself quietly standing up, they hadn’t left that long ago you were testing fate, “If I can make it to the rest stop I might get some help.” Baekhyun’s pocketknife had a tiny compass on the hilt of it.

Right now, it was too dangerous to use the flashlight just in case you alerted your hunters, but you pulled it out anyway, screwing your eyes to look at the tiny thing.

“North.” You thought pointing in the direction that the men went, “They weren’t lying”

You breathed a sigh of relief. North and North West had a big enough gap between them you felt somewhat comfortable walking the new path, you still couldn’t risk turning on the flashlight again just in case, but you could at least still try to get to the rest stop. It was your only hope, Chanyeol and whoever this Jun was had taken a car to the city which meant that it was far enough that walking would not get you there anytime soon.

“Let’s hope someone there can help me” You sighed in your head

After getting off the phone with Jongin and Minseok, Chanyeol felt a tad better about the situation at hand, even with Junmyeon telling them they weren’t out of the woods yet till they found the girl. The tall red head felt better, regardless. The car to the bar was silent, the two of them not doing much talking because of stress and the fact that if they didn’t find or at least get a lead on the girl Sehun would have their heads along with Baekhyun’s for the taking, it was a tense ride, hell it was a tense couple of hours. The pair of them hadn’t called their boss yet, they’d had an update he was getting his way through a lovely bottle of single malt while Baekhyun howled the compound down at the hands of Dr. Jongdae.

“Is this girl worth it?” Chanyeol asked with a sigh, opting to break the suffering silence, Jun was at the wheel of the car, speeding through the city “I mean, I get Byung-Chul owes us a lot of money and stuff but really? Is the girl worth all this trouble?” Chanyeol ranted slightly. He much like everyone else in the compound wanted to go to sleep after the shootout, but that was hours ago, and this random girl had decided that it would not happen.

“Franky, she’s not worth this chase at all,” Junmyeon started, sounding as aggravated as the rest of them, “But what Sehun says goes, even if it makes no sense and has all of us up at crackass of dawn looking for the most useless person in this whole scenario, no offense to the girl.” Chanyeol wanted to roll his eyes.

“Doesn’t Byung-Chul have a wife? Kids?” Chanyeol ranted, “Literally anything else? Why are we running around after a random bar worker?”

“Listen Chanyeol,” Junmyeon sighed heavily, “Your guess is as good as mine, Sehun thinks the police and stuff pressuring and raiding Byung-Chul will open him up to talking to us, or at least giving us a chance to strike” His eyes flicked to the redhead, “I tried to reason with him but let’s be real, he’s desperate or at least his version of it–and as powerful as we are, Byung-Chul laundered a lot of cash from us and he’s used it elsewhere, that sorta stuff doesn’t just get dealt with.”

“Still no one is telling me how this girl will make anything better,” Chanyeol huffed, “Can’t Soo or something hack into his accounts? Wire the money back?”

Junmyeon doesn’t say it often but Chanyeol’s naivety was something he wished the tall man never lost, all of them had their own stories and their own backgrounds that brought them together, but Chanyeol was the last to join the 9 brothers, and as hardened of a gang member he had become over the years, his tall companion never lost that child in him. It was times like these he could see it clear as day how his past very much still ran with him, he’d grown up very different to Sehun, Yixing, Baekhyun and himself—he wasn’t born into a mafia family or tethered along with its antics. No, Chanyeol was another kind of member, much like Kyungsoo, this wasn’t their initial life, but fate had bent their hands to be here. While it was a breath of life in the repetitiveness of what they knew, it was also dangerous to not completely understand why you did things.

“It’s the principle, Yeol,” Junmyeon reminded him softly, if his own father had taught him anything it was that sometimes yelling about things would not make people listen, “Byung-Chul has wronged us, that isn’t something you let go easily, it makes you seem weak to others if you just forgive without retaliation” He glanced at him again, he was sulking in the passenger seat, “As for the girl, I get where Sehun is coming from–collateral damage even in the smallest amount can give you the upper hand, Byung-Chul doesn’t have the resources to just make this all go away, the police will interrogate and raid him, to them an innocent girl is missing and another worker is dead.”

“I’ll never understand how your damn families do things,” Chanyeol sighed, “It’s always a rule or vague motto for something” He waved him off, Junmyeon merely smiled lightly but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“It’s been six years, Yeol” Junmyeon started, “You’ll get a hang of it, be thankful you didn’t have to grow up like us.” Junmyeon mumbled the last part, and if Chanyeol caught it he said nothing.

As much as Junmyeon wanted to believe in Sehun and follow him through it all like he’d promised, it was times like these he wished his younger brother would just listen to anyone else–they may not be bound by blood was they were damn near close enough. Running the family “business” that stretched back decades wasn’t an easy task, everyone who grew up in this life knew this–they’d seen the crumble of lives before their very eyes at the hands of the job, some more than others.

For the longest time, everyone had lived very much in the bliss that the end would never come, ignorance was part of the job; you lived very much like you were going to die an hour from now. But times has changed and the mentality of caring for your own very much concreted itself into the new generation's mind, it wasn’t without reason, they’d all lost someone close to them, and Junmyeon fought every day to makes sure it wasn’t a brother they ran the chance of losing.

Sehun, mostly in Junmyeon eyes, wasn’t meant to step up to be the leader when he did–he was merely a teenager at the time and while he’d had grown into the job over the years, he like the rest of them still slipped up. Byung-Chul was never supposed to get an ounce of their money in the first place, it was something that was very much debated amongst the brothers in the beginning but as power goes, what Sehun ruled as bible everyone else had to go with–even if no one agreed, the arrangement had landed them here, chasing someone through the city, and Junmyeon hoped that maybe this would spark some sense into their still bratty leader.

“Jun?” Chanyeol grumbled out slightly as they pulled up a few blocked from the bar, it was still dead morning but there were police riffling the area, the two of them seeing the flashing blue lights up ahead and out of the ally they parked in, “How exactly are we going to get past them? The place is still packed.”

“Like the past,” Junmyeon sighed slightly, reaching into the glove compartment, grasping two masks and tossing one of them at the man, “Put that on”

“We’re breaking in?” There was a glint in Chanyeol’s eyes, for all it was worth he loved his job in a weird way, “Like for real? No sending in under-men to do it?” Junmyeon merely chuckled.

“Yes, Yeol,” He started pulling the mask over his face and taking anything recognisable off his body, “We’re doing the breaking in this time, I’ve got someone a few blocks over ready to create a distraction if things go sour.” Chanyeol was following his lead, pulling the mask over his vibrant hair, dumping his rings and chain into the glove compartment while he was at it.

“What’s the plan, chief?” Chanyeol chuckled, taking his gun out of his waistband, checking to see how many bullets he had left in his magazine, “What exactly are we taking,”

“The girls stuff,” Junmyeon said, doing the same thing as him, “We get in and out, get the girls stuff, if she comes sniffing around later she won’t have much to find here–police will be gone by sunrise as usual, we take away her illusion of safety.”

“Soo said he saw her tucking her phone under the bar earlier,” Chanyeol stated fixing himself, he could feel the adrenaline thrumming in his veins now – the brothers rarely did the dirty breaking and entering unless it was a big case they were doing, and even at that the smaller members were sent in, Chanyeol knew he stood out like a sore thumb sometimes, “Cameras showed a small backroom behind the bar, if we’re lucky the police haven’t taken her stuff for evidence yet.”

“They haven’t,” Jun hummed, much to Chanyeol’s confusion, “They’ve been pulling and bagging bullets for the last few hours, Baekhyun got a put trigger happy in there, plus Soo delayed the police call until we could wipe the bar for any incriminating evidence.” He answered his unsaid question.

“How do you know all this?” Chanyeol was disbelieved at his older brother, “Like serious? You know too much”

“I have my people,” Junmyeon smirked slightly, “Police code doesn’t mean much if you wave a bit of persuasion in their face.” Chanyeol merely chuckled at this before tucking his gun back into his waistband and making sure he had everything he needed.

It was silent in the car for a second before Jun’s phone lit up with a message. The two of them halting what they were doing to peer at the screen, it was their tip off.

“We better get a move on,” Jun said opening his car door, Chanyeol following him, closing it was a small thud as the two of them went into hyperaware mode, “Remember the plan, in and out, we have 15 minutes at the max.” Junmyeon nodded.

“Don’t fuck this up, or Sehun will make you wish you can stay in whatever jail cell they put you in”

If you knew that walking North West was going to be harder than just walking straight North and risking being shot by two beautiful men you would have taken it because honestly like everything else in the last few hours, this was not worth it. The lands that the forest was on was not what you thought it was, walking deeper into the place you soon realised that it was steep with hills, ditches, and everything else that could abuse your poor ankles. It wasn’t even a few minutes after you’d set off that you’d fallen down a hill because of the lack of light you were conserving so Jongin and his friend couldn’t find you, but if the birds scattering the trees weren’t enough to go by, the sound of the shocked scream you’d let out after falling told them you were in there with them.

It dazed you for a few seconds after rolling down the hill; branches, thorns, rocks, cutting everything that was exposed of your skin at the moment, and like the glass in your knees it was something you would have to ignore for a second because as soon as you’d realised what had happened you were up on your aching feet and dashing into whatever direction you could, your hands frantically checking that you had everything you set off.

“Keys, gun, knife, money, watch, got it.” You panted to yourself in your head, as your heels sank into the mud with every step of the sprint “Sanity, dignity and total control of your actions? Gone”

Twigs and branches were whipping against your face as you stumbled through the forest, catching in your hair and tugging you back every so often as you tried to avoid and jump over fallen pieces of trees that were places to elegantly in your way, you felt repetitive constantly talking in your head about how much your shoes not made for this but your ankles felt close to snapping in half as you tripped your way through the dark. If Jongin and his friend were following you they weren’t doing a very good job, or they had lost you again, but regardless you still ran like your life depends on it, ironically it did.

The pitch-black wasn’t something you could find time to focus on amongst the running, unlike your prior fears, but you tried your best to avoid all the obstacles in your way. Your face felt warm and cold at the same time; the raw wounds caused by the whipping trees, coupled with the flush of your cheeks from the extortion on your body caused part of it to heat while the rest of you froze to death because of lack of proper clothing and general fear. Tonight really had done a number on you, probably more than you thought it was going to but here you were anyway, running for your life again.

With burning legs and strangled lungs, you could have cried after what felt like 30 minutes of running when you eventually saw a parting in the trees for the first time in miles, coming to a stop to lean against one of them you gazed as what looked like a soft light breaking through ahead.

“Doesn’t look like taillights,” You thought to yourself, wheezing slightly to try to regulate your lungs, “Or that light that Jongin had before…” You tried to squeeze your eyes to get a grasp of what it was, but you were too tired to focus on what was up ahead.

You knew it was a risk to get curious, but you couldn’t help it, your throbbing legs taking steps towards the light to see what it was – if you needed you were covered by the trees, and if it called for it, you were armed. Nevertheless, you limped towards the beacon, the fate yellow of its hue turning into reds and greens as you broke through the thickest part of the trees – crouching you furrowed your brows slightly.

“This is the rest stop they were on about huh…” You muttered to yourself. It was a pretty rundown place, looking less like a gas station and more like a bar/diner – it had that off the highway theme that the bar you worked in carried, except it was 10x shittier looking and filled with old cars and trucks, “It doesn’t look like much.” It wasn’t much.

Lee’s had the exact look of an old rundown rest stop you’d see in the middle of nowhere, it perfectly fit into the fact that it seemed to be on an off-road out of the city, the giant 24-hour sign that sat under the name was the only indication that it was open at this time of morning. You were carefully looking at the building while concealed by the bushes. If the Jongin and his friend from before knew about this place, there was a chance they’d already scoped it out, or where at least very close. For the first time tonight, you didn’t want to go in just in case that was what would happen, but you were exhausted; dehydrated, hungry and everything else you could be, you had to go in.

With numb legs you stumbled out of the bushes and onto the tarmac, looking like a zombie approaching from the woods you squinted and grunted at the bright neon light that shone out onto the relevantly filled parking lot, it was busy for 6 am, the sky lightening slightly at the sun making its way into the sky. Baekhyun’s gun was peeking out the pocket of your apron and with a sigh you tucked it under your shirt and into your skirt, if you were going into a busy place you weren’t about to scare anyone into thinking you would rob the place, you’re already experienced that once tonight.

“Fuck,” You mumbled slightly, pulling a twig that was stuck in your hair out; you knew you looked disgusting at the moment, your hands still very much covered in blood and glass. Rolling your shoulder back with a sickening crack you walked across the parking lot that was filled with a lot of older looking vehicles and towards the door of the establishment, fixing yourself as you went. “Here we go…”

The door of the place had some glass on it so you could see inside, and it was exactly like you expected; dusty, old, filled with older men watching tv and drinking well before the law permits, you suppose Oasis would have looked like this if you opened 24 hours too but you still shuddered slightly. A young distressed woman walking into a bar of men? This would be fun.

Huffing a big breath of air as you pushed the door open, a couple of the patrons looking towards the door as you walked in, glaring slightly at you disrupting whatever they were going, you felt like you were under some microscope as you looked around; it was quiet – the tv in the corner playing the 6 am news. Walking to the bar you glanced at the bartender, nodding at him as you approached and sat down.

“Water, please.” You said casting your eyes down at the old bar before glancing at the bartender. He was an older guy – probably about his early 30s, very bored looking and ready to leave.

“Just water?” He cocked a brow, you knew no one here just ordered water, but you nodded at him, taking one of Baekhyun’s bills out your pocket to pay, he merely just raised a hand, “Free, you look like shit anyway.” You wanted to roll your eyes, but he was right.

“Tough night,” You sigh leaning your arms on the bar, keeping your hands tucked away from prying eyes, “Very tough night.”

“Looks it,” He didn’t miss a beat, sliding the water to you with a watching eye, he knew you didn’t just stumble on here on accident, “Enjoy.” He monitored you as he walked away to serve a gentleman that raised his hand a few seats down from you.

If you could make love to a glass of water, you were sure you would as you gulped the cold liquid down your burning throat; it felt like it was soothing a fire as you tried your hardest not to moan out at how good it was – the bartender was looking at you as you slammed the glass down on the counter with a pant. You collected yourself slightly as you looked at him.

“Where’s the restroom?” You asked with a slight smile, trying to seem like you didn’t just practically tank a glass of water in a few seconds, “Please.” He looked sceptical of even telling you were that was but pointed to a small alcove around the corner and down a small hallway from the physical bar, it was out of sight; but you had to go through the people to get to it, the light barely reaching it.

Your legs were still tingling from all the running but you tried to seem normal as you walked to the restroom through the tables of people, their eyes were on you like they were hunting you, you knew you couldn’t trust a single man in here. The female bathroom seemed like a haven as you pushed the old door open, the dim light fitting with the fact the place was a shithole.

“They must not see women often,” You pursed your lips as you walked to the sink, preparing for what you were about to see, “Or at all…” You looked in disgust at the floors.

You couldn’t have prepared for what the mirror would show you, your eyes widening at the sight of yourself, you were a mess. If the bride of Frankenstein didn’t get married and kidnapped by a bunch of gang members, you imagined that’s what you could compare yourself too – you were beyond ashen pale, your skin looking like you’d been dead for a couple of hours, the heavy bags setting under your eyes like you wanted them there, the worst of all was the cuts that littered your face and arms, you looked abused by nature.

“Jesus…” You touched your face, wincing slightly as you prodded one cut on your cheek, your hands looked disgusting as you felt too, “I got to clean up before they call the police on me”

In hindsight them calling the police was exactly what you wanted, but you had a weird feeling that would only tip Sehun and his men off, they seemed like powerful people – powerful people have eyes everywhere, hence why you needed to get out of here quickly. You made quick work using cold water to get the blood off your hands, watching the sink turn a sickening red with the sins of the last couple hours – the temperature shot needles into your cuts but you gritted your teeth and bared it as you tried to pull some pieces of glass out, it was messy and disgusting and you knew that you needed proper medical care soon but this would have to do. You tried to wash your face while you were at it, slapping your cheeks to try to get some colour back to face, you looked dead and you needed to get out of here very much alive, even if you were cleaning yourself up in a disgusting bathroom. Taking a step back you checked your clothes, opting to shimmy off your tights while you were at it, they were beyond saving.

Taking more care, you cleaned your knees as best as you could, most of the glass was lodged in your skin or had been pushed out miles into the woods, you were looking more decent but still not great. As you fixed your shirt your hands touched the gun you had tucked away, pulling it out you looked at the large weapon.

“How do I even check how many bullets are in this thing?” You thought to yourself as your fingers grazed the side of it, the weird symbol on the gun was still a mystery to you, “You think watching enough cop shows would tell you how to do this” The whole gun was a mystery to you, you barely knew how to shoot it let alone take care of it, “Let’s just hope I don’t have to use it” You tucked the thing away again.

You didn’t know how long you were in the bathroom, but you guessed it was long enough, stuffing your old tights into the bin by the door you opened the old thing listening out to the people that were out there. There was a light chatter of the people as you pushed your body out the door, much like you did at the house – quietly. They had turned the news up and the people were listening intently to it as you peeked around the other wall to the main section of the bar, you only caught the end of a sentence by it had your eyes widening.

“-Woman missing in a bar shoot out that left 13 dead,” The presenter said with a grim voice, and while you couldn’t see the screen you begged they weren’t showing your picture, “Police are hunting for a young woman by the name of (y/n), aged 22, who was a worker at the bar the night of the incident” He sounded passive. But there were grumbles in the bar at him, “No details confirmed as of yet, but police have linked it to a string of gang associated crimes that have sprung up in the city. If anyone has information, Police have urged that you contact the number at the bottom of the scree-“ You stopped listening at that point.

Screwing your face up you thumped your head off the wall slightly, no one had got a good look at you yet and after cleaning yourself up, you guessed that if you walked out there they’d click instantly that you were the missing woman – the news probably showed a photo of you, they always do for missing cases.

“I need to get the fuck out of here,” You peaked around again, noticing some patrons were looking towards the bathroom, “And quick.” The hallway had to go somewhere.

Scuttling quickly, you ran the opposite direction to a series of backrooms. You blindly opened the first door you saw – being met with a dinky looking office. You breathed a sigh of relief as you locked the door behind you, leaning against it. This was the first you wanted to be locked in. You had set to work quickly if you wanted to get out, there was a small window you could probably crawl out of to get to the parking lot but how you would get out of there was what you were looking for. Going towards the desk you practically ripped every draw open to find anything to help you till you were met with a locked door. Having enough of everything tonight you didn’t hesitate to grab a pair of scissors and jam them in the small opening, using all the strength you had left in you to force the drawer open, the old wood splitting as it bursts open.

“Jackpot,” You sang slightly as you smiled at the drawer, locked inside was a pair of car keys and a small wad of cash, picking up the keys you twirled them around your fingers with a small rattle, you left the man you were about to rob his cash at least as you gripped them in your hands, “We’ve got to blast.” You spoke to no one in particular.

Glancing around the office one last time you grabbed the jacket that was lying on the chair, the rough and heavy denim probably not ideal for your wounds, but you grabbed it anyway – going towards the window with a big breath. It wasn’t locked, much to your joy but the sound of footsteps coming towards the office practically hauled your ass out of the thing quickly, depositing you onto the hard ground below with a groan of pain. Rebounding quickly, you shuffled the jacket on and dashed out into the parking lot, grabbing the keys wildly to press the unlock.

The door handle was wiggling as you left. It was a tense few seconds as you stood in the large lot pressing the keys to see which car you were about to steal, listening closely you heard the sound of unlocked and a slight beep to your left. Feeling like you were in a heist game you tossed yourself towards the car that clicked, ignoring the fact it was an old beat-up four-door for a second – you imagined if you had the strength the doors with be off the hinges with the rate you threw the thing open, your body bouncing slightly as you threw yourself in. You’d never started a car so fast in your life, the old thing spluttering to life as you hastily reversed it out its space – trying not to hit any cars as you went.

“Oh, fuck!” You shouted as the door to the rest stop burst open, the bartender for before furiously running out, the tires were screeching as you sped through the lot, driving past the owner who wrathfully smacked his hand at the car that jetted past him.

Tokyo Drift had nothing on you as you screeched out the rest stop parking lot, the owner of the car running behind you for a few seconds as you sped up the road and away from the rest stop. Your heart was buzzing in your chest as you gripped the wheel so tight your knuckled turned a different shade.

“I’ll add him to the list of people that want me dead,” You muttered.

As soon as you were out of the vicinity of the rest stop you tried to slow the car down to a normal pace, you were without your licence or any form of id on you, and with the police looking for you, you couldn’t risk getting pulled over – the car you had hijacked stank of old cigarettes and cheap cologne, the faded leather interior looked like it was a few seconds away from giving up, but it was full of gas and It was currently the only getaway vehicle you had. The thought of where to go jumped around your head as you eventually after about 20 minutes of driving you turned into a section of the city you recognised, the sun starting to peek out of the clouds in the distance.

“I can’t go to the bar,” You gripped the wheel, talking to yourself, the radio was on but it was very low, “The police have probably taken my things by now,” You didn’t exactly know if you were a wanted criminal yet seeing as you were the only one missing from the bar shoot out but you had a guess that the police probably had you as the main suspect, “I could try to go back to my apartment, they might not have touched that yet…” It was an inherently stupid idea, but it was something. You had hoped that maybe Sehun’s men wouldn’t think you’d be stupid enough to go back to your place, hoping they thought you’d run to the police or something.

The highway you were on was about 40 minutes away from your apartment on the other side of the city, and the thought of going to a friend’s place crossed your mind for a second, but for right now you needed a change of clothes and shoes fast – no stores would be open yet and because your face was plastered on the news, you couldn’t risk going into a shop anyway, you’d have to ditch the car soon, the bartender had probably called you in already with his stolen vehicle. It was a very messy situation, driving a stolen car through a busy city in daylight, but you would have to step on it to get back to your place and out before anyone got wind of you, the last nearly 12 hours had been an experience and you knew that it would not be over just yet

As soon as Chanyeol and Junmyeon had returned to the compound with the girls things they dashed straight back to their bosses office, glancing at each other with a nod that said “keep this short and sweet”, they had heard their boss was to put it lightly looking fragile at the moment, a bottle of empty booze sitting outside his office door. It was a tense few seconds of looking at each other before Chanyeol eventually raised his hand to knock on the old mahogany door.

There was a beat of silence before they heard him, “Come in,” Sehun grumbled out.

Opening the door, they were met with the same sight they’d left with, Sehun sitting ideally at his desk with a passive expression – only this time he was minus his jacket and tie, an illusion of docile at the situation. The two walked further in to see a very rough-looking Baekhyun laying on the couch of Sehun’s office, his face bruised and stitched up but still breathing.

“Anything?” Sehun asked with little to no emotion in his voice. Junmyeon knew instantly that he was doubting himself again, so he looked at Chanyeol before he spoke.

“We got her things.” Jun said lightly, nodding at Chanyeol to place them on his desk, the girl’s bag and jacket making a small clunk on Sehun’s pristine desk, “Also got word from Jongin and Minseok.”

“Saying?” Sehun was keeping it short, “Found her yet?”

“Well no,” Junmyeon started, “They found bloody pieces of glass in the forest near the house, they think she…” He was promptly cut off.

“If you say to me, they have an idea of where she might be, save it.” Sehun grumbled out, spinning on his chair to face them, his face tense, “I don’t want ideas,” He continued, “I want her found, and quickly.” Junmyeon could feel his eye twitching.

“I’m aware, Sehun, but it’s better than nothing.” Junmyeon tried to reason with the tense boss while Chanyeol kept quiet, “We’ll find her.”

“You better.” Sehun spoke tensely, “He’s already on thin ice” He nodded at Baekhyun who was out like a light.

“We brought you here things,” Chanyeol cut in, looking at Jun before speaking again, “We thought Soo could run her phone for anyone she might go to, I know he’s working on her address and her face is all over the news.” That wasn’t exactly the right thing to say.

“And so are we,” Sehun spoke, looking him dead in the eye, “Gang affiliated crimes seems to be the phrase of the day.” He shut his eyes for a second before continuing, “We’re getting sloppy, as soon as the girls found, call a meeting.”

“Yes sir,” Chanyeol said uncharacteristically, he could read it was a very tense situation that was about to boil over, “I’m about to head back out once Soo gives me the address.” Junmyeon was looking at the two of them with a look in his eyes.

“Good,” Sehun turned his back to them again, opting to look out the window, he merely waved his hand at them, “Take Baekhyun with you, he caused this mess, he should be out there like the rest of you. I’ve seen the man fight with a bullet wound; he’ll be fine.” He stated before anyone could question him.

Chanyeol merely nodded before going over to his usual partner in crime, waking the sleeping rock up with a hard shove, placing his finger over his lips to be quiet as he hauled him out the room – Junmyeon was about to follow them till Sehun spoke up again.

“Jun,” He muttered, “You stay, we need to chat.”

Morning traffic hit just as you were speeding your way to your apartment, your chest rumbling with an annoyed growl – you weren’t used to driving in the city, opting to commute everywhere but you were reminded of how precious your time was as the masses of people started to flood the roads to get to wherever they were going. Cause of this it took twice as long to get to your apartment, daylight very much settling in the sky as you eventually parked the car behind your shitty apartment building – it was a generic apartment building, with every floor being exposed to the outside with balconies that ran along exterior, the lights of every home that was away showing clear as day. Stepping out of the car you looked at the building, thanking the lord you lived at the back in the first place, you could see your front door on the 5th floor. You sprinted to the side entrance and punched your code in, listening to beep of it open before you as you pushed the heavy thing. Normally you’d take the lift since it was 5 floors, but you were buzzing with too much anxiety to think about staying in a confined space for too long that you practically booked it up the stairs in record time.

Facing the open balcony that led to your apartment you tried to stay as quiet as possible as not to alert your neighbours. If they watched the news, they knew it was you the police was looking for, and you couldn’t risk tipping them off that you were home. It was a jittery walk to your apartment door, but it was worth as, as soon as you were met with the old peeling painted door, you instantly crouched down to lift the loose slab of concrete under the door, your spare key looking dull as ever crushed under its weight. Checking both sides of you before you opened the door, you wanted to cry as it opened, the sight of normality filling your vision. It was exactly how you left it last night, they’d hadn’t been to visit you yet, the dull white ways and the personal touches you placed everywhere unmarred by anyone touching it, you quietly shut the door as you entered.

It was a straight B-Line for your bedroom as you tossed the jacket you’d stole onto the couch; you needed your own clothes. Tossing your apron on the bed and your disgusting clothes on the floor, you didn’t hesitate to dress in something that was very low key and neutral – the skirt and heels being replaced with comfortable pants and boots that didn’t carry a 4-inch heel, you also tossed off your sweaty shirt and you physically cringed at the feel of touching.

“I am disgusting,” You spoke to yourself quietly, pulling a tank top and sweatshirt over your head, wincing slightly at the pain in your body, “Absolutely disgusting, god, I wish I had time to shower.” You had to cut your time in the apartment to as little as possible. Tugging a brush through your hair, you pulled a backpack out from under your bed – it was your old university backpack, but it would do while you figured out where you would go, you didn’t even have time to check over your wounds or patch them up.

Everything that was in the apron, aside from the gun, got shoved into the backpack quickly along with a few other things; more cash, some personal hygiene items, a few belongings, the clothes you had taken off, and some food was all stuffed into your bag.

“Can’t have the police knowing I was here,” You thought to yourself stuffing the clothes in, you tried to leave the thing as untouched as possible, making little to no noise in your creaky kitchen as you shoved small snacks into your bag. You can’t say it thrilled you to toss the heavy denim jacket on again, but it was warm, and it meant not leaving any evidence that you’d been here by taking something else.

Baekhyun’s gun was stuffed into the back of your pants, the cold metal still sending a shiver up your spine – but was an uncomfortable feeling having it there but not as uncomfortable as walking back to your front door, now that was bittersweet, not knowing the next time you’d get to come back here. Praying to anyone that would listen to you, you hoped it would be soon that you got to see this place again, but you tried to bare it as best as you could as you said a small goodbye – opening the front door to let the light in.

“Time to go.” You muttered softly stepping back out. You were taking the spare key with you this time, on the off chance you had to return. Closing the door was saddening as it felt a bit too metaphorical for your liking, but it had to be done – you had to be gone and soon. You had taken initiative to take two pain meds while you were in the house, to keep your body going for along as possible, the next part of your plan getting a motel on the edge of the city till you could safely go to the police. It was a long shot to get to the other side of the city you were on, but you would chance it, you just had to dump the stolen car and find something to tide you over.

Rushing down the stairs again you had noted that it had gotten a lot lighter than it was when you had first entered the building, the soft blue skies clear as they had been for a while- the cold air nipping at your nose. What you didn’t expect to note was what happened as soon as you got up to the car to unlock it.

“I wouldn’t do that if I was you, sweetheart,” A calm but sharp voice spoke. You almost dropped the keys in fright as you froze, looking over your shoulder slightly, “Have a fun little adventure?” It was Baekhyun.

“Y-You’re awake…” You stuttered, barely struck for words and not turning fully around to face him, your free hand was itching to go towards your back where you were keeping his gun.

“You’ve put us through a tough couple of hours, sweetheart,” He cooed to you, it was as taunting as any other time you’d heard him speak, “I mean, you’re a real chancer I’ll give you that, making us chase you through the city,” He chuckled softly, “Sehun is just thrilled with you.” Your blood ran cold at his name. You were still facing the car, but you could see someone else approaching you.

“Have your fun later, Baekhyun.” The body came close to you, Chanyeol.

He was so much taller than you were, taller than Baekhyun or even Sehun, dressed in all black but with the same flaming red hair you’d seen earlier – he didn’t seem as setting on strangling you where you stood as Baekhyun did, in fact, he was pretty passive to the situation as you looked up at him, his eyes weren’t hard, just tired.

“I’m going to give you two options,” He spoke directly to you, looking down into your eyes, “You either come with us peacefully and save us a lot more bother,” He began, raising an eyebrow, “Or we force you into the car and haul you back kicking and screaming if we have to, your choice.” He was firmer than Baekhyun.

Looking at him, you probably should have picked the first option. His physique said he could crush you like a grape, but as you’d stated many times before – you had come this far.

“Option three.” You said to him, his tough exterior melting quickly as confusion took over his face.

“Wait what?” He asked, brows furrowed.

Again, you don’t know what came over you but as quickly as he questioned it, you found the strength to lift you aching leg and quickly kick him right where his crown jewels were – watching his eyes bulge out and his large body kilo over would have been comedic if you didn’t instantly dash away, jumping past his grabbing hand. Baekhyun yelled behind you and instantly footsteps were heard, you weren’t the quickest runner in the world and he had long legs so you did want you had too, reaching into your pants you quickly flicked the safety off the gun and fired backwards blindly – Baekhyun yelp of fright ringing out the apartment complex. You had dashed into the alleyway that was close the apartment, planning to run onto the street and lose them in the crowd, the end was nearly insight for you – that was until you felt a hand grasp onto your backpack, ripping it off you, and sending your whole body to get flung backwards.

There was an audible wheeze and footsteps in the alley, as your back and head collided very hard with the concrete – a burning pain shooting up your spine, and the sound of steps rushing in. Baekhyun’s gun was still very much grasp in your hand but as the white dots cleared from your vision, you felt a boot being placed onto your neck – not enough to choke you, but enough to keep you down, your blurred vision filled with a man you’d never seen before, his cropped but still decently long dark hair and passive face looking down on you, his gun clocked and pointed directly at you.

“Stay down.” His voice was extremely bored but still tense as he spoke down to you.

It only a took a mere few seconds before you were grabbed and hauled up by a smirking Baekhyun, his bruised face looking like the Cheshire cat as he roughly grabbed your arms and forced you up – your back and head severely protested, the burning and the throbbing making it hard to stand, something only one man noticed, Chanyeol who had stumbled into the alley a little after Baekhyun – his eyes narrowing on your slumped figure. A warm sensation was tricking down the back of your head, and if your hands weren’t restrained you guessed your fingers would come back bloody upon touch, but Baekhyun had you in a very firm hold as he practically tossed you to their car. It was all blacked out, and expensive-looking, much like the one you’d shot out earlier.

“Hands out,” The man that stood on your neck said to you, very bored, “Quickly,” Baekhyun was thorough as he lifted your arms, the feeling of something being strapped to your wrists and tightened made you wince; you were being zip-tied.

“Just in case you get any ideas,” Baekhyun narrowed his eyes at you, you could hear someone going through your things at the same time; the zip of the bag loud in your ringing ears. Baekhyun also made quick work of stealing his watch back from your wrist, clasped onto his own very swiftly, “And I’ll be taking back my things too, brat.”

Watching with glazed eyes, you looked at the things that had been stolen over the last couple hours being handed back to their owner; gun, keys, his cash, his watch, random bits of paper, everything. It was bittersweet, even more so as you watched your backpack get tossed into the back of the car.

“You’re really dumb, you’re aware of that right?” Baekhyun shoved your head under the roof of the car to force you into the vehicle, you winced as he dug his fingers into the sore spot on your head, your body had gone through it, you turned your head to glare back at him, talking for the first time.

“I knocked you out, didn’t I?” You smirked at him spitefully, your teeth on show.

The rage was bubbling up in him as he resorted to just throwing you in the car, your body landing on the leather seats in a pile, you cried out softly as you landed awkwardly – body burning in pain. Flicking your head up you watched as Baekhyun and the man you didn’t know the name of got into the front of the car, your head flicking again as the door next to you opened – Chanyeol reaching in, and much softer than Baekhyun, sitting you up right before sitting on the seat next to you, making sure you were buckling in. He had a passive look in his eyes to the situation, but you respected that he at least put your seat belt on for you.

“Drive, Kyungsoo.” Baekhyun slumped in the passenger seat holding his nose in stress tired from the last few hours, “Before I decide to avenge the fact the stray shot at me with my gun.”

“Kyungsoo,” You thought to yourself, “That’s another name down.”

You gulped down all the saliva in your mouth to try to soothe your dry throat; it was out of fear mostly; you knew they were taking you somewhere – and you guessed it was back to Sehun. Chanyeol kept glancing at you, you could see from the corner of your eye, whether it was to monitor you, you didn’t know but what you knew was that the silence in the car was deafening.

“It was going to be a very long ride.”

Pissing yourself or maybe tossing yourself out the car door on the highway were all very real thoughts you had on the drive back to what you recognised, after about 30 minutes, was the house you had escaped from before, the scenery there actually looking somewhat nice in the daytime, but you weren’t here to appreciate the views, you guessed you were driving back to your death. The car was silent with Kyungsoo drive, Baekhyun looking like he was trying to get some shut eyes while the peace lasted, and Chanyeol messing around on his phone – it was pathetic that they knew that you weren’t that much of a threat that they couldn’t even spare any brain cells to pay attention to you.

The first half of the trip comprised of Baekhyun glaring at you through the rear-view mirror, nothing you didn’t expect to be honest, but it was setting you more on edge than you already were, looking at the scenery you knew you’d be at the house soon.

How soon however wasn’t something that you were expecting, it felt like time was going with your heartbeat as within a few minutes of entering the green lands you’d run through hours before; you were pulling up to the same you’d also booked it out of.

There was more security than necessary, to be honest, a couple of men you didn’t recognise standing around the steps to the house; with Jongin, standing by the door. You felt like you were a security threat as they ripped the door open next to you, a man that you’d never seen more peeked in; he looked gentle, but you knew that was just probably an act.

“Our guest has returned safely I see,” He smiled slightly, but there wasn’t much conviction to it, Chanyeol had left the car and was now standing next to him, “Chanyeol, take her inside,” Chanyeol muttered something to him before he approached you.

Chanyeol took your arm in his grasp, much gentler than you were expecting, and gave you a look before he lifted you out of the car and onto your feet; the world spun for a second and you would have stumbled if you never had his hold on you.

“Great, add a concussion to the list of things wrong today,” You thought bitterly to yourself.

The courtyard of the grand house was filled with various people, but not the man of the hour, and they all looked at you annoyed – there was some light talking but you didn’t pay too much attention to it, as much as you wanted to bolt again, getting shot before that could happen wasn’t the most appealing thing. The man who peeked into the car was now leading you and Chanyeol into the house, Jongin staring at you as you passed him by the door. It was a beautiful foyer, light coloured with two grand staircases that met in the middle of a large first floor, not what you expected.

“Take her up to the boss's office,” The man leading you said, walking ahead, “I’ll be up in a few.”

Chanyeol had said little, merely humming in agreement as he tugged you towards the stairs – your heart was racing now. If you had to pick a guess, the double doors at the top of the stairs were the office you were being led to and that meant only one thing.

“Sehun.” You thought to yourself.

There wasn’t any time wasted tugging you up them, the sound of footsteps echoing against the hardwood floors and the sound of you being followed up the stairs, it was dramatic really but you couldn’t think much of it, hell you couldn’t think much of anything right now. It confirmed previous thoughts as soon enough you stopped at the double doors, Chanyeol’s hand reaching out to knock on the wood, there was no time squandered between the knocked and the door opening.

Before you knew it you were being met with an elegant office; full of dark wood, clean, and huge windows you wanted to stare at the beauty of the place but you felt your blood run cold at the sight of the man sitting facing the door. His office chair was a huge dark red antique piece that made him look threatening, or more threatening than he was – in front of him was a single chair, you guess that was for you.

“Sit.” He gestured to the chair, cutting your thoughts off. There was a tense tone to his voice, he wasn’t happy. Chanyeol looked at you slightly before following his bosses’ orders; practically carrying you to the unpleasing chair and forcing you down onto it with a hand on your shoulder.

Sehun was still dark-haired beauty you’d seen before, still clothed in an expensive suit, and looking very dangerous. There was a beat of silence between the two of you as you both stared each other down, his dark irises boring into you with intent and yours very much losing the nonverbal battle – you supposed that if this wasn’t the situation you were in, you’d find this whole thing either very amusing or very hot, but that wasn’t the situation you were in. His eyes were practically trying to kill you.

“You know,” He began, putting his hands together in the illusion of thought, but you knew he didn’t have to think about what he had to say to you, “You’re a lot more trouble than what you’re worth.” He looked at you with a raised brow.

“So much so, that I’m considering not even letting you explain to me what you were thinking, because honestly?” He continued, leaning forward, “I don’t give a single shit.”

Pursing your lips, you tried to keep eye contact with him, but your resolve melted very quickly as your eyes cast down to your hands – more fascinated with the fact that they needed some serious medical attention. The wheels of his chair creaked against the hardwood floor as he stood up from it, a slight click filling the room from his dress shoes as he rounded the desk. You squeezed your eyes as he neared closer, the pure aura radiating from him as you felt him too close for comfort. It ripped a small gasp out your throat, the feeling of fingers clamping down on your chin, your head being flicked up, much to your necks dismay.

“Pay attention to someone,” He hissed out while leaning closer, your chin in his grasp, “When they’re talking to you, stray.” His voice dropped into a whisper. Looking up at him, you noted the bags around his eyes; his skin was free of blemishes, the slight scar the only thing marring his face.

“You’ve caused quite a stir in the house this morning,” He hummed, not going to let you speak at all, “You’ve injured and robbed one of my men, shot the window out of my car, had us running over the city and woods trying to find you” He listed off, your chin still in his hand, “So tell me, why should I bother keeping you alive?”

Your lips parted as if you would say something, but the prospect of death honestly hit you like a ton of bricks, and what would once be a retort, turned into nothing more than a gentle puff of air from your lips. Your eyes burning slightly with tears.

“Cat got your tongue?” He taunted you, “I suppose your actions do speak louder than words.” You gritted your teeth watching as he reached into his suit jacket with his spare hand, “Remember this?” He merely smirked softly as he questioned you, a shiny pistol withdrew from his pocket and into his hand; it was the one you tried to shoot him with last night.

Your body was trembling now as he let go of your chin, his hand touching the pistol with a look on his face. You would be shot with the same thing you’d tried to shoot him with. This was truly bittersweet. He smiled at you, a haunting smiling that you assumed many people had seen, as he flicked the safety off.

“Now, we’ve seen you’ve got yourself acquainted with one of these,” He waved it at you, his thumb clocking it as he did so, “Let’s see if I remember how to use one.” The bastard knew exactly what he was doing.

You don’t think you’d ever be able to describe the feeling of the barrel of a gun being placed to your head, the cold metal practically sizzling with the heat of your flushed face – but what you could describe, it was the feeling of sheer dread settling into your bones, your body numbing with its fate. You didn’t pray; you didn’t wish it was all a dream, you merely looked up at the man who had your fate in his hands – eyes bloodshot and wet. Sehun had no remorse for you, his face dancing with mirth you’d only seen in films – he wasn’t psycho, no, that wasn’t the look he gave off, this was his job.

The feeling of him pressing the barrel harder to your forehead had you gritting your teeth so hard you thought you’d cracked a tooth, your eyes staying open. You weren’t sure what you expected next; you didn’t know what being shot in the head felt like, but you were sure that cardiac arrest would kill you if he didn’t. His finger toyed with the trigger, tapping on it lightly, the metal clinking softly – he smiled one last time at you. The breath you took felt like your lungs would burst, a sharp gasp shaking our trembling body, the tears were trailing down your face now; you expected pain and white light.

Thud. Nothing came. It wasn’t loaded.

Your body practically slumped into a heap as nothing came, a sob passing by your lips as your forehead pressed further into the barrel – you were an emotional mess, but it was only made worse by the feeling of lips by your ear. Sehun’s voice sounded smooth in your ears as he kept the gun pressed to your head, his lips faintly brushing the shell of it as he spoke.

“Next time you want to pull something like that I’ll make sure it’s a real bullet between your eyes.”

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dream a little dream of me - c.v.

a/n: taken from an old series (that i may or may not be in the works of editing). it’s one of my favourite thing i’ve written and i couldn’t just let it go, so here we are. thank you k (again) for helping me edit this and saving my life!! you're an angel and i love you @velezsglitch

synopsis: under the influence, chris lets himself get lost in an amber room

warnings: mature content, oral (male receiving), mentions of alcohol and drug abuse (minor)

word count: 3.7k

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Purple smoke clouded the room and the faint smell of freshly baked pastries drifted in. The echo of others sounded in through the walls but Chris knew from where he sat that they were completely alone.

He felt like a king sat in a red velvet chair that took the design of a basic throne, dressed in his best plaid suit. The dark colours of the suit paired with the black graphic tee he had on created the perfect contrast for the gold accents of his jewellery pop. He looked sharp and he knew it.

She stood in front of him on a raised platform, leaning casually against the floor-length pole with her back to him. Her body was adorned in a cherry red lace lingerie set that shaped her curves perfectly, emphasising all his favourite parts of her.

In the dim amber lighting, there was only so much he could see of her. Though she was dressed in very little, with her hair long, a lot of her back was covered.

He couldn’t take his eyes away from her thick thighs and hips. He loved the way her panties emphasised the generous curve of her ass and her hip dips made his heart flutter. All he could think of doing was dragging his fingers up her inner thighs till he reached where they met. He wanted to work her into pure obliviation, till she was shaking around him and the only thing she could scream was his name.

Red roses lay at her feet, her red heels that strapped at her ankles raised her height at least 4 inches. Chris may have been dressed to the nines, but she was dressed to kill. The way she moved told him that she knew it too.

She walked around to the otherside of the pole, kicking away the flowers as her feet rose and fell. She faced him finally, one hand on the pole with the other held behind her back. Christ was met with a red glossy-lipped smile, one that he was getting to know quite well. One that he wished to see all the time, even when he had his eyes closed.

Y/n looked like an angel sent straight from the underworld to destroy his life and with the way she was looking at him, he’d be perfectly fine with it. She gave him a perfect 360 view of her body as she walked around the pole, moving her hair out of her face as she did so. The golden powder she’d dusted over her cheekbones caught the light and created an enchanting aura around her.

As she came to a standstill in front of the pole, she leant her body back against it. Her hands travelled up her body, touching everywhere he wished to. Chris watched with unwavering concentration, leaning forward in his seat as she began to move again. She stood back where she started except this time she was square to the pole and her head was turned to look at him.

She bent over with one hand holding the pole while the other ran up her leg. With her actions, she emphasised the shape of her body and when her hand dragged to the top of her butt, she placed a smack there with a wink to Chris. The sound echoed around the room and seemed to signal the music to play.

She stood up and rolled her body as the sounds of Kalin White’s ‘would you still be there?’ played from somewhere in the room. He couldn’t identify where it came from, nor did he care to. It sounded like it was almost a room or two away, but she set her moves to it as if it had been her plan all along to have it play.

This time when she started walking around the pole, he could see the intention in her footing and was not surprised when she lifted herself on to it, wrapping her thighs to the pole like she’d done many times before. Naturally, she spun with the pole, her arms and legs moving to create the silhouette of a ballerina who was stuck in a music box.

Y/n’s body seemed to know the pole just as well as the pole knew her. They moved as one, her transitions clean and sultry as she went from being the right way up to being upside down. She purposely framed her body in a way that made Chris’ concentration linger at her strong thighs and ass.

Spinning down to the ground, she gently landed on her knees with her back to Chris again. She arched back, her eyes locking with his as she slid her body to the ground, her legs somehow finding themselves in a front split.

She seemed to glide onto her feet again and effortlessly began moving her hips to the beat of the song playing. She spun in a slow circle, her hands thrown in the air carefree as she circled her hips, quietly humming along to the music, completely lost in her own world.

Chris watched as he leant back in his chair, sipping on his old fashioned. He felt like a wolf stalking his prey, waiting for her to come close enough so he could sink his teeth into her flesh and make her his.

Stepping down from her make-shift stage, she read his mind and made her way across the room to him. Her hips swaying more than they usually would. She came to her knees to crawl to him in a seamless transition, so much so, he couldn’t even pinpoint when she’d gone from walking to crawling.

He placed his drink on the small table that was beside his chair and leant forward again. She was at his feet now, still on her hands and knees but her head was raised to be closer to his. He focused on her sweet pout and the way she was biting on her bottom lip.

When his eyes met hers, his stern glare softened for a moment at the sight of her kind brown eyes.

“You look beautiful, Ma,” he said, the smoke evident in his voice as he raised his index finger to rest under her chin.

“Thank you, daddy,” she replied quietly, her chin tilting up to try and get closer to his lips. She sounded so perfectly innocent, pushing her angel agenda.

Chris couldn’t help but smirk at the use of his favourite nickname. With her looking up at him as she was, her eyes appeared more doe-like and it only set alight a fire deep within him.

“You gonna make me feel good?” he teasingly leant forward so their lips were closer together, purposely brushing against her as she let out a shaky breath.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good,” she promised as she eased her body away from him.

Y/n moved her hands to his knees as she rested her full weight back on her knees. He was already sitting wide, his lap the perfect invitation for her.

She looked up at him, making sure to keep eye contact as she brought herself to her feet again, keeping her hands on his knees. She swayed her hips and began to stand up straight, towering over him in his seat. She dragged her hands up her body again and cheekily tapped her hand over the front of her panties, a wink being sent his way with it.

She placed her knee on the chair directly between his legs, their eyes never parting, and dragged the stiletto nail of her index finger up his chest. Chris placed his hand on the back of her thigh in a possessive manner, taking advantage of her finally being close enough to touch.

“Tell me what to do,” she spoke softly, her kind eyes clouded with the same musk that fueled the tension between them.

“Dance for me.”

Though his voice matched hers, his glare had hardened again and his jaw was tense. She nodded her head, biting down on her bottom lip as she pulled her leg away from him.

The music playing overhead seemed to get a little louder as she started moving her body in a sensual but effortless way. His eyes followed every swift move she made, studying her body and its fluid movements as if she were an ancient artefact. He loved the subtle jiggle of her thighs and the flirty smile that never seemed to leave her face.

As she got closer to him again, their eyes locked with one another. Her eyes only broke away when she started getting on top of him. She braced a hand on his strong shoulder and straddled his lap in another seamless transition.

He watched over her face as she began to move her hips on top of his. She removed her hand from his shoulder and held her hair back as she moved. She emulated sex with each roll of her hips, her head tilted back and her lips parted. Short and quiet moans elected out of her each time her clothed heat made contact with his growing bulge.

It was as if Y/n had Chris completely under her spell. He was stationary underneath her and the scent of sweet coffee flooding his senses. He observed the way her hands touched her body and how effortlessly her hips rolled in time to the music. He could feel himself twitching inside his pants and he was sure she could feel it too.

He realised that she could, in fact, feel him when her body came in contact with him. Her breath hitched and her head tilted back as if to hide her reaction from him. He smiled at her and let his eyes trail from her face down her neck to her chest. She cupped her breasts through her bra and hummed along to the words Kalin was singing as she tilted her head back down to look at him.

“Can I touch you daddy?” she asked sweetly as she lowered her full weight down on top of him. Her hands gripped at the bottom of his shirt and she swirled her hips, “I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

Chris swallowed a groan, his jaw visibly tense as he locked eyes with her again.

“Tell me how you gon’ make daddy feel good,” he spoke, his voice hoarse and lowered.

She began to ease herself off his lap and sunk to her knees in front of him, her hands once again on his knees. Her eyes flickered to his crotch for only a second.

“I’m gonna use my hands,” she spoke softly as she blinked up at him.

“...my tongue,” she paused as she started to undo his pants. He assisted her, easing his hips up so she could pull his pants down just enough for his hard cock to spring out.

“and my mouth.”

She licked her bottom lip and bit down as she eyed up his length, “can I touch you?” she asked again, pulling her gaze from his cock back to his eyes.

Chris nodded his head and smiled down at her, “you can touch me.”

The smile that graced her lips was unlike one he’d seen her wear before. There was a sense of greed in her eyes and excitement that was only darkened by the unmistakable cloud of lust that hovered over them. Her hands slid up his thighs, her nails purposely pressed down so he could feel them through his pants.

Chris watched as she marvelled over his size and picked him up in her delicate hands. Her lips met his tip with a soft kiss and the precum that had seeped out mixed with her already glossed lips. It drove him quietly insane when she glided her tongue over where the clear substance glistened, closing her eyes at her first taste of him.

With her eyes still locked to his, she lowered her head and licked a clean line up the underside of his shaft. The quietest groan escaped him as she took his tip into her mouth, though he tried his best to keep his composure. She bobbed her head a few times, swirling her tongue around him and using her spit to jerk off what she had yet to attempt to put in her mouth.

He saw a glint in her eyes that he felt in the pit of his stomach when she pulled off of him. Y/n continued to stroke him, her thumb rubbing over his tip and her saliva dribbled down her chin. The urge he had to have her pretty lips around him almost burned as it grew to an overwhelming size. He didn’t need to tell her, however, she managed to read his mind again and took him back into her mouth.

Chris admired her commitment to taking him. He could feel and see the way she was trying her best to fully relax her mouth as she took him deeper. Her throat resisted against him, no matter how much she tried to fight it off.

The resistance felt brilliant to Chris and when the tip of her nose pressed against his pubis, a throaty groan surged through him. She swallowed around him, the burn clear in her eyes as they watered, a singular hot tear falling onto his bare thigh. Her eyes had yet to leave his face and when his eyes met hers again, she bobbed her head.

He had a hand in her hair, holding it back in a makeshift ponytail while his other delicately brushed her baby hairs away from her face. He was talking to her, praising her, telling her how she was such a good girl for taking all of him and how beautiful she looked with her pretty lips wrapped around his cock and tears in her eyes.

He guided her movements until he could feel her need to breath burning through her desire to please him. Though it took him everything not to thrust into her throat, he pulled her off his dick and let her catch her breath, her saliva keeping them connected.

Chris smiled down at her kindly with one hand still in her hair. He swiped some of her saliva away from her chin and admired the mess her lipstick had smudged over her. What had once been perfectly precise lines were now knocked and drawn completely out of place.

Her hand continued to stroke him and though she’d barely gotten her breath back, she started to speak to him, an airy sense of urgency coming through with each word she spoke.

“Use my mouth and my throat as you want daddy,” she spoke through kisses that she placed on either side of his shaft.

“That’s what you want me to do, huh?”

“Yes daddy,” she answered with a nod, “it’s all I want.”

She wrapped her lips around him again and encouraged him with little whimpers through a mouthful of cock. Chris began to guide her with the pace he wanted and she caught on quickly. She stroked what wasn’t in her mouth with one hand while the other braced itself on his thigh, their eyes locked together.

He let out throaty moans and threw his head back as he felt his peak fast approaching. His cock was throbbing in her mouth as he continued to fuck himself into her, the sinister sounds they were making together only egging him on. Her name along with a breathless moan escaped him as he held her down, his seed spurting into her mouth.

Once he’d finished cumming, he let her hair go and she pulled off his cock. She sat back on her knees and smiled up at him through a mouthful of cum. She swallowed, Chris' intense gaze never once leaving her face as she did so. She looked a right mess with red smudged around her mouth and black streaks down her cheeks, but still, so incredibly beautiful.

“Come back up ‘ere, mami,” he said as he patted his lap.

She obeyed with a smile and once again straddled him with her hands resting on his shoulders. She let her clothed sex rest on top of his dick, pressing down just the slightest.

Chris guided her lips to his with his finger under her chin. The kiss that followed was short and that of a ghost. It was as if he’d have to convince himself later that he actually got to kiss her, the feeling of her lips against him seeming mythical.

She leant back after the kiss and again started running her hands up her body, touching places he knew she wanted him to touch. But his hands stayed on the armrests of his chair, his eyes watching and hoping.

“Why won’t you touch me daddy?” she pouted as she toyed with the straps of her bra, “I’ve been such a good girl for you.”

He wanted to touch her, so badly, but he couldn’t. She played with her breasts and squeezed them together, leaning forward so they were directly in his face. But still, he didn’t make any type of move to touch her.

Pouty and upset, Y/n slid off of his lap and stood in front of him. His eyes travelled up her body and when his eyes fell on her face again, he saw that her makeup wasn’t so much of a mess anymore. Her lipstick was only a little smudged and the black streaks that only moments before had marked her cheeks were gone.

She winked at him, not bothering to speak as she turned so her back was facing him, just as she’d been at the start of their night. Chris noticed as she pulled her hair away from her back with both her hands that the music overhead had changed. Instead of Kalin White, Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong played, the words they sang barely audible despite being so loud.

With her hair no longer draped over her back, the detailing of her bra was caught beneath the amber lighting. He studied her brown skin and watched as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra. She let it fall down her arms and dropped it to her right.

When Y/n turned back to face him, there was a moment of excitement at the thought of seeing her bare chest. His slight change of posture didn’t go unnoticed by her as she cradled her breasts in her arms. They stayed hidden for the time being, but it didn’t stop him from being mesmerised.

She smiled, no longer pouty and delivered a wink.

“I want you to fuck me,” she announced as she bit down on her bottom lip, beginning to walk back to him at a killer slow pace.

Just as Chris was reaching out to touch her, to pull her arms away from her chest to show him her secrets everything went black. Ella Fitzgerald was still in the distance. Just then Chris heard something shatter in the background.

He was jolted awake by the loud sound and turned on his left to discover a bourbon bottle shattered on the floor. The little liquid courage that remained untouched was now puddled on his wooden floors; he had never been more thankful for them. He took in his surroundings and began to search for a rag or a towel.

He found that his television was still left on, an idle logo bouncing around the blank screen, a box in the top right corner timed its abandonment. His speaker played from beside the monitor, the weak, dying sounds of Marvin Gaye accompanying his daze. Beside it sat his towel he’d meant to hang up hours earlier in his bathroom.

His movements across the room were quick and precise. He did all he could to avoid the jagged edges of the glass pieces from the bottle and cleaned the liquor off the ground with his white towel that was now stained. He used the towel to pick up the glass too, not thinking twice about the choice to dump it once he’d finished his cleaning.

In a fresh pair of sweatpants, Chris gathered his towel that held the broken glass and shoved it all into a black rubbish bag. He hated to admit how difficult it was to get the handles to tie together, the beginning of a headache knocking at his temple distracting him. Though his pillow was calling him, telling him to wait until the morning, he couldn’t ignore the second voice that told him to get rid of the evidence of his clumsiness now.

The trip down from his apartment to the rubbish bins outside never took more than 10 minutes. The elevator ride down was always the longest part, especially if his rubbish had a particular odour. When it stopped at his floor, he let out a slight grimace and pushed himself into the corner, the black bag sitting in front of his legs. With a ding, the elevator began to countdown.

His mind couldn’t help but wander back to the world he’d spent the better half of his evening lost in. He couldn’t lie and say he’d never thought about Y/n that way before but he’d never dreamt so vividly. He could’ve sworn he felt her much smaller and softer hands all over him. He had yet to know her touch but he knew for a fact, his was nothing like what he’d experienced.

Lost in thought, Chris almost didn’t notice the elevator stopping a few floors below him. It was only when the doors began to move that he noticed the halt they’d come to. He couldn’t have beamed brighter when he saw who stood behind the doors, a few steps back holding a red laundry basket. It could have been named a coincidence that she appeared right when he was thinking about her but he thought about her so often, it wasn’t much of a surprise.

“Hi,” Y/n said quietly as she stepped into the elevator. She placed herself in the corner next to Chris and offered him a smile that sent butterflies to his stomach.

“Hi,” he swallowed.

They shared a smile and as the doors closed, they both turned to look straight ahead. She was the first to look back at him and when he met her gaze, he couldn’t help but smirk.

“You need any help with your laundry?”

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