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m5ria · 2 years ago

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Chapter 11: The blame

I imagine how I’d launch at him, my claws out and bite his neck until I see his stupid (after)life leave his eyes. Or shoot an arrow and wipe that smirk on his face. Oh, how I miss my bow!

Everyone turns to Angel who tries to pretend as if nothing happened. Everyone, except for me. My eyes are trained on Alastor, shooting imaginative daggers as if saying We had a deal!

He glances at me only for a moment, and his eyes turn accusatory as if saying Cheater .

I snort and lean back in my seat while listening to Vaggie raising a bunch of questions: “Why the hell would they search for Angel? What did he do this time?”

“Ha ha ha! You see, my dear,” Alastor laughs, delighted by her dumb face, “they have identified one of the Jewls thieves: a white-furred spider-looking famous adult movie star. I’ll give you three guesses to find out who! Ha ha ha!”

“What. The. FUCK. Angel?” Vaggie yells in Angel’s ear. Or where it’d be.

“What?” he shrugs.

“What? WHAT? Why the hell did you steal??”

“Oh, come one, Vaggs!” he rolls his eyes, still pretending everything’s ok. “There’re billions of sinners in this hellhole! Maybe one of ‘em happens to look like me. So what?”

“Are you suggesting there are other white-furred spider-looking porn stars that I happen to not know?”

Ugh , tough one. Vaggie practically knows everyone here, for some reason.

“It’s so easy to confuse,” he waves his hand, annoyed. “I’m so searched ‘n famous, everyone wants to pretend they saw me once on da pave!”

“Vaggie...” Charlie puts a hand on her shoulder. “Maybe this is all a big misunderstanding! Why would Angel steal? He doesn’t need to! He has everything here! Right, Angel?”

She looks at him hopefully. Angel’s entire posture turns from defensive to awkward. I almost think that Charlie dodged a bullet for him.

Almost.

“Are you sure, Charlie Belle?” Alastor smirks smugly. “You would believe everything that comes from his mouth, wouldn’t you? Let me enlighten you, then!” He turns his intense stare at Angel, still speaking to Charlie: “The shop he stole from is Valentino’s.”

A fretted silence lies as his words have finally been absorbed. Fugitive looks fly everywhere. I see there’s something I don’t understand. That I don’t know.

Something must have happened between them and this Valentino guy. But what?

“What?” Angel barely mouths.

I glance at Angel. He is still as a stone, with big unbelieving eyes.

Oh, Alastor indeed hit the target.

“Don’t you know, Angel?” the Radio Demon snickers. “Valentino bought the place after the death of the latter owner. I thought your act was a kind of vengeance or prank, haha! But now...” he looks at his claws, “I’m not sure anymore.”

Revenge for what …?

The moment Alastor mentioned the name of Valentino, Angel hardened.

Who is the guy?

I search for an explanation on everyone’s faces, but they’re either worried or passive. I look at Husk who’s hiding his frustrations by drinking. When he sees my confused and answer-demanding face, he rolls his eyes and mouths “Angel’s ex-boss”.

Oh, boy.

I’ve known Angel for three days. I have already formed an image of him, as well as the other demons. What that image would not include is him being so... unmoving.

Angel’s ex-boss must be truly powerful. Perhaps he’s an Overlord, given the fact that Alastor knows him.

He was Angel’s boss. And we’re in Hell.

What would happen to him? What would Valentino do to him?

Beat him? Torture him?

Kill him?

His ex-boss already knows Angel was there. But he didn’t identify the other thief. I can be safe.

But I know I won’t be ok with this.

I suddenly push my soup bowl and stand up.

“It was my idea,” I declare.

Everyone turns shocked at me, even Alastor. I know I dug my grave, but in reality, Angel has much more to lose than I have.

He’s known. Everyone can recognize him and bring him to his boss. I can always... disappear. If I need to. I can fight for myself too. Not that I assume Angel can’t fight for himself...

It doesn’t matter. This way is less damaging overall.

“You were in on this??” Vaggie shouts while Charlie asks “What?”.

“I told him I don’t have the money to buy this,” I gesture to my clothes. “I encouraged him to run. Everybody could see I pulled him. And I killed the two guards that followed us.”

“Toots...” Angel looks at me almost sad.

I throw him a furious look. If he says a damn word, nobody will believe anything we say.

“If this Valentino guy wants to find the guilty, he should blame me. Angel had nothing to do with this.”

“Only that he ran with you,” Husk points out.

I silence him with a frown. In fact, I look at each of them, daring them to question me. Niffty is in awe as if she’s watching an adventure movie. Alastor is smiling, but his eyes are distressed (his plan of ridiculing Angel failed drastically). Charlie looks at me with sadness and I almost break the role. Vaggie is probably muttering Spanish curse words under her breath.

“It’s not that simple,” Charlie sighs, upset. “Valentino … He already has … He’ll have a problem with the entire hotel.”

“Why?” I ask her. “I acted alone.”

“It won’t fucking matter to him,” Vaggie spits. “Don’t you see? You’ve tainted the hotel’s reputation! Just like Angel did four months ago!”

“Don’t ya fucking scream at her!” Angel faces Vaggie.

“Shut up! I’m not done with you!”

“I will go to this Valentino guy and tell him I acted alone,” I wave my hand as if a mosquito annoys me. Deep inside, I am quite terrified, but for now, I have to pretend I don’t give two shits.

“Ok, and how will you explain Angel’s presence?” Vaggie hisses.

“I don’t know. Maybe I kidnapped him? I’ll figure it out.”

“¡Mi diavolo! ¡Estamos jodidos! ¿¿ Que coño haremos??”

“Even if this would work, we can’t,” Charlie sighs resignedly. “We can’t throw you like a sacrificial lamb. We’ll have to figure something out together.”

The way she looks at me unsettles me. She doesn’t look accusatory, not even disappointed. She’s sad, but a glimmer in her eyes tells me that she might not believe me entirely. I feel a mix between gratitude and failure.

We start discussing possible ways to calm the situation. The pressure of some event in the past is suffocating me, but whenever I ask for more information, there is some way to dodge the answer. I get very frustrated, not knowing the full picture.

Someone has suggested returning the clothes, but it wouldn’t solve all our problems, as the heist is somehow more of a personal problem rather than a financial one. Still, nobody has had any other witty plan, so we’ve decided on the simplest approach: tomorrow I will go with Angel to the porn studios and speak to Valentino.

“Oh, my! You’ll be dead before saying one word,” Alastor chuckles. The very sight of him heats my blood, but I am patient.

“Ok, then, I’ll go with her too,” Charlie offers.

“No,” Vaggie and Alastor say at the same time.

“You can’t, babe!” Vaggie looks at her heartbroken almost.

“More like you won’t solve anything,” Alastor adopts a thinking face. “I’m sorry to say that, Charlie dear, but you won’t seem authoritative enough for Valentino, even if you’re the Princess of Hell.”

“I can be!” Charlie argues.

“No no no, Charlie belle. I think it’s obvious. I shall go with Diana.”

“No!” I refuse.

I don’t care how I look now. There’s no fucking way he’ll come with me. Not after what he pulled.

“I can take care of myself just fine!”

“I seriously doubt that, darling,” he eyes me. “Seeing that you couldn’t handle a heist without being discovered, I think it’s safe to say that it’s best this way.”

The fury level increases. We both know how it happened. He’s just using my lie against me. As if the lie wasn’t already against me.

I’ll tear him apart!

We finish our dinner together, in the same worried silence. Then, everybody gets up. Angel waits for me, but I shake my head. Later.

I stand up and wait until the last one leaves the dining room. Then, I slow my breathing and focus.

The world appears again as bubbles. I see not only the dining room but the surrounding rooms as well. If I wait for a little longer, I will see the entire hotel, but I don’t need to. I choose a bubble and walk into it.

I materialize in front of Alastor and, with my entire force, I push him into the wall behind him, a knife at his throat.

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justmeandmyimagination123 · 1 year ago

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Alice in Borderland

Chapter 2

Hello, if anyone is reading this... Alice will fall in love with someone, but for now, let's keep it a secret...

P. S. Please bear with me as I don't know any Japanese.

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Alice spent some time considering her options before deciding to search for Jamie. Unfortunately, she couldn't call him because her phone was not working. The situation was quite frightening. She walked to the door and opened it, stepping into a long, dark hallway filled with an eerie silence that made her feel uneasy.

Her heart began to race, and she quickly turned on the flashlight on her old phone. She was overwhelmed by fear, regretting all the horror movies she had watched. Her mind was racing, and she couldn't decide if it was a space invasion or a zombie apocalypse. She approached the stairs with caution, listening for any unusual sounds. After a few minutes that felt like an eternity, she finally reached the ground floor.

As Alice entered the lobby, she was met with darkness and emptiness. The only thing audible was the sound of her cautious footsteps. She looked around and found no one in sight. She moved towards the main entrance but was faced with a problem.

The revolving doors weren't functioning due to the power outage. Alice searched for an alternative exit and after a while, came up with a daring plan. She lifted a small table from beside an armchair and approached the glass wall next to the revolving doors. With all her might, she threw the table at the glass and shattered it. After ensuring her safety by avoiding the shards, she squeezed through the hole and escaped.

The outside was chilly. A soft breeze blew through the main street, pushing litter along the ground. It was quiet and peaceful, but the silence felt eerie to Alice. She stood there, wondering what was going on. Suddenly, a big screen on the other side of the street turned on, showing Japanese characters. Since she knew very little Japanese, she couldn't understand the words.

Alice spotted an arrow on the display pointing to the left and immediately headed towards another illuminated screen, which was a few hundred meters away. Upon reaching the spot, she noticed another arrow that was now indicating towards distant lights instead of a screen. She felt intrigued yet slightly unsure as she strolled through the empty streets of Tokyo, with her heart racing and no apparent explanation for what was happening. Eventually, she stumbled upon a building with a radiant sign atop and a silver car parked outside. Despite some initial hesitation, she made up her mind to take the plunge and entered the building.

A third bright screen was present, albeit smaller than the previous two. Despite Alice's inability to read the text on it, she observed a red arrow at the end of the hallway. She mustered up the courage to walk towards it, despite feeling uncertain. The corridor was dimly lit, and the uninviting brown-yellow walls only added to the gloominess of the place.

There were three boys of the same age as Alice present. The first boy, who stood closest to the wall, was wearing a striped shirt. The second boy had brightly colored hair, while the third one had messy hair. A woman, dressed in business attire, was standing next to them. All of them were holding phones in their hands.

The group's attention was fixed on Alice, whose bright hair and blue eyes made it clear that she was a foreigner. Alice felt her cheeks flush and her social anxiety kicking in, causing her lips to tremble. She avoided their gaze and took a few hesitant steps forward. Despite her discomfort with being the center of attention, Alice gathered her courage and asked in broken Japanese, "すみません。何が起こっているのですか？" (Excuse me. What is happening?)

Alice received no immediate response, only a thorough examination from head to toe. She briefly wondered if her limited proficiency in Japanese had hindered their comprehension.

Finally, the boy with messy hair gathered his courage. "私たちもわかりません" (We don't know either.). His uncertain expression confirmed his words. Alice nodded and slowly approached them.

The woman dressed in business attire casually gestured towards a shelf with phones. "これが必要になるでしょう" (You'll need this).

Alice looked at her skeptically. "ありがとう" (Thank you) she replied, taking the nearest device. Somehow, it seemed that the choice of the phone didn't really matter.

As she turned to the others, intending to ask more questions, a voice came over the speakers.

The group abruptly halted their activities and attentively focused on their phones, which displayed a three of clubs card. Despite Alice's efforts to keep up with the swift voice on the phone, she only managed to catch a few words: game, door, time... Feeling bewildered and disoriented, she sought support from those around her. However, even the three boys seemed uncertain about the situation. The lone woman in the room exuded confidence and made her way towards the elevator, leaving Alice and the boys standing still.

"もしボーっとしていると死ぬわよ" (You will die if you keep spacing out) she said impatiently, giving them an annoyed look.

Alice had a feeling that something bad would happen if she didn't heed the woman's words, so she quickly headed towards the elevator.

"時間がありません" (There's no time) she heard one of the boys say behind her, and soon the boys joined them in the elevator.

The doors of the elevator shut.

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n30n-le0n · 2 years ago

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[For a moment, everything was quiet. Still. Weighted. It felt like the calm before a storm, like the way the air would swell before a clap of thunder, and the slider had no earthly idea what the result of the calm was going to be. Caught between flinging himself at the human and begging for forgiveness or simply twiddling his fingers together out of nervous habit, Leo sat there with his gaze averted, afraid of what emotions he'd see dancing in Egon's eyes if he dared to actually look at the scientist. Tears still tracked down his facial markings and to the floor as he braced himself for hatred, for anger, for the older man to turn away from him entirely and refuse his help in getting Leo back to his home dimension. Any minute now, the words would come flying like arrows straight to his heart, and he'd wholeheartedly deserve them.

This is what you get for thinking you're worth anything. This is what happens to pathetic little frauds like you.

You've ruined EVERYTHING--

The world is ending, yet the barbs CONTINUE--

As filled as his mind was with the poisonous words he'd heard in the past, Leo instinctively jolted and huddled into himself at Egon's words, half-expecting them to come out as rage-filled screams rather than the relatively gentle tone the human was using. The longer Egon spoke, however, the more Leo looked at him incredulously, his brow furrowing with some strange mixture of anger and confusion. His brothers....didn't hate him because he hadn't done anything to deserve their hatred? He knew that was objectively false. Just by being himself, he'd almost doomed all three of them. By being a self-centered jackass who never took anything seriously, he'd almost doomed the world he lived in, the city that he loved so much. He had to make Egon understand that. He had to.]

You don't get it. I'm the disappointment of the family, okay? I wasn't taking things seriously! I was a jackass to Raph for who knows how long, I....all I do and all I know how to do is just pick and pick and pick at all three of them until they eventually snap, and I can't stop myself because apparently all I'm good for is being an asshole who only ever thinks about himself. Raph can protect all of us, Donnie's got his tech, Mikey's got his....you know. Razz matazz, and I'm just....me. The screwup. The one who almost got all of them killed. Were....were you not listening? Raph got possessed because he was trying to protect me! Because I was stupid enough to throw myself right into the line of fire in the first place! For two seconds, I thought I might actually do something right in my life, but I just....I ruin everything I touch. I ruin it. That's all I'm--

[He choked on his tears again, lowering his head and weakly shaking it as Egon spoke--as if he couldn't bring himself to hear the words, couldn't bring himself to hear the truth in them. Couldn't bring himself to find a way out of the spiral that his thoughts were placing him in, like he'd been thrust into a dryer on the spin cycle.]

I'm not brave. 'M not. I was scared shitless the whole time. I was....I was afraid I was gonna lose them. All three of them. I don't know how to live in a world without my brothers. I came so fucking close to knowing what that would feel like. Apparently the version of me from Casey's timeline got to know. Can you imagine how fucking lonely that must have been?

[Another watery laugh, and a vain swipe at his eyes to get the tears to stop.]

I'm not like you guys. You guys fought a literal god and you didn't ever look afraid. Not in the movie, at least. You drove off and everybody cheered. You don't have nightmares every night or try to chop your own brother's head off. You guys just got over it. Why can't I get over it? I feel so....I'm so tired. But I can't tell my brothers about it, because I'm the one that caused everything that we're going through, and they have enough shit on their plates right now, and I don't want to be.....

I don't wanna be a burden. It's not about me. And I should be over it by now. It's been, like, months since the invasion.

[Leo knew full well that his brothers weren't over it either. Knew that at the very least, Donnie was still having night terrors about the events that had occurred, purposefully throwing himself into his work so that he wouldn't have to think on them. He could have picked up Mikey's hands trembling whenever he tried to get back to drawing from a fucking mile away, and they'd be here all fucking night tackling the myriad of issues that Raph had come away from the Krang invasion with. But he'd do anything to keep putting himself at blame for what had happened. He'd do anything to pay penance for all that had occurred, to force himself to be better, to keep holding himself to the same twisted idea of perfection that he'd aspired to his entire goddamn life.

Because if he couldn't be the person they all wanted him to be, if he didn't keep constantly reminding himself that he'd fucked up almost irreparably, then what good was he? He didn't deserve to feel better. He didn't deserve to not be burdened by everything that had happened, because it was his fault his fault HIS FAULT.

But he couldn't entirely push away the truth in Egon's words. He'd seen how his easy-going nature and wit could soothe his family's ruffled feathers after a long day, could even get Donnie of all people to crack a smile on occasion. Leo had been praised for his ability to think ahead before, to see all the steps of a potential plan laid out before him, to constantly be two steps ahead of what the enemy themselves was planning so that he could lead the team to victory. He was always the last one to take credit for anything, the first one to lift his brothers up, to sing their praises, to offer to help them. He gave so much of himself to them, and expected nothing in return. He'd been willing to throw himself into a fucking prison dimension if it meant keeping them safe. He was the fun brother. Lighthearted. Easy to be around, even if his quips strayed into annoying territory at times.

He knew all those things about himself were true. So why was it so hard to believe them?]

I....I know you're right. I mean, I think I....whatever. But I don't want to believe it. Like, sometimes people praise me and I just think that I really don't deserve it. My mind just goes "oh no, you've tricked them into thinking you're not a massive piece of shit", or whatever, and I believe it. And I know I didn't feel this way my entire life, and I don't know how it started. And I don't know....how to make it stop. I guess I just....I don't know. Started feeling like I wasn't any good next to my family, and then I....made myself believe it.

And like, what do I even bring to the table? Okay, sure, I'm funny. Sometimes. Annoying, most of the time. And I'm easy to get along with, sure, fine. And sometimes I make good plans. But what good is that? Why wouldn't they all just be better off without me? I was the last one to get the hang of the ninpo, I....why make me the leader? Like, what was even the point of that? There's no way they still want me as the leader when I messed up that badly.

I just--

[I'm proud of you for sharing this with me.

Future me would be real proud of you. I'M proud of you.

The reminder made him choke on a sob again, another fresh set of tears running down his face as he borderline wailed into his hands again.]

And Casey was talking about future me, and I sounded so cool. Like, he called that version of me "the greatest ninja the world’s ever seen". And I want to be that person. I want to be that person so fucking badly. But I don't know how to be. And maybe I never will be. And it scares me. How the fuck are you supposed to live up to what everybody wants you to be when you don't even know what it looks like? I just....I want to stop hurting. I want to be okay. I just---

[He paused as Egon held the Twinkie out to him. Considered. And then snatched the little pastry out of the scientist's hands as delicately as possible, holding it within his own grasp but not quite mustering up the strength to take a bite.]

I....I don't know. I don't know how to get it to stop hurting. I don't know what I want. Or need. Or whatever. Maybe I just.....need someone to listen. I guess.

Uh, I guess....if you went through the same thing I did....how did you guys move on? Stop thinking about it? Whatever? Because I need to know. I'm so tired of being tired. I don't want to be a burden anymore. I just.....

[His voice was small. Shaky. Almost as if he was forcing himself to get the words out.]

I think I need help.

[It had to come to a head eventually. Leo just wouldn't have guessed it would be so soon.

He'd been lingering around the firehouse for several days--or maybe it was weeks, days had tended to blur together for him ever since the Krang situation--getting used to the "being trapped in another dimension" situation along with everyone else. He'd been introduced to the rest of the team (with some glares thrown in Peter's direction whenever he thought the man wasn't looking), and had even learned that he wasn't even the only person displaced from his home dimension residing within their headquarters. Apparently there was another Ray lingering around too, something which had made Leo's head spin trying to comprehend. How could there be two versions of a guy just....floating around? Eventually he'd just resolved to not think about it too hard--this situation was weird enough without adding extra layers to it.

Other than that, the days passed relatively normally. Or at least, what passed for normalcy in his current day-to-day life. He played pranks, he joked with the team, he pleaded to go out on busts. He ate substandard pizza from some carryout joint, he entertained them, he patiently tolerated Egon's poking and prodding and questioning about how his powers worked and how the portals knew where to send him and so on and so forth. He asked to drive the Ecto and only grew more and more petulant when he was denied. In a way, it felt like he was back home with his brothers. It felt normal. Organic, in a way. It felt safe.

But even safety had to come to an end.

Leo had already had a restless night, plagued by nightmares that left him startling awake and trying to regulate his breathing. Upon the third occurrence of this, he sat upright, groaning and pressing the palms of his hands into his eyelids in exasperation.]

Goddamn stupid night terrors. Ughhhhh. Why won't you just let me sleep--

[Go get Egon, you stubborn son of a bitch. He'll understand. He'll probably sit up with you and--]

Nope. Nuh-uh. Not happening. I've been annoying enough. He doesn't need me pulling him away from....important science work or whatever. It's fine. I'm fine.

[At least, he was fine until the small nightlight conveniently chose that moment to flicker and die, plunging the room into an inky blackness.

Fuck. FUCK.

Leo wasn't afraid of the dark. He wasn't. It was just that the dark reminded him too much of the prison dimension and how dark it had been, and how fetid the Krang's breath had been as it had snarled in his face, and---

And there were suddenly red lights shining in the darkness, too bright and too sinister to be of any comfort, and Leo found himself jolting backwards, breath stuttering in his throat as a shrill yelp escaped his mouth before he could help it. He couldn't help it. He knew he had to stay quiet, stay quiet doN'T LET IT SEE YOU, but it escaped his mouth almost instinctually, primally, before he could stop himself. How had the Krang come here, how had they managed to escape the prison dimension, they couldn't be--]

E-E-g-gi-UYS--

[He wanted it to be a yell. He was pleading for it to be a yell, but instead it came out as another strangled, panicked yelp as he flailed backwards, a loud and panicked hiss sounding from between his lips as his shell collided with something metallic, as he felt that chill again and heard the words slithering out of that toothed maw--

I've come for you, little PEST. You will not escape my grasp so easily THIS time.

Fuck, where were his swords, he had to....he had to teleport away, make a portal, something, anything, but he was tangled up in the stupid blankets and he couldn't move and he couldn't breathe and--]

NononononononononoNONONONONONONONO--

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lilxberry · 3 years ago

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Fool Of A Took - Peregrin ‘Pippin’ Took

Requested By: @iwazoomingouttahere

Hola!!! I was wonderinggggggggggg if my favorite writer could write a pippin x f! reader where she’s a hobbit and his girlfriend/fiancée and she’s part of the fellowship, but she’s constantly underestimated due to the fact she’s a female so when after a battle everyone remembers she’s “a delicate female” and panic because she wasn’t with them only to turn around and see her literally standing on top of a pile of orcs they realise that they’re in the presence of a badass and there’s fluff insuing

I changed it up only slightly because of how I feel most hobbits would react in said situation. Also, I feel like the first half is a let down but definitely improves. I just wanted to mainly give a little run down of how reader joins the quest and some points as to what had happened I guess.

Overall, it still fits with what you had asked for I believe so I really do hope you enjoy it. Also, I think this is the shortest amount of time you’ve ever had to wait for your request to be finished lmao (Well done me!)

Warnings: Mentions of battle. Mentions of blood. Mentions of injury. Mostly sweet. (LIKE ITS SO SWEET BRUH. MY FUCKING SUGAR LEVELS BE THROUGH THE ROOF WITH HOW SWEET THIS SHIT IS). Most likely, highly inaccurate to actual movie events.

Words: 2,804

Pairings: Peregrin ‘Pippin’ Took x reader (female reader) (Hobbit reader). Merry, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli (platonic)

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All this happened when Merry and your long-time partner Pippin convinced you to go with them to Farmer Maggots’ field to snatch up some carrots, cabbage, potatoes, and mushrooms. You probably would have continued to wander about the Shire if that weren’t the case, and you couldn’t be happier about it. It would have driven you insane if Pippin had left without a word, without you.

You joined Frodo and Samwise in delivering what you learnt was a powerful, dangerous ring to Lothlórien. As they discussed such topics as Sam, Merry, Pippin, and yourself listened in, you learned of the dangerous task they had to go through to destroy the item in question.

You knew the second that Frodo had volunteered himself as the bearer of the ring, to carry such a burden himself, you would be thrusted into such journey on your own accord. Dwarf after elf after man volunteered themselves to accompany him and the council of Elrond declared the group The Fellowship of The Ring.

The son of Thranduil was one member, the brash dwarf known as Gimli was another. Two of the race of men were the next members. Then finally, five hobbits, consisting of yourself, Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin made up the whole Fellowship.

Time passed and you all faced hurdles that most would never find themselves surviving through. Poor Boromir taking three arrows to the chest, being separated from the others as Pippin and Merry get taken by the Uruk-hai where then Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, and yourself pursue them into Rohan, all while Frodo and Sam continued on to Mordor to destroy the ring at Mount Doom.

You, your beloved, and his cousin reunite at the crumbling walls of Isengard where you stumbled upon them eating and smoking pipe-weed to their hearts content and after finally finishing any business in Isengard, you had all set off towards Rohan once more.

That night, you had felt Pippin shift away from you as you laid together in Meduseld but thought nought of it. Then, a strangled cry rang out through where you all slept, waking everyone. You watch in concern as Gandalf scolded Pippin who seemed frightened. Of what, you did not know.

The following morning, Gandalf had prepared to leave with Pippin to Gondor and you were adamant on going with, refusing to be left behind and be separated from Pippin once more. You were quite the stubborn hobbit.

“You nor Meriadoc will come with us! This is an important matter that must be dealt with, without either of you. It is bad enough that I must babysit one hobbit, never mind two or three of you,” Gandalf bellowed.

“Listen here, you old croon, I will not take no for an answer!” you countered. “That hobbit right there, that hobbit you plan to take from me, is the love of my life and I’ll be damned if I’ll allow you to do so! I will only follow once you leave anyways, so it would simply be easier to take me with you, you fool!”

With much hesitation and distaste, Gandalf had reluctantly allowed you to head towards Gondor with them, Pippin smiling widely at you, admiring your strong will and determination, your bravery for standing up in such a way.

Your time in Gondor passed with many complications, Denethor being a large one at that. Thinking back on it, it was now nothing but a haze, especially when you had been refused to fight alongside the others during the Battle of Gondor. The battle you were currently fighting was utterly and completely occupying your mind.

The Battle of Morannon was difficult, tiring, exhausting in all senses to each and every attended. For your small stature and femininity, you struck down enemy after enemy with strong swipes and strikes of your sword. You were panting, heavily breathing, chest heaving, sweaty and covered in dirt and blood. Your armour felt loose and heavy but protected you as intended.

The sword felt heavier with each swing and your throat began to feel hoarse due to your war cries. You lost sight of any companion you had met during this long, tiring journey, no familiar faces nearby. You prayed that Pippin was safe and still amongst the living, wishing desperately to not find his body lying on the ground, lifeless and cold.

You could only hope that any of the others were winning against the enemies they came face to face with. With a huff, you refocused on the battle surrounding you, quickly running to the defence of a man who had been outnumbered.

Before you could fight further, a deep rumble within the ground was felt below your feet. Each of those in battle turned to look towards past the Black Gate and there, they see the tower fall and Mount Doom erratically shake and erupt with flaming molten which then cascaded down its side. Frodo had done it, he had destroyed the One Ring.

The orcs wanted to retreat, now no longer under the influence of Sauron but the army of the West did not yield. The 300 hundred soldiers of Gondor and 200 of Rohirrim charged bravely towards the orcs, striking them down with no remorse, no mercy.

All too soon, it had felt as though the battle fizzled out to nothing and those who lived were surrounded by the stench of death from those orcs that litter the floor.

While you had been hunched over, trying to regulate your breathing once more, bent over with your hands on your knees, heaving deeply for oxygen to enter and fill your lungs, Pippin began to run around quite like a headless chicken, searching for you with his flittering, desperate eyes.

He called out your name, but it seemed rather fruitless. Those who survived cheered at their victory, some chatting quite loudly as they reunite with friends, brothers, fathers. He weaved through tall bodies in search of you, feeling bile rise up in his throat each time he looked to the ground, hoping he wouldn’t find you amongst the fallen.

The first person he recognised he had stumbled upon was Aragorn, who had surprisingly looked far better off than he had originally thought he would appear to be. “Aragorn!” Pippin shouted over to him, his small stature pushing past though of tall men.

Aragorn whipped around and a relieved smile reared itself. “Pippin! I am glad to see you are alright,” he exclaimed.

“Have you seen the others?” Pippin sounded hopeful, wanting nothing more to see his friends safe, to see his friends safe.

Just as Aragorn parted his lips to respond, the unmistakable boisterous laugh of Gimli sounded near them. Both Pippin and Aragon gazed over to find Gimli and Legolas speaking to one another as Merry looked up towards them with a wide smile.

Yet, you were nowhere in sight still.

“Friends!” Aragorn called, gaining the attention of the three that shout away from them instantly, all lighting up further as they see the rightful king of Gondor and the Took hobbit. Merry quickly ran over to Pippin as fast as his little hobbit legs could take him, jumping over the corpses’ of orcs and such, seemingly unfazed by the bodies that litter the ground.

Pippin was crushed within a hug by his best friend and cousin as the dwarf and the elf made their way over to join them, and as much as he was happy to see him, he couldn’t reciprocate the happiness they all exuded to the same extreme. Merry pulled back, still smiling widely, that was until he spotted Pippins’ expression. “What is it?” he asked.

“I-I can’t find Y/N,” Pippin replied, the sweet accent of his you loved dearly only making his voice sound more broken.

“We’ll find her, Pip.” Merry spoke with such resolute and determination, Pippin had almost believed him, as if his friend wasn’t being a complete fool in believing you were alright.

“Aye lad, she’s probably around here somewhere. Most likely looking for you,” Gimli chimed in, earning nods of agreement from Aragorn and Legolas. Merry hummed in approval of the dwarfs’ words.

Even though they had strong hopes for finding you alive and well, they couldn’t help but feel the concern wash over them in powerful waves. They knew of your strong will, your stubbornness, you great knack of good luck, but they also hadn’t ignored the fact that you were still a female, a hobbit, nonetheless. You were precious and delicate within their eyes, something to be kept safe and treasured. They weren’t even entirely sure how they had allowed you to join them on the battlefield.

You charmed your way, persuaded them with your powerful yet reassuring words. Most people thought you to be silver tongued, able to work others and bend them to your will with how you spoke, it seemed. It appeared you had a knack for getting things to go your way.

You had sworn to them that you would by someone’s side during the fight but of course, there was no guarantee and as soon as the battle had commenced, you all lost sight of one another, apart from the blonde elf and the red-headed dwarf who always seem to be stuck beside one another since they had first met, they claimed to be unfortunate.

Turning and spinning and still no sight of you. the land they fought on was large and open, a wide area to search. Their hoped began to dwindle, an upset, sinking feeling beginning to settle within their bellies. Pippin had been affected the most. He would be lost without you; he would become a shell of a hobbit if he had to be without you.

A small movement, or rather movement from a small thing, had caught the corner of Legolas’ peripheral vision and once he had focused more intently on the small hobbit female with his back turned to him, helplessly tossing their head from one side to the other, obviously searching like themselves, his smile reappeared, brighter and broader than before.

“I believe I have found what we have been looking for,” he called over to the group that had separated partially in efforts to quicken the searched. All heads of the people that had been searching for you quickly whipped round to look in the direction of the elf. Looking past him, they could clearly see your form, looking forward and side to side.

Tears quickly filled Pippins’ eyes and before anyone could even blink, Pippin began to run in your direction. “Y/N!” He screamed as loudly as his lungs would allow him, making you speedily turn on your heel to find the source of the sound. Spotting Pippin, tears flooded your orbs just as quickly as they had for Pippin before sprinting as fast as you could towards him to meet him halfway.

Soon, you collided, arms tightly wrapped around one another, as if you would slip away from the other, to end up torn apart once more if your hold had slackened. You cried into each other, basking in feeling of being held, of being together.

Pulling back to look at you, Pippin grasps a hold of your face in both hands, one on either cheek, cradling your jaw. Tears fell from his eyes like waterfalls of happiness and relief. “I thought I lost you,” he sobbed, hiccups soon following. “Never scare me like that again. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Probably steal more food from Farmer Maggots’ field,” you croaked, smiling widely, cheeks wet from your own salty tears. Pippin chuckled before bringing his face close to yours and quickly closing the gap to place his lips sweetly against your own, meshing together tenderly.

Parting, both of your eyes still closed, he rested his forehead against your own, still delicately holding your face between his hands as if he held the most precious, most fragile thing in the whole of Middle-Earth.

Your soft breaths mingled as you stayed close together, needing to stay touching one another, terrified that once you both open your eyes and part, you would both disappear. “Marry me,” Pippin uttered softly without thought, his words coming out on their own.

Your breath staggered, hitching within your throat, your eyes opened, and you pulled back slightly, looking up towards your fool of a Took. As if moving the smallest distance away from him had caused realisation of his words to dawn upon him, recognising that he had just sprung that question at you out of nowhere. His heart had spoken without permission, without consulting his brain and body.

He held his breath, and his eyes were wide with worry, fear. “What?” you whispered, unsure if you had heard him correctly, your heart raced within your chest, it pounding against your ribcage. Pippins’ heart was racing twice as fast as your own, panicked by how you may react. Had you not wanted to marry him? Had he just made a fool of himself once more?

“I asked you to marry me,” he gulped. “I-I know it was quite all of the sudden, but I was so scared that I lost you. I know it sounds rather dramatic, but I think I would die if I never held you again. I couldn’t possibly live without you and for that small moment that seemed to last forever, when I couldn’t find you after the fight, it I honestly thought I would never see you again. You don’t have to marry me. Don’t even have to answer me if you don’t want to. I’ll never speak to you again if you don’t want me to, I’ll even move away from the Shire if you ask-“

You cut off his sweet rambling by throwing yourself into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him deeply, passionately, as if it were the last kiss you would ever share. He melted into the kiss quickly, both hands quickly settling on your hips, bringing you impossibly closer to him.

When the need for oxygen became too apparent, you pulled away, keeping your arms securely wrapped around his neck. “You truly are a fool of a Took if you think I do not want to be your wife.”

He beamed at you, one of the widest smiles anyone had ever seen grace his sweet face before bringing you into one more kiss. Wild hollering and cheering accompanied with loud claps sounded from behind Pippin and you were brought back to reality, remembering where you currently were.

Merry, Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli had all made their way over whilst you and Pippin reunited and watched from the side-lines, clearly not wanting to interrupt the wonderful moment yet still wanting to watch your reunion. They had clearly heard you accept his ridiculous spur of the moment proposal which you wouldn’t have any other way.

You and Pippin separated and Merry took the opportunity to scurry over to you and bring you into a bone crushing hug. Although happy, you winced and hissed at a now present stinging pain you felt in your upper right arm.

Merry pulled back, concerned he had hurt you. Pippin also seemed panic by the display of discomfort you had shown. “What is it?” Merry spoke as you looked down at your arm.

“I don’t know,” you muttered confusedly. Carefully, Merry pushed up your sleeve, rolling it way past your elbow to be bunched up at your shoulder. All eyes widened, including your own, when a deep gash was revealed, warm, deep crimson blood slowly oozing out of the wound. All the blood that had covered you of the enemies along with the adrenaline and then later overjoyed emotion you felt with Pippin moments earlier had distracted you from the injury you hadn’t even noticed you gained.

“How did you miss that?” Merry exclaimed loudly as Pippin cautiously approached you to get a better look, absolute sheer panic portrayed itself on his face.

“Hmmm, I don’t know. Must’ve not noticed it,” you nonchalantly stated as you looked down towards the offending cut. You shrugged before turning casting your eyes back towards the others. All seem to visibly relax apart from Pippin to indignantly squawked out in disbelief “HOW COULD YOU NOT NOTICE THAT?!”

The others chuckled along with yourself as Aragorn tears a piece of his clothing as material to use as a makeshift bandage for the time being. Seeing the still overly concerned features of your now betrothed, you grasp his hand and smile reassuringly towards him. “I’m quite alright. We’re both together and that is what matters, yes?” Pippin nodded and visibly relaxed before you decided to add on.

“Plus, if its worth anything, those that tried to fight certainly didn’t end up with just a sliced arm.”

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Man, I really liked this one

Like I stated in the response to the request at the top, the first half seemed quite half arsed which I thoroughly hate and do apologise for

But the second half, I absolutely adore so

I’M HAPPY

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Anywho, I hope you enjoyed

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D

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immaturityofthomasastruc · 4 years ago

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Gabriel Agreste: Interesting Villain, Horrible Character (400 Follower Special)

I'm honestly surprised more people didn't want me to talk about Gabriel, especially with how often I rag on how horrible of a person he is. But, three character analysis posts later, and we're going to talk about why the main villain of Miraculous Ladybug is a real letdown.

Gabriel Needs to give the Whining a Rest

The interesting thing is one of the few things I actually liked in Season 3 was Hawkmoth. His plans actually made sense (for the most part), and by playing the long game, he managed to turn Chloe against Ladybug and deprived her of several key allies. Granted, Season 4 immediately undid the latter, but I was still impressed by his strategy.

Generally, one of the better aspects of Gabriel as a character was just how over the top he was as Hawkmoth. Keith Silverstein is clearly giving it his all with his performance, and he is just so enjoyable to watch as a cartoonish supervillain.

And therein lies the first major problem with Gabriel as a character. While he is fun to watch as a simple supervillain, the show tries to give him more depth and unintentionally makes him worse.

In Season 2, when it was revealed that Gabriel was Hawkmoth, many fans speculated on what he needed the Miraculous for, until the Queen Bee Trilogy showed it was to save his possibly dead wife, Emilie. The idea of that is so the show can give more depth to its main villain, and I think it's an interesting idea in concept. After all, the road to Hell is paved with good intentions.

The problem is just how radically different Gabriel is normally compared to how he is as Hawkmoth. He always goes on about how he's “doing this for Emilie”, but it's hard to really sympathize with him when you consider he constantly gives evil monologues and evil laughs, really getting into the supervillain role. And let's not forget all of the “I'm going to wear Ladybug's skin as a suit” faces he loves to make.

Clearly this man is the picture of mental stability.

Gabriel's motivation for being Hawkmoth when compared to what he actually does as Hawkmoth is shady enough, but the thing is that the writers clearly want the audience to at least feel a little bad for him. They want to make the audience sympathize with him despite the way he acts with or without the mask. Without Miraculous Ladybug, he is routinely putting innocent lives in danger and never once shows regret for his actions. All he talks about is how “he's doing this for Emilie”, or that “he'll get their Miraculous soon”. There's no real reason to feel bad for him other than “because the script says so”.

Let's compare Gabriel to Malcolm Merlyn from Arrow. His big plan in the first season of the show is to create a machine that will cause an earthquake to destroy a crime-infested portion of Starling City, claiming to be trying to help everyone, but it's clear he is only doing it out of revenge for his wife getting killed by a criminal from that part of the city. In addition, throughout that season and future seasons, he always makes sure his plans lead to him benefiting in some way, showing he isn't just some noble man trying to achieve his goals with a less than noble method.

If we got some moments that showed that what Gabriel was doing was selfish, it would make him a more complex villain. But we don't get anything like that. What do we get instead? Well...

I Could Really Care Less About Emilie Agreste

We have known Gabriel's motivation has been to save his wife for a little over two years at this point, but at the same time, it's hard to believe that motivation because of how underdeveloped Emilie is as a character.

There have been a total of two lines in the entirety of the show that explain what happened to Emilie, and they're both vague as hell. One of them was from “Feast” that implied Emilie used the broken Peacock Miraculous.

Adrien: My mom used to have dizzy spells… just like Nathalie.

And the other that outright tells the audience what's happening to her in a clip show that most people will skip.

Nathalie: As I've watched Emilie falling deeper into an endless sleep, my sadness for her has deepened, too

That is literally all we get for an explanation, and nothing else. We have no idea of what she's like as a person or what her relationship with her family was like other than Gabriel and Adrien saying they miss her. Other than the way the narrative says she's important to Gabriel and Adrien, we don't really have a reason to care about her as a character. There have also been some lines that imply she went along with Gabriel's questionable parenting techniques, like how he was apparently only homeschooled as a kid (Origins) and never had a birthday party growing up (The Bubbler), so how do we even know if she's a good person? In fact, why not set up this question as a mystery to make the audience wonder if Gabriel has another reason to bring Emilie back?

It ultimately turns Emilie into a plot device and not a character that Gabriel and Adrien only bring up to make the audience feel bad for them, and meant to justify Gabriel's actions by saying that he's “doing this for his family”.

But hey, if he's doing this all for his family, surely Gabriel's redeeming traits come from his relationship with Adrien, right? Right?

As a Parent, Gabriel is Far From the Best

I've talked about this briefly before, but parenting in Miraculous Ladybug is written in such a black and white way, even by the standards of this show. Parents are portrayed in one of two ways. They're either amazing people who love and support their children unconditionally, or they're awful people who treat their own children like trash. And much like a lot of things in this show, there are times where the latter is treated like the former.

There are so many times where the narrative insists on making you see Gabriel as a troubled, but wellmeaning person who tries his best to be a good parent to Adrien, but it is far from the truth.

I'm not going to beat around the bush. Gabriel is a terrible parent. Like, he is awful at being a parent in so many ways, even before you find out he's Hawkmoth. In his first appearance, “The Bubbler”, he delegates getting Adrien a birthday present to Nathalie, his assistant. He literally can't be bothered to take time out of his schedule to get his own son a present for his birthday. And as the show goes on, he becomes more controlling and forbids Adrien from going out with his friends in other episodes (Captain Hardrock, Silencer). While this could be used to show Gabriel getting worse, it's never acknowledged in-universe, with Adrien continually defending his father essentially keeping him on house arrest.

“But IOTA!” You might say. “Gabriel has made efforts to bond with his son in some episodes.” While that might be true, most of those come right after his Akumas have almost gotten Adrien killed. He only hugged Adrien and made an attempt to learn more about him after Simon Says invaded their home, he only decided to watch that movie Emilie was in with Adrien after Gorizilla nearly dropped him off a building, and he only hugged Adrien again in public after he was turned into a gold statue by Style Queen.

In fact, let's talk about how Gabriel acts in the Queen Bee Trilogy. He actually decides to quit being Hawkmoth, but it's not because he realizes all the damage he's caused. Instead, he gave up because his “magnum opus”, a stronger than usual Akuma that only got the advantage on Ladybug ironically because of dumb luck, failed. Sure, he says he can't keep putting his son in danger, but he rarely ever acknowledges that he does so in the first place. When Riposte wanted to fight Adrien, Hawkmoth did nothing to stop her other than giving her a stern warning earlier on and nothing else. Where was this attitude earlier?

Hell, even then, he immediately goes back to being Hawkmoth as soon as he sees an opportunity, not even a day after his “mAgNuM oPuS” blew up in his face (because I guess Scarletmoth was just Plan B). If he made such a big deal about caring for his son, why didn't he try harder to spend time with him? Has he ever had doubts about what he's doing before? If Chloe didn't show up as Queen Bee, was he going to follow through on his promise and try to be a better father to Adrien instead of trying to get Ladybug and Cat Noir's Miraculous?

And yeah, the whole irony is that Gabriel is doing this for his family when he is unknowingly fighting his own son, which could lead to some interesting drama if done right. The idea of how Gabriel would react to his son being Cat Noir could really lead to some internal struggles for him to go through. But then we got “Cat Blanc”, which shows just how terrible of a character Gabriel is.

In an alternate timeline where he found out his son was Cat Noir, what does Gabriel do? Does he try to steal Adrien's Miraculous while he's sleeping? Does he reconsider his actions or realize he was endangering Adrien's life?

NOPE! He just decides to akumatize him all while emotionally tormenting him, before causing the end of the world.

This is honestly one of the most appalling things I've ever seen in any TV show, because it's basically an abusive father ordering his son to listen to him all while referencing his (kind of) dead mother to back up his point. And rather than use this to show how despicable Gabriel is, the episode decides to blame Marinette for this happening. Yes, according to the show, her present to Adrien caused several events to happen which caused Cat Blanc, but this logic makes no sense. It's like blaming the JFK assassination on the man who sold a gun to Lee Harvey Oswald, instead of, you know, Lee Harvey Oswald.

Not only was this episode yet another excuse to blame Marinette for something that wasn't her fault, it leads into the biggest problem I have with Gabriel as a character.

Sympathize with Gabriel? Surely, You Jest

After everything I've gone over regarding Gabriel as a character, after all the awful things I've talked about, are you really surprised that I don't feel bad for him at all?

Gabriel is just an awful character and a despicable human being, but the show just keeps wanting me to feel bad for him. It's just so hard to when you consider everything he's done has made him anything but sympathetic. I'm just saying, it's kind of hard to feel bad for someone who tries to start World War III with the only justification being “i'M dOiNg It FoR mY fAmIlY”, especially when he treats his family like crap.

The writers go out of their way to show how horrible Gabriel is as Hawkmoth/Shadowmoth, but they think because they throw in a few moments where he looks conflicted, we'll immediately feel bad for him. What makes so many people interested in seeing Chloe become a better person is that they can tell she's the victim of a troubled upbringing, and know that because she's only a teenager, she still has room to grow as a person, represented by having more honest moments of vulnerability. Gabriel is a grown man who once caused the apocalypse because of how terrible of a parent he is, and has even fewer sympathetic moments than Chloe does. Which one of these two is supposedly irredeemable? The answer may surprise you.

But the frustrating thing is that this kind of villain could have worked. Instead of making him this mustache-twirling psychopath, show how much Gabriel regrets what he has to do, but keeps pushing onward despite all the lives he's risking if it means that he can save his wife. Instead of making Gabriel like Lex Luthor, make him like Mr. Freeze, who is basic a better written version of him.

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But as it stands, there's a good reason why Gabriel gets little to no respect as a character in the Miraculous Ladybug fandom, as a villain, or as a father.

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wicked-mind · 4 years ago

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Betrayed: Chapter Three

Summary: Everybody thought Steve’s sister had passed away decades ago. But when you show up at the facility and try to attack Bucky, there are questions to be answered.

Word count: 5.2k

Warning: A bit of violence, talk of kidnapping and torture, talk of surgery, a hint of PTSD

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NOTE: I would like to thank everybody for your support. As I previously said, this is the first time posting any sort of creative writing on any platform. As a thank you, I'll be releasing two chapters today (3/19/21). Again, any feedback is appreciated. Enjoy (:

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CHAPTER THREE- The Truth

It had been about 6 months since Y/N arrived at at the facility. She liked it here. She was able to get to know who her brother was now, hearing about his stories. He was careful to try and leave Bucky out of it as much as possible, but sometimes he would come up. The more Steve talked about Bucky, the less Y/N would flinch at his name. It’s like Steve was replacing that bad memory of him taking her with new ones about how Bucky had redeemed himself, sacrificing everything to help protect the universe from Thanos.

“I always imagined you like this, Steve.” Y/N had said to him one day, gesturing at him as she listened to his stories, “Even though you were five foot, four inches and weighed nothing, I always knew this was the real you.” She smiled, at him, to which Steve laughed and replied, “I’m glad someone saw passed my height.”

Y/N trained with Clint and Wanda. Although Y/N and Clint had a bit of a rough start with the arrow thing as well as calling her a vampire, they became friends quickly. Joking at one another often, especially during training. He had nicknamed her ‘Little Vampire’. Her abilities began to hone in, and she hadn’t had an outburst of violence since the night she arrived. Besides her brother, Wanda was the person Y/N was closest with. They even shared a bedroom now, and others in the neighboring bedrooms often heard laughing throughout the night coming from the bedroom. They did almost everything together. Train, eat, watch movies, occasionally go shopping. Wanda even taught Y/N how to drive, testing out the fast cars on the long stretch of road leading to the facility.

There was still one problem though. Bucky. Y/N couldn’t be in the same room as Bucky, which everybody noticed. For the first few months, when Bucky entered a room that Y/N was in or vice versa, the room would get quiet. It was like there was a stare down between the two. Y/N would tense up, her red eyes locking on Bucky. Out of respect and guilt, Bucky always left the room, even if he was there first. He caused her enough pain for a lifetime, he didn’t want to be a constant reminder of the worst time of her life. He owed her that much. At least he could hear her laugh with Wanda. Sometimes he would stay awake at night, either laying in his bed or standing outside her door and listening to her laugh. He missed Y/N’s laugh so much. He used to hear it almost everyday growing up, watching her smile. Her joy was always infections to others, especially him. He often wondered when the last time she laughed was. He was sure she didn’t laugh until she came here and met Wanda. The first time he heard her laugh while Y/N has been here, he smiled, standing around a corner as he listened to Wanda and Y/N watch the cheesy Captain America movie. Bucky wished more than anything he could join in the laughter. He wanted to feel the warmth that Y/N always brought him, but knew he wasn’t what she needed or wanted right now.

After about 4 months, they were able to be in the same room. Bucky had been sitting at the kitchen bar, talking to Steve about how he could fix things and help Y/N. When speak of the devil, she walked in alone. Usually her and Wanda were always together, but this time she was alone. She paused when she entered, staring at Bucky who was looking back to her. She then moved to the fridge, grabbing out some grape juice. Her favorite. Wanda made sure it was on the list every week just for her, and if she forgot to put it on the list, Bucky would scribble it down. She grabbed a glass out of a cupboard. She was facing Bucky, but not looking at him. She was focused on her task of getting juice. As she poured, her eyes flicker to meet his gaze. She quickly looked back down until her glass was full. She put the grape juice back in its spot in the fridge, picking up her glass. Her eyes flickered between Steve and Bucky. She gave a soft smile but it faded quickly as she left back the way she came, returning to her room.

Once Steve was sure she was out of earshot, he turned to Bucky, raising his eyebrows, “Progress.” He said with a smile. It was nothing compared to how much Bucky was grinning. This was the first time he had been able to get her to actually look at him, not stare him down or glare like he was her enemy. She even smiled a little bit, probably at Steve, but Bucky was taking it as a win. For the first time in the last four months, he felt hope in being able to be Y/N’s friend again. But he wouldn’t push it, he would wait for her.

Two months later, present time, it was time to answer the hard questions. Steve sat down on his sister’s bed beside her. Wanda had some idea of what happened, as Y/N talked about the trauma to her most. That and the fact Wanda could see inside her head, but only ever did it with Y/N’s permission.

“Y/N, tell us everything you remember.” Steve said, looking at his sister. He needed to know what was done to her, where, and if there were any remaining Hydra agents. He needed to know if there were anymore enhanced humans Hydra could have made.

Y/N looked at her brother, then to Wanda, then to the floor letting out a sigh. She had been dreading. She put her face in her hands, then slowly ran them up through her blonde hair. She hated talking about it, but knew Steve had given her enough time to process her new home.

“Bucky sent me a letter, saying he was coming home from deployment. He set up a date and where to meet. I was so excited to keep our promise.” Y/N swallowed hard, “When we met, he greeted me. He smiled, but there was no emotion in his eyes. I figured it was from the war, you know, needing to adjust. I was just happy he was safe. We talked for a moment, before walking down the street. It was dark, the street lamps were out which I thought was odd. Then suddenly, he grabbed me, pulling me into the trunk of a car. I was in that trunk for what felt like days,” She paused, pushing past the pain it was causing her, “Then, we were outside this bunker. It was snowing, cold. I didn’t know where we were. He took my hood off, holding my arm as he lead me through the doors. I was watched by all these men, wearing a red octopus with a skull on their uniforms. He handed me to them, practically throwing me into their grasp. I looked back at him, pleading for help. He ignored me and followed as the men took me to this medical chamber and strapped me down on a cold table. I could see the medical instruments on a tray. They had these syringes filled with red liquid. I screamed for Bucky to help me, for anybody to help me. Nobody did.. They gagged me and began. I couldn’t tell you what they did, I closed my eyes until I passed out from pain, after seeing Bucky leave the room. I do remember though before I passed out, up in the gallery that overlooked the room, red eyes staring at me.” Y/N said softly, looking at Steve.

“The rest of it is a little blurry. I think I’ve blocked it out of my mind after I was made into this, knowing I wouldn’t want to remember. Then, after a few years, something happened. I remember I was called back to that bunker. There were two others with red eyes. They put us in these steel coffin type things.” Y/N paused, before chuckling a little bit which shocked Steve, “Don’t tell Clint that, it’ll just make the vampire thing a little too real for him.” She joked for a moment, but not hearing any laughter she sighed and continued, “They put us to sleep. When I woke up, seven months ago, it took days of punching that steel coffin until I was able to get it open.” She traced the silver scars on her knuckles, remembering blood, although there wasn’t much pain, “But that wasn’t the end of the it. Wherever they put me, I was buried. I had to claw my way through dirt, grass, and two feet of snow until I saw grey skies. It was snowing. I fled to the nearest city, hiding in an abandoned building. I could feel something in my brain, trying to tell me to go back and sleep. I itched at the spot until I could feel my skull and stole a drill from a nearby family. I drilled out the spot of my skull, then pried the chip out with my fingers. I left it in that building.” Y/N was now staring at the wall as she spoke, her face emotionless. She knew Wanda was watching her memories vividly, wincing as she watched the process of taking the chip out, “It didn’t take long after that for me to see your face everywhere, and the face of the Avengers. I had to find you and I did. You know the rest from there.”

It was silent in the room for a minute. Steve was holding back some tears hearing about his sister’s torture with Hydra, not wanting her to see. Wanda had the saddest look on her face, feeling like she was there herself through Y/N’s memories. Steve broke the silence, “Thank you for telling me,” He said, putting a hand on his sister’s back. He didn’t want to make her relive this, but he got the information him and the team needed. There were more of these red-eyes buried somewhere, just waiting to escape.

What they didn’t know, is Bucky was outside the door, listening to every word Y/N said. He felt nauseous hearing her stories. The sweet woman he knew.. She had been taken and forced into this traumatic life. Taken by his own hand. A tear ran down his cheek which he quickly wiped away. When she was done talking, he stood up and went back to his own room before they could catch him eavesdropping. He felt full of rage at Hydra but more importantly at himself. No wonder she tried to kill him. Half of him wishes she did, he deserved it and maybe it would’ve brought her more peace. But the other half of him was glad she did save him, wanting to prove himself to her that he wasn’t that person and that he was the same Bucky Y/N remembered from watching their sunrise.

After Steve had shared the information for the team, they decided to mobilize and search out this base. It would be at most a week they were gone. Everybody was going, besides Y/N, Bucky, and Clint who had promised his family not to go into any more dangerous missions unless absolutely necessary. Y/N pleaded with Steve not to go, or at least leave Wanda behind with her. But Steve had told his sister they needed to go, make sure everything was safe, and Wanda needed to go as well as she had seen the bunker and its layout in her head. Reluctantly, Y/N agreed.

Two days into the longest week of her life since she had been back, Y/N sat on her bed, missing her friends and her brother. She had skipped training with Clint, mostly staying in her room and listening to music Wanda had showed her. It made her happy listening to music. Sometimes Wanda and Y/N would blast the music in their room, dancing together and laughing. They were some of her happiest moments since she’s been at the facility.

On the third night, Y/N went out into the kitchen to have herself some leftover soup. She waited as it heated in the microwave, freezing when she heard another person enter the room. She slowly turned, only to lock eyes with blue eyes she had hated for so long. Bucky stopped and looked at her, before speaking softly to break the silence, “Sorry.. I’ll come back later.” He said, turning to leave, breaking their eye contact. Then a miracle happened.

“It’s fine, I’m almost done..” Y/N said softly, turning back to watch the timer on the microwave. Bucky stood there staring at her. This is the first thing she had said to him since she healed the bite on his neck. His heart leaped in his chest, hearing her acknowledge him. It was just adding to the hope that one day they could be back to friends again. Her voice was like soft music to his ears, so sweet. He didn’t approach her, just took a seat. He didn’t want to get too close to her and make her uncomfortable and take back this progress of her speaking to him. He thought of her like a scared animal. If he moved the progress too fast then she would run. He watched as she grabbed the bowl from the microwave, a spoon, and a napkin. Then Y/N retreated back to her room, not saying another word. She shut the door behind her.

Bucky smiled to himself, “Progress.” He said softly, making himself a sandwich and heading back to his room. He felt accomplished. She had actually spoken to him, directly to him. Alone. She didn’t run, or attack him. Bucky viewed this as a big step towards reaching his goal of having Y/N trust him again.

In the early morning hours, Y/N had a nightmare. A bad one. She was seeing the faces of those she hurt, those she killed. Then it changed to her punching herself out of that metal coffin, screaming to be free, digging through the rough earth trying to find air. She tossed and turned, sweating, before letting out a scream. The scream woke Clint and Bucky up, who now stood outside her door in the hallway looking at each other as they heard her whimpering and screaming from the other side.

“Okay, you go in.” Clint said, looking at Bucky.

Bucky looked at Clint in disbelief, “Are you kidding? She hates me. Well, I think we are one level down from hate because she talked to me, but still. At least she likes you, you go in.” He countered

Clint shook his head, “Nope. Nu-uh. After hearing about the coffin thing, I’m still not convinced she isn’t a vampire.” He whispered softly, “Vampire beats human every time. You got the superhuman stuff, if she bites you at least we know what happens. If she bites me, I may die quicker than she’s willing to give me her blood.” He said, “Plus you're stronger and she scares me a little.”

Bucky opened his mouth to argue, but was silenced by another muffled scream. He glared at Clint before opening the door. If this took back the new progress he had just made with Y/N, he wouldn’t know what to do. He peeked in her room, seeing Y/N laying on the bed, clutching her pillow so hard that it starting spitting feathers out of the seams. It pained him to see her like this. He could see tears down her visible cheek, the pain on her face.

“Y/N?” He asked softly, not wanting to touch her yet, just wanting to wake her gently. It didn’t work though, she didn’t wake. Bucky slowly moved to the side of her bed, sitting at the edge next to her. He slowly reached his hand out to touch her and paused, wondering if he should. But then he heard Y/N whimper again, letting out a half sob half scream. His instincts took over and he grabbed her quickly, pulling her into his chest and holding her tight. She gripped onto his shirt, her nails ripping through and digging into his chest. Bucky winced, but it was worth it to hold her, trying to calm her, “I got you, Y/N. You’re safe… It’s all over, I got you.” He whispered towards her ear, noting the scar behind her left ear. He knew exactly what it was from. The sobbing stopped, as did the screaming. He looked down at her face to see the red eyes staring at him. He paused, wondering what was going to happen. Would she attack him? Push him away? He wouldn’t blame her for either of those options. He just wanted to be there for Y/N, let her know she was safe.

Y/N stayed silent for quite a while, just staring at Bucky’s eyes. The way he looked at her was familiar. His eyes weren’t emotionless. She saw his sadness, worry, guilt.

“Bucky..” She whispered finally, breaking the silence.

Bucky’s heart melted, listening to her say his name without rage in her voice. She said his name like she did before he left for deployment, but with a little more sadness in her voice. Then she curled into him more, which made his heart melt again. He willingly pulled her closer, “I got you, Doll,” He said as he ran his hand through her hair, “You’re safe. You never have to do those things again.” He knew exactly what she was dreaming about when it came to the faces. He had the same nightmares for a long time, unable to sleep for months because of it. He held her until she was asleep, gently placing her back into bed and pulling the covers over her body. He sat on Wanda’s bed, watching her all night. Every couple hours, Y/N would wake up and look over at him as if to make sure Bucky was still there, before going back to sleep, pressing her face into her pillow.

In the morning, Clint called Bucky into the briefing room to get an update from the rest of the team. They had to break down the steel doors to the bunker to get in, but didn’t find any evidence of any survivors or the remaining red-eyes. They were going to search the area a little more before heading back home. They also wanted to try and find the chip that Y/N had clawed out of her brain seven months ago to try and see if they could get any information off that.

As the sun hit her face, Y/N’s eyes opened slowly, looking around the room. She was alone. She started to wonder if it was all just a dream that Bucky was there, holding her, keeping an eye on her. It had felt too real to be a dream. She sat up slowly, noticing the feathers on her sheets. Definitely not a dream, she concluded. She dragged herself out of bed and made her way to the bathroom to shower.

Y/N stood still as the warm water hit her back. Her mind racing a million miles per hour as she thought about last night with Bucky. He came in to help her, and she accepted it. She shook her head, bringing her hands to her face. She couldn’t believe she did that. She let him in, giving him a chance. Her traumatic time with Hydra had made her hate him. But Y/N knew that somewhere, inside herself, she knew the truth that he was still the Bucky she remembered. She didn’t want to trust him, to let him in. It was easier if she didn’t because then he couldn’t betray her trust again. She sunk to the floor of the shower, pushing her back against the tile wall, and cried.

After about a half hour of crying in the shower, she finished washing her hair and herself and finally stepped out, wrapping the towel around herself. She stared at herself in the mirror as she ran the brush through her hair. Looking around the bathroom, she cursed under her breath as she realized she forgot a change of clothes. She would have to scurry back to her room with the towel wrapped around her.

She opened the door and started to walk back to her room, but stopped as she saw Bucky at the end of the hallway, looking at her with those damn blue eyes. Y/N looked down, turning and disappearing into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

Bucky stood there, he had looked her over as she stood frozen for a moment. Noting all the small silver scars across her pale body that he could see. She had many on her shoulders and legs. Some of them looked like scars of bites, like someone had bit her over and over again. They were along her shoulders also ran up her legs until they disappeared under the towel secured around her body. It made him sad to see her like that. He remembered she only had a few scars when they were younger, from dumb instances like falling off a bike or falling when she ran to keep up with him. But now, she was covered in scars. He sighed as she left without a sound to him, wondering if the progress they had made disappeared.

The next few days, Y/N stayed in her room, only coming out to train with Clint and get food. The rest of the time she sat on her bed, reading or listening to music. The team were supposed to be back tomorrow and Y/N couldn’t wait to see Wanda and her brother. It felt like she hadn’t seen them in months. She had gotten so used to them being around all the time that she didn’t know she would miss them this much when they were gone on a mission. There weren’t many phone calls, just quick check-ins with Clint.

She finally pulled herself out of bed, throwing on some black leggings and a dark blue shirt. She brushed her hair and teeth in the bathroom, before making her way to the kitchen. She grabbed herself a bowl of cereal and moved to the living room, turning on the tv to watch some dumb reality show that filled the silence around her. She noticed Bucky and Clint walk into the kitchen, they must’ve been training. They were both discussing who won their sparring as they grabbed water bottles out of the fridge.

“I see you...”

The sound made Y/N jump. It sounded like it was right in her ear. She looked around, looked behind her to see Bucky and Clint still talking. She put her bowl on the coffee table, turning off the tv. She stood, looking around slowly, her forehead wrinkles in frustration and focus as she tried to figure out where the voice came from. She wondered around, looking down hallways.

“Y/N...”

The voice came again, singing her name in a soft whisper. Y/N jumped and turned, but nobody was there. She didn’t even notice Bucky and Clint were now watching her, confused by her movements.

The voice softly started humming, the sound felt like someone was right in her ears.

“Little Vampy, you okay?” Clint called from the kitchen, his brow furrowed as he watched what was unfolding. Both Clint and Bucky had started moving towards her.

“Little Vampy, huh?” The voice came again, whispering right in her ear. It was deep, a male’s voice. It almost sounded like it was teasing her, “Idiot.” It chuckled and resumed humming.

Y/N turned quickly again at the whisper only to find nobody standing there, her eyes confused but also panicked. She listened to the humming, slowly walking passed Bucky and Clint. She pushed passed Bucky, her arm brushing against his but she didn’t seem to notice. She stopped at a window, staring out it as the humming continued.

“Y/N.” Bucky said, breaking the silence, curious and concerned of what was going on with her. It was like she was almost in a trance.

Y/N silently looked out the window for a moment, the voice that was humming slowly disappearing. She turned and looked at Bucky, her red eyes panicked, “Somethings here..” She said softly, almost a whisper.

Bucky and Clint immediately went on the defense, pulling up motion trackers of the facility but finding nothing except themselves. They searched the whole facility, every nook and cranny, but found nothing. Y/N hid in her room, the curtains shut. The humming had gone away, and she was left with her own thoughts. She sat silently in the room, curled up in one of the corners behind a chair. It was like she was hiding from whatever she was hearing even though it was now gone.

Bucky and Clint entered her room, confused seeing nothing at first which made them panic a little. Bucky scanned the room, tense. Where had she gone? Was she taken? He shouldn’t have left her alone.. But then he saw the red eyes peer out from behind the chair at him and gave a sigh of relief.

“We couldn’t find anything, Y/N.” Clint said, folding his arms, “Why would you think something is here?” He questioned, confused on why him and Bucky just went on an empty scavenger hunt.

Y/N’s eyes flickered from Bucky to Clint as he spoke, not leaving the safety of the corner on the floor, “I heard him. He’s here.. somewhere.”

“Heard him? Heard who?” Bucky asks, moving to sit on the edge of Y/N’s bed, trying to make her more comfortable by letting her know he was here for her.

“I don’t know who.” She said, staring Bucky in the eyes, “It was familiar, his voice. He said my name, was listening to your conversation in the kitchen. He knew where we were and what we were doing. He was right in my ears…” Y/N moved her hands back to grip the sides of her head, “Whispering…” She mutters, then looked up at Clint, “He called you an idiot.”

“Well, I already don’t like him.” He said, folding his arms, “We will keep an eye on the motion sensors, do checks of the facility throughout the day just to be sure. I’ll send an update to the rest of the team. They should be back soon with the chip.” Clint informed, leaving the room promptly.

Bucky stayed in the room, sitting there silently. He wanted to ask Y/N if there was anything she needed, but he was cautious. He didn’t want to get too close. He didn’t want to push Y/N. They sat there in silence for what felt like hours, but was really only one. Y/N picked herself up off the floor, looking at Bucky, then looking around the room as if to make sure it was safe. She could feel Bucky’s eyes on her, watching her closely to try and get a read on how she was doing.

“I’m fine, Bucky..” Y/N finally said, her eyes eyes locking with his, before exiting her own bedroom. She went back to grab her bowl of now soggy cereal from the coffee table. She took it to the sink, pouring it down the drain and turning the disposal on for a moment to shred the cereal. She washed her bowl and spoon, then set them on a towel to dry. Y/N placed her hands on the edge of the counter, staring at the granite. What was she hearing inside her head? Who was it and why did it sound so familiar? She had clawed that chip out of her brain over half a year ago, she shouldn’t be hearing the voices. She wondered if she was slowly going insane, if it was the voices of those she killed catching up to her.

“Y/N,” It was Bucky’s voice behind her, but she didn’t move from where she stood, still staring at the granite, “I know you would prefer to talk to Wanda or Steve…. but you can talk to me while they’re not here…” He said softly, wanting to understand what was going on in her head. He wanted to help her.

“I feel like I’m going insane…” Y/N said, eyes still studying the granite as she kept her back to him, “Or being haunted. I feel like my mind isn’t safe.”

Bucky nodded slowly, “It’s the guilt, Y/N. You were forced to do terrible things to people. It wasn’t you. You’d never do that.” He said, moving closer to her.

Y/N shook her head, scoffing at his words, “I would do that. I bit you. I threw Steve. I am capable of violence, I was trained for it.” Her hands gripped the edge of the counter harder, it was starting to crack under her strength. Pieces of fractured granite pierced into her palms, causing droplets of her blood to run down the cupboards to the floor.

Bucky quickly moved when he heard the splintering granite and seeing the blood, pulling Y/N away from the counter, forcing her to look him in the face as his arms held hers, “Y/N. You were trained, yes. You did awful things, yes. But it wasn’t you. You are Y/N Rogers. The girl who loves dancing, adores sunflowers, and hates coffee.” He reminded, “You are letting yourself feel the guilt for something you had no control over. You wouldn’t have done those things if you had a choice. You need to take all that sadness, frustration, and guilt and let it go.” He urged. He knew what she was going through. He dealt with the emotions for a long time, his ghosts haunting him ruthlessly. But he had come to accept the things he couldn’t change, and work to make up for his mistakes everyday.

Y/N stared at him, allowing him to hold her arms, listening to his words. He was the only one who knew what it was like to do the things she had done without having control of yourself. She finally spoke, sadness in her eyes, “I may still love the same things, but I don’t feel like the same person.” She told him, moving away from his grasp and retreating back to her bedroom.

Bucky cleaned up the blood and the splinters of granite on the floor for her after she was gone. He was hoping she would think about his words, accepting them eventually. She couldn’t keep torturing herself and needed to come to terms with what happened to her. She needed to accept and move on into a better life like he had. He had faith she could do it.

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better than the movie ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1757

request?: yes!

@m-is-for-monkeys “hey! could u write a super bdsm smut about colson?? Thanks♡”

description: colson wants to try something in the bedroom, but has to assure his girlfriend it won’t be anything like a popular movie series

pairing: machne gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

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(i’m not good with writing bdsm so it’s not gonna be super bdsm-y)

If there was one thing you could say about Colson in the bedroom, it was that he liked to experiment.

At first, you had been intimidated by Colson - sexually that is. He was a big, hot shot rapper and actor. He had groupies throwing themselves at him at every opportunity. You had only ever been with one person intimately. You were sure Colson had done basically everything in the book by the time the two of you had gotten together, which intimidated you a little.

The first time you were intimate together, Colson revealed that he had never done anything more than just some vanilla sex. He had fucked in nearly every position, but nothing more than the usual.

Due to this, you decided to make a list of things you wanted to try. Whenever you were both in the mood, you’d cross something new off the list.

You had gone through the list pretty fast, and now you were at the one Colson was most excited for: BDSM.

You had agreed to put it on the list as a joke, not thinking Colson would really want to do it. As the list neared that particular item, you were sure Colson would also scratch it off and say he wasn’t interested in doing it. So, when Colson started coming home with different sets of bondage toys, you were shocked, and a little nervous.

“Why didn’t you tell me you didn’t actually want to do it?” he asked the night that you had both finally reached BDSM on the list. “I wouldn’t have added it if I knew you didn’t actually like the idea of it.”

He wasn’t mad, more just concerned. You were grateful that he wasn’t going to push you to do it.

“I thought it was a joke,” you said with a shrug. “I didn’t know you were actually into it. I figured...”

You trailed off. Colson’s head tilted, like a confused dog. “You figured...?”

You sighed. “I figured you wouldn’t be into it because you despise the Fifty Shades series so much. I mean, when we watched the first movie together you were so disgusted. You said that they made BDSM look wrong and abusive. I kind of thought...the movies had turned you off of it. I know they did for me.”

Realization crossed Colson’s face then, as if everything suddenly made sense. “You have a point, those movies did disgust me. I’ll never understand why we decided to watch all three.” You giggled at his joke. “But they made me mad because they made something I wanted to do look like it was just a tactic to keep someone in a toxic relationship. I didn’t want to try and bring it up after we watched those movies because I was afraid you would connect BDSM with Fifty Shades, and that was the last thing I wanted.”

You felt guilty then. Even though you hadn’t know that was Colson’s mindset at the time, you had fallen into exactly what he was worried about, which had led to this whole misunderstanding.

He wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on yours. “We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. I’m all for skipping it and going to the next thing on the list. I’m not going to push you to do something you don’t want to do.”

You thought for a moment. BDSM was not something you had ever been interested in, and of course, you now associated it with the god awful Twilight fanfic movies, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t even the slightest bit interested once. Even while watching the first Fifty Shades movie, you couldn’t help but cross your legs a little tighter the first time Christian had tied up Ana, or when he whipped her (although you had felt guilty for that one by the end of the movie).

And you knew Colson wasn’t Christian Grey. He wouldn’t make you do something you didn’t want to do, and he’d never hurt you. He’d be too upset with himself if he did. You knew he’d be gentle enough with you, and if you wanted him to stop he would stop.

“Okay,” you said, before realizing that you hadn’t exactly answered his question. “I mean...yeah, I’d like to try it.”

“Are you sure? One last chance to back out,” Colson said, although you could see a little glimmer of excitement in his eyes.

You smiled and leaned up to kiss him. “I’m sure, babe. I trust you.”

He smiled and kissed you deeply. You giggled as he literally swept you off your feet and began carrying you to the bed.

“Decide on a safe word now so I know when you use it,” he told you as he laid you down on the bed. He turned to start collecting the things he had bought specifically for this moment.

You blurted the first thing that came to your mind for a safe word: “Pineapple.”

You felt your face burn with slight embarrassment as Colson turned to look at you, a small smile on his face. “Pineapple works for me.”

He held up a blindfold, silently asking you one more time if you were okay with what was about to happen. You nodded and sat up, pulling your hair back so it wouldn’t get tangled in the blindfold. Your vision went black as Colson wrapped the soft fabric around your eyes. He tied it tight around your head, but not too tight that it would hurt you.

With your vision gone, you suddenly felt more nervous. You felt completely powerless and, although you were now more nervous than before, you were also turned on by this feeling. It felt like Colson had complete control, and that made you tingle in a lower region.

His hands softly guided you back onto the bed before taking one of your hands in his. You felt a soft material wrap around your wrist, followed by the sound of a click; the fuzzy handcuffs Colson had bought. At first, you had laughed when you saw them. They were pink and extremely fuzzy, but Colson soon explained his reasoning behind it - regular metal handcuffs were surely going to hurt you, and that was the last thing he wanted.

He trapped another of your wrists in another set of handcuffs, leaving you completely helpless. You felt his soft lips kiss your neck as his hands began unbuttoning his button up shirt that you were wearing. He kissed over your exposed chest, giving special attention to each of your breasts. You moaned as you felt his tongue lap over your nipple painfully slow.

He continued down your body, leaving soft kisses on your stomach before his fingers looped around your underwear. You bucked your hips up to allow him to slip them down your legs. You whimpered as you felt his lips kiss over your thighs, getting dangerously close to the place you really wanted him.

He placed one kiss on your already dripping core before pulling away, causing you to let out an involuntary whine.

Colson chuckled at your desperation. “Have patience, baby girl.”

You listened to him shuffle for a while. You were longing to feel him touch you again. He had gotten you all worked up, you were dreading if he decided to leave you there all teased with no relief.

You felt a familiar pressure push against your opening. You gasped as Colson pushed himself into you painfully slow, allowing you to feel every inch of him as he filled you up.

His lips were against your neck again as he began to thrust, immediately picking up speed. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close and pressing his body closer against yours. His hips grinded into yours as his hands travelled down your body and cupped your ass.

You realized that having the blindfold on made everything feel so much better. Having your vision stripped away heightened your other senses, especially your sense of pleasure as Colson’s hips met yours. Pulling at the restraints around your wrists, you wanted nothing more than to dig your nails into Colson’s back as you cried out in pleasure.

You were definitely grateful that he had bought the cushioned handcuffs now.

You felt the familiar pressure starting to grow in your stomach as Colson’s thrusts became faster. You could feel him twitching inside of you, signaling that he was getting close to his own climax.

“I-I’m so cl-close,” you managed to stutter out through the cloud of pleasure that was in your head.

“Hold it, baby,” Colson whispered in your ear. “I’m close, too.”

It was hard to hold yourself back when you were so powerless against Colson’s hard thrusts, but you tried your best. When you felt his thrusts becoming more sloppy, you couldn’t contain yourself anymore. Your back arched involuntarily as you finally let yourself go, Colson hitting his own climax just seconds after.

He had his head buried in your neck, his muffled moans sending vibrations through your whole body. The two of you were breathing heavily against one another. You went to move your hands to hold Colson, forgetting for a moment that they were still bound together.

“Oh yeah,” Colson said, as if just remembering the bindings himself.

He slipped out of you and undid the handcuffs. An ache that you hadn’t felt before pulsated on your wrists, but it didn’t feel like a bad pain. Just a pleasant reminder of what had just happened.

As he began to untie the blindfold, Colson asked, “So, how was that?”

“Really good,” you admitted. “But also a little disappointing.”

Colson’s face was confused as he pulled the blindfold from your eyes. “Disappointing?”

“I liked the bondage, but you didn’t do much of the domination or the whipping and stuff. I feel like I didn’t get the whole experience.”

A mischievous smile came across Colson’s face as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down to lay next to him on the bed. “I promise next time I won’t hold anything back.”

You smiled and pointed to the list on the bedside table. Understanding your silent question, Colson rolled over to pick up the list and a pen and passed them to you. You added an arrow between BDSM and what was next on the list and added a new thing to try: “BDSM, but this time no mercy”.

Colson laughed upon reading it and held you tightly.

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Jojen Reed (Game of Thrones) Appearance Guide

Played by Thomas Brodie-Sangster

This list is relating to the HBO Max, US layout. This list contains Game of Thrones Spoilers since most of the episodes have descriptions. I may do a non-spoiler list in the future.

If I have missed any episodes, please comment below and I’ll add the episode. This does not include manga, books, video games, or movies. This also does not include mentions. Only appearances.

Season 3

S3E2 - The first appearance of Jojen. Jojen appears in front of Bran in a dream of Bran’s while he was trying to shot a crow with an arrow. Jojen then appears again later in the episode, in real life, when Bran and Osha were resting. Jojen quiets Summer when the wolf was continually growling at him, and his sister Meera, by simply letting Summer sniff his hand and looking him the eyes. Again, later in the show, Jojen is walking with Bran and the rest of them on a road. Jojen talks about the three eyed raven with Bran, and how Bran can get into Summers head while he’s dreaming. Jojen then says he will get better with practice, and tells him he’s a wrag. They also talk about Jojen and Meera’s father, and how their father told Bran about the rebellion, as well as saved Ned Stark during it.

S3E4 - Jojen helps Bran in his dream while he’s trying to get the three eyed crow. After the dream ends, he’s by the fire watching Bran wake up.

S3E6 - While Jojen is sleeping, he starts having a seizure, so Meera coaxs him through it, and explains to everyone that this happens when Jojen has visions. When he waked up, Jojen tells Bran he saw John Snow on the wrong side of the wall with enemies.

S3E7 - Osha gets mad at Jojen for telling Bran about what is happening to him, him having warg abilities, and for only sitting around talking with Bran instead of helping Osha and the others.

S3E9 - He’s sitting in the old windmill with the rest of the Bran “squad” XD. Just talking. Then, they see a bunch of riders (wildlings) on horses near the windmill. If only they knew, the wildlings are with Bran’s brother John Snow. Jojen instructs Bran how to use his warg powers like he just did by accident to keep Hodor quiet. Later in the episode, Jojen and the rest of Bran’s “squad” are still in the old windmill. Jojen explains to Bran that his warg powers are special, and that he shouldn’t be able to get into a person mind, but he did.

A/N - This episode makes me cry, and it has nothing to do with Jojen as to why 😭⬆️

S3E10 - Jojen, Hodor, and Meera listen to Bran’s horrific story about a man that served his guest the guests own son to eat (by making him into a pie). And how that man, the one that murdered his guests son, was cursed afterwards. Later in the episode, Jojen meets Sam and Gilly. Sam tried to convince Bran to come to Castle Black, but Jojen tells them he knows about the white walkers, and getting Bran north of the wall is too important to be afraid of the dangers north of the wall. Again, later, Jojen is there when Sam explains to everyone what the dragon glass is for.

Season 4

S4E2 - After Bran wakes up from being inside Summers body/mind, Jojen explains to him it’s not good to stay in Summers head for to long. Since he’ll forget everyone and everything he knows about being human. Then, they all walk until they find a tree with red leaves and a faces carved on it. One of the sacred trees.

S4E4 - While resting for the night, Jojen and the rest of them hear a baby cry. The baby that’s supposed to be a sacrifice for the white walkers. Jojen is starting to look very sick during this episode. To help save Summer and John Snow’s wolf Ghost, they all go to the camp that’s now over run by ex night watchers. While sneaking around, they get caught when Meera decided she doesn’t want to a part of the rescue and begins to leave. Jojen begins to have a vision seizure while one of the ex night watch are interrogating them.

S4E5 - While they are all tied up, Jojen tells Bran he can’t give up. He sees a vision of a special tree behind Bran, and says it’s waiting for him - that, “this isn’t the end.” A little later, the ex nights watch chain Meera up in chins while standing up. To try and save his sister, Jojen tells the men he can help him with his “sight.” But then, one man threatens Jojen with what they are going to do to his sister Meera. A little pissed by the threat, Jojen tells him he saw his bones after his death. They all think they’re getting saved by the nights watch, but instead one of the men is taking Bran. Luckily, that doesn’t happen since Bran uses his warg abilities on Hodor. Jojen then convinced Bran to not let John Snow know he’s there, so they can continue to go to the three eyed raven.

S4E10 - They all get to the three eyed raven’s tree. While walking to the cave that meets with the tree, a skeleton grabs onto Jojen’s leg, pulling him halfway into the ice. Meera tries to help, but as she gets the skeletons hold off of him, more skeletons come out of the ice. Meera, Jojen, and Hodor who’s being controlled by Bran, are fighting off the skeletons. At one point, while Jojen is on the ground, a skeleton repeatedly stabs him in the stomach. This is where he says his finale goodbyes to Meera, and she cuts his throat for a quick death. This is the last “living” scene of Jojen Reed.

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captain-josslett · 4 years ago

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Broken Melody - Part Twenty

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen, Part Fifteen, Part Sixteen, Part Seventeen, Part Eighteen, Part Nineteen...

Summary: Grammy Award winning Emma Danvers is the first to say she has a pretty good life. But what happens when it implodes around her and it looks like things will never be the same again?

Words: 5.8k+

Warnings: Angst, Fluff.

Pairings: Emma Danvers x Lena Luthor

This Part: Emma tries to work through everything and continues to struggle with not seeing her sisters.

So, so, sorry it’s been a while since updating. I’ve started a full time job and my mind just hasn’t been able to write 😅 But I do get to daydream when I work so I have loads of ideas stored away and hopefully will be able to update quicker.

Thank you for reading and let me know if you wanna be tagged or any general feedback will be greatly appreciated. Please! I like knowing your thoughts.

Taglist: @finleyfray, @life-is-hella-unfair, @natasha-danvers, @supergirl-writingz, @camslightstories, @thinking1bee, @aznblossom,

Ten year old Emma Danvers jumps awake when she hears a blood curdling scream. For a few moments she blinks into her dark room, confused at the noise that woke her. But when a softer wail fills the silence Emma quickly rolls out of bed. Recognising the cries coming from her recently adopted kryptonian sister, Kara.

Emma pads out of her small room and into the hallway, yawning and tiredly rubbing her eyes as she gently pushes Alex and Kara’s bedroom door open. Kara’s whimpering increases in volume as Emma enters the room. She softly closes the door behind her and quietly tiptoes over to Kara’s bed.

Emma sadly looks over at her oldest sister, Alex, who is turned away from the crying alien. Seemingly ignoring Kara’s pain. This annoys Emma greatly and the sisters have already argued over it. The blonde had even offered to swap rooms with Alex but the redhead stubbornly refused saying it was her room.

“Kara?” Emma whispers softly and waits for the crying figure to respond. Tearful blue eyes peer over the shaking duvet before quickly disappearing again.

Emma looks mournfully down at the other blonde as she thinks of ways to help her. After a few moments Emma lifts the corner of the covers and climbs into Kara’s bed. She gently reaches out and hugs Kara close, remembering how her Mom would comfort her after she’d have a bad dream.

Her new sister flinches slightly at the touch but soon Emma feels Kara settle and maneuver around to hug her back. The alien starts to shake as she tries to stifle her sobs into Emma’s shoulder.

Emma’s heart aches at the sound. She pulls her head back so she can see Kara’s face. The night light illuminates Kara’s flushed cheeks and bloodshot eyes. “No, it’s okay to cry. Mom said you get sick if you try to keep your tears in.” Emma tries to encourage the alien. Though she doesn’t know if Kara can fully understand her yet. However, Kara’s face scrunches up and fresh tears fall.

“It’s okay.” Emma says soothingly while stroking her hair.

“S-s-sing?” Kara gulps out and buries her head back into Emma’s little shoulder.

“Which one?” Emma asks softly and Kara thinks for a moment but shakes her head as she sniffs heavily. “Okay.” Emma purses her lips forward as she thinks about the other songs she has sung to Kara. “I got it.”

Somewhere over the rainbow, Way up high, There’s a land that I’ve heard of, Once in a lullaby.

Emma immediately feels Kara relaxing as she continues to quietly sing. The sisters had recently watched ‘The Wizard of Oz’ with Kara because Emma wanted to show her new sister one of her favourite films. The alien had truly been fascinated with the movie and Emma couldn’t help but watch Kara’s reactions to certain parts. How Kara’s face lit up when Dorthy opened the door to a world of colour or how freaked out Kara got when the Wicked Witch appeared in a plume of red smoke and disappearing in a blaze of fire.

Somewhere over the rainbow, Bluebirds fly, Birds fly over the rainbow, Why then oh why can’t I?

As Emma nears the end of the song Kara’s sobs start to die down, being replaced with shuddering breaths. The twelve year old alien clings tightly to the little human, the pressure hurts Emma slightly but she knows Kara doesn’t mean to hurt her and she is not use to her super strength yet.

Emma stares over at Alex’s back. Not knowing if the redhead was awake or asleep. But Emma guesses she is awake by how she is breathing. Silently Emma hopes her oldest sister will come around to Kara.

Yes it had been a shock when Superman brought his older, but now younger, alien cousin to them but Emma was overcome with curiosity and intrigue over the other blonde. She tried to communicate with the alien and found a way through hand gestures and persistence. Repeating words for Kara and pointing items out. Mainly important things like water, food, Star Wars and everything a ten year old finds important. Once Eliza found Emma talking to the Kryptonian about the different plants and vegetables in the garden and Kara patiently listened. Fascinated by the texture of the leaves and the words Emma was saying. Both missing the scowling glare Alex was giving them from her bedroom window.

Emma then presented the wooden swords her dad had made. Giving Kara Alex’s and demonstrating how to sword fight. Soon the two blonde’s were giggling while twirling around and bashing each other’s swords. Until Alex furiously stormed over to them and took her sword away from Kara. Grumbling it was hers and she was going to break it. Jeremiah immediately set to work making Kara one of her own. Which the two blonde’s watched with tilted heads.

But when Jeremiah told them to go play and leave him to concentrate Emma took Kara back into the house, trying to figure out more things to show her new sister. She had already displayed her seashell collection, which Kara analysed deeply and Emma noticed a crinkle appearing between the other blonde’s eyebrows.

Emma looks around the house and her eyes fall on her art supplies. Making Kara jump when she claps her hands together in excitement.

“I hope you like art! Alex doesn’t really, which is sad but she likes her own things. Like reading. Reading is okay but I much prefer doing something.” Emma smiles at Kara who smiles politely. “Have a seat.” Emma points at the dining room table and Kara complies. The ten year old then pulls out all of her art supply to show Kara. She watched as the alien’s blue eyes lit up behind her glasses.

“Did you do art on Krypton?” Emma asks, happy that she may have found something Kara enjoys.

Kara nods and the pair quietly sit for hours as they draw and paint. Emma didn’t mind Kara using most of the red paint and was pleased she thought of a good idea.

She hardly sees Alex, seemingly too moody that she wasn’t the centre of attention in the Danvers household anymore. Keeping to herself and barely talking to her baby sister.

Weeks turned into months and slowly Alex seemed to warm up to the new addition to the family. Especially when Kara defended Emma against a group of bullies. Standing with her little sister and ready to defend her. Alex marched over and stood next to her side, ready to punch any bully in the face that hurts either of her sisters. This was the moment Kara uttered her family motto, explaining they were stronger together.

The three started to become closer over time and would regularly be found in the forest by their home playing and having adventures.

On one such occasion a fifteen year old Alex and twelve year old Emma teamed up together as heroes to try and take down the evil villain that was destroying their town of Midvale.

“Psfft I don’t see the target. Over.” Emma quietly talks into the walkie talkie and holds her wooden sword tightly in her other hand.

“Please tell me you did not just make the static noise?” Alex laughs while rolling her eyes.

“Ah come on Al! Plus you need to say over. Over.”

“Fine.” Alex sasses back. “Over.” The redhead continues to look around, listening intently for the fourteen year old Kara. Having a sneaky suspicion that her alien sister was using her powers. Which was against the rules.

“Psttf I have an idea. Over” Emma’s voice whispers out from the walkie talkie.

“And what is that?” Alex responds quickly. “Over.”

“What if we do what that guy did in that movie. Over.”

“Vague… We watch loads of movies dork.” Alex rolls her eyes again at her little sister’s comment. She twirls her bow in her hand as she waits for Emma’s response.

“You know he sacrifices himself. Draws the evil guy out and gives the hero a chance to defeat them. Over.”

“Not a bad idea. Especially if you are the bait.” Alex chuckles and shakes her head. “Over.”

“Let’s do it by the fallen tree in the clearing? You can hide and I’ll call for her. Over.” Alex smirks at the excitement within Emma’s voice.

“Sure Peanut. Over.”

Alex quietly jogs to the huge fallen tree. Constantly on the lookout for Kara. But her adopted alien sister is nowhere to be seen. As Alex approaches the clearing she sees Emma step out of the other end and start to look around. Their eyes immediately connect, as if Emma could sense where she was and Alex quickly hides within some bushes and waits. Readying her bow and arrow. Making sure the arrow was a dummy that would only sting Emma slightly if she got in the way.

Emma waits for Alex to get into position and cups her hands over her mouth, yelling loudly. “Kara?! Hey Kara!” She waits and soon enough a blur appears before her. “Hey! You used your powers!”

“Well as a villain of course I would!” Kara bites back slyly with a grin.

“You really are evil!” Emma gasps dramatically, raising a hand to her chest.

“And when I am finished with you I will hunt your sister down and hurt her! And your little dog too!” Kara slowly takes a few menacing steps towards Emma who stands her ground.

“No! Not Alex and Toto!” Emma’s eyes fill with tears. Alex is always blown away that her baby sister can cry on demand and would often use her sister’s talent to get extra treats from their Mom or sitter.

“Little one?” Kara asks, concerned enough to break character.

“They are fake, keep going! You’re doing really well!” Emma gives Kara a smile before filling her eyes with tears again. “You will never get away with this!” Emma yells dramatically, pointing at Kara.

‘Give her the damn Oscar!’ Alex thinks with a smile as she watches the blonde’s.

Kara nods and puts a sly smirk back on her face. “But I already have!”

“No! You will never win! Good always defeats evil, you piece of bantha fodder!”

Alex snorts at Emma’s Star Wars reference and readies herself, knowing she’ll need to spring out at any moment.

“How dare you insult me! Me the mistress of all evil! You are nothing but the dirt on the bottom of my shoe!” Kara yells as she reaches for her wooden sword. Emma circles around so Kara’s back is to their eldest sister. “Now prepare to meet your doom!”

“Not if I can help it!” Alex suddenly appears behind them and fires her bow and arrow at the blonde. Hitting Kara’s right shoulder where it harmlessly falls to the ground.

“No! Ow!” Kara screams and collapses to her knees. “Damn you!” She coughs comically and falls to the floor.

Emma snorts and places a hand over her mouth.

“Emma! It’s rude to mock the dead.” Alex scolds her little sister.

“Sorry.” The blonde tries to wipe the smile off her face and make her expression natural.

“Who says I’m dead?” Kara’s muffled voice pipes up from the ground.

“Well the arrow would have been made out of a substance that could kill you and due to my excellent marksmanship it went through your heart. Killing you instantly.” Alex explains as she twirls the bow around.

Kara lifts her head up and smirks at the redhead. “You hit me in the right shoulder. My heart is on the left dummy.”

Emma snorts again which erupts into loud laughter when Alex glares at her. “Great shooting Alex!”

“Which means… Sneak attack!” Kara yells while pulling Emma onto the floor and starts tickling her.

“Nooo!!” Emma screams with laughter and tries to get out of her sister’s grip. “Please! Stop! Argh! Alex! Help!”

The redhead watches the pair with amusement before stepping in. “I’ll help you!” Alex yells theatrically. But instead of aiding Emma she joins in with Kara.

“Traitor!” Emma gasps out. “You’re… My sister!”

“And? Maybe I purposefully aimed for Kara’s right shoulder to take down the real villain!”

“Dun dun dunnnnn!” Kara laughs out as she continues ticking the thrashing blonde.

“Please stop! I’m gonna pee!” Tears of laughter stream down Emma’s face and the sisters finally stop their attack.

Alex smirks at her baby sister as Emma wipes the tears from her face, the redhead then looks up at the sky. “It’s getting late, we better head back.” She stands to her feet and holds out her hands for her sisters to take, helping Kara and Emma stand. The sister’s turn towards home and walk together in unison, laughing and joking together. Ready to take on the world.

-- -- --

Present day Emma stares out of the DEO window while plucking at her guitar while her mind wanders through her memories with her sisters. Though she can’t really remember the time before Kara came. To her Kara has always been there.

Slowly her mind starts to filter through the session she had with Alistair. They had worked on her fuzzy memories of the attack. How they are slowly coming back into focus but seemingly her brain was protecting her by blocking most of it out. Emma had projected the hurtful words spoken by her sisters that Emma does remember. That a part of her believes making her insecurities bubble up to the surface.

Lily, Alistair’s white german shepherd, had almost instantly jumped up on Emma’s bed and placed her head in Emma’s lap. Staying there throughout the session. Helping to ground Emma and when she got emotional or experienced a flashback, Lily had been a comforting presence.

A noise by Emma’s open door draws her attention away from the window. Standing in the hall was a transfixed Winn with Brainy and Nia behind him.

Emma smirks and waves at the trio. Stopping the music seemingly snaps them out of their trance.

“Hi Em.” Winn smiles brightly as he approaches one of the chairs around Emma’s bed. Emma returns his smile but it is more subdued. “You okay?” He frowns at the blonde, noticing her lack of a smile. He places the food container on the tray table by Emma and she nods while pulling the table closer to her. Her smile brightens slightly when she sees the sausages, vegetables and mash potato.

“Doctor Hamilton said you can start trying some form of solid foods and as I know you like that British restaurant down the road we thought lunch could be a bit more international.”

‘So the Tai food the other day wasn’t international enough for you?’ Emma wants to say but doesn’t write it down. Instead letting out a breathy snort as she starts cutting into the food.

“Oh yea Doc also said to cut it up real small. Chew lots before swallowing” Winn lists off the instructions Doctor Hamilton had told him while opening his container. Watching as Emma nods in response. “Enjoy your bangers and mash!”

Emma lets out a breathy laugh, remembering the weird names the Brits call their food. ‘Spotted Dick’ being her favourite by far. Not believing they would call a fruit, sponge dessert by that name, but had been proved wrong when the amused waiter brought the pudding out for Emma to try. Despite the very off putting name, Emma thoroughly enjoyed it. Almost having to fight off her bandmates to eat all of it in peace.

“Have you been to the UK Winn?” Nia asks, filling the silence.

“Yea I have. Both future and present.”

Emma lifts an eyebrow in response. Wondering what life is like in the future and being frustrated that Winn was keeping so tight lipped about it all.

“Awesome! I haven’t yet but it’s on my bucket list.” Nia replies enthusiastically, a longing look fills her eyes.

“Did you know the British public consume over sixty billion cups of tea a year. Around 100 million each day.” Brainy chimes into the conversation, causing Nia and Winn to gape at him about the statistic.

Emma continues to listen to her friends talking. Wishing she could join in and tell them about her time in the UK. But also being aware of how painfully slow conversation flows when she has to write everything down.

Sighing deeply Emma shoves more food in her mouth. Thankful that Winn chose something she enjoys. To be fair Emma likes anything. Other than Marmite… A disgusting yeast spread that half of Brits like. One of her stage managers in the UK dared Emma to try it. Making the blonde gag and causing her to drink loads of water to get rid of the horrible taste in her mouth.

“Emma?” Nia calls out, breaking Emma’s train of thought. “You’ve been to the UK many times right?” Emma nods. “Have you seen the Queen?” Emma nods again.

“What when?” Winn asks with a mouthful of food and his eyebrows almost up to his hairline.

Emma quietly sighs and grabs her notebook, keenly aware of the silence in the room as she writes.

‘The Royal Variety Performance.’

“Ah yea!” Nia smiles remembering the video she found on youtube after Kara first told her about Emma. She had been transfixed by Axis’ music and Emma’s performance. Singing a powerful ballad that moved the brunette to tears. Nia had spent hours upon hours going through Axis’ social media and debated about whether to send Emma a friend request. The brunette had squealed loudly when Emma had accepted and immediately messaged her,

A knock stops Nia from asking more questions as Emma looks over to see Lucy standing awkwardly by the door. Emma can’t help but shift uncomfortably in the bed, hoping Lucy has calmed down from earlier this morning.

“Don’t worry, I’m not here to yell at you.” Lucy says as if she has read Emma’s mind. “May I come in?”

Emma nods before turning back to her meal. Though she feels like she has lost her appetite.

Lucy glances at the three friends who give her looks of encouragement as she cautiously approaches Emma’s bed, watching the blonde push her food around.

“Can I sit here?” Lucy points to the end of the bed and Emma nods without looking up at her. Lucy lowers onto the bed and takes a deep breath. “So, I’m sorry about earlier. I overreacted when I found out you were missing and you are like a sister to me and I got so scared-” Lucy lifts a hand to her head trying to find the words to how terrified she had felt when Emma wasn’t in her room or in the building. She immediately rushed down to the cells but when there was no sign of Emma anywhere the brunette really panicked.

A hand grasps her knee and Lucy’s green eyes snap up to Emma’s. “Sorry.” Lucy breathes out and Emma gives her a timid smile. “So, we also need to discuss the next steps. Mainly the timeline of your recovery because we cannot disclose the Phoenix serum.”

Emma nods and leans back against the bed.

“How long would this timeline be?” Winn asks with a frown.

“We are trying to not make it overly long. Doctor Hamilton did say wounds like Emma’s would have taken at least 3 months to heal fully and she’d be bed bound for a while.”

“But Emma isn’t bed bound.” Nia blinks in confusion. “Would Emma need to stay here?”

“Or in her apartment.” Lucy looks at the blonde mournfully, who deeply swallows in response. Not liking the sound of that at all. Not feeling at all ready to go back to the apartment. Even after J’onn had told her a crew had made it good as new, with no evidence of the incident.

“There would be a huge media frenzy if any photos come out of you like this. The world thinks you can barely open your eyes and hardly move due to the amount of broken bones you have.”

Alarm fills Emma and she quickly grabs her notebook to write.

‘Robyn?!’

“Ah yea. I had her sign a NDA.” Lucy rolls her eyes. “She was annoyingly persistent. I thought you hated each other?” Emma shakes her head and lets out a breathy chuckle. “Jack isn’t far behind, though I’m trying to hold him off for as long as possible.”

Relief starts to filter in and Emma nods before starting to write again. She bites the inside of her lip at the thought of returning back to her apartment. Not sure she’s ready or even wants to go back there.

‘How do you propose we move forward?’ She holds the pad up and watches her friend’s face as she reads.

Lucy hesitates slightly before unlocking her tablet to bring up the timeline. “We will need to stage photos and videos showing your recovery and release them at the right time.” Lucy looks down at her notes. “We do have some already but I’d be happier if we do more.”

Emma glumly sighs causing Lucy to glance back up at her.

“I’m sorry Em but we need to do this to keep the media off our backs. J’onn and I had hoped it would have died down but everyone is still up in arms about what happened.”

Emma’s expression morphs into one of shock and disbelief. She quickly writes one word before showing the lawyer.

‘Why?’

“Because those that listen to your music feel a powerful connection towards you. Even though they have not met you or know you personally.” Brainy explains simply.

“And the attack has brought your music to the attention of more people.” Winn points out.

“Tell me about it.” Lucy says exasperatedly and runs a hand through her hair. “I had a three hour debate with your record label as they want to release the work you’ve done on your new album. Even the covers you’ve been sending Lena.”

Emma immediately shakes her head quickly at the idea. Causing a ringing in her ears.

“Yea I told them they can shove it.” Lucy agrees and quickly takes a piece of sausage from Emma’s container. Almost getting her hand stabbed from Emma’s fork.

Emma playfully glares at the brunette and Lucy sticks her tongue out before popping the meat into her mouth. Emma shakes her head and starts writing.

‘So I will be under house arrest?’

“I’m afraid so.” Lucy says softly, causing Emma’s shoulders to slump and her expression becomes sullen.

“I may be able to help with that.” Winn pipes up, causing Emma and Lucy to stare at him. “I, with Brainy and Lena’s help, could develop a face modifier. That way Emma can move around freely and not disrupt the timeline.”

“That could work.” Lucy squints her eyes as she considers the idea.

“May help Alex and Kara to know Emma is moving around too. I’ve never seen them so broken, I mean poor Alex, you would have thought Kelly would have stood by her and not run away-” Nia comments passionately and Emma freezes.

Horror fills Emma's whole body. She remembers Alex telling her the morning before the attack that she and Kelly were having problems but Emma never imagined Kelly would leave Alex like this. Especially with what her sister is going through.

Immediately Emma leaps out of bed and sprints to the door. She needs to see her sisters. Her heart aches knowing they are both in pain. That they are broken.

“Emma?!” Her friends yells fill the hallway as they chase after her. Agents seemingly appear ahead of her but the blonde easily sidesteps them. Using the training Alex had taught her in self defence.

As soon as she reaches the end of the corridor the blonde slides into the wall and repeatedly slams her hand on the elevator button. When it becomes obvious the doors won’t open quick enough she dashes towards the door to the stairs. Her determination gives her tunnel vision and she ignores those around her.

Until someone leaps on her back.

“Emma stop!” Lucy yells as she clings to Emma, wrapping her arms and legs around the blonde. Halting Emma from leaving the floor. “I’m sorry but they aren’t ready to see you. I’m so sorry.”

Emma tries to get Lucy off her back but the brunette has too good a grip. The blonde heaves in heavy breaths and her face scrunches up as she starts to silently cry. She longs to hold her sisters. To reassure them they are okay.

A ping announces an elevator has arrived. Emma turns her head to gaze longingly at it but feels Lucy’s grip tighten around her chest.

“Emma please.”

The blonde watches mournfully as the doors close.

When it becomes apparent that Emma won’t be running down to the cells Lucy slides off her back.

The brunette sadly looks at the tears streaming down her friend’s face. Placing a gentle hand on Emma’s shoulder Lucy guides her back to the room.

“Emma.” Nia squeaks out with wide eyes as she walks with the pair. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t think-”

The blonde reaches out and squeezes Nia’s hand. Giving her a barely there smile which Nia returns with an encouraging one of her own.

Emma re-enters the room and sits heavily on her bed. Staring out of the window.

“Em?” Winn asks softly, causing Emma to slightly move her head and focus on him. “Are you gonna finish that?” Winn points at the half eaten food.

Emma shakes her head before turning back to the window. She ignores the yelp of pain from Winn when Lucy slaps his arm as he reaches out for the discarded food. Purposefully tuning out the conversation in the room.

Instead, focusing on the world outside of the DEO. The airplanes that zoom across the sky, the birds that flutter past the window and settle on the sill. The traffic down an avenue she can see. Anything to try and keep her mind from acknowledging the pain she’s feeling. The thoughts that are screaming in her mind about her sisters.

“-ma?” Winn’s voice breaks through as she recognises he’s calling out to her. Slowly she turns to look at him. “We’re going back to work. I- er- left your food.”

Emma looks down at the tray and sees that Winn hasn’t touched it. She nods and lifts the right corner of her mouth slightly to show her appreciation.

Emma eyes flick to Nia as she cautiously approaches her. “Can I give you a hug?” Emma nods and opens her arms. Nia immediately dives into them. “Message me if you need me.” Emma nods again and squeezes the superhero. When Nia steps back Winn is already there with his arms open, waiting for a hug. Making Emma voicelessly snort.

“Ah come on!” Winn whines and Emma motions for him to hug her. He does immediately and Emma can’t help but feel more of her anxiety melt away. “If you need anything just give a shout.” Winn says as he pulls away. Emma raises an eyebrow at him and can’t help but smile at the look of horror that comes across his face. Especially when Brainy, Nia and Lucy lower their heads into their hands. “Em. I’m so sorry I-”

Emma immediately lifts a hand to his lips, silencing him. Thankfully he complies, instead gaping at her like a goldfish.

“See you later Emma.” Brainy nods at her before quickly leaving the room, already analysing his tablet at ideas for a face modifier. Nia forcefully grabs Winn’s hand and pulls him out with her.

“I can stay if you want me to?” Lucy asks as she hovers by the bed and massages her shoulder.

Emma is tempted to shake her head but instead she nods. Not wanting to be alone right now.

“Okay great!” Lucy beams at her. “Do you want to do anything? I mean I have work I can be doing but I can watch a film with you or we could play a card game? Chess?”

Emma looks over at the chessboard on the coffee table by the sofa. Lena had brought it in to give Emma something else to do. But the board is currently being taken up by an intense game the girlfriends were playing. Emma reaches for her notebook and writes a response.

‘Lena will immediately say she’s won if we mess the board up.’

“Ah! We can’t have that!” Lucy jokes and sits on the end of Emma’s bed. Her expression becomes sombre as she studies the blonde closely and Emma stares right back. “Are you okay?”

Emma looks between Lucy’s questioning green eyes and slowly shakes her head.

Lucy reaches out and gently holds Emma’s hand. “I’m here if you want to discuss it.”

Emma’s eyes start to glisten with tears and she wipes at them in exasperation.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Lucy grabs Emma’s hand to halt her rubbing. “It’s okay to cry. God knows I’m done my fair share recently.”

Emma tilts her head and frowns slightly.

“What?” Lucy mirrors Emma’s expression. The blonde lets go of Lucy’s hand and starts writing.

‘What do you mean?’

“About what?” Lucy asks, confusion written across her face.

‘What have you been crying about?’

“About you! And Alex and Kara! This whole shit show!” Lucy says bitterly and watches Emma move her pen to paper. “And don’t even think about writing that you are not worth my tears cause you fucking are!”

Emma eyes’s snap up to Lucy’s and her mouth drops open. She was going to write exactly that.

“I’m right aren’t I?”

Emma shuts her mouth and shakes her head.

“Bull.” Lucy narrows her eyes. “Have you forgotten I am a lawyer? And a damn good one at that?”

Emma smiles sadly and looks down to write. ‘Yea you are. Frustratingly so.’

“Unless I’m the one defending you right?” Lucy raises an eyebrow and Emma nods, her smile turning more genuine. “So, do you wanna write about it? You don’t have to, I just-” Lucy hesitates, sighing deeply as she chooses her words. “I worry about you and I wish I could make everything better.”

‘I know.’

“You totally wrote that with Han Solo in mind didn’t you?”

Emma lets out a breathy snort and Lucy laughs loudly.

“You're such a nerd.” Lucy teases and Emma just shrugs. But her smile fades and the blonde gazes down at the paper as she thinks about her sisters. “Em?”

Emma takes a breath and starts writing. Lucy watches her and the expressions Emma makes as she scribbles her thoughts down. In these moments Lucy really misses Emma’s voice and her anger bubbles up at whoever did this to her friend. But before Lucy’s anger simmers up anymore Emma turns the notepad around.

‘I just feel so helpless. We’ve always done everything together and I’m happy they have each other but I want to be there with them. Dad always joked we were like a three legged stool. When one of us wasn’t at home we almost couldn’t function. I get what you are saying that they aren’t ready to see me... But I just miss them so much.’

“Aw Em.” Lucy says sympathetically after she reads. Her eyes flick back up to Emma’s. “It will get better. I know that doesn’t help right now. But, it will.”

Emma nods and leans back against the bed.

“So, what do you want to do?”

‘Okay if I paint?’

“Of course it is! I’ll just work here on my tablet.” Lucy smiles reassuringly at Emma and hops off the bed. She pauses and turns back around to Emma. “Hug?”

Emma smiles and opens her arms. Lucy wraps her arms around the blonde and tries to convey how much she cares for her in it.

After Lucy sits in a chair to work she can’t help but watch how Emma morphs into her creative mode. How the blonde focuses solely on what she’s doing with her paint brush. The way Emma’s eyes squint and her tongue slightly pokes out to the side.

Lucy smiles and tries to concentrate on her own work. Leaving the pair in peaceful silence.

-- -- --

Many hours later there is a knock on the door. Lucy glances up as Lena and Sam enter the room.

“Hi!” Lucy greets the friends happily and turns to look at Emma. The blonde is still so busy with what she’s doing she hasn’t noticed the new arrivals.

It’s only when Emma cleans her brushes, happy with what she’s done, does she sense Lena’s presence in the room. She quickly looks up towards the sofa where Lena, Sam and Lucy are sitting. Seemingly halting their conversation as the trio notice Emma’s focus on them. Lena can’t help but greet her girlfriend with a beaming smile.

“Hi love.” Lena says while standing and approaches the blonde. Emma waves at her but gives her a questioning look. “I didn’t want to disturb you.” Lena gracefully sits on the bed next to Emma and softly kisses the blonde’s lips. “You were so engrossed in what you were doing.”

“Sorry.”

“No don’t be! I’m glad you are painting.” Lena smiles reassuringly at her girlfriend. Her smiles then morphs into a shy one. “I- er- got you something.”

Emma tilts her head and her eyes bulge when Lena lifts a huge bouquet of flowers up. Having not noticed them when the raven haired beauty walked in or when she came over to the bed.

“Wow!” Emma signs and she reaches out to touch a red rose. Feeling the softness of the petal and admiring the colour.

“The florist told me the roses mean love, obviously. The baby breath is everlasting love. The-” Lena pauses as she tries to remember the meaning of the other flowers. Emma starts kissing her cheek making Lena beam and lean into them. “Em! I’m trying to think!” Emma pulls away and rests her chin on Lena’s shoulder. “So, the daisies are my love is pure and the tulips all have different meanings, the red being eternal love, the orange desire and passion, yellow happiness and sunshine and the cream tulips-” Lena gently moves her girlfriend’s head so she can gaze deeply into Emma’s slightly bloodshot eyes. “I will love you forever.”

She watches as Emma melts and her eyes glisten with tears. The blonde tilts her head and slowly leans towards her girlfriend. Lena copies her and they gently kiss but before they can deepen it further and noise fills the room.

“Blurgh!” Lucy yells out, pretending to heave. Emma furiously pulls away and flips her off. Glaring at the brunette before turning back to her girlfriend.

“Thank you. I love them.”

“I’m glad.” Lena smirks at the blonde and Emma carefully places the bouquet on the tray table. Making sure not to knock any of the other stuff on there. “So, how's your head?”

“Haven’t had any complaints yet.” Emma signs cheekily and Lena roars with laughter.

“What did she say?” Sam looks between the two girlfriends, wanting to know why Lena reacted the way she did.

“Haven’t had any complaints yet.” Lena responds while continuing to laugh, causing the two brunettes to join in with her and Emma just smiles happily at them as she snuggles into her girlfriend.

(Part Twenty One)

#supergirl #supergirl tv #supergirl imagine #supergirl fanfic #supergirl baby danvers #lena luthor x baby danvers #lena luthor imagine #alex danvers x baby danvers #alex danvers imagine #kara danvers x baby danvers #kara danvers imagine #baby danvers #b!d

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kreidewaltz · 4 years ago

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reminisce at three am | i.h.

pairing. iwaizumi hajime x f!reader

about. you couldn’t help but think about the future in a negative way. but iwaizumi and his kisses are there to remind you that everything you think isn’t going to happen.

word count. 1.3k

genre & warnings. fluff. comfort. insecure!reader. established relationship. detailed kissing scenes.

author’s note. first one shot posted! ah i’m happy and excited. finally edited it <3 huge thanks to @mindfulvenus for giving me tips and suggestions <3 a reminder that reblogs > likes because i get so happy when you give me a feedback and it helps me when you rb :DD

“what’s wrong, baby?” his low and raspy voice made your heart beat quick against your chest and you hesitantly turn around to face your boyfriend. brushing your hair behind your ear as he pulls you closer, his calloused yet warm hand resting on your waist.

“i..i can’t sleep.” guilt bubbling on your chest because he’s awake when he should be sleeping. tomorrow is his rest day and you couldn’t help but get guilty for breaking his sleep.

you rest your hand on his shoulder and clench his shirt. he noticed your beautiful eyes looked different— instead of happiness and sparkles fill your eyes, worry and sadness are there. he lean a little closer until your noses brush, embracing your warmth and listen to each other’s steady heartbeats.

“can you tell me now, princess?” his thumb running over your cheek as he observes you flutter your eyes open. your conscious melting at his gentle voice and careful actions. the atmosphere is comforting even though the lights are off. the lonely moon hanging on the sky providing minimum light.

“y-you know about the movie we watched? a few weeks ago, i guess.” whispering in the night to not disturb anyone. growing flustered as you stare in hajime’s olive eyes focused on your face. he subtly nodded as you loosely thread your fingers on his, wanting to feel him everywhere even if your bodies are close.

“the break up, you remember haji?” his nose scrunched up as he recalls the movie because you’ve invited him to watch romantic movies made two decades ago. a chuckle slipping out from you as you observe him, looking adorable when he is deep in thought.

“is that the one where they fought over who will own the condo?” his voice faltering at the end, not sure if he remembers it correctly. you nodded, leaning your head onto the soft pillow, getting embarrassed in what you have in mind— you backing out on the last minute.

“no, no it’s a stupid thought, haji."

you couldn’t even look at him because you’re flustered. you couldn’t possibly tell him that you got insecure over an old movie, that you’re worried because sometimes love isn’t powerful enough.

“the day we’ll get married will be the best day of our lives, but soon we will get sick of each other— seeing each other’s faces after a long day doesn’t make the fatigue go away, instead it grows more, and fighting over the small things. i..i don’t want that.”

"that’s not true, baby.” snapping out of your train of thought when his voice brought you back, furrowing your brows as you process your boyfriend’s reply. eyes widening, slapping your hand over your mouth as he presses a kiss on your temple. he uses his other hand to ruffle your hair as you groan, because you got distracted.

"your thoughts are valid, don’t be afraid to tell them to me. i’ll listen.” he murmurs against you while he runs his thumb on your bottom lip. your mouth curving to a small, forced smile and tighten your hold on his hand. his reply makes you feel relieved and safe but the voices in your head don’t stop and it doubles your fear of the future- to the point you want to run away.

“hey, look at me.” shifting against the bed as he gets on top of you, your eyes getting teary from your thoughts. before you could wipe the tears under your eyes, he does it while he whispers ‘you’re so great’ and ‘you’re all i need’. his left hand slips under your shirt and runs his hand repeatedly on your waist to distract you from your thoughts.

his heart clenches while looking at you and knowing your thoughts. he doesn’t blame you, he’d punch himself if he thinks that. the best thing he can do is be there and constantly remind you that he loves you. silence surrounds the both of you before his lips ever so slowly brushing against yours- the only lips he’ll kiss until he’s breathless.

“kiss me, hajime.” he instantly captures his lips with yours after hearing you. your eyes shutting as you kiss him back slowly, your hands sliding on his hair which made him groan. euphoria and comfort are clouding your head, making you smile while kissing. parting your lips to let his tongue explore your cavern, tilting your head to deepen the kiss you never want to end.

his left hand pulling your body upwards, desperate to feel your body against his. hajime’s reminder for you that the body you have is the only one he will cherish forever. your tongues are swirling against each other as your lungs are tightening, calling for oxygen but neither of you stop.

“n-no, kiss me more.” frustration lacing on your voice while he chuckles on your reaction, admiring your swollen lips and the blush on your face painted gracefully. panting for a moment to catch your breath, his hand rubbing on your cheek as you lean into his palm, finding comfort in his warm hands.

“make me forget about it, haji.” you whisper before he pulls you into a kiss once again, your legs wrapping around his waist loosely. he doesn’t mind that you’re pulling him closer as his swollen lips tug on your bottom lip- a quiet, breathy moan leaving your mouth. feeling his smirk against the sweet kiss made you feel on cloud nine, a feeling he could only do.

tugging on his dark brown hair hard as he couldn’t stop the groan leaving his mouth. you take the opportunity by slipping your tongue on his mouth. bliss and euphoria clouded your mind, just because of kissing passionately at three in the morning, the lights off.

“fuck.” he cusses as he see the saliva connecting your lips, his mind getting hazy and prideful at your breathless state. his heart swells with happiness as a small, genuine grin forms on your beautiful face.

using his thumb and index finger to make you focus on him- which was difficult on your part. since his hair is messier, his eyes are filled with adoration and desire. his red and puffy lips you want to kiss again, and again.

"baby, you’re a great person, always helping me in the morning. bringing my lunch on work, cooking my favorite and giving me a massage. and… get possessive over me when others are looking, hell you’re attractive.” he starts as he brushes your noses like a feather— gentle yet ticklish.

“with your flaws, i’ll still stay, flaws are a normal thing. if you are insecure about them, i’ll be here to remind you that it is normal to have them. besides, you’re still pretty, right?” he added, making you chuckle as he leans on your side to peck your cheek. he always does this, pecking your face and keeping you close to him.

usually you overthink the little things in life and always assume the worst in the future. it is why the movie created those thoughts for you when it should be just for fun and heartbreak. it’s like you’re in a cage and the key is nowhere to be found.

“baby, i love you. with all my heart.” looking at him through your lashes, his words hitting you like an arrow that went through your heart, the chain around your heart breaking. hajime’s words making you wonder how lucky you are to have him. this made you emotional and the negative thoughts vanished from the kiss and his words of affirmation.

meeting him changed those for you. he’s supporting you, helping you grow better as a person. being patient on your mood swings and buying you food at ungodly hours. he stayed despite the petty fights you caused. he loves you even though you have imperfections. he reassures you and gives you kisses at three am because of your worries. that’s why you can’t help but say-

“i... i love you more, hajime.”

#iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi oneshot #iwaizumi angst #haikyu!! x reader #hq!!reader #iwaizumi hajime oneshot #iwaizumi hajime scenario #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi scenario #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi fluff #haikyuu scenario #haikyuu headcanons #iwaizumi imagine #[✰] kei7ime works

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clockworkgraystairs · 4 years ago

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There is no such thing as vampires #1 || Jurdan AU

Jurdan Smut Week 2020 • DAY 2

The prompt was technically dagger play...it didn’t really worked that way but HEY more smut! (vampire smut cough)

@jurdannet @jurdannetrevels

Rating: E (no I don’t mean ‘everyone’)

Warnings: Explicit content, mentions of blood, some biting (it’s a vampire au c’mon), swear words (just in case)

Summary:

Behind me stands a tall, slender man dressed in black trousers and one of those puffy white shirts men always use in period TV dramas. Raven curls frame the sharp angles of his face and his pale skin resembles marble. I stare at him unsure if my eyes widen because of the scare or how good looking he is. Maybe both.

His lips curve as if he finds my reaction somehow satisfying.

Extra comments: Just because I’m extra af, I’ll leave you the ambience music videos I listened while writing this. In case you’d like to hear them while reading:

Rain in a forest at night - Haunted Mansion/rain/thunder/wind - Narnia Lullaby

Written for: @slightlyrebelliouswriter23 MA’AM AS ALWAYS THANK YOU FOR ALL THE HELP AND SUPPORT, FOR BETAING THIS UNENDING PIECE AND FOR HELPING ME CRAFTING THE IDEA FOR IT! ❤️

Part 1 || Part 2

Masterlist • AO3

“Please tell me again why are we doing this?” I ask for the third time, leaning to rest my head on my sister’s shoulder. We bounce as the uncomfortable van we travel in turns to a cobbled path, leading us deeper into the woods.

“Because,” Vivi hisses back. “Your little brother is currently in his Twilight-obsession phase, and he just broke up with his girlfriend so we’re trying to cheer him up!”

“He’s 9! And they lasted like, what? Four hours?”

In that moment, Oak turns violently from the front seat, scowling at me. “First of all Jude, we were together two full days ok? She was the love of my life and suddenly she’s not sure about us anymore? Now I shall never find love again! I might have to become a priest. I expect a little consideration.”

Vivi ruffles his hair affectionately. “We absolutely understand, your sister here doesn’t have an ounce of romance in her veins but of course she supports the cause.”

That said, he returns to his place. I bite my lip hard, trying not to laugh. Typical Oak. I love my brother I really do, even if half of the time I can’t understand his dramatic outbursts.

Sighing, I stare through the window, to the heavy clouds gathering on top of us. Great. We are probably far away from the highway by now, nothing more than trees, rocks and occasional wild animals around. For some reason, our father had thought that there was no better way of fixing a kid’s broken heart than going on a quest in search of legends and hidden castles.

The thing is that apparently, it works. Instead of an incessant whining about love being doomed, my brother spends the days throwing the most random facts about werewolves, vampires, ghosts and any impossible creature. To be honest, I don’t think wikipedia and the Twilight books are a reliable source, but if it makes Oak happy I could live a couple of days with it. And most importantly if I have to choose between this or spending the week back at home with my mother and twin sister going to tea parties for old ladies, well, the answer is very clear.

I remember reading a few books about myths when I was younger. When I turned fifteen, I developed a hard crush on Brad Pitt after I saw Interview with the Vampire, filling half of the walls in my room with posters of him. Even now ten years later, I actually enjoy talking about old folklore and legends, urban myths and stuff like that.

What bugs me, are the fraudulent morons who want to take advantage of Oak’s naive curiosity to engage us in the most ridiculous tours that were obviously a waste of money. So far, we’d entered three “museums” where most of the so-called relics were made of plastic, and a haunted house with special effects so poorly done, father had discreetly asked for his money back. Only another two of the places we visited were actually interesting, but since the guides spent most of the time flirting with Vivi or me, it had annoyed our father.

Now though, we are driving behind the car of an old couple who swore their ancestors owned a castle where true vampires had lived once. The sole mention of the word “castle” was enough to make Oak hang from our father’s sleeve begging to go.

I’m not going to lie, it is an intriguing idea. But I remain a little worried about how much money Madoc is ready to pay before he hurries his little son back to his fantasy books and videogames.

“Dad, did you know that vampires like to live in the woods because it allows them to make racing competitions without being interrupted?” Oak asks with enthusiasm.

Madoc gasps. “Do they? Is it because they’re so fast?”

Okay, he might be willing to pay more than I thought. Next to me, Vivi muffles a laugh and keeps taking pictures for her instagram, occasionally asking for my help.

Upon arriving at the castle I have to suppress a curse. This, now, is a real castle. Nothing like the pitiful buildings we’d visited before. It is huge, made of pure stone and a modest wooden bridge that connects the entrance with the spot where the cars park. A slight fog covers the sides of the castle giving it a creepier look.

A shiver goes down my back. I turn to find my family who are all equally gaping at the place in front of them. Oak is visibly shaking with excitement. Vivi shoots me an astonished look before taking my brother’s hand and following the couple across the bridge.

The first thought that pops into my mind is that this place must have been taken out from a movie. Or set up for one. Maybe this is one of those pranks for TV. There is no other explanation for the massive room we find behind the giant front gate. Every inch of the walls is covered by paintings, several images barely recognizable through the dust. Aged furniture rests under dust and spiderwebs, pointing out they haven’t been used in quite some time. The illumination doesn’t help either. Electric lights hang from a few spots on the walls, though not enough for the big space, which I suspect is the reason that long candles are lit up too.

My next thought is that I should’ve brought my sweater. The damn place is freezing.

“Phew, sorry about the dust!” The old man says, flashing an embarrassed smile to us. “We were not planning to have any visitors yet.”

“You said this is going to be a museum?” Madoc asks, carefully surveying the walls. Next to him, Vivi tightens her hold on my brother’s hand to prevent him from starting to run around. I swear his eyes are about to pop out of their sockets.

“It will indeed! This place has been in our family for generations, but since it’s hard to adapt it to modern technology it was abandoned.” He turns to Oak and winks. “Not to mention the creepy things that happen here all the time.”

His gaze widens. “What kind of things?”

“Well, some distant relatives used to try spending their vacations here. But after a couple of days they left in a big rush, claiming some strange force had commanded them to go away.” With a lower voice, he adds. “They also mentioned noises coming out from empty rooms and dark hallways. Steps. Shadows that followed them along the place.”

For a second everyone remains silent. The only noise I can hear is the wind outside and the start of a slight rain. Somehow my hands are even colder.

“The legend says,” The woman, whose name is Marrow if I remember it correctly, continues while taking one chandelier with her hand. “This was the hideout of ancient vampires, how many, we don’t know. But they didn’t appreciate people trying to live within their domains.”

“So why come here at all?” Vivi asks. “Isn’t it dangerous?”

“It might be.” She shrugs. “But that’s half of the fun, isn’t it?”

“We like to think we’ve found a safe way to open this castle to the public without taking any risks. We will use a part of it as a museum, to show some of the family relics. But be aware, no one is allowed to go further than the marked area.” He signals at the yellow tape stuck on the floor forming arrows.

“If you please...” Marrow says, motioning at the stairs where the markings start.

They get me for a moment, not gonna lie. The surroundings and the way they speak are creepy enough to make me doubt my beliefs for a second. I shake my head to clear those thoughts away and walk behind my family. There’s no such thing as vampires or haunted castles.

We go through passages. Madoc has to remind Oak to not touch anything, constantly. From what I see, he’s living his best day. Several counters line up side by side against the wall. Some of them contain jewelry, others weapons, old writing pens among other things. Most of them carry a family shield, although it’s too blurry to properly identify what it says.

The rain thickens outside and Marrow keeps talking. She tells the story of her so called ancestors, whose family were big enough to fill all the rooms in the castle. Elwen, Eldred… something like that, and his many wives had once lived here. Along with his abounding children. I see in Oak’s face the intention to ask about how that family arrangement worked but Vivi gives him a slight pull of his hair.

I would have thought our guides would try to keep a proud name for their so-called ancestors. But they don’t. In fact, she seems particularly interested in explaining how Eldred’s cruel and terrible nature brought him nothing but disgrace. His once prosperous castle and assets were gone little by little. He claimed he was under the effects of a curse, but no one dared believing him. At least not until people started disappearing.

I stop listening at some point, focusing my attention on the relics in front of me. I’ve always felt a significant attraction to weapons, but not the ordinary ones like guns or rifles. These ones though, such beautiful daggers and swords. I’d give a kidney just to hold one of them.

On the next shelf books pile one next to the other, the dust around them a clear sign of how long they’ve been unbothered. All except for one. The navy blue cover has almost no dust at all, yet it looks like it would fall apart with a gentle blow of wind. The title is partially gone, probably through time.

I turn my head to my family but they’re gone, probably to another corridor since I can still hear the muffled voice of Marrow and my brother. Would she care at all if I check out that book?

I bite my lip. As long as it doesn’t break it’s probably alright. Standing on the tip of my toes I reach for it.

“That is an excellent book.”

I shriek and whip around, my hand flies to my mouth trying to cover the embarrassing sound. The book falls open next to my feet.

His lips curve as if he finds my reaction somehow satisfying. “My personal favorite. Too bad the author was a poisonous bunch-backed toad.”

My mouth opens to apologize, but I only manage to let out a strangled. “Shit”

The stranger lifts an eyebrow and chuckles.

“Sorry, I- that wasn’t what I meant to say.” I stutter. I feel as if my heart has jumped to my throat. “I wasn’t trying to steal the book.”

“I did not say you were.” He answers, his voice is like velvet.

I nod and take a deep breath. “I came in with my family. Marrow is showing us the place.”

His dark eyes wander down my body, but not like one of those rude men on the streets. No. Something in his gaze feels feral, like an animal sizing up his prey. A strange urge to run pools in my stomach, yet at the same time my muscles seem to have forgotten how to do so.

He looks me in the eyes again and it’s all gone. I let go of the tension in my back and a breath I didn’t know I was holding. When he smiles again, I feel as if I could trust him. Why shouldn’t I?

“And are you enjoying the tour?” He bends to pick up the book I’d dropped before and puts it back on the shelf. His movements are fluid and carefree. I doubt I’ve ever seen such elegance in a simple action. It is unsettling as much as it is attractive. Then I realize I’m supposed to answer.

“Yes, this is amazing actually.” I look around and take in the aged stone of the walls and ceiling. In that corridor there’s only one electric lamp, the rest is only lightened by candles. I can see our shadows dancing along to the flames. “All of this really helps getting in the ‘mood’.”

“The mood?”

I look at him and notice his tilted head. “Yeah you know, the mood of enchanted castles and old legends. This is well put enough that a credulous person would believe any story. Marrow is pretty good at it too.” Motioning a hand to him I add. “They even have their own actor.”

A thunder roars outside. “I beg your pardon?”

I roll my eyes and flash him a smile. “You don’t really have to keep the charade with me. I’m not some schoolgirl.”

“Yet I managed to pull a scream out of you, didn’t I?” The way he says it feels as if he was talking about an entirely different subject. Heat creeps up my cheeks.

“That was… not the same.” I mumble. “I didn’t hear you approaching. That could scare the living hell out of anybody.”

“I have been told I am quite sneaky, I concede you that.” He nods. “Why don’t I give you the rest of the tour? As an apology, of course.”

He’s doing his job, I remind myself, he’s not flirting with you.

“You haven’t even told me your name.” I say. “If we’re roaming around a castle together I should at least know who’s guiding me.”

That sounded an awful lot like flirting. Dammit.

“Cardan, at your service madam.” The tone he uses feels like a caress, he bows his head in a way I’ve only seen in movies. He takes his role seriously. I almost chuckle, but the sound dies in my throat.

“Cardan.” I repeat, just for the pleasure of doing it. “My name is Jude.”

He straightens. “Delighted to meet your acquaintance.” He answers and offers me his arm. “Shall we, Jude?”

I can’t believe how far away my family has gone. Cardan and I walk through a couple of corridors and still there is no trace of them. Did we take that long talking?

He’s an excellent guide, I have to acknowledge that.

While Marrow uses a tone of suspense and mystery, Cardan has this melancholy in his voice that sounds as if he’s talking about a memory. It’s bewitching. He also drops the most ridiculous “facts” about the people on the paintings. I refrain myself from asking if inventing things is allowed for employees, because saying that the girl with the pearl necklace enjoyed to play on the beach while saying she was the Princess of the Sea, certainly sounds like it.

“If you bite your lip one more time, I am going to do it for you.”

My heart skips a bit and I let go of my lower lip. I hadn’t realized I was tugging it. It’s an unconscious habit. I turn to him and I find his gaze different, hungry. It sends a shiver down to a place I know it shouldn’t. He arches an eyebrow as though he notices it.

“Is that a thing vampires like to do?” I say, trying to lighten the mood. The last thing I want him to know is that for the last twenty minutes I’ve been listening to him speak wishing he put a different use to that wicked mouth of his.

His gaze doesn’t change. “It is a thing I would like to do.”

I am pretty sure my expression is giving me up by now. Knowing my traitorous body, I’m probably flushed, my mouth open in awe. Desire coils inside me.

At my lack of answer, he continues. “Why don’t I show you something vampires really like to do?”

He walks back without letting go of my hand. I notice he steps out from the marked section and into a forbidden corridor.

The sensation returns, the one that is telling me to run. The problem is that I don’t know whether to run away, or straight to it. My mind wants both and my body, only one.

“You’re going to the restricted area.” I’m partially surprised by how breathless my voice sounds. “You can’t go in there…”

Cardan pauses and a confused expression crosses his face. A second later, it returns to his charming and teasing smile. “Are you afraid?”

I am.

Yet, I don’t care. I walk into the shadows with him.

As we cross the passage darkened by the lack of chandeliers I tell myself this is a terrible, terrible idea. The way he devours my mouth the moment a door slams shut behind us, convinces me it is the best.

Cardan pushes me against the wall, the cold temperature of the stone goes through my clothes making me gasp. He takes the opportunity and kisses me harder, his tongue explores my mouth with such deliciousness I have to bite back a moan.

My fingers are tangled in his hair pulling him closer to me, if such a thing is even possible. His hands are everything but still. They roam intensely from my breasts, down my sides and finally to my rear, where he grabs me, pressing me against his pelvis. I hear him groan and the sound makes something clench inside me.

Before I can double-think about it, one of my hands lowers to rub his hardness, still hidden behind his trousers. His breath hitches. He pulls back a bit and whispers to my ear. “Needy little human.”

I frown a moment, something about his words not clicking inside my brain but whatever it is I forget it the moment he slides his cold hands under my jersey. I yelp at the sensation, not sure if what flutters down my back is a result of the temperature or the eagerness which he’s holding me with. When he reaches my bra I hesitate for a moment. Cardan pauses too and leans back to stare into my eyes.

“Do you want to stop?” His voice is throaty and charged with desire. Still, he doesn’t make a move, waiting for my answer.

An instinctive part of me knows this is something I shouldn’t be doing. But that’s definitely not any close to me wanting to stop. Without removing my eyes from his I take the hem of my jersey to pull it over my head. The piece of fabric hits the floor, but neither of us pays attention to it. Once again Cardan’s gaze roams me in that predatory way.

I don’t stagger this time.

When my bra falls to the floor too, I take his hand and guide it to my jean’s button. “Do I look like I want to stop?”

Without hesitation he yanks the button open and slides his hand inside to cup the apex of my thighs. The contrast of my warm skin against his coldness makes my hips buck. Cardan buries his other hand in my hair and tilts my head back. I can feel his lips nipping down my jaw and my neck. A moan escapes my lips as he swipes a finger along my heat. He hums in response, the vibrations of it against my neck makes my eyes roll back.

He continues his ministrations until he feels me wet enough to slide a finger inside, he curls and pulls out. Then back inside. My breath comes out in elaborated pants as he quickens his pace. My hands almost finish unbuttoning his shirt when he slides another finger through my folds, his movements turn fast and punishing. Wet sounds taint the silence around us. As pleasure takes full control of my body I cling to him like a life saver, trying to muffle my moans.

“Let go Jude, let go for me.” He breathes next to my ear. My back arches and I sob a curse, writhing down on his hand.

He slows down as I come back from my orgasm, but never stops. Despite the freezing surroundings a drop of sweat runs down my chest. My heart beats as if I just ran a marathon. Cardan’s lazy moves continue, frequently grazing that spot that makes me mewl.

I hear him sigh. “You smell so good.” He claims my mouth one more time and bites me hard enough to make me wince. His tongue caresses my lower lip and a warm throb expands through my veins. He freezes and pulls back, releasing me. I stare at him in confusion, or at least as much as I can manage giving my current state.

He pants a couple of times before looking up at me. There’s a fiercess in his eyes that would’ve been scary under normal situations, right now, it only makes me want him more. He swallows before finally speaking. “If we go further, I won’t be able to stop.” His voice is like sandpaper.

My body seems to work on its own account, as I move to cup his face between my hands. “I already told you.”

“Jude…” He warns me, but I interrupt him joining my lips to his.

“I want this.” I breathe into his mouth. Cardan lets out a defeated groan before pulling my body back against his. Either he’s been holding back or it is until that moment that I realize how strong he actually is. He kisses me like a starved man and I can feel my pulse rise once again.

Soon his shirt joins my other clothing. My fingers trace his chest and torso, marveled at the softness of his skin. I mimic him moments before and kiss his neck. A low sound that almost resembles a growl comes out from his throat. My hands travel lower.

Somehow I manage to free his raging erection from his trousers, closing my hand around him. He hisses and then tilts his hips up to my touch. I start pumping him with unsure movements before gaining confidence to do it harder, tighter. Now it’s his turn to curse. Even though it sounds like something taken out from a Shakespeare novel, it makes my core pulse.

Cardan grips the hem of my jeans strong enough that for a moment I fear he’d rip them away.

“Take these off.” He demands instead.

I’m not sure of how I manage to do it. My mind feels blurred with a mix of sensations. Disoriented, not sure about exactly how my body is doing all of that, and the bliss of knowing I’m enjoying every second of it.

Before the air hits my skin, Cardan lifts me from the ground. My legs circle his waist in a reflexive move. His lips quirk in approval. Then my back is once again pressed against the wall, making me arch in a failed attempt to avoid touching the cold stone. A sound leaves my mouth, though it is not clear if it’s a protest or a moan. I hear him chuckle in my ear and I turn my head, searching his lips.

His kiss is slower but still deep. I feel as if small electric sparks are tickling every single one of my nerves. More, I need more. Cardan holds me in place with his hips, letting his hands wander up and down my legs.

The tip of his shaft is grazing my core over the thin fabric of my remaining piece of clothing, with an aching slowness that is not enough to ease my thirst. More.

I might have said that out loud because Cardan’s hips grind faster against me. It feels so good. And yet, it’s not enough.

I whine his name like a plea.

He continues for a couple of torturing seconds before reaching between my thighs again. There’s no teasing now as he moves my panties aside and immediately sinks his fingers inside me, pumping in and out with a pace that has me gasping in no time. He murmurs something I can’t understand and lines himself up to my entrance.

With soft, deliberate movements he slides through my heat, letting me feel every inch of him until he’s completely filling me. Then he stills. My muscles twitch around him, trying to adjust to the invasion. The exquisiteness of it is making my head swoon.

Cardan grabs my jaw and locks his gaze with mine. I can imagine what he’s looking at. Hooded eyes and flushed skin, though he doesn’t let me think a lot about it as he starts to move. Slow at first, with careful strokes that quickly evolve into long and deep. My mouth falls open at the sensation and my eyes shut.

“I warned you.” I hear him pant. “That there was no coming back.”

A whimper escapes my lips. I’m not even sure I’m actually trying to say something. He doesn’t seem to care either and leans to whisper to my ear. “You are mine now, Jude.”

There is something in the way he says it, his words carrying some compelling implication I can’t fully catch. His lips trail down my neck and I want to answer. To tell him that I am, that after the way he’s taking me, how could it be otherwise?

That’s when I feel a sharp stinging pain on the base of my throat.

I cry out and try to shake it away but whatever it is won’t let me go. Cardan’s words echo at the back of my mind, Needy little human.

As if sensing my thoughts he grabs my thighs and opens them wider, he thrusts into me harder and faster. Everything mixes in sensation. Pain leaves as fast as it came, leaving behind it that throb in my veins I can’t really explain. It is more intense now, what I felt as warm now is scorching. My entire body feels like it’s on fire, I’ve never felt so exhilarated before in my life. I don’t want it to stop.

Cardan sucks on my neck again and I moan his name. Without realizing it, I’m on the brink of another orgasm. I only realize it because he groans when my legs start to shiver around him. I cling to his neck and his hair. If I’m pulling too hard I can’t really know. A familiar swirl comes up from my core to the rest of my body as I spasm around him. It takes me a moment to notice the broken moans and sobs I hear come from my own mouth.

He keeps going a little longer until his fingers tighten over my skin, surely leaving bruises on both thighs. Muffled moans ring against my skin as he comes, thrusting in a couple of times more before stilling. A warm sensation covers the place where we join together. His mouth lets go of my neck. I grunt and shiver.

He puts me down carefully, still holding my waist, which is good considering I don’t know if I’m able to stand by myself. I feel dizzy. Cardan lowers his lips to mine one more time. He’s slow and gentle as though he’s worried. There is a slightly metallic taste in his tongue but I don’t pay attention to it. I trace the fine features of his face with trembling fingers. Little by little my senses start to take in the surroundings, the cold.

The place rumbles with another crack of thunder.

“You have to go back.” Cardan says, barely pulling his lips apart. Go back. I frown, then images of my family crash in my mind. I look around searching for the door, there is something on the floor. I realize soon those are my clothes. Shit. The tour, Oak. How much time have I been gone?

I dress in a hurry, not really caring if I put on my jersey correctly. He does the same but with the calm an elegance he has.

Panic must be written in my face because he grabs my chin and turns me to him. “Hey. Calm down.” He soothes me. Then his tone changes, turns commanding. His eyes are darker too. “Listen to me. You are going to do exactly as I say, do you understand Jude?”

I want to ask why, but for some reason I only nod. Cardan grabs my hand and pulls me out of whatever room we were in. “You must follow this passage until you find a way to turn left. Then continue until you see a painting of a black snake then turn right, you cannot miss it or you will get lost. Walk straight, and you will be back to a safe area.”

“But-” I start. I don’t want to go alone. And I don’t understand why but I don’t want to separate from him either. Which is nonsense, I barely know him and still...

He interrupts me. “I cannot go with you, I have lost so much control already and I don’t think…”

“Cardan, I can’t-”

A growl echoes in his chest and he pulls me closer to him. While his voice is still hypnotizing it sounds threatening now. “You will not tell anybody about what you saw here. Now go if you intend to leave this place alive.”

Then he's gone. I can’t recall if I blinked or turned, because a moment before I could still touch him and now he vanished.

I take a deep breath and start walking. Focus. Go straight, then turn right. Or was it left?

All passages look the same, some spaces don’t even have a painting or anything at all to help me differentiate them. Sometimes I whip around, thinking I heard a familiar chuckle behind me. Distant rain is the only sound that is a constant companion, but even with it I’m able to hear an echo of every step I give. It unsettles me more with every minute that passes. Although I feel more in control of my body than before, my knees falter constantly and a sensation of tiredness slides over my mind.

I find the snake painting just as I’d started to think I would be trapped here forever.

It’s huge, and despite the years that have probably passed the scales still seem to shine. The head is painted in an angle that gives the illusion of the eyes following the person looking at it. It doesn’t help that the candle’s flames also make the snake look as if it’s moving. Stalking. Before noticing, I start hyperventilating. I shut my eyes close and turn away. Something is terribly wrong with me, I need to get out.

Turning right, I start running. I cover my ears fearing that if I don’t, I’ll start hearing the snake’s hiss behind me.

I cross an arch made with the same stone and stop right in my tracks upon realizing somehow I’m back at the room where we first arrived. I blink to adjust my eyes to the change of light, since here’s where all the electric lamps are. The room is empty though.

I’m not sure of what I am supposed to do now. Sit and wait? Go out to the car?

While I’m weighing my options, trying to choose any that doesn’t imply dropping myself on the floor to have a panic attack, I hear murmurs and steps getting closer.

“Jude!” My little brother yells and runs to me. Behind him, Vivi scans me like she’s trying to find something wrong. I straighten my back and put on my best calmed face.

“Where were you?” She demands. “We lost you hours ago! Are you ok? You look pale.”

Always such a mother hen, I sigh. “I’m fine. I fell behind and lost y’all. Then... I guessed it would be better to just… return here.”

I try not to frown at my last words, since I didn’t fully intend to say them. You will not tell anybody about what you saw here.

“Jude knows how to take care of herself.” My father adds. I could hug him, but we’re not exactly the affectionate type. So I just flash him a smile.

Vivi does not look convinced but still stands down. “I guess so. The weather did a mess with your hair though.” A flash of Cardan’s fingers pulling from it to gain access to my neck sends a shiver through my body. Had that really happened just minutes before?

Before I can answer, Marrow calls for us. We turn to find her standing next to a big set of paintings that apparently were covered with a curtain. “You cannot leave without meeting the royal family.”

The canvases are ordered to mimic a family tree. A man with a severe expression rests at the very top. Eldred, I assume. Just by looking at it I feel judged. I can’t imagine what was like to actually live with him. The pictures of his wives look all so different but under them, their sons do have resemblance to one another. A weird sensation tickles my fingers as my gaze continues travelling over the paintings. Finally, I get to the last one. Once more, I cover my mouth to avoid an undesired sound.

Staring back at me I see Cardan.

I don’t care if it’s a painting, there is no way I could not recognize those features. Those lips.

“A big family, I see.” Madoc’s words seem so far away.

Marrow hums in agreement. “The Greenbriars always felt proud of their vast offspring. Such attractive sons and daughters. It’s a shame the curse took most of their lives all those centuries ago.”

“Did he…” I start, without knowing how to continue.

She approaches me to look at the canvas. “Ah, young master Cardan. He was the last one of Eldred’s children.” Then a frown appears on her face. “There was a lot of controversy regarding his death. Some say he died because of the curse, some others say he was the curse. The books all have different versions.”

“That sounds creepy as fuck.” Vivi says.

“Creepy as fuck.” My brother mimics her, the thoughtful expression on his face makes him look ridiculous. We cackle as Vivi shouts Oak he’s not supposed to say bad words.

By the time we get out of the castle the rain has decreased to a drizzle.

Madoc carries Oak on his shoulders, listening to his non-stop squeals of excitement after visiting what he calls ‘a real vampire hideout’. This time, I don’t find the words to contradict him. Vivi is the first one to get to the car, shouting back some nonsense about the Greenbriars needing a protection hex.

The moment I step down from the bridge something shifts in my head and I feel as if I had just woken up.

Perhaps it is me who needs a protection spell after all.

Before closing the car’s door, I turn to the castle one more time. Marrow and her husband wave at us from the front gate.

A dull ache throbs on the base of my neck and my hand flies to the spot. I retrieve it and see blood staining my fingers.

My heart misses a beat when I lift my gaze to the upper windows, where a tall figure with white shirt and dark hair is looking right back.

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