#n i think its 10 to unlock dagger?

[unlikelyapricot]

I also do very agree that its so interesting seeing what differs w different isat playthroughs!!!!

[wondershawns]

Safety (Chapter 10) [S.M.]

A/N: All I’ve been posting lately is angst so um, here’s some more angst.

Word count: 2199

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“Shawn… You don’t have to come with me for groceries,”

“Honey we’ve talked about this, it’s not safe,” He sighed, already putting his shoes on to go with you.

“I’m going crazy with you following me everywhere. I need some space, I can’t have someone breathing down my neck every time I set a foot outside, do you realise that?”

“I’m not doing this to annoy you,”

“Well it’s annoying me. I’m an adult, I can make my own decisions,”

“I’m not saying you can’t!”

“Then stop making them for me!” You raised your voice to match his tone. “You want to go get groceries yourself? Fine! Here’s the list,” You slammed it on the table. “Now I’m going outside, I’m just going on a walk, and I swear to fuck if there’s someone following me you’re not going to hear the end of it,”

You let the door fall shut behind you, knowing he wouldn’t come after you. It would only make it worse and you just needed some air. You could always just walk home, it wasn’t an insane distance from the pack, and it would give you time to cool down.

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You should never have left. You realised that too late, it was chilly outside and night was starting to fall, the sky darkening a few shades with each minute that passed. You were still a good twenty minutes away from your house and probably the same distance from the pack, and your eyes were puffy and sore after crying. Fighting with Shawn always sucked.

You knew it was stupid to be out there on your own, but you were too proud to call Shawn to come get you, so you walked fast and tried to make it home before it got too dark outside. You walked past many people but the further you went the less you saw, and you knew you were reaching a part of town Shawn hadn’t been able to secure just yet.

He had shown you a map of the town with areas circled in red. No matter what you do make sure you never walk alone there at night, alright? His words replayed in your mind, and you knew you shouldn’t be there.

Justin only lived a few blocks away, and you decided that your best bet was to get to his place. You threw him a quick text asking if you could drop by, and when he replied that he was home relief washed over you.

You knew wolves were doubling their efforts to find you, and Shawn lost his mind over it every time you were out without him. It was so, so stupid that you were there, and yet you didn’t call him.

It was only when a wolf barely smaller than Brian’s came face to face with you that you understood your mistake.

I’m going to die.

The wolf was snarling at you, walking forward slowly while you backed away, thinking of how you could reach it with the silver dagger you always carried as a precaution.

Having a weapon bothered you at first, but when Shawn reminded you their whole bodies were weapons you stopped overthinking it. You didn’t know how useful the blade would be, but you were glad to feel the cool metal into your palm.

You prayed that Justin’s front door was unlocked, it was so close you could see it, and you knew the element of surprise was your only shot with that wolf. As soon as it came close enough you tried to reach it with your dagger.

You only got to its nose, but it was enough to make it yelp. It pounced on you, biting your side when you raised your arms to protect your face. You screamed in pain before taking the opportunity to tear through its stomach.

You weren’t sure who yelled the loudest, you or the wolf, but you took off running towards Justin’s. The adrenaline and fear got you through the door and you collapsed behind it with a sob, tightening your jacket around you.

“What the hell?” He found you there and crouched in front of you. “What happened?” He didn’t see the wound to your abdomen and you decided you’d rather keep it that way. It would be hard to explain in a hospital and doc would be able to take care of it for you, you only needed to call Shawn.

Fuck. He would be so mad.

“Hey,” He wiped some blood dripping from a cut on your cheek. “What happened to you?” He frowned. “Does it have anything to do with Shawn?”

“We got in a fight,” You mumbled mechanically although you weren’t hurt because of him.

“Come on, let me help with that,” He took your hand and you kept the other on your stomach.

“It’s okay, I can do it myself, can I just use your bathroom?” You swallowed the tears back, knowing your jacket was holding most of the blood in. You tried to hide how hard it was for you to get up and managed to take a few steps with what was left of the adrenalin in your body.

“Of course, shout if you need help?” He led you there and you nodded.

“Yeah, I just need a minute, thank you.” You forced a smile, and he closed the door behind him.

You broke down immediately, shaking your jacket off with a silent cry of pain. You kept the water running to rinse the blood, you used a small black cloth from under his sink to clean what you could, at least it wouldn’t stain as bad as a white towel.

You called Shawn as soon as you could breathe decently, and you hoped he would be able to get there fast. You didn’t even know how you made it from the wolf to Justin’s door, or how you got up after you made it through the door. All that was left to do was leave the bathroom and wait in the living room without Justin finding out.

“Honey? Where are you? Fuck, I’m so sorry, please just come back to the pack, we can talk it out.” Shawn answered within seconds when you called him, relief washing over him when he heard your voice.

“Shawn,” You whispered through tears, and he kept on apologizing. “Please come get me,”

“Okay, okay love I’m on my way, where are you?” He ran out to his car, he had been ready to go look for you for a while but he didn’t want to make things worse.

“Justin’s,” You went through the first aid supplies to try to bandage yourself, you only needed to hide the wound until Shawn got to you.

“I’ll be there in ten,”

“Please hurry,”

“Baby are you okay?” He asked worriedly, a sick feeling washing over him.

“I’m fine,” You lied, lifting your hand to see the blood still seeping from your wound. “I’ll see you soon,”

“I’ll be there in no time,” He promised before you hung up.

You pressed everything you could over the wound to stop the bleeding, covering the makeshift bandage with your torn shirt and holding your jacket closed over it. You washed the blood off your hands and cheek before taking a slow breath in. You just had to walk to the living room. It was ten steps at the most. You could do it.

  You prepared yourself, teeth clenched as you opened the door and went straight for the couch.

“You alright?” Justin put a blanket over you comfortingly when you lay down, sitting by your feet and putting a hand over your covered legs.

“Yeah, sorry,”

“Don’t apologise, you can always come here,” He watched worriedly as you wiped some more tears from your cheeks. “Do you want to talk?”

“No,” You croaked, shaking your head and counting down the seconds until Shawn would arrive.

“Wanna watch something for a while?” He saw you nod and turned the TV on to replace the silence.

The movie had barely started when someone knocked on the door, and Justin’s hand left your legs.

“Be back in a sec,” He pushed himself up and you let out a relieved breath, your teeth clenching from the pain of the wound that only intensified.

“She called me,” Shawn explained immediately, all of his encounters with Justin ended being less than friendly.

“Get the fuck away from her,” The response came fast, making Shawn’s anger rise. He clenched his jaw before forcing himself to relax. Pushing past Justin wouldn’t be hard but he promised he’d try to get along with your friends, and unfortunately for him Justin was basically your family.

“I know you don’t like me but I need to see her. She called me, just tell her I’m here,”

“You don’t get to see her, all you’re going to do is leave,”

“Listen man, we had one fight, get over it, I’m here to fix it,” He lost his patience, a gut feeling telling him something was deeply wrong, and all he needed was to see you to be better.

“That’s not something you’re going to fix, wolf or not if you lay a hand on her again I’ll kill you,” Justin threatened, making alarm bells ring in Shawn’s head.

“Wait she’s physically hurt? What happened?”

“What happened is she got in a fight with you,”

“I’d never fucking hurt her,” He pushed past Justin without more talking, he could smell the blood and his heart rate picked up so fast he practically made it to the living room in one step. “Honey, what happened?” He dropped to his knees by the couch, guilt engulfing him at the sight of your red eyes and trembling body.

“I’m sorry,”

“No, no, no,” He took your hand in his, the other coming to your forehead to push your hair back and wipe off the sweat that started accumulating on your skin. “I don’t care about any of that right now, what happened to you?”

“Ran into a wolf,” You let your eyes fall shut from exhaustion, Shawn’s stress shooting up when he saw you struggling to stay awake.

“Love, stay with me, show me where you’re hurt,” He pulled the blanket back and gently peeled your jacket from you so the could lift what was left of your shirt. “Why the fuck didn’t you bring her to the hospital?” He turned to snarl at Justin, making him stumble back just from his tone.

“I didn’t- I didn’t see that! She said she was fine!”

“What are you doing?”

“Calling an ambulance!”

“We don’t have time for that,” He put an arm behind your shoulders and the other slid under your knees. “Hold on for me honey, can you do that? I’ve got you now, just hold on love,” His voice turned soft when he addressed you.

“It hurts,” You struggled not to move in his arms, the sharpness of the pain waking you.

“I know, I know I’m sorry honey, we’re going to fix that in no time.” He reassured you as well as he could. “Open the damn door!” He snapped at Justin who wasn’t reacting, letting him make space for him to walk through with you until he could set you down on his back seats.

You let your thoughts get dizzy when the door shut by your feet, shivering from the cold while Shawn tried to talk to you. Your mind was too drowsy for you to be able to reply, but you could vaguely feel the movements of the car.

Shawn drove so fast he knew you would have gotten mad at him if you were in the passenger seat looking at the road, but getting you to a doctor was the most important thing right now. It was still a safe speed for his reflexes, you just tended to forget he could react much faster than a human if anything happened on the road, he always stuck to the speed limit for you.

“Doc!” He shouted from outside the house as soon as he jumped out of the car, rushing to your door to carry you out of the vehicle.

“What happened?” Brian got the front door open to let him walk through the house to a room where they could treat you.

“I’m going to kill every single one of them.” Shawn’s chest rumbled with his growl as he carefully put you down. “Shh, I know love, it’s okay, you’re going to be okay, I promise.” He calmed down when he spoke to you, brushing a hand over your hair.

“Stay with me,” You sniffled, trying to grab onto him, but your hand missed his body.

“I’m not going anywhere,” He grasped your hand in his, squeezing it to reassure you. “You’re safe now, we’re taking care of you,”

“Where was she?” Brian asked as he moved around the room to assist Doc, two other wolves waiting at the door for instructions.

“Princes street,” Shawn replied. “Find out who did this.” He looked up from you and gave them a nod.

If they found the wolf and caught him Shawn would have no mercy.

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[jeonsduck]

Everything Is Not What It Seems

A/N: First up for the Holidaze project is Haechan for Halloween! Yeah I know Halloween already passed but we’re doing it anyway!

Warnings: mentions of blood, demons, and witchcraft

“Haechan, sure you don’t want to come to the Halloween party with us? We could do matching outfits.” you tried again. 

Haechan had been your  boyfriend for a long time, and your best friend for even longer. You grew up on the same block, rode the same bus to school, and had even ended up at the same college together. And after all those years of friendship, you hadn’t spent a single holiday with Haechan. Sometimes on Easter or something he would come over and spend some time with your family, but things like Halloween and Christmas he always spent with his family, and only his family. Family was a bit of a loose term, because he was technically being raised by his two older cousins, Taeyong and Ten. Yeah it was weird, but what was weirder was the fact that you’d known Ten and Taeyong for nearly twenty years, and they never seemed to age a single day. Maybe they just had really good skincare routines or something.

This year you had kind of been hoping that after moving away to college (even though you were only in the next town over) that maybe Haechan would leave those traditions behind and you’d start spending the holidays together, but that didn’t seem to be the case. 

“Ten and Taeyong are expecting me to come home, you know how they are. Besides, isn’t it a bit late to get a costume?” he explained.

“Well then why don’t I come home with you?” you offered and Haechan shook his head vehemently.

“No, they’ll freak out if I bring someone over, especially you.” he said. 

“Hey, I have family back home too. Just drop me off at my place, I’ll visit my family, hand candy out to trick or treaters, see my pets. I could use a break from campus.” 

Haechan smiled at that and knocked his head against yours affectionately.

“Yeah that sounds great. We can go get breakfast Sunday morning before we head back.” 

“It’s a date.” You declared and Haechan chuckled before planting a quick kiss on your lips.

“I got class, but I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning around 10.” he says before walking off to hs lecture. 

You sigh, you had really been hoping to spend Halloween with your boyfriend this year. Oh well. You take out your phone to text Mark and tell him and the others that neither you nor Haechan will be attending his frat’s Halloween party. 

From: Marketh

He’s still going back home? What do Ten and Taeyong have that we don’t?

From: You

His allowance. I wonder what they do over there, because they don’t give out candy for trick or treaters.

From: Marketh

Maybe they’re super religious? 

From: You

You’re the one that went to 12 years of vacation Bible school, not Haechan. Besides, have you met Ten and Tae? They’re superstitious, sure but not religious. 

From: Marketh

You got me there.

From: Marketh

Lol, why don’t you sneak over tomorrow night and see what they’re doing?

From: You

Isn’t that like, stalking?

From: Marketh

….maybe, but it's for educational purposes so it’s ok.

You roll your eyes and put your phone away without replying. Maybe a little peek wouldn’t be too bad? Just to see what’s going on. 

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It’s  8:00 PM, you’re dressed like a cat burglar, and Haechan’s house is two lots away. It’s time to set your plan into action. Do you feel silly? Yes. Are you expecting to be caught? Also yes. But not before making an absolute fool of yourself trying to squeeze through the barely open window to Haechan’s bedroom. At least he still leaves it unlocked, even though you’re well past the days of sneaking into each other’s houses in the dead of night. Or in the process of passing, considering your current position. This would have been way easier without the salt piled up outside the window sill. You’d found it very weird, but brushed it off (quite literally) and continued with your object. Find out what Haechan and his cousins do on Halloween. 

The first thing you notice is that all the lights in the house are off. Maybe a horror movie marathon? But Taeyong is a certified wuss so that’s unlikely. You continue to creep through the house slowly, trying to avoid all the squeaky spots in the house. 

You finally see the others when you get to the living room. All of the furniture is moved out of the way, and the rug rolled out of the way. Tons of white candles cover nearly every surface, giving you enough flickering light to see what’s happening despite all the lights being off. There’s a large pentagram drawn on the living room floor is what smells overwhelmingly like blood. At each point of the star there’s another large white candle, illuminating the objects around the pentagram. Some herbs, some crystals and stones. A very sharp and ancient looking knife. 

Ten, Taeyong, and Haecha are all there, hands clasped around the pentagram and chanting in a mysterious language you don’t recognize. 

Their eyes are rolled back in their heads so you can only see the whites of them. Then the wind picks up in the room, like a small tornado is suddenly raging through the living room only. And Haechan is kind of just, levitating, as are a few random objects around him. One of which is a necklace with a glowing purple stone in the pendant. The whole room looks like a scene from a very weird and you’ve just about reached your limit with weird things happening when you feel… something behind you. You’re not sure what exactly, like a dark presence or just something wrong breathing down your neck. 

You jump, spinning around to see a black shadow towering over you. It’s not quite human, but it’s not inhuman either, seemingly shifting between multiple forms before your eyes.  

“Thanks for leaving the door open.” it says, flashing sharp teeth dripping what could either be tar or blood on the floor. 

“How did it get through the barrier?” 

“Y/N?” 

When Ten and Haechan speak its overlapping and distorted, like you’re listening to twelve of them speak underwater. The shadow moves, like a glitch in reality at the same time Haechan pulls out another terrifying looking dagger. His eyes are still white and now glowing, as are his cousins’. It seems your brain can’t take anymore surprises and confusion, because you black out. 

The next thing you know, you’re waking up on Haechan’s couch with your head in his lap. When you blink your eyes open he sighs in relief, and flicks you on the forehead. 

“You idiot, why did you have to sneak in tonight of all nights?” he scolds.

You huff and sit up, though you regret it immediately when your head spins. 

“Here, drink up.” Taeyong says, shuffling in from the kitchen.

He offers you a steaming mug of a liquid you can’t identify, and you squint at him suspiciously.

“Nightshade tea.” Haechan deadpans, flicking you on the forehead again.

“It’s apple cider.” Taeyong corrects. 

“I’m not gonna start levitating too right?” you ask, but you accept the mug anyway.

“No, you’re not. Now drink the apple juice.” Haechan says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. 

You take a small sip of the apple cider, and sure enough, it’s just spicy apple juice with a bit of an alcoholic kick. Good, you need a drink after what you just witnessed.

“So, what you guys are witches or something?” you ask, not expecting Ten’s answer.

“Survey says… yes! Good one, got it right on the first try.” he calls, coming back into the living room with some herbs on fire in his hand.

“I drove everything out, smudged the house, and re-established the barrier. We should be good now. Next time, don’t break the circle, kid.” Ten says, collapsing into his arm chair. 

“What circle?” you asked, confused.

“The two pounds of salt on Haechan’s window sill. We need extra protection on Samhain, that’s when the real baddies come out to play. Like the little visitor we had.” Ten explained, accepting a mug from Taeyong as well.

“So wait, you are witches? And what’s the Samhain? Also, was that blood on your floor earlier?” you asked. 

Your head was already hurting again.

“I’m going to sleep. Haechan, you’re dating them, you can explain everything. Goodnight.” Ten sighed, walking away to his bedroom.

“I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me.” Taeyong said, also shuffling out of the room.

You turned to Haechan, motioning for him to explain. He sighed, leaning his head back against the couch. After gathering his thoughts for a moment he sat back up taking your hands in his. 

“Yes, we are witches. We always have been. Samhain is basically Halloween, the divider between the living realm and the afterlife is really weak on today, so we have to put extra protections on the house to make sure spirits and demons don’t get in. And yes, that was blood on the blood, but in our defense, it’s pig’s blood and we got it from the local butcher.” 

You sat there for a moment, soaking in the information. You’d known Haechan for years, hell he was your boyfriend. You’d never even suspected there was something like this going on. Yeah, Taeyong had a rather impressive spice cabinet and Ten’s room was kind of covered in weird drawings but it was Ten and Taeyong, so it’d be weirder if they didn’t.

“Do you guys do, bad things? To people? Like do you curse people.” you ventured. 

Haechan sighed and shrugged.

“Sometimes. You know how petty Ten can get. Hell, he cursed Johnny last week for calling him short. Taeyong doesn’t like to, but he does occasionally. It’s not as bad as you think. Most curses are just annoyances. It’s not like we sick demon on people or something.” he continued and you nodded along.

“So what about you? Who have you cursed?” You pushed and Haechan laughed.

“Mostly Mark. Anytime he lost something semi-important it was probably my fault. And that guy Trevor from middle school who used to bully you.” he confessed.

You giggled at the mention of the last name, recalling the boy.

“Didn’t he end up pissing himself during standardized testing? Was that you?” you asked, and Haechan nodded, snickering behind his hand.

“Oh, my god that was you!” you realized and Haechan nodded.

“I felt kind of bad about it, but he deserved it.” 

“What about me? Have you ever used magic on me?” you asked and Haechan smiled.

“Oh plenty. Luck charms, protection wards, sigils of safety.” he said waving his hand in dismissal, “remember that time you fell out of a tree and miraculously didn’t break anything? That was all me.” he boasted.

“And here I was thinking I just had outrageously strong bones.” you giggled.

Haechan laughed at that as well. Good. You weren’t too shaken or scared to laugh. This was going way better than he’d hoped.

“What about love spells? Have you ever used a love spell on anyone?” you asked. 

Your voice sounded light, but Haechan could hear the underlying question. Had he ever used a love spell on you? Was your relationship fabricated?

“Y/N, magic can do a lot of things. But there’s a lot of things it can’t do. And make up love like ours is one thing it can’t do. Love spells are…. Pretty terrifying to say the least. The side effects they can have are dangerous and can be permanent. We don’t need something like that. What we have is real.” he explained. 

You nodded, sighing out a breath of relief you didn’t even know you were holding. 

“Oh, before I forget. I want you to wear this, and please, don’t ever take it off. I can put the pendant into a bracelet or something if you prefer, but you have to always wear it. I was going to tell you about the witch thing and give you this tomorrow over breakfast, but you never were very patient.”

Haechan fishes something out of his pocket, holding it up in the light. It’s the necklace from earlier. It’s a simple piece of jewelry, amethyst pendant on a silver chain. It’s the necklace that was glowing earlier. You stare at it in the light, holding your hand out for Haechan to hand it to you.

“What is it?”

“A protection amulet. Witches tend to attract magic, whether it’s good or bad. This will keep you safe from anything with malicious intent, whether it be a demon or another witch.” he says.

“There are other witches?” you ask, shocked. 

Of course there would be others, but you had been so busy digesting the info Haechan was giving you that you hadn’t even thought about it.

“I think that’s enough witch talk for tonight. We can continue tomorrow over some blueberry waffles from our favorite diner, don’t you think?” Haechan says, standing up and stretching.

 He holds a hand out to you which you accept, and he leads you back to his room. You still have some of your old clothes in his dresser, which he gives you to sleep in. He doesn’t bother flicking the lights off manually, just waving his hand and the room goes dark.

“Woah.” 

Haechan chuckles at your admiration of his powers.

“Hey, can you read my palm?”

“No.”

“My face?”

“No.”

“What about my chakras?”

“What about we go to sleep?” 

You huff, rollIng over so your back is to Haechan. He rolls his eyes at your little tantrum, draping an arm over your waist.

“I’ll do a tarot reading for you in the morning, now go to sleep.” 

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From: Marketh

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[hyunllx]

                                                         Heathers & Gargoyles                A complete rewrite of Riverdale Season 3

A game, a cult, a murder. Sounds like a stereotypical october for the town of Riverdale. Yet when Betty, Jughead, Veronica, and newly freed-from-juvie Archie are recruited to join the increasingly dangerous game of Griffins and Gargoyles, they find themselves dodging assassinations and deadly traps designed to keep them on a pre-determined story path. Left without the help of their brainwashed allies, the core four must work in the shadows to stop the rising body count and unmask the King of Gargoyles before their story is finished.

                                                        Chapter Two: Candy Store                                                                                         Previous Chapter | Read it on AO3

Frosty midnight grasses and leaves crunched underfoot as Betty trekked the sparse paths on the outskirts of town. Occasionally she stopped to adjust the strap of her bag, resting uncomfortably against her shoulder due to the bulky navy cloak she’d taken from the Riverdale High’s theatre department. The silver faux-fur trim itched where it met her neck, and the fabric occasionally snagged on a twig or bramble. Though it slowed her down, Betty arrived at the entrance to the main Fox Forest trails on time, finding Cheryl, Toni, and a couple other Poisons waiting for her a little way into the tree line. “Betty!” Toni whispered and beckoned as soon as Betty spotted them, pulling her into an alcove in the trees hidden from the view of the unpaved parking lot and road. Seeing the Poisons dressed in leather with black face masks and real weapons on their backs and hips gave Betty pause; she suddenly felt very unprepared and unarmed for what could be a dangerous mission. Her make-shift cabalist costume would not protect against real-world dangers. She’d have to depend on the Poisons for her protection, a fact that became clear to Cheryl as Betty ungracefully slid down the embankment into the alcove. “Where did you get that ridiculous mantle?” “Don’t worry about it.” Betty said as she pulled twigs and dead leaves from the faux fur. Brushing the dirt off her bag, she opened it to pull out a leather-bound notebook, old but unused. Thematically, she figured the book fit her role, though the thought she was spoiling such a beautiful book on this nightmare of a game stung a little, “Do you have the mission?” Cheryl looked to Toni who dug through her many pockets to produce a flattened parchment scroll. “I couldn’t figure it out. It’s code but I don’t know how to unscramble the letters. I remember how easily you decoded that cipher last year… maybe you can figure it out?” The vision of FP’s trailer almost exactly a year ago seeped into the corners of Betty’s eyes. She sat with Jughead and Kevin, Toni’s eyes coldly judging her from across the room. In her hands, the parchment flickered to the cipher her father made, a message to her, pleading her to join him. “Betty?” Toni’s hand on her arm suddenly snapped her mind back to the present, though her head reeled from the flashback. Her daggered gaze was kind now, worried, the air cold instead of stifling. “Sorry, I’ll see what I can do.” She said weakly as she unrolled the scroll. Just like the cards, the word “Quest” took up most of the top of the paper. Below it, two rows of random letters scrawled in hand-written haphazard lines: GARDYLPE.HWONSIUVKBCFJMQTXZ DWK QRS WJU PD. At first glance the key looked like complete nonsense, which Betty figured was likely the goal, except for the row of three 3x3 grids at the bottom of the page, kindly pre-labeled with grid coordinates along the tops and sides of each square. “Can you decipher it?” Toni looked over the paper with genuine curiosity, a stark contrast against Cheryl’s burning impatience looming over them. “I think so,” Betty whispered, fumbling through her pocket for her phone, “The grids look familiar.” Turning the light of the screen down so they wouldn’t become a beacon in the dark woods, she thumbed through the pdf of a book of ciphers. It wasn’t thorough, but gave a few basic examples, and it was easy to find the matching row of three grids; a trifid cipher. Tracing the grids into her notebook, Betty made quick work of filling them in according to the instructions on her phone, assigning each letter in the first row, plus the period, a coordinate string. She then matched those coordinates to the second row of the key and unscrambled the strings, giving her the true letters. Within 10 minutes, “DWK” turned into “LAB”, written and circled at the bottom of her page. “Lab?” Toni exchanged a puzzled look with Cheryl, “Like a lab in the school?” “Unless the government is setting up a secret facility reminiscent of Stranger Things in Fox Forest, I don’t know what else it could be.” “ONN, with two ‘n’s” Betty cut in as she solved the QRS clue. The W in the next block shifted to an E, and while Toni and the Poisons theorized where this lab could be that held their mission, dread crashed through Betty’s bones. She knew what the cipher spelled now, each of the final five characters confirming her suspicions. LAB ONN ENU IT. “Lab on e-new it? The hell is that?” Cheryl looked down at the solved quest with disgust. “La Bonne Nuit.” Betty corrected, though her voice came as a whisper. “Finally, we’ve gotten somewhere. Poisons?” Cheryl clapped her leather-gloved fingers and threw her bow over her shoulders. The other Poisons gathered their things and followed their leader into the woods, heading back toward town. Toni was the only one who lingered with Betty in the alcove, “Are you coming?” “I don’t know, why are we going there?” At her side, Betty brought up the dialer on her phone, muting the sound as she hit the button to dial Veronica. “The King usually wants us to find offerings when He just gives us a location.” “Like what?” The phone slid into her pocket now. Betty had no idea if Veronica was listening or not; she could only hope her friend wasn’t asleep yet and would get the signal in time. Toni shrugged, climbing out of the alcove and checking her gear, “Booze, money, passcodes, keys, valuables. Things that are useful.” “So you’ve done this before?” “Who do you think has been breaking into buildings since school started?” Toni held out her hand to help Betty up; she took it cautiously but allowed the smaller girl to pull her out of the alcove. As they trudged after Cheryl and the rest of the party, the phone against Betty’s thigh grew uncomfortably warm, and every so often she’d glimpse green and red light shine through the fabric. Someone was listening. Please be Veronica. Not daring to check her phone, Betty couldn’t tell how long she and Toni stalked through the crisp autumn forest, occasionally stopping to help each other around rocks and fallen trees, or to free Betty’s cloak from brambles and nondescript bushes. The moon was only half-visible over the treetops when they caught up to the rest of the party, lingering in the trees outside the back parking lot of Pops’. A single light above the back entrance spilled over the asphalt and into the brush, but there were no signs of life around the diner this late at night. “There you sluggards are. The newbie didn’t want to come?” Cheryl chided with impatience still plastered on her face. “Be nice.” Toni shot her a look as she passed, the words barely audible though the quiet forest amplified them to Betty’s ear. “Excuse me for hesitating, we’re just stealing from my best friend’s business.” Betty retorted. Her legs hurt with exhaustion and needed sleep leaked into her muscles at this hour. She wasn’t in the mood for Cheryl’s mean-girl act tonight. “Are we gonna have a problem?” Impatience melted like ice from Cheryl’s face, fiery anger surging in its place. Her voice was too loud with the outburst, and the Poisons immediately snapped to alter positions, eyes glancing around the building and fingers lingering on hidden weapons. “Cheryl!” Toni warned, voice a contrasting urgent whisper. “No, if Betty has a bone to pick after coming this far, she should know the consequences. We take these missions seriously. Maybe it’s a game to you, but there’s no backing out for us. We can’t just waltz home and sleep peacefully without following orders. You’re a Poison now, or you’re an enemy.” Betty found herself unable to pay attention as Cheryl talked at her. The words entered her ears but became lost on the way to her brain as a deep fog filled the wiring of her mind. Her nerves tingled as if she were falling, or the ground were spinning rapidly around her, and her vision became blurred black. The sensation was unsettling, but familiar, especially since her father’s imprisonment. Yet usually Jughead or Veronica or Archie were with her to ground her as the dissociation overwhelmed her senses. Here in the deep night woods there were no warm hands to grab her and keep her from floating away. “You’re an enemy” leaked through the fog, echoing into the hearing processing center of her brain. She shook her head, clearing enough of the fog to mutter, “I’m not your enemy.” Her vision came to at the point of a knocked arrow, the arrowhead bright scarlet even in the silver moonlight. Cheryl’s still-fuming face glared at her from the other end of the shaft. The image sat hauntingly familiar in her mind, the hazy memory of a Dead-Eye card in flames and an even more distant lingering image of her father glaring at her behind a gun conjured at the corners of her awareness. “Go unlock the door.” Cheryl ordered, shouting the oncoming flashback away with her words. Though Betty was used to macyvering her own picks, a proper steel pick and torsion wrench slipped into her palm from Toni’s fingers. She pushed her way between Cheryl and Betty, giving Betty a shield to side-step out of the brush and onto the parking lot. Pins and needles sparked sharply in her feet as the rest of her body shook off the dissociation, remembering how sore and tired her muscles were. Still, Betty hobbled halfway across the small lot before her legs locked in fear, motion-detecting light suddenly pooling around her, wreathing her in brilliant white. The light hummed faintly in the quiet, the sound drowned out by the panic roaring in her ears while she waited for alarms to blare. Or sirens. She didn’t know which would be better. None came and eventually her legs unlocked, allowing her to stumble to the shadows clinging to the wall of the diner. Familiarity took her muscles, guiding her to the locked door. The lock inside the doorknob was not complex, and with only a little pressure and a couple audible clicks, she could thrust the heavy concrete door open. The hinges creaked as Betty let the door swing for a moment, waiting to hear voices or footsteps approach. Still, no noise came from the building. The Poisons joined her, moving silent and stealthy around the parking lot, weaving through the shadows in more expert patterns than she could have even thought to do. A sharp whistle met her ear as an arrow materialized embedded into the wooden steps just inside the door. The Poisons froze around her, allowing Cheryl to enter the building first, not without a sneer in Betty’s direction. Toni followed, and Betty shuffled in after the other members, keeping her eyes on the woods until the door closed. The steps to the speakeasy squeaked, the tiny stairwell illuminated by faint strips of orange light installed in the spaces between the wood panelling. Betty had to blink as Toni flicked the lights in the speakeasy on, flooding the room in warm yellow-white. With a smirk Cheryl turned toward her party, gestured grandly to the nearly finished La Bonne Nuit, and said in a familiar sing-song tone, “Well ladies, welcome to the candy store.” Immediately the party split up, searching for anything expensive-looking or useful construction bits. Cheryl and Betty were the only ones who didn’t move; the smirk on Cheryl’s scarlet lips faded to a sour pout, “At least make yourself useful and look for a safe. Shouldn’t be that hard to find if you know your friend.” The words stung. The thought of stealing from Veronica turned her stomach. Yet if Cheryl didn’t kill her for refusing to help, the Gargoyle King would. She should have never agreed to help the Poisons. “It’s under the drinks display.” She said, motioning to where she’d seen it installed a few weeks before, “I don’t know the code.” While Veronica trusted her, she was still quite a private person and wouldn’t have given her that information. Understandably so, given her family. Violating that trust added extra salt to her fresh wounds. “What are you here for if not to crack codes?” Cheryl stepped out of her way, the Poisons gathering around again with handfuls of spare copper wiring, rolls of light strips, and tools left abandoned at the end of the previous work day. They were practically breathing down her neck as she stepped behind the bar and crouched low to slide open the cabinet door hiding the safe away. The safe was fairly stereotypical; a square of heavy, dark steel wedged into the cabinet so no one could remove it without dismantling the surrounding wood. However, instead of the traditional dial that looked like it should rest in the center of the door, an electric lock and a keypad waited for her. As the safe was brand new, there was no visible wear on the number pads, and the buttons were firm to the touch when she dragged her knuckle over them. No visual indication of the password. Blinking lines on the green LCD screen showed a twelve digit solution, too long for a birthday, or anniversary, or pin code. Betty frowned, wracking her brain for a number that length Veronica could have chosen. “Has anyone seen a 12-digit number anywhere?” She asked aloud, hoping that perhaps there was a universal code they used on missions, but everyone shook their head. Must be a challenging cipher then. Betty considered pulling the code book up on her phone again, no 12-digit ciphers coming to mind. Except…. The clue that brought them there. Four sets of three letters made up the clue, 12 numbers in totals if she added each set together. Pulling the book out of her bag, she quickly added the numbers that designated each letter of “La Bonne Nuit.”. 645 655 656 777 A long beep rang from the lock as she pressed the enter button, followed by the click of magnets releasing inside. The door swung outward and she opened it slowly, met with a rather unremarkable stash. 4 rolls of coins as starter change sat in the corner, weighing down a blueprint of the building and a couple bank statements. Betty let out a sigh of relief, glad she wouldn’t be taking anything of major value. She passed the rolls of coins to the nearest Poison and collected the blueprint for herself, slipping it into her bag as she pushed away the recognition that she was stealing from her best friend. As she did so, however, another paper slipped from the very bottom of the safe, settling discreetly on the floor at her knees. Looking back quickly to make sure none of the girls were watching anymore, Betty lifted the paper into just enough light to read it. A tear consumed the top left corner and the contents were difficult to decipher due to wrinkles and smearing from fresh liquid. FAKE Written in bright red, blotchy ink scrawled across most of the page. The paper was thin under the bright paint, made recent enough that Betty avoided touching it lest she become literally red-handed. Carefully, she brought the page closer to her face, squinting to read the smeared letters through the ink. Photocopied given the poor quality of ink, Betty tried her best to scan through line by line, growing more and more confused. It seemed to be a building deed, likely to Pops’ as Veronica’s legal signature scrawled across a line at the bottom. But why would someone label this as fake so aggressively? So obviously that there was no way someone could miss it. And where was the real version of not here, in the building's safe the deed belonged to? “Betty! Are you coming?” She jumped as Toni called her name, hauling her out of her concentration. With haste, she shoved the sopping copy paper into a secluded pocket of her bag and shut the safe door. The electromagnet lock took a moment to click back on, and only then did she close the cabinet and get to her feet. As she stood to follow the Poisons up the stairs, the dull glow of her phone screen caught her attention through her pocket. It displayed two text messages at the top of the screen. “On our way” from Veronica. Received 20 minutes ago. “Stall, around the corner.” from Veronica. Received 1 minute ago. “Come on, Cabalist.” Cheryl growled from the stairs, the glare back in her eyes. That’s when the rumbling of speeding tires cut through their heist for the first time that night.

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Painted Flaws - Colossus/Piotr Rasputin x villian!Reader

Part 3

A/N: The story finally begins! Enjoy :)

Word count: 4.2k

Warnings: n s f w, smut

Summary: You’re a villian with a moral grey area. You meet Piotr at an art exhibit, but both of you are there for completely different reasons. Though the attraction was inevitable, will it be enough? A growing passionate love wrought with secrecy, both of you try to move through this maze. But when the ball drops, what will you choose? 

You arrive at the Starbucks 10 blocks away from your house. You had no idea what the contents of the suitcase might be – it was merely a drop-off. But you always made sure to be in the know about your Boss’ activities. Working at the whims of The Hand absolutely didn’t cut it for you, and you were adamant to never go down that road again.

Not again.

 Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear someone’s name being announced from the collection area.

‘’Venti Espresso for Ruben!’’ The barista calls out.

V-E-Ru.

That was the code. And you silently watch from the door as a man cheerily collects his order from the counter. You act swiftly, walking towards him – and just as he’s about to find a table from himself, you fake almost bumping into him.

‘’Pardon.’’ You apologise, in an accent that tips towards French – as was routine.

‘’Oh! You must be Ivana!’’ He exclaims. You shake his hand, and give him a curt nod, before joining him at the table. The both of you make small talk, and in the back of your mind, you think about the ingenuity of setting a drop-off like this; You talk to them like you’ve known them since childhood, but the questions and answers are all preconceived in the most meticulous fashion, to make sure the package gets delivered to the right person.

Once you’ve settled the formalities – all 30 minutes of it – and he asks about your non-existent dead relative, ‘’Ruben’’ bids you adieu – leaving the suitcase for your taking. You lazily move to grab it, and exit the store – as unnoticed as you first arrived – and make your way to the secondary destination.

You knock on the heavyset wooden door, painted a nice and easy brown. The house looks as similar to the ones surrounding it as it could – hidden in plain sight, they’d call it.

The door opens – with no one to greet you – and you enter with the all-important suitcase.

You walk into the living room, and there he was – his mouth bolstering a cigar between his lips.

‘’It’s nice to see you again, Y/N.’’ He greets with a genuine smile, as he puffs out a few clouds of smoke.

Your face doesn’t change as you stare at him, edging him on to get this over with.

‘’A stare of daggers. I assume you’ve still not forgiven me for the... misunderstanding.’’

You feel a spark of hatred within you, building slowly, rising up to your chest.

‘’They were kids. How could you have expected me to have gone through with it?’’

‘’We weren’t out to harm them. They were of good use. Unsuspecting. Perfect proxies to carry out the… financial aspect of our cause.’’ He explains, as if that made any of it better.

‘’They were caught. And the children that didn’t exactly fit the perfect mold of what the authorities thought a child worth saving should be? What the fuck did you think happened to them?’’ You feel the anger filling within you, seething. You grit your teeth, and toss the suitcase onto the floor in front of him. It skids across the clean, marble floor – coming to a stop when the man casually stops it with the lift of his black leather shoes.

The carefree expression of his face changes, his face now stiff and challenging. He walks over to you, his eyes hard and intimidating as they bore into you.

Your body tenses, when he abruptly grabs you by your hair, violently pulling your head back. He brings his face close to yours, his cigar now disregarded – leaving in its place a thick air of ashy musk that you’ve always hated.

‘’Listen here, you insolent punk. I have a business to run.’’ He snarls. ‘’Those teenage dirtbags needed a quick buck, and we were more than generous for the utterly harmless jobs they did for us.’’

Your eye twitches, and your stare burns right into him as he continues the intimidation game.

‘’I would even go as far as to argue that the quality of life of their families improved. They were old enough to know what they got themselves into,’’ he says, releasing you from his grip as he regains his cool, insouciant composure, and walks back towards the dining table.

‘’I’ve made my stance. Your job is to carry out the next phases.’’ His unforgiving eyes find yours, and he stares you down. ‘’One more quip out of you, and there would be no need for me to keep you, or your family around anymore. You are indebted to me. Try not to forget that the next time you feel like running your mouth.’’ He lights up another cigar, and takes a few puffs.

‘’Oh and, I personally think it was a big mistake to get attached to either of them, your little big man and your flower boy. But who am I to judge, right?’’ He remarks off-handedly, as he paces back towards you. To anyone else, it might have sounded like a mere observation – but it was more than that.

It was a threat, plain and simple.

He laughs maliciously against his cigar, using two fingers to bring your chin up. ‘’Smile for me, darling. Anger isn’t a pretty look for you.’’  You whip your face back away from him. But you’re instantly back to staring him down.

‘’Watch your back, Demetrius. No man stays at the top forever.’’ You say through gritted-teeth.

He watches you, dumbfounded, brows furrowed.

An unnerving smile crosses his face, and a chill runs down your spine.

‘’Now that’s a name I haven’t been called in a while.’’

He walks over to the suitcase, picks it up and places it on the table. He flicks both of the clasps over, and the suitcase release the tension as the top flips open just a little. He opens the top down in one swfit motionto, revealing in it a small, red velvet string pouch. He slowly picks it up in his hands, unravelling the string, revealing a vial with a dark looking serum-like liquid in it. And right as you’re about to ask what is it –

that’s when you feel a shift in the air.

You look at Demetrius, who only smiles at you. You know he feels it too.

A flash of red and black comes breaking through the kitchen window, and you step back, instinctively bringing up your turtleneck to cover half of your face. You fasten the scarf securely over your head, making sure you were, at least, harder to identify.

The man was attired in the unmistakable red and black suit, with two katanas on his back. You know him. Heck, the entire town knows this asshole.

It was none other than Wade Wilson – better known as his ‘’superhero’’ persona: Deadpool.

‘’My, my. What have we here? Another bunch of assholes and – oh! And who might you be?’’ He asks – turning to you as he draws his gun for its hiding place – in a light joking rhythm, which makes you smile under the fabric.

‘’Well, I guess I will leave him to you.’’ Demetrius orders – low, off-handed but commanding still –  before turning around and sauntering towards the back door.  

‘’You’re going nowhere fuckface.’’ Deadpool hops off the table, ready to fire at your boss, and just as he catches his aim, you kick the gun out of his hands – before kneeing him in the guts.

Deadpool turns to you, ‘’Oh you really shouldn’t have done that, bootleg Elektra.’’ You shift your legs, grounded and on the offense, hands in front of your chest and stomach – your heartbeat accelerates with purpose, and the smile you had from before doesn’t leave your face.

You hear the unsheathing of his katana before he attacks. You dodge the quick swipes – his swords almost unseen from the speed, as you danced around his assaults, stepping back –

then left

then right

‘’Wow, looks like someone took the phrase ‘let’s dance’ a little too literally. I can see that smile on your face.’’ He brandishes his weapon in front of you, and lunges at you before you have time to move.

He swings back, as he gives a purposeful swipe across your body but before the katana makes contact, you jump up out of the way – and duck, before lunging forward – your body landing a hard blow onto his torso.

You feel a wetness on your shoulder, and you notice a superficial slash on your shoulder, but the adrenaline refuses to let you feel the sting of the air against the cut. You scowl at the fact that he managed to land one on you. You notice that the front door was unlocked, and you eye it.

‘’Oh you mother– ‘’

‘’HEY ASSHOLE, You’re letting her get away!’’ A gruff voice hurries through the back door, holding a futuristic gun – as the sound of a motorcycle screeching away echoes into the room.

‘’Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that, you silver fox. Got a tracker on her.’’ He brings up a GPS device that shows a red blinking, beeping dot moving farther and farther away on a grid.

  You revv the engine, speeding through the street and onto a junction – slowing down as you see the traffic up ahead. You immediately switch on your electromagnetic device; no asshole is going to unwittingly follow you around.

  Back in Dopinder’s car, Deadpool notices that the blinking dot disappears and he punches the dashboard with a more than suitable ‘’OH THAT FUCKING. PIECE OF –‘’

  You zoom through, and past your neighbourhood – the wind flipping your loose hair wildly behind you, before you leave the motorcycle in the alley – near an abandoned shophouse a few blocks away; deciding to walk back to your apartment – just in case.

 You walk up the steps to your apartment. The daylight was burning out, and you think about what just happened. You were shaken, and that was such a frequent occurrence in this job that you’ve become quite numb to it. But…

He wasn’t supposed to know about D.K.

You breathe in, and release the pent-up stiffnesses with a deep exhale.

One problem at a time.

You enter your apartment, dropping your bag and coat onto the floor with a thud, and promptly enter your washroom – stripping yourself of the heaviness of the day. You were so focused on getting into the shower that you hadn’t heard the noises of confused hands sifting through your kitchen cabinets.

Standing under the shower head, the knob squeaks as you twist it to its hot setting, and you stand under it, letting the gushing water ease away at the tensions and knots in your body -- and once you’re out of the shower, you rifle through the medicine cabinet to apply some antiseptic to the cut on your shoulder. You had an odd tendency to recover really quickly from small wounds, but you still made sure to be extremely careful; which makes this cut an irritating reminder of your failure at that. 

You clad yourself in nothing but a towel, pretty sure that Piotr was still deep in his sleep, and amble into your room. You look at your bed, and immediately notice an absence of the big muscular protuberances you had left under the covers. You worriedly trace back into the kitchen

‘’Piotr?’’

‘’Y/N, I was just – ‘’ His head immediately looks up from its previous position of squatting down and facing the oven – his hands toying at the knobs – and when his gaze lands on your figure, he becomes a mumbling mess. He quickly straightens his body, and as he does, the back of his head slams against the bottom of the cabinets – a groan escaping him as a hand goes the place of injury.

You jump at the scene and quickly move to comfort him – tipping on your toes, in front of him, to reach the top of his head with your gentle hands – fervently rubbing the spot where the impact had fallen on the back of his head.

His stare remains on you, dumbfounded – the fragrance from your cherry blossom shampoo doing a number on him, when he realises just how close your unclothed skin was – 

but his chivalrous nature calls for him to look away, and as he does.

Time feels like a standstill, and he realises he’s been holding his breath.

 She is… truly beautiful.

 ‘’Wow, you hit your head pretty hard didn’t you, big guy?’’ You break the silence, as you slow the rubbing down to a stop.

You get back down on your feet and smile, but when your eyes meet his, you suddenly feel the tension in the air. His gaze intense -- searching deep into you.

And you feel more naked than ever.

 Will she accept, if I kissed her?

 You don’t look away, as your hand trails down to the side of his face – and you realise he’s been looking at your lips -- and before you could move closer, he steps forward – nudging you back, pinning you against the adjacent wall.

You feel the rush in your chest, as you feel his lips – soft, yet strong – melting into yours; your palms were on his chest, feeling him up, and moving up his neck – snaking over – as his hand tilts up your chin; bringing your face closer to his.

His kiss was tender, yet ardent, through shallow breaths. His fingers move to entwine between the locks of your rough, dripping hair; his palm now resting on the back of your head. He gets a whiff of your sweet-smelling hair again, and his hands go to run over the softness of your neck, making you titter as his ticklish touch makes you retract for a moment.

He doesn’t stop though, but he was now moving slowly down your neck – his lips nibbling from one side to the other – his sultry breath trailing close behind, as you shift your head to accommodate his loving touch. His hands have progressed to holding your body closer to him, big and secure against the small of your back.

You feel the towel’s lazy wrap-around losing its security, as the bottom most fabric moves away – exposing your legs your audience of one. It was now only held up by Piotr’s hands, and the thought of him pulling it off and doing you right there was turning you on belief.

You moan against the nippy air of the kitchen as he trails back up to your lips, needier and hungrier than ever. Hot, shallow breathes fill the air, punctuated by the stifled sounds of smacking lips.

You cup his face in your hands, pulling him into another burning kiss, as tips of both your noses sidle against the silent lulling of the kiss – like how the waves lull back and forth against the shore. You lower you hand down to his belt, to find his hard member - taut against the fabric of his pants as you cuff around his girth; and you feel him take a sharp breath.

You break away – your head tilted up against the wall, entirely breathless. He stops to look at you, concerned brows raised. ‘’Are you alright?’’

‘’Yeah, please don’t stop – ’’ you hurriedly unbuckle his belt – as you bring up your leg, hitching it over his waist – tugging his body closer to your core; and just as you do, you feel the towel slipping off your body.

Piotr kisses you once more, and you feel his smile against your lips, letting you pull him closer. His rough hands hold your waist, feeling the way your skin curves in different ways. He moves gradually up to your chest, his thumb over the side of your breast – gently grazing over it – before rubbing circles as sparks of pleasure run down to your core.

You bring your face to his neck, whining into his ear. He lowers his face and catches your neck between his lips – as he fondles your breasts, squeezing your nipples between two skilled fingers.

‘’Oh fuck, Piotr.’’

He huffs, amused by the profanity elicited by his actions. Your heartbeat bounces all over the place – and you start to wonder what he’s feeling.

 She cusses into my ear, and I have to laugh. Normally I would chide whoever would use such hard language – but she punctuates the word with my name, with a lust that I myself cannot keep inside. The feeling of her skin against my fingers – having her, a treasure, be completely dissolved under me – I am nothing but a lucky man.

She has her leg wrapped around me, and all I want to do is…

‘’ Fuck me, Piotr.’’ Your heavy breath fills his thoughts.

 And she takes the words right out of my mouth.

‘’ Whatever my lady wants.’’ Piotr obliges. He pulls up your other leg, holding you close as he carries you off into your room.

He lowers you gently onto the edge of the bed, and you know he’s getting restless – his towering body tenses, and you feel the telltale moisture on his body; you help his out of his shirt, before lacing your arms around his neck – pulling him close – inviting him onto you.

His forehead rests against yours – stealing kisses, as you feel him shifting your legs apart, aligning himself at your entrance.

Your eyes don’t leave his, as he teases you with the tip of his cock – rubbing up and down against your wet folds; and with one swift move, he pushes into you – you wince, taking in a sharp breath, but keep your eyes on him. His intense gaze never leaves you, as he pushes in a little more – slowly allowing his length to delve into you.

He begins with slow thrusts, being careful to ease you into it. But when you inevitably moan ‘’Harder, baby.’’ – his pace picks up, and just when you open your mouth wide to release a moan, Piotr’s mouth captures yours, his tongue finding yours as he toys around the sounds of your smothered moaning.

You feel the pleasure building in your core, arching your back – tense and rigid – as he determinedly, repeatedly drives into you; dissolving into a thread of Russian, compliments heavily breathed into your collar.

‘’That’s it… Don’t hold back… Just cum inside me.’’

Your candid profession drives him over the edge, and with one final thrust – hands clutching at your shoulders; pulling you in deep into his drive – he ejaculates inside you, his cock throbbing against your walls, as his pleasure – rough and low – voices into your ear. The carnal lust swells inside you, as you find your own orgasm amidst his – as you pulse against his hypersensitive member. He hisses at the feeling, before sluggishly falling limp onto you; your body tensing, then relaxing as the orgasm wanes.

The air fills with the remnants of sex – relaxed, naked bodies draped across each other, heavy panting diluting into slow, steady breathing – followed by the lazy trailing of your fingers down his back – as his face smothers your neck.

‘’That was… amazing, Piotr.’’

His body lifts a few inches off yours, as you come face to face with his beautiful blue eyes, dulled not even in the slightest by the darkness of the room, and his deep, calming voice reverberates in the silence. ‘’And you as well, moya–‘’

 DING

The sound of your oven rings from the kitchen, and you both turn to the direction of the sound. You chuckle as he groans in disappointment of the ruined moment – and leaves a lingering kiss on your cheek – before getting up to sort the matter of the ding.

You get dressed into your signature robe, and stroll into the kitchen as a hunched over Piotr carefully places a brownie onto a plate, before putting a scoop of vanilla ice-cream onto the brownie. You beam at the desert then look back at him, his attention focused on making the food look as presentable as possible. He has his back to you, and you sneak up on him – your warm body embracing him from behind as you let your chin rest on his shoulder. He takes a seat, before lifting a fork up to his side – towards your mouth, and you see the delicious looking match of sweet, savoury brownie with vanilla ice-cream. You graciously accept the treat from your position on his shoulder, before moving to sit on the chair next to him.

‘’Mmmmm theze arhre sO GOOD, Piotr!’’ You say, as you chow down. Piotr laughs at your attempt at talking while eating, before giving you another spoonful; which you bite down immediately – before taking the spoon from him and giving him a generous helping for the desert.

‘’So, I guess you’re feeling all better, huh? Judging from the fantastic performance a short while ago…’’ You smirk as he chews, and he beams at you sheepishly.

‘’Yes, all thanks to you.’’

His response has you smiling back at him suggestively, and he brings his hands up in defense.

‘’I meant… not the… I meant, because you took care of me, Da?’’

You laugh, as you finish off the rest of the brownie on the plate – saving the big batch Piotr had made for later. When you both get done clearing up the kitchen, you hear knocking from the front door, making you raise an eyebrow.

‘’I’ll go get it.’’

You weren’t expecting any guests – mailman or not. You slowly walk to the door, looking into the peephole – where you vaguely make out the form of a black man of medium build, his baby blue button-down shirt – patterned with vague pink shapes – giving away his identity.

‘’Hello, I really gotta pee here sis! I can feel the pee trickling–’’ He sounds through the door and you quickly open up before he could finish, but just enough to peek your head through.

‘’GOD D.K. – keep you voice down. What the hell are you doing here? I told you to never follow me home. What part of never did you not understand?’’ You ask under your breath, careful not to let Piotr overhear you.

‘’Can I please just use your bathroom? Questions later?’’ He asks, an innocent urgency in his voice. You eye him, before letting him through. He stops when he notices the bouquet Piotr had gotten you.

‘’Wait. What? This was the same bouquet that–‘’ he looks at you, then back at the bouquet – ‘’Wait. Don’t tell me. Beautiful blue eyes? 6 ft tall? Strong Russian accent?’’

Your eyes widen. ‘’How the hell–‘’

But before you finish, D.K. books it to your bathroom – locking the door behind him with a loud clunk.

Piotr walks into the hall from inside your room, seemingly just getting off the phone.

‘’I think I need to leave soon. Who was at the door?’’

‘’Oh, just a friend who needed to use the bathroom… You gotta leave so soon?’’

‘’Da. I had a wonderful day today, and I owe it to you. I will call you once I’ve reached home.’’ He pulls your waist towards him, placing a tender kiss on the top of your forehead.

‘’Alright. Have a safe trip home, Piotr. And thank you. For everything.’’ You smile at him, responding with a kiss on his cheek – as you follow him to the door.

 D.K. exits the washroom, wiping his wet hands onto napkins, before tossing it to the wastebasket.

‘’I’m surprised, Y/N. I thought you swore off men?’’

‘’Stop. You aren’t supposed to be here. And how did you know about him? Don’t tell me you’re working at the flower shop near here. You know how risky that is, D.K.!’’

‘’Woah, woah. I just needed some cash! And I convinced the old man to pay me in cash, so all’s good!’’

You roll your eyes. ‘’You don’t get it D.K. He knows about you. We need to be more careful. No more coming around here. He’d kill you if he saw you around. Just because we’ve gotten away for all this time, doesn’t mean we won’t get caught.’’

D.K. stays silent, contemplating the gravity of the situation for the umpteenth time, as you go into your room to grab your laptop.

‘’Look. Your new passport is still processing. I have friends in Long Island who will take care of you until all the other paperwork settles. But for now, we got to stay under the radar. You’ll be more useful from over there – and don’t worry about law school, your grades were good enough to get you an exemption at Cal State. In due time, we might even be able to move your family over.’’

He watches you, solemnly working on your laptop. ‘’Thanks, sis. I really appreciate it. But I honestly just wanted to see you. The guys at school are a bunch of asses. I think – ’’

‘’You need to get back home. I’ll book an Uber.’’

His face falls, as he takes a seat on your couch – quietly waiting for the Uber – with the sound of you typing away at your laptop permeates through the house.

 ‘’Oh, chrome-dick finally decides to show, huh? Was the sex so good that you blow off an important mission? Well, guess what! Because of your carelessness, they got away!’’ Deadpool complains as Colossus enters the living room of the X-Mansion.

‘’What are you talking about?’’

‘’Those underground ‘anti-mutant serum’ assholes? Yeah, they got away – zoomed away on their bike into the horizon! –‘’ Deadpool waves his outstretched hands in front of him– ‘’POOF! Vanished into thin–‘’

‘’He’s right.’’ Cable interjects. ‘’We saw two suspects. The man in the suit, and a woman – loosely covered. We couldn’t identify her. But I can trace the disabled tracker to where we think she might be. And maybe she’ll lead us to the top.’’

Colossus considers it for a moment. ‘’Right. Please get on it as soon as possible. Maybe get NTW to help as well. She is well-versed in mechanics.’’

Cable smiles, as he pulls up the GPS device Wade used to link the tracker, and disappears into the back room.

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[chimmy-joos]

As Long as You’re With Me Yandere Taehyung |M|

Description: Taehyung just wants you to know how much he loves you and he will do whatever it takes to keep you from leaving him.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word count: 4.3k

Tags: smut for miles, degrading name-calling, spanking, bondage, creampies, mind-break, Yandere!Taehyung, you know the good stuff

*inner psychopath comes out* thank you so much for this request I had so much fun writing it! This turned out longer than I expected, but its worth it, isn’t it? :) Anyways enjoy this rubbish if you didn’t notice i have a thing for psychopaths

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You felt his alluring stare shoot daggers into your back as you walk up to the stage to accept your award for Best New Artist. Or perhaps that was the the effect of the 500,000 people in the audience and everyone watching on national television, but it felt like it was only Kim Taehyung and you.

You started dating Taehyung before you debuted as a solo artist. You met through mutual friends at a Korean barbecue restaurant and the two of you immediately clicked. Well, you tell other people that the two of you hit it off right away, but really it was after he had taken you home and fucked your brains out. It was the morning after when he had made you breakfast in bed(an apology for being too rough) when you had actually developed some romantic feelings. An idol with a good looking face, incredible sense of humor, and a beastly libido to match? What more could you ask for?

You accepted the award from the MC and bowed your head to him before turning to the audience and bowing even deeper. This was the first daesang you received with your new album and you could not be more proud of yourself. All your hard work to get you to this point had paid off, but it was too early to take a breath of relief. There was still room for improvement and you weren’t about to slow down now. Still, you held back tears as you peered out to the sea of people in the audience, screaming out your name.

Your speech was filled with words of gratitude, mostly to your fans that voted for you as well as friends and family that had supported you to this point. You didn’t forget to mention your managers and staff that helped you as well.

After the award show was over, all you wanted to do was go home and take a nice, long bubble bath in the hotel room and you were just about ready to leave when you were stopped by a fellow idol friend, Eunwoo.

“Y/N noona! Congratulations! I knew you would win, your album is so amazing!” The young man expressed his praise with a bright smile, like an innocent lamb.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it. Congrats on winning Popular Artist! You guys are really working hard, aren’t you?” Your expression softened and you reached up to pinch his cheeks. The younger idol blushed and lowered his head; his dyed brown fringe fell in front of his eyes.

“Thank you, noona. Well, my members are probably waiting for me. I’ll talk to you later!” He said, bowing to you before leaving. You waved him off with a wide smile and turned around to return to your dressing room where your managers were.

Down the hall was Taehyung, watching you. Watching you with Eunwoo. That bastard. His fists were clenched at his side, hidden underneath the sleeve of his tuxedo. Taehyung followed you as you entered your dressing room before swooping in and sliding in right behind you.

“Y/N,” he called out in his rich voice. You turned around, your gorgeous hair flying through the air like a majestic goddess. Taehyung sighed and felt his heart skip a beat. It was like he fell in love with you all over again every time he looked at you. You were perfect. You were his, only his.

“Hi baby,” your red lips stretched into a toothy smile and you stood on your toes to kiss Taehyung. “You did great today.” You cooed and scrunched your nose at him.

“You did too. You don’t know how badly I wanted to scream when you won.” Taehyung reached around your waist and pulled you closer to him until your chest was pressed against his. If only he could stay like this forever, just centimeters apart from you. He couldn’t bear being any further from you. If only you knew how much Taehyung longed for you. Every morning he wished you could be the first thing he saw when he woke up and every night, it was your voice he wanted to hear wish him a good nights sleep. Well, you do that anyways, but it’s different over the phone. He just needed to feel you.

“Are you coming over tonight?” You tapped your finger over Taehyung’s lips and your eyes settled on them with a hint of suggestiveness. He licked the sides of his mouth.

“Of course, I’ll just let the other guys know and my manager. Wait for me, princess.” He smiled and leaned in, pressing his lips to your ear. “Without any panties, understand?” He whispered and the vibrations of his deep voice made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

“Yes sir,” you replied with a meek voice as he pulled away. Your boyfriend smiled almost devilishly and backed away. He dragged his hand along your arm, lingering longer at your small hands.

“I’ll see you soon.” He said and kissed your knuckles before heading out the door. Once the doo closed behind him, his eyes went dark. He looked down to floor so the people passing wouldn’t be intimidated by his icy, murderous glare. He returned back to BTS’s dressing room with his head lowered and entered the room the same way.

“Taehyung! Where have you been? Why haven’t you answered your phone?” Namjoon scolded him. Taehyung glanced up as his eyes slowly brightened.

“Sorry hyung, I went to go see Y/N for a second. You know she just won her first daesang, so I have to congratulate her.” He said and grabbed his jacket off the clothes rack.

“That’s fine and all, but hurry up and grab your things. The managers are waiting for us.” Yoongi said hastily, pulling a black mask over his mouth. Taehyung picked up his Gucci handbag from off the makeup table and turned to Jungkook as he was leaving.

“Hey,” Taehyung called out to get his attention. Jungkook looked up from his phone and moved his large headphones away from his ear. “I’m not going to be home tonight. You can play without me.”

Jungkook groaned and Taehyung literally saw his shoulders drop in disappointment. “Seriously? Hyung, you promised you’d be online tonight! Who else am I going to team up with?” Jungkook whined and Taehyung was having none of it. He brushed past Jungkook and followed the rest of the members back to their van.

“Sorry, my little princess calls for me tonight.” A smirk crept over his face, sinister and almost psychotic. He had a long night ahead of him and you an even longer night. Just thinking about the way Eunwoo spoke to you kindled a burning jealousy inside of Taehyung. Although he shouldn’t be, in any way, jealous because Taehyung knew deep down that you only had eyes for him, he would never allow anyone else’s eyes on you. And likewise, he would never allow your eyes to wander away from him.

Taehyung had to explain his rooted love for you even if that meant by force.

Keys? Check.

Mask? Check.

Ropes? Check.

That was all Taehyung needed tonight. If he truly wanted to go the extra mile, he’d opt for the collar or the vibrators, or even the gag, but that’d be saved for another time. Taehyung expected you to take off on him after learning about his sexual preferences kinks, but you stayed and Taehyung knew you were the one.

Taehyung didn’t have to beg much when asking to borrow the company’s car, perhaps that being because his managers didn’t want to hear anything about Taehyung’s sex life. Taehyung drove to your apartment in record time so he could give you your punishment right away.

As he pulled into the parking lot, he looked up to see the dim light of your lamp through the sheer curtains. Perfect, he thought. Taehyung hummed to himself as he pulled out his bag out of the passenger seat and also while he walked up to your apartment. Knowing you were behind the door waiting patiently for Taehyung—possibly with no bra and definitely no panties like he ordered you to—excited his inner sadist.

He knocked on the door three times before turning the doorknob to find it open. You left it unlocked for him knowing he wouldn’t want to wait for you to come open it. Smart girl, he smirked before waltzing inside the dimmed apartment. Your room was the last room on the right of the hall and he made sure that his creaky footsteps responded throughout the house. As he approached your room, he could hear soft R&B music playing from your Bluetooth speakers.

Taehyung pushed open the door slowly and his eyes flickered to your thin body lying across the silk bed. You wore nothing but a pink babydoll dress and your hair swept over the valley of your back in waves. Something stirred inside of Taehyung upon seeing your nubile body and it only made him want to deliver his punishment even faster.

“You’re finally here,” You hummed and turned over  to face Taehyung. You weren’t wearing a bra, which was even better. Less things to take off which saved time. “What took you so long, baby?”

“I got held up,” he replied and set the bag on the floor with a heavy thud. Your eyes darted to the bag and for a second, Taehyung could’ve sworn your face paled. “I have to talk to you about something.” He said and walked over to you. You swung your legs over the edge of the bed and looked up at him with a sweet smile.

“Yes?” You fluttered your eyelashes, but Taehyung’s blank expression didn’t change. Blank expression? How could he put on such a face when you went out of your way to put on an extra sexy outfit just for him? Something was wrong. You reached up and touched his arm. “Did something happen, baby?”

He slipped his arm away from your touch only to touch your smooth cheek with his other hand. His long fingers caressed your face gently all the way down to your chin where he pinched it.

“On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do you love me?” He asked and the sudden question made you raise your brows in surprise.

“What?” You chuckled and grasped Taehyung’s hand. “Honey, love can’t be measured on a scale, it’s a feeling. That’s ridiculous.” You said lightly, but Taehyung didn’t seem to find it funny at all. He continued to stare down at you with those dark, lifeless eyes that didn’t belong on his handsome face.

“I need a number.” He said. You realized that he wasn’t going to let you off the hook without one.

“Fine, a 10. I love you sooo much, Taehyung.” You smiled at him. Those reassuring words chipped at his stony exterior just a bit and you saw the faintness of a smile on his lips.

“You won’t leave me, right?” He asked, he stroked small circles over your chin.

“I won’t.”

“And you won’t talk to other guys? You won’t look at them or be friends with them? Not even Eunwoo?” Taehyung blurted out and you couldn’t even comprehend the first one, much less the absurdity of the rest.

“W-What? What are you talking about?” You asked and he took your face in his hands, squishing your cheeks together until your lips were puckered.

“You have to promise me, Y/N. It’ll only be me—only us, right?” He asked gently, almost overly anticipating your answer.

“Yesh,” you said the best you could with your cheeks pushed together. Relief caved into Taehyung and he sighed audibly in relief. His shoulders fell and you could see the craziness in his eyes diminish right before you.

“Thank god,” he said and kissed you. “Shall we get started?” He asked before peppering you in more kisses on your lips down to our chin. You closed your eyes as Taehyung kissed your neck; he licked a small spot on your warm skin before promptly placing his lips on your nape and sucking. You moaned; the spot grew in heat and spread throughout your body the more he licked.

“B-Baby...” you moaned and squeezed Taehyung’s shoulders—a silent plead for him to do more than just kissing. Taehyung jerked away and you looked up at him with startled eyes.

“Wait, I have something,” He suddenly remembered his toys that he brought with him and rummaged through his bag to retrieve them. Once you saw him pull out the black blindfold and the bright red rope, your heart rate quickened. Either you had done something wrong or Taehyung was just feeling extra adventurous tonight.

“Get on the bed.” Taehyung snapped and his sharp eyes flickered to the bed. You scooted back to the middle of the bed and stretched your legs out in front of you. Taehyung unraveled the rope from its knot with his long, bony fingers which you followed with hungry eyes. Oh, what you wouldn’t do to have those fingers inside of you.

Firmly but with precision and skill, Taehyung swiftly brought your ankles together and looped the rope around them. He tied a knot around it and yanked it a few times to make sure that it was tight, just as he liked it. You kept your eyes on his face because he was the most attractive when he was focused on something. His thick eyebrows were set heavily over his eyes in concentration. He flicked his gaze up to you and you nearly lost your breath underneath his fiery gaze. Definitely the most attractive.

“Turn over,” He reverberated lowly. You turned over and dug your knees into the mattress as your ankles being tied threw your balance off. Already knowing what to come next, you reached behind your back and linked your wrists together to make it easier for Taehyung to wrap the rope around them. He clutched his hand around your hands, holding them together as he tied your wrists together.

Taehyung leaned back to look at his marvelous handiwork. Seeing you tied up like some toy he can’t wish to make a mess of switched something on inside of him. He had to have you. No one else could make him feel this rush of arousal and infatuation. His eyes trailed down your arched spine and the curve of your ass stuck in the air to your glistening slit. He raised his brow.

“Have you been playing with yourself?”

“No sir, you know I never do.” You pouted.

“Really,” He smoothed his hand over your hamstring and smacked your ass with a resounding, hard thump. You choke back a gasp and pushed your weight into your knees while your toes curled in a mixture of excitement and pain. “Then why are you this wet?” Taehyung’s fingers slipped in between your slit and spread your slit to reveal your sipping wet pussy. His mouth pulled into a side smirk.

“J-Just dry humping...” you moaned into the mattress. “I was lonely.”

“Hm,” Taehyung hummed in amusement. “Did you think about me?”

“Yes sir,” you clench your hands into fists and resist the urge to push yourself onto Taehyung’s fingers that were right there. “Everyday, sir. It’s only you.”

Taehyung could never tell you how much his heart swelled when he heard you say that. You belonged to him, only him. Should anyone ever test that or doubt it, he had no problem in showing them—the entire world what you mean to him. Even if that meant putting both of your careers on the line. It was all or nothing for you.

“That’s right, you little slut,” Taehyung snarled and squeezed your ass cheek. “You did well tonight. Waving this ass around in front of thousands of people. Do you like it when people watch you, hmm? You like the idea of men getting hard because of you?” He taunted, giving you another slap on each cheek. It wasn’t even that forced, but Taehyung’s hands were so big that his palm covered your entire cheek.

“I-I do,” you whined. You didn’t, in all honesty. It was nice to know that people liked seeing you dance, but knowing that there were some fans that enjoyed your performances a little too much was something that you tried to not think about. But whatever Taehyung wanted to hear, you’d say it.

“If only they knew what I see every night.” Taehyung purred; his thumbs spread your pussy even more to reveal your small hole. So pretty and pink and looked like the perfect cock sleeve to place his cock in there soon. Your sweet scent numbed his brain and all he wanted to do was eat you up.

You gasped as he slid his wet tongue down your sex. It was ticklish and your pussy clenched. He flicked his tongue against your slit and took your clit in his mouth, sucking it and swirling his tongue over it. You let out your moan into the mattress knowing damn well that it would come out as guttural.

“F-Fuck, Tae... o-ohh baby, that feels so fucking good,” You whined, pushing your ass back into Taehyung’s face as he happily lapped up your juices. Taehyung grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to him as his tongue moved more aggressively. He focused more so on your clit knowing that it was your most sensitive part. Then, he licked long strips along your pussy and you let out a shuddering moan. Your face fell into the mattress yet again and you drowned your moans into the sheets.

“So sweet,” Taehyung pulled away and licked his lips. He suddenly plunged his finger inside of you and the intrusion sent a new sense of pleasure through your body. Your jaw fell open and you groaned. “Look at you, so tight around my finger. Can’t wait to fuck you with my cock.” He snickered in amusement.

“Oh god, yes!”

“You like that? You want me to fuck you with my cock, baby?” Taehyung teased, twisting his finger inside of you.

“Y-Yes!” You stuttered, already feeling yourself on the brink of an orgasm.

“Yes what?”

“Yes sir, I want you to fuck my tight little pussy with your big fucking cock! Please, sir!” You screamed; your pussy clenched in need for something to wrap around. Taehyung hummed, still digging his finger inside of your pussy and watching your juices drip down your slit. He licked up the thick, sweet juice before it stained your sheets and sucked your clit again.

Taehyung stood up and palmed his erection through his pants, wrapping his hand around his balls. He groaned and licked the corners of his dry mouth. “Spread your legs.” He ordered and you did so, sliding your legs over the sleek sheets and raising your ass in the air. Taehyung slid his pants down and his thick cock sprang up. He stroked it from the base and inhaled sharply. He lined the tip up with your hole and didn’t give you a single warning before sliding his cock all the way inside of you.

You groaned at the stretch and how fucking deep he was reaching inside of you. You could feel him in your guts and every part of you felt so full.

“Fuck! Oh my fucking god—s-so deep!” You moaned—your legs shaking in ecstasy. Taehyung grabbed the rope around your wrists and started slamming his hips into you—the sound of his hips slapping against your ass mixed with your stuttering moans. With each thrust, Taehyung pushed you into the mattress and forced a moan from out of you.

“Agh, fucking hell! You cumming on my dick, baby? God, you’re so tight.” He growled and slammed into you; his balls rubbed your clit as he grinding into your cervix. You gasped and gripped the sheets in pain. Okay, Taehyung was fucking huge and sometimes it was beneficial to you. Most times it felt heavenly, but at times like this when Taehyung had you tied up like a roasted pig and was fucking your brains out from behind without a single thought about you was when it was nearing a border that you weren’t comfortable crossing.

“Ta-Taehyung—oh fuck—slower p-please...” You pleaded in staggering increments; your breath was continuously being knocked out of you. Then, you felt rough hands grab the back of your neck and forced your face into the mattress. Taehyung propped both of his feet on the bed and plunged his cock deeper into you.

“Mm, that’s right. Squeeze my cock, baby. Oh fuck, you feel so tight around my cock, like a little cock sleeve. You like being fucked like a whore?” Taehyung hissed as he inhaled. The feeling of your wet folds wrapping around his cock as he plunged into you was blindingly pleasurable. If he lost focus, he’d cum right inside your pretty pink hole.

“Yes, yes, yes! Fu-uck me, da-addy!” You stuttered our while your body was thrown against the bed wildly. Taehyung grinding into you and you could feel the coiling in your stomach burn and then you were cumming; you buried your face in the mattress and screamed as Taehyung continued to fuck you.

Taehyung paused his forceful thrusts to savor your pussy convulsing around his dick—your walls twitched in pleasure. He could see the edges of your pussy lined with cream that had accumulated over time.

He spread your ass cheeks apart and slowly started to move again. He gauged your sensitivity by your deep moans.

“God, you’re so good. I’ll cum soon baby, just wait.” Taehyung reassured as he picked up his pace. As Taehyung fucked you, the feeling of his thick cock pulling at your pussy gradually made you uncomfortable, but you just had to wait. It wouldn’t be long before Taehyung reached his climax.

“Aggghh fuck! I’m gonna cum!” He exclaimed and buried himself deep inside of you before planting his seed. You felt his cock twitch as his warm cum filled you up. You chewed on your lip and pressed your ass against his hips and have him dick grind deeper into you.

Taehyung pulled out of you and spread your ass to see his thick spunk dribble out of your hole. He slid his fingers into you and pushed the cum back in.

“Keep it in there. You’re going to have my babies and I’m going to keep coming inside until you do.” He smiled too purely as he fingered you.

“Y-Yes sir.” You moaned back. The thought of having Taehyung’s kids sounded amazing, but the fact that your career would be thrown down the drain wasn’t so appealing. Though, you felt the need to agree to everything he said.

Taehyung stood back, marveling at your body sprawled out on the bed, your reddened and abused pussy looked ripe for another round and Taehyung was tempted to dive his cock right back in there. He held his temptation at bay and instead slipped back into his pants. You glanced back.

“Um, babe? Can you untie me now?” You asked in a small voice. Taehyung nearly glared at you with an offended, angry expression that flashed across his face.

“Untie you?” He moved closer. Taehyung presses his knee on the bed in between your legs and pressed down on the small of your back. You yelped in surprise. “Why should I? So you could go and flirt with guys backstage again? So other people could stain your beautiful skin with their filthy hands? Hah, I don’t think so.” He laughed heartlessly. You could feel your heart rate pick up as fear settled in. You squirmed under Taehyung, but his large hands held you down effortlessly.

“T-Taehyung? Baby, untie me. This isn’t the time for jok—ow!” You cried out as your arms cramped from being strained from both from the ropes and Taehyung’s strength.

Taehyung leaned in, pressing his body against yours. You felt his nose brush against your hair and you jumped. His breath felt hot against the back of your ear.

“Jokes? You think I’m fucking joking? The only thing that’s funny is seeing thousands of men across the country crying because their dearest idol is pregnant with someone’s child,” Taehyung ran a hand along your ass and sliding a finger between your wet, cum-filled slit. You whimpered and lowered your head into the mattress. Taehyung reached under and wrapped his hand around your throat, yanking it back up. You gasped sharply until your breath was taken by Taehyung’s vice grip around your neck. “You’re staying in this room until I say you can leave. Understand?” He spat and released his grip.

“What? Taehyung, you can’t be serious! Let me go right now!” You coughed and jerked under him. Taehyung crawled off of you, watching you struggle. You glared at him while gritting your teeth in anger. Had your joints not been restricted by those damned ropes, you would’ve been all over Taehyung. The only thing you could do was tighten your fists into balls.

Little did you know that seeing you so angry only aroused Taehyung even more. He felt his pants tighten around his erection and he glanced down at it. What stood between him and dumping another load of cum inside your pussy or down your throat was the part of Taehyung that cared for your well being.

He just wanted to show how much he loved you.

“Just listen to me and you’ll be fine.” Taehyung reassured calmly, earning another menacing, tear-filled glare from you.

“Are you fucking insane?! Let me go!”

“Baby, you know I can’t do that. You’re safer in here with me.” Taehyung cooed and knelt down so he was eye to eye with you. Your frightened eyes cowered beneath Taehyung’s unwavering, scarily calm gaze. He stroked your hair and you flinched at the contact. “Everything will be alright as long as you’re with me.” Taehyung’s eyes shift into a empty, crazed look--he cups your face in his large hands and smooths his thumbs over your supple cheeks. There’s a strange, unfamiliar urge in Taehyung to press his thumbs into your eyes. The flashing image of your eyeless body with blood running down your cheeks as if they were the tears of a fallen angel sent a shudder through Taehyung’s body. It was tempting, almost.

“I don’t want to hurt you...” his voice shook as he was on the edge of crying. You were well beyond crying at this point. Your sobs went unnoticed at this point and dread started to sink in. He wasn’t going to untie you. You’d be tied up like some sex slave and forced to bear his child. Had it been under any, preferably more romantic circumstances, you’d be swooning over the idea of having Taehyung’s child, but this was different. Your entire world flipped upside down in one night. How many other people can say that?

[scarlette-joel-writing]

Erased Pt. 4

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Requested by: Me. 

Warnings: Yall already know. 

A/N I think im just gonna give up with telling you how long this thing is gonna be. It will be done when I think its ready to be done LOL 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5  Part 6  Part 7 Part 8  Part 9 Part 10  Part 11  Part 12 Part 13

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The mind is a complex and vast place.

Filled to the brim with all of the conscious and subconscious things that you remember or know. Every fact that you have ever learned, every word that you have ever spoken, every memory that you have ever had is stored within your head. Memories that you don’t believe you have or believe that you might have forgotten are there as well. Every single moment of a person’s life Is stored within their mind.

It is just a matter of retrieving the information that you want. It’s a matter of sifting through the data to find what you need.

Let’s see if I can put it into simpler terms. The mind is like a huge, never-ending warehouse that is filled to the brim with rows upon rows of filing cabinets. And in these filing cabinets is every action you have ever done. Every word that you have ever spoken. Every date you have been on and every test that you have ever taken. All of these memories and moments of your life are stored in your head.

And all of your conscious knowledge. All of the facts that you know and the words that you can speak. All of the memories that you can recall. Those are all located in the 10% of the brain that humans can actually use. Everything you know is located in 10%. Just imagine what things are hiding in the other 90% in your subconscious.

And there is no organization to these memories. Every person is different and that means that every person’s mind is different. In some places it is well lit and clean and stable. And in other cases there are no lights and there are spiders and cobwebs everywhere. Some might have their brain organized chronologically or by the importance of the memory. Other might have the happy memories first or vice versa.

And in my case at the moment, my mind is black. Everything is black and I cant see or hear or feel anything. But I am acutely aware that I am still in my own head. I am aware that I am thinking but there is nothing to think of.

Where my brain differs from other peoples is in the fact that I can use all 100% of my brain. Kind of like that movie that came out a while ago with the woman who looked a lot like Natasha Romanoff, but not exactly. I don’t see strings of numbers like her. But because I can use all of my brain, I know everything that has ever happened in my life. Every word I have ever read. Every answer to every test that I have ever taken. I can remember names of thousands upon thousands of people, and I can see not only my memories but the memories that I have taken from other people.

Like right now. If I was a normal person and I had passed out, I would be dreaming. Or everything would just be black and I wouldn’t even know that I was passed out, but because I am who I am, I can still sense the outside world and I can still sense that I am somewhere different from where I usually am. Usually I like the quiet and the peace, but not when I cant control it. Not when I cant turn it off and go back to reality.

When I am not in control, things start to get a little shaky.

I close my mind’s eye for a second before I allow myself to “sit down” on the floor of my dark mind and cross my legs. If I cant help the situation that I am in. If I cant fight my way out of it, then I might as well take this moment to do a bit of meditating. Try to find some good out of all of the shit that has happened.

I am sitting there for almost 2 days, TWO FREAKING DAYS, when I can feel my outside body begin to stir. See, sometimes there isn’t really a connection between my body and my brain. I have a really strong mind that I can do a lot with but I have a really weak body that really doesn’t want to follow any rules that I give it. My brain gets hurt? It bounces straight back. My body takes a beating from a genetically enhanced super soldier that was trying to kill me? Suddenly it doesn’t want to function correctly. I don’t get it.

“Fuck,” is the first thing out of my mouth as I open my eyes to the bright eyes overhead. I can feel the pain radiating throughout my body and the way that my muscles twitch every few seconds from the complete and utter beating that they took almost 46 hours ago. I don’t even attempt to move. I just stay where I am and hope that it all goes away

“Y/N” someone says and when I open my eyes again and look down, I can just see that everyone in the complex is staring at me. Looking at me like I am a lost puppy. Cap, Sam, and Vision are on one side of me, Tony and Clint in front of me and Natasha, Wanda, and Bruce on the other side of me. I am down in Med bay, laying in a bed and it makes me wanna laugh. Looks like the roles have reversed.

“Hello,” I say as I take a deep breath, immediately regretting that decision because my lungs feel like a dagger went through them.

“Thought we had lost you there for a second. You have been out almost 2 days,” Sam says to me as he hands me a cup of water. Natasha pushes a button on the side of the bed to put me in a sitting position, an action that does nothing but cause me to writhe in pain, and then I take a sip of water. It feels like a glacier running down my throat and I love it.

“Oh trust me, I know exactly how long I was out,” I take another look around the room and I see that I completely skipped over the fact that someone isn’t present at my little “youre alive” party. “Where is Barnes? Still recovering from the beating I gave him?” I laugh. But I seem to be the only one. Suddenly no one will look at me. Suddenly the floor has become the most interesting thing in the world. “Guys. Where is Bucky?”

“He hasn’t left his room since you passed out, Y/N,” Cap says and I just give him a look that tells him that I am utterly confused.

“Yes, the boy seems to think that locking himself in a room and refusing meals is going to make you better,” comes Tony’s response. “Oh, and next time you decide you want to bleed all over a carpet, can you make sure that it is not my very expensive carpet? Thank you,” Tony takes a step forward, puts his hand on my leg and then gives me a wink. “But I am glad that you are okay,” and then he is gone.

Ah Tony. Always the closeted sap.

“Someone help me up. I need to go talk to bucky,” I am pulling out IV’s and tubes, trying to move the blankets.

“You are not going anywhere Y/N,” Cap says as he comes over and puts a hand on my shoulder. “You just woke up from a two day coma. Bucky can wait a bit,”

“I wasn’t asking, Captain,” I say as I shake his arm off of me.

“And neither was I. It was an order,”

“Then I guess it is a good thing that I am not really a part of your team, now isn’t it?” And with that, I pull myself up off the bed and take a few shaky steps to the elevator. My body doesn’t want to cooperate with me but I have to tell Bucky that this isn’t his fault. I hit the button and the elevator opens and then closes behind me a few seconds later. ���Floor 27,” I say as we descend.

Walking is hard. And walking with bruises and cuts all over your body after not having moved for two days is even harder. I can feel the way that my shoulders sag and I hate it. I hate feeling weak. I hate feeling like I cant do anything. Even though my brain is running at top speed right now.

I get off the elevator and into the living room of Bucky’s apartment. It is clean and nice and empty. I make my way to his bedroom door, which I know is his because every floor has the same layout, and I knock.

“Go away, Steve. I am not in the mood,” I can hear his voice come from the other side and it sends a shiver down my spine. So small. So weak. So broken. All of those feelings and emotions flood through me as I stand there on the other side of the door. I have never heard him like that before. Never heard him sound so distraught. Could that really be because of me?

I knock again.

“Go away, Steve.” He doesn’t yell and he doesn’t seem angry. He just seems sad. So much sadness.

“Well, I am not Steve,” I say and then I can hear the flying of feet and the unlocking of the door before I am brought face to face with James Buchanan Barnes himself. Staring down at me with wide eyes. “And I am not going away. I am pretty hard to get rid of,”

“Oh my god, Y/N,” he whispers and then he wraps his flesh arm around my waist and pulls me to his chest. It knocks the wind out of me a bit but I let my shock overtake the pain at the fact that I am stood here, hugging Bucky Barnes. I can feel Bucky’s head nestle into the crook of my neck and it makes my heart begin to beat faster. “Oh my god, I am so sorry. I am so so so sorry. I cant believe that I did that to you. I cant believe that you almost died because of me. I am so sorry,” he keeps repeating over and over again. I just wrap my arms around his neck and rub small circles on his back.

“It isn’t your fault, Bucky. Im not mad at you, and I didnt come up here to get mad at you. I came to make sure that you were alright. The guys tell me that you haven’t been eating,” I pull him back from the hug to see the dark dark circles under his eyes. “And apparently you haven’t been sleeping well either,” he scoffs.

“How could I sleep knowing that you might not have woken up from me beating you?!” I just grab his hand and pull him back into the bedroom. Over to the bed. And then I make him sit. I go around to the other side of the bed and sit as well because my everything hurts and I am tired. “I did this to you,”

“No. Hydra did this to me. And tomorrow we will talk about a more permanent solution to the problem of you going all super soldier on us. But for tonight, I would really like to sleep,” I pat the bed next to me, and he hesitantly lays down. He keeps his distance, not that I mind too much because I don’t think that I am fully recovered from that hug earlier, but I look over at him and smile. “Ill make the memories go away,” I whisper to him with a soft smile and he looks at me with wide eyes.

“No, Y/N-“ he begins.

“I will make them go away for tonight. Just for tonight. No nightmares. No dreams. No any of that. Just a well-deserved rest that both of us need. Okay?” I look back at him with raised eyes and he nods his head and lays back against the pillow.

“Alright,” he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath and I do the same. I let my mind open to allow his thoughts in and he can seem to sense my presence because all thoughts go quiet. Not that I mind too much. I just myself drift off to sleep where there is nothing but blackness.

And the warmth of a body less than 2 feet away from me.

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✨A love story of a villain who was never actually a villain ❤️💚✨ Episode 10

✨A love story of a villain who was never actually a villain ❤️💚✨ Episode 10

After odin left you were befuddled...even though odin threatened your life ...you were still thinking about loki...about what was he going through right now...

Two days passed....no judgement was passed about you...no one visited you...your anxiety was increasing with the every moment that passed.... suddenly you heard the door unlocking....it was loki...!!!

You - OH MY GOD ...LOKI...!!! HOW ARE YOU???

Loki - shhhhh!!!!! We have got to get out of here...(whispering)

Loki grabbed your hand and you both escaped in the garden....loki saw some guards coming in your direction....he grabbed your waist pulling you into the bushes...

You - what happened????

Loki - shhh!!! Lower your voice!! There are some guards out there! (Whispering)

You - loki (whispering)

Loki - yes?

You - how did you escape? Your father visited me....and he kind of threatened me...i thought that was it!

Loki - well...i hate to brag...but i am son of a witch right?... i know some magic tricks (winking)

You - i am impressed (smiling)

Loki - And i don't know why he threatened you .. because that night he told me that he is locking me until he sends you back to midgard and as i wouldn't allow him to do that, he put me in those stupid smelly cells...He took the locket away from me...he was kind of nostalgic when he saw that locket i don't know why...and when i was in one of those enchanted rooms i somehow sneaked in some books on witchcraft with some help from my faithful servant and after many trial and errors i found the way...

You - Loki your father told me something that night...

Loki - what???

You - loki shhhh!!! I think i heard someone...

Loki - (peeping out of the bush) no one is here...the guards are gone... our way is clear i guess...lets go..

You both were trying to escape by climbing the palace wall...it was difficult for you but loki helped you....as soon as you reached the other side...

Thor - BROTHER!! (Angrily) what in the hell are you doing???

Loki - Thor look i don't want to fight you!! Just let us go..! (Trying to convince him)

Thor - you can't betray your own father!!

Loki - HE IS NOT MY FATHER....!!! He ordered my incarceration!!! Will a father do this to his own son?????? (Fuming up)

Thor - Loki just calm down....there is something wrong with Y/N...!! Father told me we are not safe with her!

Loki - so that gives you and him the right to harm her????

Thor - nobody is going to hurt her!! We care for her too!

Loki - how can i believe you??? Father put her in a freaking cell...!!

Loki tried to walk past him angrily holding your hand...but thor pushed him back hard...

Loki - HOW DARE YOU BROTHER!!!!

Loki took out his dagger pointing towards thor...thor aimed his hammer towards him too....

You - please stop....stop before someone gets hurt!

Thor - yes please give some of this wisdom to my brother!!

Loki - Thor ...this will be over if you will just let us go!!!

Thor - unlike you I won't betray our father!

Thor striked loki with his hammer on his chest....loki fell on the ground...he got up furiously....he casted a spell to harm thor...a green light was burning in his hand....you wanted to stop loki from doing this misdemeanor!!

You - LOKI NOOO ....!! (grabbing his arm)

It was too late...but due to your interuption that spell changed its way ... towards you!

You got hit by that spell.... everything was too bright for a second...a sharpening pain emerged from your chest....then it was all dark....you blackened out.

It felt like you were out for years....when you gained your consciousness back...you were lying on your bed in your palace room. It was almost dark now....you got out searching for loki...he was in the hallway in front of your room... still arguing with thor...

Thor - You can't go in loki!!!

Loki - step aside brother.... otherwise

Thor - otherwise what ??? You'll attack me again???

Loki - YOU STRIKED FIRST!!!!!!(angrily)

Thor - Do you want me to do that again???? Huh???

Loki - (calming himself down to avoid any more fights) alright.... atleast you can just tell me how is she???

Thor - why should i tell you that??? You almost killed her!!!!

Loki - i didn't...i .. i . would never...(stammering)..... PLEASE JUST TELL MEEEE!!!!!! (Yelling)

You stepped out hobbling as it was difficult for you to walk...

Loki - ohhh thank lord....(in relief) you know i would never hurt you on purpose right??? (His eyes were filled with tears)

You stumbled....loki stepped towards you but thor stopped him...thor helped you to get to the bed.....and closed the door shut not letting loki to come in

You - thor??(tears rolling down your cheeks) please for our friendship... don't do this...let us go....its urgent thor....there are lives at stake!

Thor - If anyone can help you ...its my father....and you and loki...!!!...you both are toxic for each other and you both should stay away from each other....look what you are doing to him....how he is fighting his own family....and how he almost killed you...

You - it was an accident!!! He would never hurt me thor...and about your father....yes he won't harm you or loki ....but what about me??? Thor I can't explain you everything...but i can make a promise...we will be back before sunrise.... please let us go.... please..

Thor - its a lot of please....(sighing... as his heart was melting seeing you in this condition) alright...i'll send him in...but make sure you return before dawn....and if you won't...i'll inform my father about your escape...then nobody can save you both..!

You - i promise....

Thor stepped out....loki came in rushing and sat beside you....

Loki - i am so sorry...! (Regretfully)

You - loki....i trust you....i trust you with my life ....you don't have to say sorry!

Loki was now staring at you in relief....he leaned in and you both kissed...loki's arms were around your waist and his grip was slowly becoming tight....loki pulled out his green leather jacket and his shirt...he leaned in and kissed you again....you could feel his bare warm body wrapping around yours!! Your arms rubbing his back smoothly along with the stroking in his raven like hair....

You - (pushing him softly) umm loki?

Loki - (out of breath) yes?

You - we have to go to linda's... remember? I promised thor that we will return before dawn....right now time is kind of a limiting factor... don't you think we should leave??

Loki grabbed a pillow and he put that on his lap pushing a little with his hands....

Loki - yes ofcourse we should leave...but give me a moment (smiling awkwardly)

You - (trying to control your laugh) ya sure...

You both left in a carriage arranged by thor....it was a chilly night...after a long ride you both reached to linda's home...

You - (knocking) linda???

She opened the door....it was late ...and judging by her looks she was already asleep

You - i am so sorry linda...to visit you at this time of night but its really urgent!!

Linda - (in a sleepy voice) yes please come in..

You and loki both sat on the couch...

You - linda...i have to tell you something...but first you tell me... did you find something?? In that book?

Linda - Yes! (Sitting on the couch in front of you)

You - so what is it???

Linda - This book is kind of a guide to black magic...it helps a person and in this case a god...to keep a part of his/her soul into an object that is dear to them...this object acts like some carrier which is called a Lucrex. This lucrex carries the power of that person who performs this ritual.

This way after they die....they can be resurrected through this carrier..in this case ...its the obsidian locket! There is a 5-step process which includes some rituals which this carrier would force the person to do...person who is possesing this lucrex....but it is powerless in the possession of a god!

Loki - that is why it had no power over me!

Linda - yes! But it can have some effects over your mind...so you should be careful while carrying that..

Loki - Currently it is with my father..he is already a crackhead so i guess its fine..(he smiled cunningly)

You gave loki a serious look...

Linda - (searching through the pages of that books) yes here it is! This 5 step process includes drinking a drop of god's blood...then killing someone by stabbing 21 times ....then poisoning... drowning and burning alive someone in a fire... after killing these 4 men ...that part of the soul will have power over these 4 souls and yes ofcourse over the soul of the one who is possessed.... And that dead person would be resurrected with more powers...

You sat there stunned....

You - (nervously) and what about the person...i mean the one possessing that lucrex????

Linda - that person won't exist anymore....that soul will take over their soul as i said and their body will become a hollow spot to be filled in by the one resurrected...

Loki - but aslaug skuld was a goddess...and we gods don't have a soul practically...

Linda - yes but they can sacrifice someone else's soul for this ritual while they were alive....but that soul should be of a blood relative or someone close enough who loved them....

You - can that soul be of an unborn child?

Linda - maybe...yes...why do ask that????

You explained everything what odin told you about aslaug skuld...

Loki - what ???? When in the hell you were going to tell me that my father threatened your life?????

You - i was going to but we were on a rush loki....lets focus here right now okay???

Loki - we will get back to this later (he seemed worried)..... alright lets get back to that ex-dead-lover of my father....so this means she used her unborn child's soul for this ritual.. THAT MEWLING QUIM...!!! (annoyingly)

Linda - it seems like that....

You - how can we stop this???????

Linda - there is only one way...you have to destroy that lucrex!

Loki - i tried every possible way ...but that stubborn thing didn't even get a scratch!

Linda - it can only be destroyed with a weapon made from obsidian...

Loki - obsidian???? But my father already destroyed every last weapon made from that after my mother died....and finding more obsidian on asgard...this is almost next to impossible!!!!

Linda - i know a place where we can find it...

Loki - WHERE???

Linda - Midgard! Or earth whatever you call it...

You - but there are still 2 days until that portal reopens...what are we gonna do loki???(perplexed)

Loki - we will find a way....(smiling)

After pondering upon every aspect you and loki left for the palace as you promised thor... You were back in time...it was still dark....thor was asleep....you both went into your room..

Loki - you should get some rest...i'll go to my room..

You - loki wait...

Loki - yes?

You - i want to you to stay ...(holding his hand)

Loki - (freeing his hand from yours) i am sorry but i need to get some sleep...

Saying this loki left....it was shocking to you ...this change in his behaviour....or maybe he just didn't want to stay...or he was really sleepy....you were confused...this was much more hurting your heart...than anything else that was going on.

[captain-zajjy]

Solstice, Chapter 14 - A Final Fantasy XV Story

Pairing: Ignis x Female Original Character

AO3 | Chapter 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13

A/N: This one is pretty short, but I really like it as its own chapter. I plan to post another update sometime this weekend, so keep an eye out for it! 

When Noctis disappeared, when Ardyn walked away seemingly unscathed from their attacks, no words were exchanged between the young King's Crownsguard. No one needed to state the obvious. They’d failed.

And as they made their way out of the Keep and the daemons began to spawn in overwhelming numbers (at least as far as Ignis's working senses could tell), Gladiolus, Ignis, and Prompto remained silent as they drew their weapons. This was the end of the road.

Ignis felt no fear of death, of pain, just a weary sadness that it was all over, that he couldn’t be the advisor, the protector that Noctis needed. That he’d never return home to Insomnia and the Citadel. That he’d never see her again.

Regis...Noctis...forgive me. He struck out with one of his daggers at the nearest sound, slashing through the air until the blade connected, turning the monster’s snarl into a gurgled hiss.

Val...be strong. There were so many daemons that Ignis seemed to hit something no matter where he attacked. He was vaguely aware of Prompto’s guns firing off round after round, the ground trembling as Gladio swung his greatsword. There was no joy in the fight, and no fear. They were resigned to their end.

Suddenly, a cold consumed the area, so fierce and abrupt it sucked the air from his lungs and the heat from his bones. Involuntarily, Ignis’s knives slipped from his grasp, his body huddling for warmth on reflex.

“What...the hell...is this?” Gladiolus choked out through a clenched jaw. Prompto’s teeth were chattering so badly they seemed likely to break in his mouth.

Ignis felt several somethings float past him, and then icy fingers were around his shoulder, caressing his cheek, soft as a lover’s kiss. The only sound apart from the three of them struggling in the cold was the soft chiming of hundreds of icicles hanging in the air.

“The Glacian,” he sputtered. He had been unconscious when Shiva had appeared to Noctis on the train, but the way the Prince had described the encounter was identical to what they were witnessing now.

In spite of the cold, Ignis forced his hand outward to see what had become of the creature that had been trying to destroy him seconds ago. Another set of icy fingers, frigid and stony but somehow gentle, wrapped around his wrist and guided him toward a large mass, hard as steel and smooth as glass. The daemon was frozen solid.

“Dearest friends.” A chorus of female voices, nearly identical in tone and pitch, spoke in unison, the sound coming from all around him. “Despair not. The King of Kings yet lives, slumbering in Bahamut’s embrace.”

King of Kings? Did they - it - mean Noctis? It somehow didn’t seem right to interrupt a Goddess with questions.

“Abide in hope, brave companions. When the Ring waxes full, the Chosen King shall return and restore the Light to this world. Your strength is His strength. Your will, His resolve. Go forth now, and hold back the Darkness in His stead.”

And just like that, Shiva was gone. The cold lessened to something a bit more bearable, but the Keep was still enveloped in frosty silence, a hushed stillness punctuated only by the sounds of Ignis and his companions breathing. Even the ever-present hum of machinery had stopped.

It was Prompto who spoke first. “The...'the Chosen King.' That’s Noct, right? He’s...he’s still alive, right?” The desperation in his voice mirrored Ignis’s own feelings.

He tried to keep his voice level. “I...I believe so.”

“Who else could it be?” Gladiolus said.

“He’s with...Bahamut? So, he’s safe, right?” Prompto was pacing.

“I imagine being under an Astral’s protection would be the safest place to be,” Ignis replied.

Gladiolus grunted. “So, what? We’re not good enough?”

Ignis sighed and bowed his head. “We played right into the Chancellor’s hands.” We failed. He couldn’t quite bring himself to say that aloud.

“But, wait. If Noct is with Bahamut...why would Ardyn want that?” Prompto asked.

“An excellent question. Perhaps...perhaps the Chancellor wants Noctis to kill him.” Prompto made a confused noise, so Ignis went on. “We saw for ourselves that weapons can’t harm him. Perhaps...” Ignis would have to ponder on it longer than a few seconds to figure it out. “Perhaps attempting to apply logic to a madman is an exercise in futility.”

“Yeah, and perhaps we should get out of here before these things melt,” Gladiolus said.

“The Glacian froze everything?” Ignis asked as Prompto grabbed his arm.

“Everything but us,” Prompto replied, leading him through a winding forest of frozen monsters. “So, uh...how exactly are we supposed to get out of here?”

Ignis thought for a moment. “Prompto, do you think that codeprint of yours can unlock Imperial aircraft?”

“Maybe?” Prompto squeaked out.

“Worth a shot,” Gladiolus said. “Hangar’s this way, I think.”

Noctis is alive, Ignis marveled as they walked. The Glacian’s words had been predictably cryptic, but that much was clear. His king, his charge, his friend. Alive, and safe. For now, that was all that mattered.

Gladio’s heavy boots echoed off the high walls of the hangar as he roamed around. “This one looks like it’s in pretty good shape.”

Prompto took Ignis over to the aircraft in question and took a deep breath. “Here goes.”

A moment later, there was a click, and then a hiss as the vehicle’s door slid open. Gladiolus practically shoved Ignis inside. He felt around until he found seats; Ignis sat in the one furthest from the cockpit.

“You actually know how to fly this thing?” Gladiolus asked as Prompto sat down.

“I mean...it can’t be that different that thing I stole in Altissia. Right?” Prompto gave a nervous laugh.

Gladiolus snarled. “Prompto, I swear to the Gods, if you kill me in crash when I could have died in battle...”

Ignis had to admit, if he had his druthers, he would have also preferred to go out in a blaze of glory, rather than a blaze of metal and gasoline.

“I know I needn’t remind you, but I highly doubt the Astrals will intervene twice on our behalf.”

“It’s cool,” Prompto said, sounding anything but cool. “I can do this.” He continued to repeat that phrase under his breath as he fiddled with something in the cockpit.

“Better buckle up, Iggy,” Gladiolus said.

Ignis doubted that would be of much help if Prompto flew them into the side of a building, but he did as he was told.

“Okay, here we go,” Prompto said as the engine rumbled to life. Then suddenly the craft lurched forward before coming to an abrupt stop, and Ignis was glad he’d heeded Gladio’s advice.

“Heh, heh...uh...okay. Okay, it’s this one,” Prompto mumbled to himself.

This time when the craft shot forward, it didn’t stop. Ignis gripped the back of Gladio’s seat and his stomach lurched, not entirely due to becoming airborne. He felt himself being pushed back in his chair with an increasing and alarming amount of force, like they were trying to pierce the heavens.

“Too steep, Prompto!” Ignis shouted. Then they suddenly began to pitch downward.

“Level it out,” Gladiolus growled.

“Okay, okay,” Prompto said as the craft began to take on some degree of normalcy. “I think I got the hang of it.”

Gladiolus made a skeptical snort that echoed Ignis’s own sentiments. “Don’t get cocky, flyboy.”

“There should be an altitude gauge on the dash,” Ignis said. “Try to keep the needle in the middle.”

“Unless we’re going to hit something,” Gladiolus added. Ignis thought that went without saying, but perhaps it didn’t in this case.

“Aye-aye, Captain,” Prompto replied. “So, uh, where are we going?”

“Anywhere but here.” Gladiolus shifted in his seat, then cursed. “Gralea’s swarming with daemons.”

Bloody hell, Ignis thought. He certainly had no love for the Empire, but its seemingly overnight collapse would spell even more disaster for Lucis, at least in the short-term.

“Bear Southeast,” Ignis instructed. “That should put us in the vicinity of Duscae.”

“Then we wait for Noct and take back the throne,” Prompto said eagerly. The craft turned somewhat more sharply than Ignis would have liked. “How long do you think it will take him to come back?”

Gladiolus sighed. “Who the hell knows?”

Ignis frowned. “I doubt the Gods would have whisked him off only to return him overnight.”

“Maybe we should have asked,” Gladiolus said.

Ignis straightened his sunglasses. “I suspect the answer would have been just as cryptic as the rest. Gods have no concept of time, at least not like ours. My suspicion is that Noctis will not be returned to us imminently.” When the Ring waxes full... Ignis wasn't certain what that meant, but something about the Glacian’s phrasing seemed to suggest that they were in for a long haul.

“Then...we get stronger, right Gladio? We ‘hold back the Darkness,’ whatever that means,” Prompto said, determined. “Don’t you get it, guys? We’ve been given a second chance.”

A second chance. Ignis liked the sound of that. “Indeed,” he murmured. This time, I shall not fail.

Prompto’s unflappable optimism seemed to have lifted Gladio’s spirits as well. After a while spent in silence, he said, “Hey, Prompto. Was that your first kiss?”

“Whaaa-?” Prompto spluttered.

Ignis leaned forward. “What’s this, now?”

“One of those...Glacian things gave him a big, fat smack on the cheek.”

“It was not my first kiss!” Prompto insisted, perhaps a little too defensively. “I’ve kissed, like, tons of girls!”

Gladiolus snorted. “Your mom doesn’t count.”

Ignis grinned. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Prompto. In fact, I’d say getting one’s first kiss from an Astral is quite the boast.”

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Impulse 10 - Rules

Impulse 9 - Regretful Violence

The Joker walked to his bedroom door and unlocked it slowly. Shutting the door behind himself, he walked over to her. His dear little Harlequin still looked exactly the same as when he left her. It had been 8 hours since he'd decided to saddle himself with this blonde burden and now it was now time for to wake up.

"Harley." He murmured, shaking her shoulders. "Harley?" J shook a little harder this time, causing the bed to bounce, but she still didn't respond. "HARLEY!? Wake up sleeping beauty." He said, continuing to shake her body a little more forcefully. Her head rolled from side to side with a distorted groan leaving her lips.

C'mon.

Loosing his temper slightly at her resistance to join the land of the living, he slapped her face lightly. But again, still nothing. Joker growled deeply, he sprung back away from her and marched towards the bathroom, with a cunning idea rattling around in his head. He grabbed a tall glass from the vanity and filled it full of water.

"Last chance Harls." J warned as he walked back to her and removed the towel from her body. Joker threw it across the room and hovered the full cup above her body, tilting it little by little, thus allowing droplets of icy cold water to land on her stomach. Harley squirmed and let out a hitched breath under the gentle sting of the liquid. Now moving the cup to her neck, J let it trickle over her. Harley gasped again but this time her face displayed her face a crease of enjoyment. The water seemed to have the opposite effect on her that the Joker desired, but he couldn't help but enjoy the sight of her squirming and writhing under him. "Harley?" He moved his lips to her ear, ghosting his breath across her skin. "Harley? wake up."

"M- Mistah J?" She mumbled, with her eyes still closed.

Joker smirked at her reply. "Dreaming about me Doll?"

Harley didn't reply, instead she ran her tongue over her plump bottom lip. J shuddered at the sight, but it soon turned to boiling rage when he noticed the affect that this Doctor was having on him. Unable to remain patient he cursed and chucked the rest of the water in the glass over her face. With a gasp, Harley shot up awake. Looking around confused, she focused on his face, trying to remember the night before. Harley began to crawl backward against the head of the bed, trying to get some distance from him. She looked down at her half naked body, covered in water. Her face changed from confused to shocked and scared. "Wha-what have you done to me? Why am I-I?"

J shuffled closer, but she held out her hands in defence. "Get away from me!" Harley shouted.

"Calm down," J eased. "I'm not going to hurt you." His words fell on deaf ears when all Harley could notice was his state of undress. Completely shirtless, wearing nothing but grey sweatpants. She clutched tightly to her half naked body, covering her figure from his fiery blue eyes. "What did you do to me?!"

Joker threw his head back and laughed at the undertone of her accusation. "Don't worry Princess, I didn't touch you."

"Liar!" She shouted, all fear gone now with it being replaced with pure anger. "Don't you dare call me a liar!" J snapped back, pointing one of his impossible long fingers at her. "I didn't touch you!"

Harley opened her mouth to retort but instead she couldn't help but examine his body. A skull jester tattoo was situated on the top right hand side of his shoulder, big enough to cover that half of his chest, on the opposite side was 'HAHAHAHA' Written repeatedly, with a deck of cards above it. On his left arm the 'HAHA's' continued. It was insane, but so was he. She realised in that moment that he really meant it when he said that his tattoos represented him. His left hand had his trademark grin inked onto it, and the same picture appeared again on his right bicep also had some sort or bird tattoo with an arrow piercing it's body and on the left sat the Bat symbol with a dagger penetrating the center. Harley squinted to get a better look. She'd heard the rumors about why he wore a grill, she was told that Batman had kicked his face in after he killed his sidekick Robin, as if the grill wasn't enough of a reminder, the maniac got a bloody tattoo as well.

"See something you like toots?" Joker purred, seeing her eyes wonder. Harley rolled her eyes and ignored him. "Why am I here? Why am I-I half n-naked?" She stuttered, bringing her knees to her chest to cover her body more.

Joker sat on the edge of the bed with a large Cheshire grin. "I told you not to provoke me. Getting in the way of my escape was foolish." He snapped. "But never the less, I'm still willing to help you."

"Help me?" A tear slipped out of Harley's eyes. "You almost killed me, twice! You've looked through my personal belongings, stolen my bike, bash me over the head with my own helmet, kept me hostage, stripped me and done God knows what else! And you think that's helpful?"

Joker growled. "Don't you dare talk back to me! I can kill you anytime I want!" "I already told you to kill me, but it seems your bark is clearly worse than your bite." She spat. Angry tears now rolling instead of scared ones.

"You're really pushing it sweets." With that he crawled over to her, she backed against the headboard further with no way of escaping. His eyes clouded again, and that's when he gave her a sharp backhand to her face. J lent over to the bedside table revealing a small blade in his hand, grabbing her chin he pushed it upwards, pressing the knife to her throat.

"Now you're gonna shut you pretty little mouth and listen kay?" He snarled. Harley nodded, allowing small beaded tears to splash onto the reflective blade, Her eyes never left his.

"Good. Now listen and listen good. I'm only going to say this once. You and me ain't equals sweetheart, you're mine now. I own you. You will do everything I tell you to do, with now resistance." Joker said firmly. "Now a few rules before we begin... 1. NO backchat, or you'll get a backhand. 2. You'll do what I tell you without question. 3. When you're with me and the boys, speak when you're spoken to, not a moment before. 4. Dinner is your job now, you have to earn your keep. 5. DO NOT under any circumstances enter my office. You better be dying if you do, or you'll wish that you were. 6. No going out. Not unless you have my permission and escorted by me or my men. 7. Keep your opinions to yourself. 8. I better see a smile on your face at all times, or I'll carve one into it. Heath Ledger style. 9. Lateness will not be tolerated, I need you punctual at all times. 10. Your training will be intense, refuse or upset me and I'll kill you, slowly and intimately until you beg for death." He warned with a heavy glint behind his eyes. "You better remember these because I don't give second chances. Understand me Princess?"

"Y-yes." Harley stuttered, feeling the cold blade still against her neck.

"Good, any questions?" J released the blade from the throat and sat back on his knees.

"Why-why me?" She asked, now rubbing her neck.

"I see potential in you toots, you and me are cut from the same cloth. I see the woman behind your eyes trying to break free, aching to break loose. With my help, I can release you, make you see the world as it should be seen. I can set your mind free, you'll experience things people only dream about, your deepest and darkest desires will become reality." Moving closer, Joker placed a hand on her shoulder. "You won't want for anything in this world now you're with me."

"Okay." Harley gulped, not agreeing but not wanting to antagonize him further.

"Okay? That's all you have to say?" He asked, raising a brow.

In fear of upsetting him, she swallowed the lump in her throat and whispered. "I dunno what to say... Thanks I guess?"

What you're thanking him? He's going to destroy you, physically and mentally! He'll break you, and your thanking him? Wake up Harls! This ain't a game, he's a criminal a dangerous, violent, and damn right insane one. Get out! Get outta there! Better to die trying than become him.

"Good Girl." J said, patting her on the head like a dog. He then moved off the bed and walked over to his wardrobe. "I'll go shopping tomorrow but for now this should fit." He tossed one of his old shirts at her, letting it land in a heap on the middle of the bed. "Don't just stare at it! Get dressed."

She bit her tongue, holding back the unsavory words that she wanted to throw at him. Picking up the soft red cotton shirt, she pulled it over her body. The fabric swallowed her whole. Despite it being way too big, it was soft and gentle on her bruised skin. Shaking her hair with her fingers, it fell into calming waves down past her shoulders.

Joker stared at her, with a slightly parted mouth. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her off the bed and out the door.

"Where are we going?" She asked, trying to keep up.

"Training." J snapped, dragging her out to the corridor and towards the stairs.

"This place is- I wasn't expecting-" Harley said, easing to a halt.

"Yeah, its pretty cool huh? I don't do the whole warehouse gig anymore." He laughed.

"Umm... Mr Joker? W-where do I sleep?" Harley asked, turning towards him. Unsure if this was an appropriate question after his list of rules.

"With me of course, where else?" Joker spoke as if the answer were obvious. But it wasn't, not to her. A hotel which was full of countless rooms, she had hoped for her own... Away from him. To plan an escape.

"Well, I kinda assumed I'd get my own room, living in a hotel and all." Harley muttered.

"Rule 11. Don't assume." Joker retorted.

"Ok." She whispered, feeling deflated at his answer.

"There's no room at the Inn toots, so your bunking with me."

She nodded, wondering how and if she could ever escape him. Leading her down the stairs, he gave her a quick tour of the hotel. Again making it quite clear to never, ever, enter his study.

"Time for the boys to met ya!" He beamed, clearly excited to show of his new toy to his henchmen.

"What?" Harley gasped, clutching the shirt around her body. "The boys? My employees? Henchmen? I ain't stupid enough to do all my crazy on my own." He chuckled. J pulled her into the lounge where the boys sat watching T.V, playing cards and throwing darts at a picture of Batman pinned up on the wall.

"Hello boys!" He greeted with a wide grin. "This is Harley, say hello Harley." J encouraged, nudging her in her side. All the men suddenly stopped what they where doing and stared at her. One man even let out a wolf whistle, leaving Harley feeling exposed, venerable, and unable to speak.

"H-Hello." Harley stuttered.

"Ain't she a peach?" Joker beamed, he pulled her close and wrapped an arm around her waist. Harley was shocked by his touch, but it wasn't unpleasant. The men all grunted in agreement, accept one.

"Harls these fine gentlemen are.." Gesturing the men from left to right. "Will, Tony, Beni, Adam, Cameron, Mikey... And this is my main man, Hutch." This man was the one who was giving her the death glare. He obviously had some influence over the Joker.

"Harley will be staying with us for a while, not sure exactly how long... it really all depends." He dug his nails into her side, just a small reminder to watch her step. "If any of you touch her I'll cut you up into tiny little pieces and mail them to your mothers. Get me?"

"Yes boss." They all spoke in unison.

"Hutch, where's Jerry?" Joker asked, changing the subject.

"He's being questioned by the GCPD about your escape." Hutch's eyes darted to Harley "And the disappearance of some Doctor."

"Ah that's a bummer. No matter I'll catch up with him later." J dismissed. He turned back to Harley and gave her a smirk, which held a hint of violence behind it.

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SF & FANTASY WEEK - The Four Worlds

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Interview with the Author

What is something unique/quirky about you?

I’m a left-handed pescaterian and I love cooking and mixing drinks.

  Tell us something really interesting that’s happened to you!

When I was 15 I went on my first trip out of the country. I spent ten days in Panama City, Panama. I got to see historic sights like the Panama Canal, but the experience that stuck with me was visiting one of the native indian tribes. It took an hour long bus ride and from there a 45 minute canoe trip to the hill they lived on. The tribe welcomed the group with a traditional indian dance, they painted us with unique symbols and fed us. I’ve never had food so fresh and delicious in my life. The tribe didn’t wear clothes and in some cases the children ran around butt-naked, it took some getting used to, but no one was ashamed or embarrassed about it. They lived in tree houses, not the kind of tree houses we think of with walls and a roof, but basically a platform in a tree. Since they didn’t have lights, when it got dark outside we went to sleep and slept under the stars. It was one of the most beautiful experiences I’ve ever had and it made me feel close to the environment and nature.

  What are some of your pet peeves?

I don’t have too many, but one of them is when people make sweeping assumptions without doing research. I like to be open minded and understand there are differing perspectives and situations. Seeing things from different points of views helps me to become a better writer.

  What are your top 10 favorite books/authors?

I’m an avid book lover and read about 50 book a year, if not more. Some of my top favorites are:

  The Sugar Queen by Sarah Addison Allen

The Forgotten Beasts of Eld by Patricia A. McKillip

A Threat of Shadows by JA Andrews

Ready Player One by Ernest Cline

When Tomorrow Calls Series by JT Lawrence

Dark Matter by Blake Crouch

The HitchHiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams

The Legend of Eli Monpress by Rachel Aaron

The Redwall Series by Brian Jacques

Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien

  These are all books that inspire my writing. As you can tell, I read a wide variety of genres.

  What inspired you to write this book?

I love telling stories. The Four World Series is was inspired by my love of storytelling and also inspired by the games I played in my childhood. I grew up with 4 sisters, we are all quite close and enjoyed using our wild imaginations. I’ve noticed in reviews, reviewers often talk about my imagination and it honestly came from my childhood.

  I started writing The Five Warriors because I had a dream about a warrior, standing on the edge of a battlefield. He’d been through a lot and he stared out with relief. When I dreamed about him, I knew I had to write his story. His name is Marklus. The Five Warriors opens with him in prison.

  What can we expect from you in the future?

Currently, I’m working on the final novel in the Four Worlds Series. From there I have a couple of additional series that happen within the Four Worlds and about 20 standalones. All in all I have about 50 novels and novella in my queue and will be releasing them over the next 25-50 years, depending on how long it takes me to write them out. While the main genre I write is fantasy, I’ll dive into sci-fi, romance, thrillers, and other genres along the way.

  Do you have any “side stories” about the characters?

I do! I adore side stories and digging into some of the side characters to learn more about them, their histories and their motives. My first stand-alone with a side character is Myran. Myran tells the story about Eliesmore’s mother and why she behaves the way she does. It’s a dark fantasy novella, and I will release more like it in the upcoming years.

  What did you enjoy most about writing this book?

I love seeing the characters come to life, it’s the best part of writing. They are good and bad, light and dark, they argue, have insane motives, stand up for each other and enjoy a good fight. They don’t always make the right choice, they make mistakes, but once you get to know them, you love them, despite how crazy and annoying they get. There will be characters you root for, and others you’ll want to choke out and remove from the book altogether. It’s a wild ride with these characters.

Tell us about your main characters- what makes them tick?

When did you first consider yourself a writer?

This might sound a bit odd but I’ve always considered myself a writer. I did not consider myself an author until my first book was published in 2015. Now, when I meet people and they ask me what I do, I tell them, I’m an author. It feels good.

  About the Books

The Five Warriors

The Four Worlds Series Book 1

by Angela J. Ford

Genre: Epic Dark Fantasy

“The characters were well-written and well-developed, the story was clear and enjoyable without being predictable, and there were a couple of evenings I stayed up later than I intended just so I could get to the end of a chapter. If you’re a fantasy fan, you’re going to LOVE this!” —Amazon review

What if…

your best friend started a rebellion in the middle of a war?

your lover awakened a deep evil and helped it grow?

your people were too cowardly to face a battle?

you stole an ancient power source?

you gambled with the fate of the world?

Join five powerful warriors each with a unique ability and magical weapons. Their quest is to discover where the transformed creatures are coming from and put a stop to it.

Along the way they run into treacherous immortals, sea monsters,

powerful beasts of the air and talking animals.

Each has their own reasoning for joining the quest, but one carries a deadly secret which just might be the destruction of them all.

“Angela’s imagination has brought these characters to life and the

worlds they live in.”

—Amazon review

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The Blended Ones

The Four Worlds Series Book 2

Over 100 years after The Five Warriors saved the Western World, the Blended Ones have become a curse in the Eastern World. Beware the Blended Ones…

Phyllis and her 17 year old twin sister, Ilieus are Blended Ones. But Ilieus suffers from visions of darkness she is unable to discern. Forsaken by their parents the two cross the country in search of the Order of the Wise for help.

Cuthan the Charmer is mischievous enough to change anyone’s mind with a smile and a wink. Born into a family of treasure hunters, he s searching for the key to unlocking his dormant powers.

Pharengon the Horse Lord was born to be King. Young and inexperienced he

seeks a weapon to turn the tide of the war in his favor. But when his very own army betrays him, he will have to turn to the Lost Ones for assistance.

Caught in the fate of the Eastern World the youths destinies become twisted together in a frightful quest that will change the course of time. In the midst of their whirlwind adventure, they discover love, loss, and uncover the truth about who and what is behind the chaotic, spiraling events in the Eastern World.

This can be read as a stand alone novel

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Eliesmore and the Green Stone

The Four Worlds Series Book 3

Changers have arisen, wreaking havoc as they harvest the world, searching

for the Green Stone. The South World sinks in despair, holding its breath, waiting for the One.

Eliesmore is a Blended One, growing up on the edge of the forest of the creatures of the wood. Young, headstrong, and inspired by magical rituals, he spends his time between his overprotective mother and sneaking out to dance with the wild things.

His courage is tested when Eliesmore discovers that he is the One who is meant to save the Four Worlds from the Changers. Unwilling to accept his fate, he turns his back on the prophecy and the futile quest to dissolve the Green Stone.

But Eliesmore will soon learn he cannot escape his destiny. Beset by creatures of the deep and hunted by servants of the Changers, Eliesmore finds his task will test the loyalty of his companions and help him answer the ultimate question:

Can he trust the immortals – or are they the reason the Changers

have come to power?

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Myran

A Tale of the Four Worlds

Darkness has fallen in the South World, a land ruled by forces of evil and dark powers. Those who would resist live in hiding, hoping for the prophecy concerning the One to come true.

Born into a shadowed world Myran experiences her first loss when her parents are murdered before her eyes.

Adopted by the Green People she makes it her goal to hide from the woes of the world. As she grows older, she discovers her actions will birth the most significant change in all of the Four Worlds.

Recommended: Read this after reading “Eliesmore and the Green Stone”

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Brought up as a bookworm and musician, Angela J. Ford began writing The Four Worlds Series—a fantasy series—at the age of twelve. The storyline of those books was largely based off of the imaginative games she played with her sisters.

Angela originally finished the series when she was sixteen. After college, Angela began to rewrite The Four Worlds Series, bringing it from a child’s daydream to an adventure young and old can enjoy. Since it is inspired by fairy tales, high magic, and epic fantasy, Angela knows you’ll enjoy your adventures within the Four Worlds.

If you happen to be in Nashville, you’ll most likely find her at a local coffee shop, enjoying a white chocolate mocha and furiously working on her next book. Make sure you say hello!

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Impulse. Chapter 10

Impulse. Chapter 9.

The Joker walked to his bedroom door and unlocked it slowly. Shutting the door behind himself, he walked over to her. His dear little Harlequin still looked exactly the same as when he left her. It had been 8 hours since he'd decided to saddle himself with this blonde burden and now it was now time for to wake up.

"Harley." He murmured, shaking her shoulders. "Harley?" J shook a little harder this time, causing the bed to bounce, but she still didn't respond. "HARLEY!? Wake up sleeping beauty." He said, continuing to shake her body a little more forcefully. Her head rolled from side to side with a distorted groan leaving her lips.

C'mon.

Loosing his temper slightly at her resistance to join the land of the living, he slapped her face lightly. But again, still nothing. Joker growled deeply, he sprung back away from her and marched towards the bathroom, with a cunning idea rattling around in his head. He grabbed a tall glass from the vanity and filled it full of water.

"Last chance Harls." J warned as he walked back to her and removed the towel from her body. Joker threw it across the room and hovered the full cup above her body, tilting it little by little, thus allowing droplets of icy cold water to land on her stomach. Harley squirmed and let out a hitched breath under the gentle sting of the liquid. Now moving the cup to her neck, J let it trickle over her. Harley gasped again but this time her face displayed her face a crease of enjoyment. The water seemed to have the opposite effect on her that the Joker desired, but he couldn't help but enjoy the sight of her squirming and writhing under him.

"Harley?" He moved his lips to her ear, ghosting his breath across her skin. "Harley? wake up."

"M- Mistah J?" She mumbled, with her eyes still closed.

Joker smirked at her reply. "Dreaming about me Doll?"

Harley didn't reply, instead she ran her tongue over her plump bottom lip. J shuddered at the sight, but it soon turned to boiling rage when he noticed the affect that this Doctor was having on him. Unable to remain patient he cursed and chucked the rest of the water in the glass over her face.

With a gasp, Harley shot up awake. Looking around confused, she focused on his face, trying to remember the night before. Harley began to crawl backward against the head of the bed, trying to get some distance from him. She looked down at her half naked body, covered in water. Her face changed from confused to shocked and scared. "Wha-what have you done to me? Why am I-I?" J shuffled closer, but she held out her hands in defence. "Get away from me!" Harley shouted.

"Calm down," J eased. "I'm not going to hurt you."

His words fell on deaf ears when all Harley could notice was his state of undress. Completely shirtless, wearing nothing but grey sweatpants. She clutched tightly to her half naked body, covering her figure from his fiery blue eyes. "What did you do to me?!"

Joker threw his head back and laughed at the undertone of her accusation. "Don't worry Princess, I didn't touch you."

"Liar!" She shouted, all fear gone now with it being replaced with pure anger.

"Don't you dare call me a liar!" J snapped back, pointing one of his impossible long fingers at her. "I didn't touch you!"

Harley opened her mouth to retort but instead she couldn't help but examine his body. A skull jester tattoo was situated on the top right hand side of his shoulder, big enough to cover that half of his chest, on the opposite side was 'HAHAHAHA' Written repeatedly, with a deck of cards above it. On his left arm the 'HAHA's' continued. It was insane, but so was he. She realised in that moment that he really meant it when he said that his tattoos represented him. His left hand had his trademark grin inked onto it, and the same picture appeared again on his right bicep also had some sort or bird tattoo with an arrow piercing it's body and on the left sat the Bat symbol with a dagger penetrating the centre. Harley squinted to get a better look. She'd heard the rumors about why he wore a grill, she was told that Batman had kicked his face in after he killed his sidekick Robin, as if the grill wasn't enough of a reminder, the maniac got a bloody tattoo as well.

"See something you like toots?" Joker purred, seeing her eyes wonder.

Harley rolled her eyes and ignored him. "Why am I here? Why am I-I half n-naked?" She stuttered, bringing her knees to her chest to cover her body more.

Joker sat on the edge of the bed with a large Cheshire grin. "I told you not to provoke me. Getting in the way of my escape was foolish." He snapped. "But never the less, I'm still willing to help you."

"Help me?" A tear slipped out of Harley's eyes. "You almost killed me, twice! You've looked through my personal belongings, stolen my bike, bash me over the head with my own helmet, kept me hostage, stripped me and done God knows what else! And you think that's helpful?"

Joker growled. "Don't you dare talk back to me! I can kill you anytime I want!" "I already told you to kill me, but it seems your bark is clearly worse than your bite." She spat. Angry tears now rolling instead of scared ones.

"You're really pushing it sweets." With that he crawled over to her, she backed against the headboard further with no way of escaping. His eyes clouded again, and that's when he gave her a sharp backhand to her face. J leant over to the bedside table revealing a small blade in his hand, grabbing her chin he pushed it upwards, pressing the knife to her throat.

"Now you're gunna shut you pretty little mouth and listen kay?" He snarled. Harley nodded, allowing small beaded tears to splash onto the reflective blade, Her eyes never left his.

"Good. Now listen and listen good. I'm only going to say this once. You and me ain't equals sweetheart, you're mine now. I own you. You will do everything I tell you to do, with now resistance." Joker said firmly. "Now a few rules before we begin... 1. NO backchat, or you'll get a backhand. 2. You'll do what I tell you without question. 3. When you're with me and the boys, speak when you're spoken to, not a moment before. 4. Dinner is your job now, you have to earn your keep. 5. DO NOT under any circumstances enter my office. You better be dying if you do, or you'll wish that you were. 6. No going out. Not unless you have my permission and escorted by me or my men. 7. Keep your opinions to yourself. 8. I better see a smile on your face at all times, or I'll carve one into it. Heath Ledger style. 9. Lateness will not be tolerated, I need you punctual at all times. 10. Your training will be intense, refuse or upset me and I'll kill you, slowly and intimately until you beg for death." He warned with a heavy glint behind his eyes. "You better remember these because I don't give second chances. Understand me Princess?"

"Y-yes." Harley stuttered, feeling the cold blade still against her neck.

"Good, any questions?" J released the blade from the throat and sat back on his knees.

"Why-why me?" She asked, now rubbing her neck.

"I see potential in you toots, you and me are cut from the same cloth. I see the woman behind your eyes trying to break free, aching to break loose. With my help, I can release you, make you see the world as it should be seen. I can set your mind free, you'll experience things people only dream about, your deepest and darkest desires will become reality." Moving closer, Joker placed a hand on her shoulder. "You won't want for anything in this world now you're with me."

"Okay." Harley gulped, not agreeing but not wanting to antagonise him further.

"Okay? That's all you have to say?" He asked, raising a brow

In fear of upsetting him, she swallowed the lump in her throat and whispered. "I dunno what to say... Thanks I guess?"

What you're thanking him? He's going to destroy you, physically and mentally! He'll break you, and your thanking him? Wake up Harls! This ain't a game, he's a criminal a dangerous, violent, and damn right insane one. Get out! Get outta there! Better to die trying than become him.

"Good Girl." J said, patting her on the head like a dog. He then moved off the bed and walked over to his wardrobe. "I'll go shopping tomorrow but for now this should fit." He tossed one of his old shirts at her, letting it land in a heap on the middle of the bed. "Don't just stare at it! Get dressed."

She bit her tongue, holding back the unsavoury words that she wanted to throw at him. Picking up the soft red cotton shirt, she pulled it over her body. The fabric swallowed her whole. Despite it being way too big, it was soft and gentle on her bruised skin. Shaking her hair with her fingers, it fell into calming waves down past her shoulders.

Joker stared at her, with a slightly parted mouth. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her off the bed and out the door.

"Where are we going?" She asked, trying to keep up.

"Training." J snapped, dragging her out to the corridor and towards the stairs.

"This place is- I wasn't expecting-" Harley said, easing to a halt.

"Yeah, its pretty cool huh? I don't do the whole warehouse gig anymore." He laughed.

"Umm... Mr Joker? W-where do I sleep?" Harley asked, turning towards him. Unsure if this was an appropriate question after his list of rules.

"With me of course, where else?" Joker spoke as if the answer were obvious. But it wasn't, not to her. A hotel which was full of countless rooms, she had hoped for her own... Away from him. To plan an escape.

"Well, I kinda assumed I'd get my own room, living in a hotel and all." Harley muttered.

"Rule 11. Don't assume." Joker retorted.

"Ok." She whispered, feeling deflated at his answer.

"There's no room at the Inn toots, so your bunking with me."

She nodded, wondering how and if she could ever escape him. Leading her down the stairs, he gave her a quick tour of the hotel. Again making it quite clear to never, ever, enter his study.

"Time for the boys to met ya!" He beamed, clearly excited to show of his new toy to his henchmen.

"What?" Harley gasped, clutching the shirt around her body.

"The boys? My employees? Henchmen? I ain't stupid enough to do all my crazy on my own." He chuckled. J pulled her into the lounge where the boys sat watching T.V, playing cards and throwing darts at a picture of Batman pinned up on the wall.

"Hello boys!" He greeted with a wide grin. "This is Harley, say hello Harley." J encouraged, nudging her in her side. All the men suddenly stopped what they where doing and stared at her. One man even let out a wolf whistle, leaving Harley feeling exposed, venerable, and unable to speak.

"H-Hello." Harley stuttered.

"Ain't she a peach?" Joker beamed, he pulled her close and wrapped an arm around her waist. Harley was shocked by his touch, but it wasn't unpleasant. The men all grunted in agreement, accept one.

"Harls these fine gentlemen are.." Gesturing the men from left to right. "Will, Tony, Beni, Adam, Cameron, Mikey... And this is my main man, Hutch." This man was the one who was giving her the death glare. He obviously had some influence over the Joker.

"Harley will be staying with us for a while, not sure exactly how long... it really all depends." He dug his nails into her side, just a small reminder to watch her step. "If any of you touch her I'll cut you up into tiny little pieces and mail them to your mothers. Get me?"

"Yes boss." They all spoke in unison.

"Hutch, where's Jerry?" Joker asked, changing the subject.

"He's being questioned by the GCPD about your escape." Hutch's eyes darted to Harley "And the disappearance of some Doctor."

"Ah that's a bummer. No matter I'll catch up with him later." J dismissed. He turned back to Harley and gave her a smirk, which held a hint of violence behind it.