#now my brain's slowly switching back to freaking out over Father

[raina-clipse423]

Arlecchino doodle

[stealforreal]

Todoroki Shoto - Future kids II

After deciding that you and Todoroki would be their guardians as long as the quirk kept them here, you begin enjoying some family time. But then the work studies begin again and by some unfortunate luck both you and Shoto is interning at Endeavors agency. Let's just say Shoto is not happy.

This is a continuation of my futurekids series for Todoroki, if you haven't already read part one I would recommend it-. It can be read as a stand alone, but you might get confused. Find it [here]

Shoto x f!reader

Aizawa was right, it had indeed been a long night. They had called in Recovery girl, who ended up determining that the quirk that sent the twins back in time would wear off.

Eventually.

Until then y/n was permitted to stay in the class 1-a dorms with Todoroki, since they were appointed the twins temporary caretakers. So now the three of them were heading back to the 1-a dorms, with two still very sleepy children. Midoriya was coming up with a few plans for when school started, with both you and Shoto being a hero course student things would be complicated. You looked at your green haired friend, incredibly thankful for his overthinking mind. There was also one more thing that could prove to be a problem, if the kids didn’t disappear beforehand, that is.

Next week you would start interning again, most of the students would be with the hero they had their work study with. See here lays the problem, no matter how much Shoto disliked his father he was a decent teacher when it came to his fire. Shoto was therefore doing his work studies with Endeavor, and since the pro you had your work studies with went on maternity leave last week. Endeavor, had therefore allowed you to intern with him, as long as your hero was on maternity leave. It wasn’t as if you could just leave the twins here, not to mention alone. The teachers were busy people, which was also one of the reasons that you and Shoto had been granted guardianship over your kids for the time being.

No matter, you would take it as it comes. Right now you have to get your children to bed. Your children, it was such a weird thing to say. I mean you are all just teenagers, nonetheless looking at the sleeping children in Todoroki’s arms you couldn’t help but love them. These precious children were yours and Shoto’s, and you already loved them with all your heart.

Walking into the common room of the class 1-a dorms, the five of you were greeted by the rest of class 1-a. Nobody said anything for a while, instead their classmates opted to look between you, Shoto and the twins. The curious glances, and the aura they gave off made you subconsciously step closer to the twins, and in the process standing half in front of Todoroki, lightly pushing up against him. The twins were beginning to stir in their sleep, not feeling the movement from before. Shoto didn’t notice though, he was having a hard time keeping his composure. You, the love of his life, the most beautiful girl in school and the mother of his children were lightly pushed up against him. Your chest touching his arm, sent a wave of heat to his cheeks. Blushing he turned his gaze towards his classmates, who still had no idea what was going on. First he left with two children who called him daddy, then he returned along with the school princess from class 1-b and now he is blushing. ‘Is the world ending’ Mina thought, her always stoic and blunt classmate, the unobtainable Todoroki Shoto was freaking blushing.

With Shoto turning his attention towards his glassmates, they finally snapped out of their stupor. Sending a line of quick fire questions his way, unfortunately effectively waking up the twins in the process. “Mommy what is happening” the adorable and childish sleeping voice of your son Ren rang out. Turning towards the noise, Ren sleepily looked at them rubbing his eyes with his tiny fist. eliciting a string of aww’s from the girls. Ren, ignoring that, stretched his arms out towards you, signaling that he would like to switch parents. Carefully you lifted Ren out of Todoroki’s arms, and craddled Ren to your chest. Stroking his hair to lull him back to sleep, you turned to Todoroki, hoping to gain his attention. Only to find him looking at your interaction with Ren, a soft smile splayed on his lips. The seer beauty and contentment you could spot in that smile made it contagious, and without your knowledge you copied him. The rest of the class was still your audience, and it was clear as day to them that the two of you were in love. Causing them to, once again wonder, what the hell is going on.

“We’ll explain later, Momo, can you make some pajamas for the twins ” You silently whispered, not wanting to wake up the twins again. Seemingly satisfied with your answer, class 1.a began talking amongst themselves again, quietly of course. As hero course students they knew how precious sleep was, and after the whole ordeal with the young boy crying they could imagine how tired the little fella was. Turning towards Shoto, who was lightly bouncing Reina in his arms to keep her asleep, you whispered again. “ I don’t know about sleeping arrangements, but I assume the twins will sleep with you?” He nodded “Follow me darling” The endearment slipped past his lips before he could fully comprehend what he had said, but once his brain caught up to his mouth he blushed hard. The color of his face was a serious rival to that of Kirishima’s hair, not that your face was any less red. Choosing to ignore the heat in your cheeks, you gave him a small nod and smile, motioning for him to lead the way with your head.

Momo followed behind the little family. Not a minute after they were out of earshot, the class began interrogating Midoriya since he was most likely caught up on the situation. Making some small talk with Momo was pleasant, and you speedily caught her up to date. “ So those adorable twins are yours and Shoto’s, and as long as they are here you’ll be staying at the 1-a dorms?” She softly asked, sounding suspiciously happy. Nodding as an answer. “ But if the twins stay with Shoto, where will you stay?” Momo asked, and she raised a fair point. Where were you going to stay?. “ I don’t know, I didn’t think that far ahead.” You answered her, keeping your voice low. “ I can make you a mattress along with some sleep wear, and you can borrow the room next to mine, if you’d like?” Momo proposed. It was a good offer, and you gratefully accepted it.

After setting the twins up in Shoto’s room, you were standing with Todoroki in the doorframe into his room. The Japanese style room now adorned a mattress, with two six year olds sleeping on it. “Well, good night Todoroki” You silently bid him good night, turning around to make your way to your room. “ Call me Shoto, I think we might be over formalities” He lightly said, turning back to look at the twins for a second, before turning back to look at you. You looked so appealing, the soft light cast by the moon hit your face perfectly. To Shoto, in that moment, you looked ethereal, and he couldn’t be happier that he ended up with you. “ Then call me y/n” , giving him a closed eye smile, turning back around again.

You walked a few steps, still feeling his eyes on you. Remembering his little slip up earlier, you plucked up the courage to be a little daring and perhaps teasing. Turning your head to look over your shoulder, you gave him a small smirk “ Good night, darling~” turning back, satisfied with yourself you left for your temporary living quarters. Leaving a very flustered Shoto with his thoughts’. Small flames decorated his arm as a response to his flustered state, patting them and putting them out he closed his dorm room door and went to sleep with a small smile on his face.

Waking up the next morning, you were met with three arms around your waist. None of which belonged to you, two were way too small and one was way too bulky to be yours. Your arms were wrapped around a twin each, as they slept on each side of your chest. It seems that at some point in the night Shoto had wrapped his arm around the three of you, and no matter how hard you tried you just didn’t find the situation weird or wrong. On the contrary, sleeping with the twins and Shoto felt so natural that it was borderline scary. Remembering how you ended up in this predicament, was a hard task to solve with your sleep induced brain.

Right, Ren woke up Reina because he had a nightmare. In turn Reina woke Shoto up, because she was having a hard time calming down Ren. Shoto had no idea how he was supposed to calm down the now crying twins. Turns out Reina is easily emotional, so when Ren cries, so does Reina. So Shoto’s genius plan was to wake you up, to help him deal with them. Somehow that ended up in you cuddling the kids to calm them down, and then roping you into staying here and sleeping with them. After a quick nod from Shoto, who was secretly happy he got to sleep and cuddle his little family, you all fell asleep pretty quickly.

Dragging her frame out of bed, she silently left the room. Taking the escalator down to the first floor, she was met with some of the early birds. And after Bakugou helped you wake fully up, by yelling at you demanding answers as to why you are here in their dorms at 6 in the morning. You began on breakfast, as it would take a bit longer now that you had to make 4 portions. Humming to herself she failed to notice the increasingly growing crowd, having no idea how loudly she was humming. Only when she was done, turning around with a plate in each hand did she notice the crowd. Slowly they began clapping and showering her in compliments for her voice.

Standing to the side was Shoto with his content little smile. He had woken up a bit when he felt a cold spot on his arm that previously was warm, slowly cracking his eyes open and he noticed your absence. Carefully tucking the twins in again he began his quest on finding you, his first stop was the common areas. He bore witness to your little unintentional concert, completely mesmerized by the way your hips swayed to the beat you were humming. Slowly, subconsciously, he came up to you and put his arms around your waist, nestling his face in the crook of your neck.

You were picking up the other two plates of breakfast, when you felt the arms circling your waist followed by a face nuzzling your neck. It was odd, you had only spent one night together, and you were already acting like a married couple. It should have freaked you out, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to care. In this very moment with Shoto cuddling you and hugging you from behind, while you had breakfast ready for the four of you, you’d never felt more loved and at home in your life. His hair was tickling your cheek as he nuzzled his face more into your neck. Patting his head slightly, you tried to get out of his grasp. But would he allow that, nooooo, instead he tightened his arms around you, lips ghosting your neck. “ Sho, I have to wake the twins up before breakfast gets cold'' Kissing your delicate cheek he slowly let go. Sitting the two other plates down, you make your way up to the twins.

Entering Shoto’s room, the sight that greeted you was so wholesome you just had to take a picture. The twins were hugging each other, their cheeks squished together. Easing your way over to them, bending down to kiss their cheeks and lightly shaking them awake. Reina sat up first, shortly followed by Ren, both rubbed their eyes with their tiny fists. They were simply adorable and you had to fight away the urge to squeal in delight. “Breakfast is ready, my cuties” You said softly. Both twins stretched their arms towards you, silently pleading to get picked up. Rolling your eyes you picked them up, balancing on your forearms letting them hug your neck for more balance. Reina pressed the buttons in the escalator, since your arms were noticeably full.

Sitting Ren next to you, and Reina next to Shoto, you began to eat your breakfast. Talking about what you were going to do today, as it is a Sunday and the only day completely free before work studies starts up again tomorrow. The twins wanted to go to the park, and so it was quickly decided what you were going to do today. After breakfast you dressed the twins in some clothes that Momo had made, so you didn’t have to worry about going shopping.

Together you made your way to the park, ignoring the stares from the onlookers. The twins held hands, with Ren holding your left hand and Reina holding Shoto’s right hand. The four of you took up the entire sidewalk, but you didn’t care. You children were happily chatting with their dad, while you kept aware of your surroundings. Arriving at the park you and Shoto took a spot on a nearby bench, while the twins rushed towards the other children. It was clear that Reina was the more confident of the two, from your spot on the bench you could see that she was the one to initiate the twins joining the others.

While her attention was on the children, Shoto's was on her, the beautiful woman beside him. Inching closer to her, he debated with himself if he would be too forward if he put an arm around her shoulders. He couldn’t understand how he could be so bold this morning, because now he was a nervous wreck. It didn’t make sense to him, putting his arm around your shoulders wouldn’t even be half as daring as his stunt this morning. ‘I don’t think she’ll mind, if she did she would have pushed me away this morning right?’ He thought to himself. Deep in thought he didn’t notice that he subconsciously put his arm around you, he only noticed when you leaned on his shoulder. “ This is nice, '' She said softly, and Shoto couldn't agree more.

*Click*

You spoke too soon, the unmistakable sound of a camera going off brought you to that conclusion. Surveying the area with your eyes, you spotted them. There were about 15 reporters, pointing their cameras towards you and Shoto. You tensed against him “Shoto, there are around 15 reporters photographing us at 4 o’clock” He subtly looked the way, and sure enough he spotted them as well. “ You want to make a run for it ” You nodded against his shoulder. “Let’s meet up at the ice cream shop between 4th and 6th ” He gave a small hum of confirmation.

Standing up abruptly and making your way over to the twins, you took one each and they said goodbye to their playmates. Holding Ren to your chest you began walking away from the park and towards 4th, footsteps following a few meters behind you. Spotting a crowded area, you made your way in between these people, while also explaining to Ren why you were half speed walking and half running. Spotting an abandoned alleyway, you swiftly made your way down it. Effectively shaking the reporters off, but somehow you still felt their eyes on you. Fairly certain that you had shaken them off, you chose to ignore the feeling of being watched.

Standing in the shadows was Dabi, his eyes following his ears towards the sound of someone entering his alleyway. He had just finished a job and was taking a break, when he noticed who had entered an alleyway. It was a teenage girl with a child around the age of 6-7 years old. Normally Dabi wouldn’t hesitate to eliminate people if they saw him, but for some reason he did this time. Maybe it was the fact that the boy looked like an alternative version of his youngest brother, or maybe it was the fact that the story the little boy was telling the girl sounded like something straight out of his life. “Uncle Touya is super cool, even if he used to be a villain. Daddy said that it was Grandpa Enji’s fault he ended up a villain anyway. I wanted to be like uncle Touya, but then I got my quirk and it was like Grandma Rei’s, so I can’t make flames like he and Daddy do. But that's okay, 'cause mommy and daddy love me anyway. ” So for perhaps the first time, he ignored them and went on his way.

Listening to your son talk about his uncle Touya was wholesome, but Ren unbeknownst to himself also just ratted out one of the most wanted villains. The description of Dabi matched what your son was saying, and now that you think about it his wanted profile says cerulean eyes. The classic Todoroki eyes should have given him away sooner. Deciding that this information was something that you couldn’t come out with was hard, but something must have happened. Something good since Ren said that he used to be a villain, past tense. Figuring that everything would work out the way it was supposed to, you finished making your way to the ice cream shop.

Standing in front of the shop was Shoto, and a very excited Reina. The little redhead was bouncing in Shoto’s arms, and that only intensified when she spotted the other half of the family coming towards them. Together the four of them went into the ice cream shop, and agreed that it would be best to head back to UA. It was Shoto’s turn to cook today, so of course he had bought all the ingredients a few days ago, he was going to make Soba for everyone.

Shoto had gotten a scoop of vanilla and a scoop of strawberry per the twins request, so that his ice cream and hair would match. The twins got some kind of kiddie ice cream, it was rainbow colored and they were very pleased with their choice, if their delighted faces said anything.

Walking back into the 1a- dorms, ignoring the glances of the few curious that were lounging around the common areas. Shoto began dinner, with two very eager spectators. You sat down on the couch and talked with the Dekusquad girls. “ Isn’t it weird becoming a mom overnight like this?” Ochaco asked. “It should be shouldn’t it?, but I don’t feel like it is. Maybe I just have a strong maternal instinct” You answered her shrugging your shoulders. “ What about your relationship with Todoroki, you seemed pretty cozy this morning *kero*” Tsu pointed out, making you blush and stutter. Leaving the laughing girls behind, you went to the kitchen to see if Shoto needed any help.

Somehow it seemed the twins had smoothly talked their father into letting them help him. So now the twins were cutting the vegetables, while Shoto was cooking the Soba noodles. They were clumsy with the nice, but avoided cutting themselves. You had a sneaking suspicion that this wasn’t the first time they’d managed to weasel their way into a kitchen, for two 6 year-olds they were way too proficient in a kitchen.

Dinner was delicious and filled with light chatter and by the time that everybody was done eating, nobody even batted an eyelash at the twins' presence. You and Shoto had answered all their questions to the best of your abilities. Afterwards they began questioning Ren and Reina, you ignored them out not wanting to have your future spoiled for you. “ Do you have any siblings?” Kirishima asked, snapping you back into the conversation. “ Reina excitedly began nodding, making her red locks fly all over the place. “ Yeah, mommy told me and Ren she was pregnant, but she still hasn’t told daddy yet” she said with a bright smile, though she began frowning towards the end of her sentence. Everybody turned their heads toward you, “ don’t look at me, I’m not pregnant. The future me is” It was like they forgot, because when you mentioned future you, they all had an oh, right I forgot look adorning their faces.

The rest of the evening wasn’t eventful, and the twins somehow roped you into sleeping with them and Shoto again tonight. From the start this time, and so you slept on the left side of the bed with Reina next to you. Shoto slept on the right side of the bed with Ren next to him, which made the twins sleep together in the middle. Sometime throughout the night, yours and Shoto’s hands intertwined on top of the twins.

Monday came around, and the twins were still here. So over breakfast you and Shoto had to discuss the issue at hand, what to do with the twins and work studies. “ Sho’, we have to take them with us, the teachers are busy and they are our responsibility.” You tried to calmly reason with him. “ No, absolutely not! I am not letting my snowflakes near that burning piece of trash.” He sternly said, even if he didn’t yell it certainly felt like he did. “ So, what’s you plan then? And for the record they are our kids, not just yours Sho” You bit back, not breaking eye contact. Shoto looked away first with a scowl, you had a point. Nobody he knew could take the kids, and so he was left with no choice but to accept it. Frowning you stretched your hand over the table, and put it on top of his. “ Sho’ I know you don’t like it, and to be frank I don’t either but there is nothing we can do about it”. Shoto turned his hand up and interlaced your fingers, feeling a little better. “ Does this mean we get to see Grandpa Enji?” The twins asked in unison, sparkles practically in their eyes. You and Shoto shared a look before nodding, gaining excited shouting from the twins, probably waking the rest of the dorm residents.

Together the four of you took the train to Endeavour’s agency, only being stopped 3 times. Considering the reporter fiasco yesterday, to say you were relieved would be an understatement. You weren't sure if the twins were used to publicity or not. Arriving in front of Endeavour’s agency, you and Shoto shared a look, before intertwining your hands. You need all the emotional support you could get, and you had an inkling that Shoto felt the same way. The twins ran in front of you, and looked around the place in awe. Turns out that you were more nervous than you originally thought, because you were squeezing the life out of Shoto’s hand. But who could blame you, the situation was a bit bizarre and Endeavour is an intimidating man.

“Grandpa” two childish voices rang out in the big office belonging to Endeavour. Everything stopped, Endeavour and his sidekicks stopped talking. The silence was broken when two young children tackled Endeavor, and hugged him tightly. The two small children were grinning, yelling Surprise. Following the two young children was his youngest son Shoto, and his new intern y/n. They were holding hands, and looking at the children in his arms with a bit of uncertainty.

“ Ren, Reina, let go of Grandpa, remember you aren’t born yet and Grandpa is not briefed on the situation.” his new intern exclaimed. “Right sorry mommy, sorry grandpa” The redheaded little girl said before both the children left his arms. Endeavour watched them carefully as they hugged his new intern, she still hadn't let go of his son's hand. It was clear that they were the parents of these two children, but how it happened and why he wasn’t informed he didn’t know. Dismissing his sidekick, he turned his attention back onto the teenagers. Lifting a brow “care to elaborate” he pointedly glared at her.

Shoto, sprung into action, and relayed the story to the number 2 hero. From the start on how he met Reina, to how he met Ren and how you bumped into him and Midoriya on their way to Aizawa. How Recovery girl had said the quirk that had done this would wear off eventually, to yesterday and how they couldn't leave them alone. “ So father, meet your grandchildren from 15 years into the future” He pointed towards the twins, who were hugging each leg of yours.

After the initial shock wore off, Endeavour was surprisingly understanding. He told them that they would train instead of going on patrol, so they could look after his grandchildren. Both you and Shoto were shocked at how easily he slipped into the grandpa role, even though considering how fast you slipped into your parental roles it really shouldn’t have surprised you. He was playing with them, showing them what he could do with his flames. Reina copied him, while Shoto and Ren played with their ice. They even ended up having an art competition, with Reina and Endeavour carving wood with their fire. Shoto and Ren on the other hand made an ice sculpture, and in the end you couldn’t decide who won.

Some time after when the twins were just playing with each other, and you and Shoto got some intense training, a sidekick came to report to Endeavour. They left for Endeavour's office. You and Shoto took this time to regain your breaths, sitting down and cuddling a bit. Your back was up against Sho’s heaving chest, his arms around your waist as you rested your head against his shoulder. “ Mommy, Daddy I feel funny,” Ren said. Standing up you go towards your children with Sho’ hot on your tail. Reaching a stop in front of the twins, you reach out to put the back of your hand on his forehead to check his temperature. When your hand reached his forehead, it went through. What? Coming to the conclusion that the quirk that sent them here in the first place, was probably nearing its time.

You turn to your children, and slowly they begin fading. “ Bye be careful our little snowflakes, mommy and daddy loves you” Shoto said, his tone melancholic. The last thing you saw was them nodding before they disappeared before your eyes. Turning towards Sho’ you embraced each other, silently crying. You had grown attached to your kids in the 3 days they had been here, you could feel Sho’s tears fall and land on your neck. After some time Endeavor returned, confused as he looked around for the twins. “ Where did my grandchildren go?” he demanded in a gruff voice. “ They went back to their time sir” You politely answered him, drying your eyes. Endeavour's eyes widened a fraction before returning to their normal size“ Well then bring them back” he suggested. Immediately you and Shoto separated, and blushed furiously. How could he say that with a straight face, you were only teenagers for All Might's sake. You’d see them again in the future, with that you continued the day with a small smile.

We’ll see them again someday.

@deloreees @rainypeachbakerygoth

[thegremlincrowsnest]

My Little Prince

All reader inserts are poc, chubby and ftm! All reader inserts will use he/him and they/them pronouns unlessed specified! This was a commission for @calslaundry

CW: Sex under the influence, consumption of weed, slight scumbag dabi, dabi is called Touya

“Awe, does the little prince wanna do somethin’ naughty?~” Touya said with a smirk. You could only hide your face in your oversized sweater, the heat of your embarrassment rising to the surface.

He only chuckled, poking your nose softly. “Cute little mouse,” he whispered softly. You looked up curiously, but before you could ask for clarification, he wraps an arm around your shoulders. He guides you back to his apartment, surprisingly flourished for someone who tries so hard. Lavish as it was raunchy. The lingering smell of sex and weed clung to the air in a thick fog. The hairs on your arms stood on end from the initial contact. Kicking off your shoes, you walked immediately into the living room. Looking outside you could see some storm clouds begin to congregate. You sat down on the plush leather sofa, sinking into its cushions with a sigh.

“Good thing we got home in time before the rain started,” you remarked. Touya only grunted a response as he quickly gathered the tools for his nightly ceremony. With a big smile, he walked over with a variety of items. A jar filled with the illicit green substance, a pipe, a bong, and some lighters.

“Usually I’d roll you a blunt but Keigo owes me more papers,” he remarks as he sits down next to you.

For the next few minutes, he explains the difference between the bong and the pipe, how they’re used, and how each will feel. You’ve never seen him this focused before. “There’re also edibles I want you to try first. I made them myself and they’re a slow introduction into this. I don’t wanna freak you out darlin,’” he adds before standing up once again, grabbing a plastic container filled with cookies. You can’t help but take in this slightly domestic side of him. He hums to himself as he picks out a few cookies for the both of you. You look around to take it in, the guitar in the corner, the faint smell of frankincense and myrrh, the few more expensive items from his father. It brought a small smile to your face, as rough around the edges he was, he seemed comfortable.

“Scoping out what to snatch little one?” A gruff voice said near your ear.

You jumped slightly, “Fuckin’ asshole!” You squealed. He let out a hearty laugh, reclaiming his space next to you once more. You couldn’t help but stare at his stupid, sexy face and his stupid, sexy piercings. He looked like he was sculpted by the gods himself, but you'd never tell him that. Taking a bite of the brownie, your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “It doesn’t taste any different!” you squealed. Touya couldn’t help but chuckle at your adorable reaction, reaching over carefully to cup your cheek. Gently brushing his thumb against the crumbs lingering on your face.

He looks into your eyes, smiling softly before turning away, pulling up Netflix on his phone to cast onto the TV. “Tell me, mouse, what would you like to lose yourself in?”

(break)

A few hours later you’re snuggled close to his side, ribbons of smoke dance around you. Frankincense and myrrh mix in with the earthy scent of weed. Your eyelids droop as you stare at the tv, it’s some cartoon. You giggle softly at every joke, every instance of slapstick to the brightly colored characters. Touya was in a similar state, constantly stroking your hair gently as he took puff after puff of his blunt. Tapping your cheek gently for you to look at him, he leans down.

“Little mouse~ How’re you feelin’? 1-10,” the deep voice said, you hazily look up at him, it's dark out and the only light radiates from the tv. His eyes were still that enchanting blue, even in darkness. You couldn’t help but melt into them, you saw his lips move but the sound was muffled and far away. You cooed softly with confused eyes, being met with a soft chuckle and a hand cradling your chin. “One…” A thumb brushes your lips, “..to ten my mouse,” he says softly.

Your eyes focus on his face and your smile. “Eight...sir”

He felt his cock twitch at the response, licking his lips as he sits up. “Wanna try something new?” he asks as he begins rolling up another blunt. You sit up and turn yourself around, facing him and watching intently. Skilled fingers tuck and hold the soft green herb as he rolls tightly, tongue peeking out to wet the edge he looks you in the eye. Grazing his tongue against the paper slowly, purposely, before looking away and closing the joint.

He sits up and turns to you, gripping a lighter in one hand. “Now yer gonna try and begin smokin’ this blunt,” he began, leaning in ever so slightly to point out where you light and where you inhale. Your focus switches from his fingers to his eyes to the sweet honey baritone of his voice. Getting lost in the myriad of thoughts that spill into your haze-smoke-filled mind. He notices you slipping into this space and smirks, cupping your chin gently. He tugs your lip gently with his thumb, whispering, “Alright little mouse, open those pretty lips for me and pucker up. You’re gonna inhale this smoke and hold it in those little lungs of yours,” he instructed.

You nod, empty fuzzy head completely transfixed on the melody that was his voice. He leans back to light the joint, inhaling deeply before motioning you over. You climb on top of him, hands pressed against his firm chest for balance. He holds your chin again, helping to steady you as you pucker your lips, exhaling the smoke into your mouth. Your lips are inches away from each other, barely touching. You can smell his cologne much stronger now, the cinnamon spices mixing with the incense and weed, it made your head spin.

As soon as you inhale the smoke he pushes your lips together. “Hold it for me, baby,” he sighs as you feel the smoke fill your lungs. Moving his hand to cup the back of your head he pulls you close to his chest. Placing your hand on his chest he exhales deeply. “Just like that”

You nod and exhale the same way, giggling as you feel the effects melt your brain. He rubs your side comfortingly, staring at your blissed-out face, feeling his cock twitch again at how pliable you’re becoming. “Easy there, ya might spur somethin’ ya can’t finish.” His grasp becomes a warning, gently pressing his hardening erection against your stomach.

You only nodded and giggled, curling into his lap, “I trust you Touya, you’ll help me through it.”

Soft moans could be heard, tv long forgotten, as a sonorous voice directs you. “Ya gotta practice holding it in sweet cheeks. Holding it in while daddy plays with your little pussy is great practice.” Sweet promises fill your ears as you feel his long, dexterous fingers grope and prod your pussy lips. “Such a good boy for daddy,” he kisses into your hair, cooing how good you’re pulling from each hit of the blunt. Even teaching you how to flow smoke into his mouth. He calls it shotgunning? You think, it gets hard to think straight the more he fingers you. The sound of your sopping wet pussy filled your ears. You would hide your face in embarrassment if your body didn’t feel so deliciously heavy, leaning your entire weight on the taller man. It doesn’t phase him in the slightest, feeling your plush skin pressed up against his. He was in heaven.

“Let’s get you out of these.”

Your brain processes the words slowly before you feel your sweatshirt and shirt lifted over your head. He does the same and you shiver slightly at the cool touch of his skin against yours. His cock pressed against the small of your back as he begins to grope your tits. “Your so soft baby mouse, so small and fuckable.”

You keen in his embrace, drawing another hit as you feel him lift you gently. His cock, hot and throbbing, slots itself perfectly in between your lips. He groans into your shoulder, feeling your pussy throb against him. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me baby.”

He cups your breast, rubbing your nipples until they harden under his ministrations. Moaning against your neck as he grinds his cock between your folds. “Such a good boy for me, already wet and ready for my cock aren’t ya?” You can only nod and whimper happily in your daze. He reaches down, letting his fingers graze against your stomach and mound before grazing your clit. Rubbing it softly between calloused fingers he smiles. You don’t push him off, only moan softly as you try to hazily focus on his touch. He doesn’t relent, moving to tease your nipple as he tweaks your clit more. “Does the little prince want more?”

You can only respond in soft whimpers as you nod your head. “Use your big boy words.''

Another whimper slips past soft lips before you attempt to speak, “P-please Touya...Touch me more, feels so good.” You don’t notice the Cheshire grin that paints his face but he abides, sliding one slender finger into your heat. Your thighs twitch as they spread wider for him, sighing happily as you feel another finger join the first.

“I don’t have to prep you much. That indica really is hitting you hard ain’t it darlin’.”

Your eyes roll back as you feel him gently graze against your sweet spot. He does this a few more times before beginning to thrust his fingers faster. A thumb grazes your clit as he continues his assault on your most delicate spot. He tilts your head back, smiling at your misty eyes and sloped smile. “Look at you, all sensitive and at my mercy, such a sweet peach ya are.” He stops his fingers, bringing them to your lips. You gently lick them before sucking them clean, moaning at your taste and the look in his eyes. “I think you’re ready for the main course my little prince.”

He smiles as he pulls your back against his chest. Lifting your plush thighs up as he angles his cock to your entrance, lowering you gently he sucks in a breath at your tightness. “Mmm~ shit, you’re so fucking tight,” his groans filled your ears as he held you close, bouncing you on his cock. You laid your head back against his shoulder as he began to thrust up into you. He hummed softly to himself as he set a steady pace, rubbing your clit in tandem to when he was balls deep inside of you.

Touya turned your face towards him, kissing your soft lips ever so slightly as he devoured your moans. He sped up his pace, the sounds of wet slaps filled the smoke filled room. He continued his stream of praise as he felt his cock clench around his cock. Balls slapping against you as his pace quickened. “My sweet boy- ngh- my prince, I’m very close. I’m gonna fucking cream you, alright?” You nodded in understanding as you felt his grip tighten around your hips. His pace quickened as he felt himself grow closer to completion, reaching over he flicked your clit quickly. Your moans reached a higher pitch at the added sensation. His nails dub into your skin, leaving crescent moon shapes in their wake as he pushes you into your stomach. Humping you like a dog he kissed your neck, “Ready to take all of me my sweet boy, gonna fucking be full of my fucking cum.”

He sped as fast as he could, smacking your ass as he growled. Your own moans grew in octaves as you felt over your peak. Squirting on his cock and all over the couch below your body shook. He held his hips close to yours, filling your pussy with his thick cum as his balls twitched against your clit. “Holy fuck~ my prince really knows how to take my cock don’t he, such a good boy~”

[ditttiii]

Brothers Conflict || 03.

Thrust into an already established family, you struggle to find your footing while dodging the advances of seven, incredibly good looking stepbrothers.

Your father marrying, and you suddenly having to live under the same roof with seven step brothers was a royal mess or so you had thought, Because them falling in love with you was so much worse. Or was it?

◈ Genre: Romance, Fluff, Humour, Smut and maybe a little angst. (PG-18) (step brother AU)  (I do NOT support incest, this work is inspired by the popular anime/manga Brothers Conflict)

◈ Pairings: OT7 x Reader (reverse harem)

◈ CHAPTER THREE

WC: 2.7k

Warnings: Language (sfw)

Masterlist

"How about this?"

"Nah, it's too sideways," you reply from where you are standing near the doorway of your bedroom.

"Right or left?" Sunmi asks, as she grips the frame and distances her torso from the wall, trying to see for herself where she should shift the frame. From the looks of it, she's failing spectacularly at it.

Suppressing a snort, you answer ‘left’ and hum when she tilts the frame and you are finally satisfied with its position on the wall. Walking back in, you marvel at the sheer grandness of your room for the umpteenth time as you take in all the space around you. Roughly four times the size of your old bedroom, it was huge. 

Floor to ceiling windows on the side opposite the bedroom door, before which was your queen-sized bed. A decent size, intricately designed bedside table beside it, with the floor underneath covered with a soft, plush rosy white carpet. A walk-in closet the size of your old bedroom, a bathroom with a jacuzzi, curtains heavy enough to suffocate and kill you if they were to ever fall upon your body; your new bedroom screams rich.  

It would be a lie to say that you don't feel intimidated. Raised in a middle-class, humble neighbourhood, you hadn't in your wildest dreams ever imagined living in a room like this. But here you are, soaking in the reality of the moment; and realising that it feels like something between a dream and a nightmare. 

Nearly four hours since you first started unpacking, and five since you had first met your new family, most of your room was organised. All boxes untaped and emptied as you and Sunmi worked hard to make the unnecessarily large, empty room less of a hotel room and more like the bedroom of a 19-year-old girl. 

Sighing, you push the last book of your novel collection into the bookshelf. Made from some sort of whitewood, much like everything else, it was designed intricately and looming large over your small shadow. 

"This is it."

Slouching, you fall onto your back, eyes straying to the ceiling above and the textures carved onto it, refusing to reply to Sunmi’s statement. Agreeing would mean that you'd have to let her go and you don't think you can, the isolation and abnormality of the situation already sinking in and scaring you. 

 "Mmn," you reply noncommittally instead. 

A long sigh, and then your best friend is curling on the floor beside you, her hand snaking around yours, fingers intertwining, as she silently lets you know that she is here for you. Repressing the tears you can already feel trying to escape your eyes, you squeeze her hand back. 

The clammy, ice-cold touch of your skin against hers goes unmentioned as you both lay there in silence. 

"I'll call you every day," you whisper, your voice choked as your death grip around Sunmi's waist tightens, and she lets out a strangled moan before pushing you away. 

"Woman, stop being so dramatic! You'll see me back in college every freaking day once summer ends and you know I'll come to see you whenever you want me to, the hour-long ride be damned," Sunmi chides. There’s no bite in her words, and her voice wobbles despite her trying to act tough, but you don't call her out on it and only nod. 

"You better, you airhead, lord knows you'll probably sob your body dry without seeing me every day." 

A giggle comes out of your best friend's tall, lean body, one you are entirely too envious of, and her eyes soften, your smile softening with it. 

"Take care, will ya?" 

"Always," you whisper back, and with one last kiss thrown over her shoulder, she leaves. Her figure grows smaller and farther with every step she takes, and you bite your lip to prevent a call from tumbling out. Not moving an inch until you hear the distant roar of her car driving away, you finally shut the door when you no longer hear or see her car. 

Suddenly you feel scarily small. Like a tiny, irrelevant existence born in a world too large and glamorous; a world where you evidently do not belong. 

Meandering through the floor, you gaze at the picture frames on the wall as though you are the actress of some old seventies cinema, bemoaning the absence of a long lost lover. 

Dramatic, yes, but you have always been more on the theatrical spectrum of humankind, and it isn't like there is much you can do right now anyway. Not unless you want to hole up in your room and stew in your sadness alone. And even though that might sound appealing to most (considering what your room now looks like), it wasn't something you felt like doing at the moment. 

So you mindlessly gaze at the pictures, the setting sun casting a warm orange glow in the darkening hallway as you try to find some semblance of familiarity, a speck of comfort or intimacy. 

"Y/n?" a soft voice calls out to you, and you twist on your heels, your eyes meeting with those of Yoongi. 

"Yoongi-oppa." Voice coming out soft, your words fade at the end as your eyes track the way Yoongi's face glows when the rays of the setting sun hit his skin. Long messy dark blonde hair makes space for his glittering curvy eyes to shine through, and your breath gets caught somewhere in your chest when you look at the vision that was Min Yoongi. 

"Exploring?" he asks casually, but even without knowing him for all that long, you can detect the underlying layer of concern in his voice. You don't know if he is being open with you right now, or if you can just read him well, but the concern makes your heart feel a little warmer. 

"Something like that." Your answer is ambiguous, but Yoongi doesn't ask you to elaborate, so you don't add anything more, turning back and looking at the pictures again instead.

"This something you enjoy?" Yoongi asks as he moves beside you, hands stuffed deep in the pockets of his pants, and leans; making himself comfortable against the wall.  

Your eyes stray to him. "Sounds like you don't."

"Not really my forte, I can appreciate it from a distance, sure, but not an enthusiast," he replies, the back of his head hitting the wall behind as he looks up at you. 

Humming, you shrug. "Same, I guess, it's just fascinating to me. I wish I was smart enough to understand what half of these actually mean, but I am not, so I just appreciate the beauty and move on."

"Fair enough." 

You nod and let the silence reign again, but it's a comfortable silence, the kind of quiet where you are both lost in your own thoughts but at the same time appreciate the company of the other.  

Slowly the sun sets behind you, and the glassed walls shimmer one last time before the ceiling lights are switched on, bathing the entire floor in warm but bright light. 

Yoongi had been silent the entire time as you explored the floor like a child in a zoo, poking and prodding the potted plants, oo-ing and aah-ing over the art around you, fascinated and occupied with the attractions around.   

But when the lights switch on, he clears his throat and gets up from the couch he had taken a seat on some time ago, head tilting as he wordlessly asks you a question. You nod back and smile, making your way to him as you finally get ready to spend some time with the rest of your newly acquired family. 

As you both make your way to the main hall, you don't miss how your heart is feeling much lighter now. The silent company that Yoongi had provided you with seems to have put you at ease and calmed your racing thoughts. 

Walking into the kitchen alone, you try your best to make as little noise as possible. Yoongi, much to your displeasure, had promised that he'd meet you out in a few minutes only to disappear inside of his bedroom and leave you to your own devices.  

The sudden bout of bravado from earlier had left your body too, in its place leaving raring, gut-twisting anxiety. 

Tiptoeing to the refrigerator, you take out a bottle and pour yourself a glass. The chilled water slides down your throat, quenching your thirst, and you let out a satisfied sigh, smacking your lips in contentment after. 

"That thirsty, huh?" 

You jump, startled, heart racing and in your throat, as your gaze snaps to the doorway and finds Seokjin standing there. Suit coat hung over his left arm, and a button-down shirt rolled up to his elbows, he was clearly returning back home after a workday. 

"Holy fuck, you scared the shit outta me!" 

Your brain to mouth filter is seemingly not working after being startled. Feeling anxious was a problem enough, but being scared after was evidently enough to send your last two brain cells out the window. Your common sense and the knowledge that Kim Seokjin was now your stepbrother, eldest stepbrother, flying out the window along with them. 

You hear crickets chirping in the distance as an awkward silence blankets the room, and in that moment you want to die. Spontaneously combust and float away into thin air, disappear, dissolve, vanish—die. 

"I am so sorry, can we pretend I didn't say that, “you voice out meekly, your eyes avoiding Seokjin’s and instead finding purchase on the wall behind him, seemingly fascinated by the utter whiteness of it. 

Hearing a chuckle ring and break the awkwardness in the air, you shift your gaze to the source of said chuckle and catch your eldest brother's gaze. "It's alright Y/n, I get that this is a big adjustment. Please don't feel like you need to rush on anybody's accord, take your time."

And then Kim Seokjin smiles—his pouty, full lips stretched into a small but ridiculously warm smile, and something in your chest clenches at the sight of it. Warning bells ring in the back of your mind, and you squash the thoughts threatening to come forward, their not-so-appropriate nature resulting in an immediate rejection from your end. 

Mumbling a thank you, you let him know you'll be down soon and then dash to your bedroom, slamming the door closed once you're inside and sinking down onto the floor. 

What the hell was that!?

Raking a hand through your hair, you groan in annoyance, wincing when said hand gets stuck in a tangle and pulls a few strands loose.

Looking back at your impression so far in front of Seokjin, one of your seven step brothers, it had been nothing but absolutely marvellous. So you can't imagine what could possibly go wrong when you sit down at the dinner table and are surrounded by all seven of them. 

Nothing, nothing at all, nope-nada-zilch!

Frustrated, you slide a hand down your face, hoping to calm down, but the move only ends up irritating your skin under. The day has been long, and all that you pray for now is that it ends soon. Your bed, which from the looks of it was fit for royalty, was beckoning you over too. 

With one last huff, you are pushing yourself up onto your feet and to the bathroom to splash some water, before you go and join the rest of your new family. 

Pulling the chair in, you wring your hands nervously under the table, away from any prying eyes. One by one, the rest of your family filters in and takes a seat; Seokjin and Yoongi both pick their seats at the two heads of the table. Hoseok and Namjoon sit on either side of you, with Jimin plopping himself down opposite you, and getting flanked by Jungkook and Taehyugn on either side. 

Not much conversation had taken place as they picked their seats, everyone sufficiently tired enough after a long day, but they had smiled or nodded at you when they first entered the dining room. 

'Well most of them at least,'  you think, eyeing the two youngest, who had both refused to give you even a cursory glance, resulting in your smile going unseen and unreciprocated. Their attitude, however, doesn't bother you too much at this point; as it was, they were virtually nothing more than strangers to you. 

Conversations pick up around you, and you feel slightly out of place, as though you are a guest over for dinner rather than their new stepsister, but the feeling doesn't last long, because both Namjoon and Hoseok soon pull  you into a conversation. Inquiries come forth about your day, and how your unpacking had gone.

The conversation is mostly superficial, nothing too emotionally challenging; neither of them ask how it feels being a part of their family or something like that, and you are relieved. Grateful, because you don't know if you'd be able to answer those questions anyway. The whole situation is still very odd no matter how many minutes of the day pass. 

Someone clears their throat, and your eyes snap to Seokjin, who was pushing his chair back and picking up his glass, the red wine inside sloshing with the movement. 

"I've done this before, and yet it never gets any less nerve-wracking," Seokjin starts, and your eyes furrow in confusion, but he continues before you can think about it any more. "Y/n," he says and tips his head in your direction, "I know this must feel a little scary—actually, scratch that, you're probably terrified right now, and that's okay.” he pauses, and takes a breath before continuing, “I'm sure it feels crazy suddenly being thrust into an already established family and being told that now you're one of them, and I just want you to know that I get it. We get it, and we are here for you. If you don’t want to accept us as family, that’s okay too; all of us would understand and support whatever decision you make. I just...” Sighing, he locks eyes with you.

 “...I just hope you can let us in eventually, family or not." 

Seokjin's eyes bore into yours as he says this, stressing the 'us', and you gulp, feeling the back of your throat tighten at his words. Sensing the fine thread of control that you had over your emotions loosening, you swivel your gaze to the table instead, nodding, your vision growing blurry as you try to blink back the burn in your eyes. 

The room goes quiet, as the boys give you time to collect yourself—or sob, you don't know, but you appreciate the consideration nonetheless.

It was going good, it really was. You were holding on, no matter how precarious the hold was, you were holding on. Grasping onto that last string of control and restraint you had with all of your might. 

But then Hoseok is wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into his side, letting you nestle your face in the crook of his neck, and the string snaps, his neck growing wet as tears streamed down your face and slid down his skin. 

For a few minutes, you forget that you were now surrounded by strangers who you had to accept and call your family. For a few false, delusional minutes you forget that they don't know you, that the care they were showing was genuine and not something they were obligated to. That the one whose hands were drawing circles across your back, the one whose voice was whispering reassurances in your ear—stupid sweet-nothings that you would tell a small child to make them feel better, actually gave a shit about you.  

You forget the reality and slip into a safe headspace, letting the warmth of another human encircle you, hold you, wrap you in its cocoon as you weep. 

A/N: dedicating this chapter to @mel-gonzalez07​, one of my oldest, most loyal readers, and more than anything else an amazing friend. ily angel 💖  

Y/n is going through some shitt here. Imagine being thrust into a dynamic that has been established for years, and then having to act like you are meant to be a part of it. 

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[ghost-strawberry]

Taking Control

Prompt by Dekalkomania for Phic Phight 2021. Danny hasn't been feeling himself, blacking out and having strange dreams. Unbeknownst to him, Freak Show's staff was not the only artifact that could control ghosts. Even worse, Jack and Maddie are the ones who get their hands on that object.

"I'm not sure Jack," Maddie murmured, distrust in her eyes. She picked up the object tenderly, examining it. It was some kind of orb, about the size of her palm. Shining red and encased in an intricate wire structure. Even through her gloves a cold temperature leeched out from within it. "This is a great opportunity Maddie! How often do we get our hands on something like this?" It seemed nothing could dampen her husband's elation when faced with such an interesting project. "Of course, it is wonderful to find an artefact like this, and I will take great pleasure in examining it thoroughly, I just wonder how dangerous it could be." She delicately placed the orb in a glass box and slid a heavy metal lid over. She crouched down beside it, staring at it through the glass. There was something... compelling about it. Maddie didn't believe in magic or superstition, she only put stock in that which could be clearly defined and measured with science. Ghosts residing in latter category. This object though, well, it was like nothing the scientist had ever seen before; she had only read about the like in damp ridden, old textbooks on the occult. The swirling crimson pattern seemed almost to move as she stared.

"Let's get this show on the road," she said, reaching for the controls next to her. Maddie deftly flicked several switches on the machine beside the glass case and twisted a dial, causing it to generate a smooth hum. Jack was almost bouncing up and down with excitement. Maddie smirked at his child-like joy whilst maintaining her concentration on the equipment. She had no idea what kind of results they would uncover. The object began to shiver in its cage and Jack observed the fluctuating results, taking notes. In her mind, Maddie dredged up all her limited memories on studying ecto-artefacts such as these and their possible abilities. She hoped it would be some kind of device they could use in their ghost hunting, perhaps to capture, or control the spectral beings? Wouldn't it be great to find something that could properly capture that ghost kid menace: Danny Phantom?

*

The infinite fog rolled towards him in voluminous banks, the insubstantial trees beside him were withered and twisted. Harsh rain lashed down, stinging his face and eyes. The dark earth trembled and cracked beneath his feet. A disembodied voice drifted through the haze. "What?" The rasping words crept out, "how did you get in here?" A face appeared, mouth malformed, twisted and confused. Glass eyes like an insects shimmered in and out of sight. A scent of fear suffused the air. Glowing ruby trails traced an outline around a familiar room. His lips moved of their own accord. "You requested it of me," came out in a drawl. "Turn it off! Now!" Before he could react, complete darkness fell.

*

Nightmares were nothing new to Danny. Something about having died, facing horrible creatures everyday and fighting fearsome ghosts did that to a boy. But this dream, this nightmare last night... it was... different. He shivered in his bed, pyjamas sodden with sweat. He tried to recall what the dream was about. He couldn't remember anything particularly scary about it, in fact, he could only clearly see one image, imprinted on his mind. His mother, wearing her usual blue hazmat suit and red safety goggles. Danny shook of the vestiges of the dream and swung himself out of bed. It probably didn't mean anything important.

*

"Hey Danny-o!" The jovial voice greeted him as he walked into the kitchen. The large, blockish figure of his dad bundled across the room, obviously excited about something. "Hey, Dad," Danny responded, in a monotone voice that was his attempt at expressing his disinterest in whatever crazy experiment his dad was working on. Needless to say, his dad wouldn't pick up on anything as subtle as that. "Got some big stuff we're investigating today! Can't wait to show you!" His white teeth gleamed as he spoke. "Now Jack, don't go getting Danny intrigued. You know we can't show it just yet, not until we know what it does," his mum calmly chimed in as she finished her bowl of cereal. That actually made this project more interesting to Danny. His parents were not the kind of scientists to adhere to any kind of health and safety, or to purposefully shut him out like this. Danny had been allowed full access around their laboratory and usually informed about all of their work since he'd been about ten years old. "So," he said, trying to show a natural curiosity whilst busying himself making breakfast, "what does it do?" "Well, it's basically-" his dad started, but was abruptly cut off by his wife standing up and sharply clapping him on the shoulder. "Basically sweetie, we don't know... yet. And we couldn't tell you anything because we don't know, right Jack?" She turned to look at him pointedly, hand still resting on his shoulder. Danny sat down and started to eat, not surprised. He would have to find out about this experiment another way. "Yes... yes of course." His dad grinned with the secret and shot a sly, deliberate wink to Danny. "Danny, would you be a dear and wash up our dishes from breakfast? We've really got to get to the lab," his mum asked. Before she had finished speaking, a strange rush of feeling rose up in Danny, his stomach turned over like he had butterflies, his hair stood on end. Without meaning to, Danny got up quickly, dropping his spoon which clattered noisily in his bowl. He snatched his parent's dishes from the table and began cleaning them in the kitchen sink. "Yes," the one syllable word dropped out of his mouth, in a voice that didn't seem like his own. It was as if he was watching someone else washing up, with his arms, from the confines of his own head. "Oh... thanks sweetie!" His mum remarked, in a surprised tone, "it would be nice if you reacted like this every time your father and I asked you to do something!" Danny's head nodded, his eyes in the sink and on the task, unable to look anywhere else. He heard his parents footsteps leave the kitchen and go downstairs to the basement. His thoughts tumbled over in his mind, his vision growing darker around the edges. This sensation, it was too familiar. Then, as swiftly as it had come over him, he was back to normal. The dishes lay clean and dripping on the draining board. Danny slumped down in a chair, unnerved. What was that all about? He ran his hands through his inky black hair, trying to make sense of the experience.  His mum had offhandedly asked him to do something, and he had been somehow forced to do it. Remnants of last nights dream came back to his mind, involuntarily. He racked his brains for an answer, for the familiarity of the sensation to explain itself. This must have had something to do with his parents' 'secret project'. He would have to go and investigate this for himself, now. Just as he reached for the power within him to turn into his ghost side, he blacked out.

*

"Maddie... Maddie... Maddie!" Jack shouted, either ecstatic or extremely anxious. Probably both. "Shhh Jack! I know," Maddie hissed through clenched teeth. She was gently shuddering with anticipation. Here it was, just as she had imagined, the ghost kid. In their laboratory! Dozens of mechanical objects whirred and ticked around the scientists. "Are you getting this data?" "Sure am," Jack whispered, pen flying across the page of his notebook, eyes darting to and from various devices and the floating ghostly child in the centre of the room. Maddie observed the phenomenon. It was, just hanging there, weightlessly, with a blank look on it's face. It's eyes were glazed and still and it wasn't exhibiting any of the usual traits they had associated with the ghost kid, namely being aggressiveness. In fact, it wasn't doing anything at all. The glowing, red artefact shimmered in her hand. It was obviously an ancient object used to summon ghosts. Since the phantom had appeared, the lab had grown cold; Maddie could see her breath drift in the air. In her other hand, she had an ecto-weapon directed at the ghost kid's head. If it noticed this, it made no sign. "What are you doing here?" Maddie asked, more steadily than she felt. "You requested it of me." The chilling voice echoed in the basement and reverberated in her mind. "What are you?" "A ghost." It's head slowly turned to look directly in her eyes. The unblinking, icy blue glare sent a shiver down her spine. She raised her weapon. "A human," it continued. "Now, that's not possible. A human can't be a ghost..." "Your son." These words from the spectre sunk into her chest, heavy. "No... no that can't be. You're not Danny, you're not my Danny. This is obviously a trick." Maddie turned towards her husband imploringly, eyes wide in suspicion. "Yeah, no putrid ectoplasmic manifestation is a son of ours!" Jack bellowed, as if he wasn't afraid, notes and pen forgotten. A solid thunk on the metal floor made them both jump. Maddie's eyes shot down to see she had dropped the artefact in her distress. The ghost seemed to flicker, it's face turning from Maddie, to Jack, then to the room around it. It appeared to regain control of it's limbs, it's mouth noiselessly hanging open. Maddie instinctively charged up the weapon and fired, but was left only with a black, smoking ring on the wall behind where the phantom had been. The lab was suddenly quiet. All of their equipment stood still. Jack moved quickly to her side, comforting her. "Don't worry Maddie, it was just trying to trick us." Maddie said nothing, only remembering in horror the look of fear and confusion on the ghost kid's face before it disappeared. In that one moment, it had looked too much like her son, like Danny.

[yandere-wishes]

🐚Smooth Criminal //Yandere! Gangster! Floyd Leech X Reader//🐚

My first Gangster AU! This is most likely going to end up being a series for each of the different boys! SO please tell me what you thought!

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So, Annie are you ok, are you ok Annie?

the bar bristled with the loud shouts of its patrons. Each table housing at least a dozen members from the same group, all glaring at those from rival gangs. Guns sat, leaned against their master's legs, like school backs at a highschool cafeteria. maybe it was the dim, cheap lights, or the distracted rivalry stares. But by some freak miracle, no one noticed you enter the Jackson. This wasn't a place for a dame such as yourself, a pretty girl who lacked status, a weapon, and even a comrade to have their back. Just a doll-like face and a very obvious briefcase.

Even you were conscious of the fact that you stuck out like a rose in the middle of a field filled with weeds. At any moment one of these goons could turn around and grab you, slam your head on one of the wooden tables till your brains spilled out than claim the loot for themselves, no consciences faced.

Naturally, you wouldn't be here had it not been for your dear uncle Crowley, who had very recently gambled away the equivalent of a small fortune in the underground casino of the infamous Mostro Lounge. Well technically the cousin was only partly owned by the Octavinelle gang, most of the games and funds went to their brother gang of Ignihyde. But for some reason it had been one of the Octavinelle members to come after your uncle, breaking down the door to his house and threatening him with punches and verbal insults. Your "poor" uncle had promised to get him the money, it took about two loans on his house, a few hundred borrowed from his close friends and a lot of support from your own father until he was able to gather the needed amount. But that had left one tiny problem, your sweet uncle had been so shaken up from his last encounter that he had all but begged his only niece to deliver the money for him.

"It's very simple, sweetheart, you just go to the Jackson and give this briefcase to the man with teal hair and anisocoria eyes. I would never make you do something difficult dear, I'm too kind"

Yeah right "too kind"  was an exaggeration, heck nice wasn't any better. Your uncle was a useless old fool. Then again where you any better? You'd just marched into the most mobster ridden bar in all of this godforsaken city. With nothing more than a white circular dress and a briefcase with your uncle's initials engraved in it. You took a shaky breath before scanning the room, trying to find the man your uncle had described. Teal hair and anisocoria eyes, wearing the signature black and purple of the  Octavinelle gang.

A glance around confirmed that there where members from each of the Twisted Seven here. The twisted seven where the infamous gangs of New NightRaven City. Each gang was started sometime before even their current leaders where born. The original leaders had gone down as the pioneers of turning New NightRaven City into a gangsters paradise. Somehow the leadership roles had trickled down to the current seven, mostly through heritage. The history of the Twisted Seven was thought in schools all over the city more vigorously than actual world history. Up to this day, you weren't quite sure how or why the first world war had started but you could name every leader for each group in chronological order.

In the far back of the bustling room, you noticed an abnormality. One guy was sitting by himself at a four-person booth. A half-empty coke rocks glaring back at him. Your eyes widened, that was him! It had to be! Turquoise locks peaked out from under his black hat. For a split second his head turned, his eyes looking about unseeingly. That's when you noticed his eyes. One was vibrant gold, while the other borders on an olive-like green, both orbs, however, seemed to shine with a sort of mischievous glow.

Swallowing down a sense of foreboding deep in your soul, you gradually strolled over to the man. He didn't seem to notice you until you had rearranged into the seat before him. When his eyes met yours, his lips maneuvered into an open-mouth grin showing heaps of razor-sharp teeth. "OoO~ Who might you be little shrimp-chan?" His voice didn't seem able to hold a steady tone, vocals switching between high and low better every word, making the man appear all the more deranged. You sucked in a nervous breath. Under the table you squeezed your knees together, focusing on how the kneecaps pressured each other.

"Um..I'm (y/n), my uncle owed the Octavinelle some money and..."

"Oh so your here to pay off his debt?" He leaned in closer, tongue flickering out to run across his lips. His mismatched eyes scanned you up and down, lingering just a little too long on your chest. Quickly you made slung your arm over your over breasts, trying to muster up a glare to shoot at the audacious male. 

"N-not like that" You pulled up the briefcase, pummeling it down on the table with a noisy "thud".  "He has the money, he owned you. All ten thousand dollars." 

Around the two of you, people became to stare, all pulling out their cells, no undoubtedly to inform their superiors about the transaction going down in plain view. The gangster in front of you, slowly trailed his gaze around the room, shooting challenged to meet his eyes. "Are you sure you aren't the payment? You're pretty, could round up a bunch of customers for the Lounge~ Oh maybe we could even loan you out to customers that way it would only take seven months to repay your uncle's debt--"

It was pure impulse on your part, rage had taken over your body. Your hand moved on its own, stretching out for the halve empty coke glass, carrying your body with itself. Your fingers wrapped sufficiently tight around the cup. Tugging it towards yourself, before tilting it and spilling its liquid contents in the face of the man in front of you. It took a moment for the events to fully process in either of your heads. Angry breaths left your mouth before you stood up and marched over to the door. Shouting one last cruse at the mobster before slamming the door behind you.

Back at the booth, Floyd had finally realized what had happened. His shoulders began to vibrate uncontrollably. A sadistic bloodthirsty laugh falling from his lips. His eyes lifted to where you had been moments priory a sort of childlike greed shining inside his orbs. "Shrimp-chan~" he cooed to the empty space.

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Sam pulled the yellow tape over his head, contracting his back so he could duke under it. In front of the building, he noticed a man with a red trench coat surrounded by five other police officers. The man must have been in his late 40's maybe even mid 50's. Sam let out a haughty breathy laugh. This was his new partner? The younger man jogged up to the small group. "Detective Trein I presume?" Sam was met by a harsh glare from the older man. "you're the rookie?" disapproval clear in every word. Ouch.

"You bet I am sir," Sam made a gesture akin to tilting a top hat as he bowed slightly. "Sam, reporting for duty". "What no last name?" "No Sir, just my mother given name, a nice one too I might add." Sam kept his eyes lowered but he could practically feel the way his new partner rolled his grey eyes. "Fine than Sam, follow me I trust you shouldn't find this case too hard. It's a simple kidnapping case. Nothing too elaborate for your young mind." Man, this guy really was a prick.

For as far as Sam could see this really was just an everyday kidnapping. All signs pointed towards just that. "If you would direct your attention to the window." Sam jumped from his thoughts. He quickly jogged up to where Trein was standing by a broken window. "The invader came in from here, most likely he climbed up the fire escape. Where guessing he had a knife on him or some other sharp object." Sam smiled, how had the old man gotten all that from an open window?

The second you left the bar, you had run all the way back to your apartment. The second you had gotten home you locked the doors and made a quick call to your uncle. As usual, he was "busy" doing whatever it was he did. Leaving a fast paced voicemail explaining that you had given the mobster his money and that you were home now. Leaving out the section you had caused. It was over finally the whole nightmare was over. your eyes darted to the old clock on your wall 9:15 pm late enough for dinner. Making your way to the kitchen, you forgot to notice that you had in fact left the window closest to the fire escape wide open. 

"Bang!"

The noise reverberated across the cramped apartment. Causing you to jump out of your thoughts. Anxiously you snatched a kitchen blade as you gradually strolled again into the front room. Your brain continued replaying the occasions of that night. It must be the Octavinelle, they had sought you out! All things considered, you had embarrassed one of their members. When you finally made it to the living room, you were both surprised and relieved. There weren't a hundred armed goons flooding your apartment with guns ready to shoot you on sight. Instead, it had been the man from earlier, casually standing by the window, whistling some tune that was eerie familiar. 

It took a moment before the man noticed you. His whistling stopped and was instead replaced with a shark-like smile. "HI~ little shrimp! I forgot to introduce myself earlier~ Name's Floyd what's yours darling?" Nervously you stepped back, knife clenched tightly to your chest. 

"G-Get away from me!"

"How do you know the man was armed? Heck, how do you know he was a guy?" Sam asked. Trein let out an annoyed huff. "Seriously do you know nothing? Well, I guess you are rather new to this." The grey-haired man turned to his younger partner. Sam swear for a moment he caught a glimpse of what may have been considered a "father instinct" although never having had a father, he could have been completely wrong. "When you've been in this profession as long as I have, you pick up on. There are small differences that become obvious once you've cracked your first ten cases. Notice the blood on the carpet, and realize how 40 mm away there is a smaller bloodstain, only this one has been pressured into the carpet, due to its crescent-like scape we can confidently deduce that it was made by a heel. And look closely at the carpet starts, look at how they seem to be red from the roots and middle, not just the tips. All that point to our invader having stepped in the first blood pool than having made the second engraving with the heel of his shoe as he chased the victim." Sam's eyes widen, maybe the old man wasn't just a jerk, after all, maybe he knew a thing or two.

"Is that any way to treat a guest little shrimp?~" His eyes locked with yours, freezing you in your spot like a dear in headlights. Noticing your dumbfounded form he ran forward prying the knife from your weak grip. A scream filled the air, it took you a second to realize it had come from you. When your eyes went back to your offenders face you could see how his lips were pointed downwards a deathly glare coating his eyes. 

The next moment his fingers made contact with your cheek, you swore you could hear a crescendo, your body felt heavy your head started spinning, for some reason the ground was getting closer and closer until you felt your body crash into the carpet. Your left cheek stung, as well as feeling like it was on fire. as you laid on the floor you watched as something red slipped onto the carpet. Something thick and red. "Oh, shrimpy you look so pretty when you bleed." 

Trein made his way to the kitchen, flicking a switch the moment he passed the threshold. A single light overhead flickered to life. "Kinda cramped for a kitchen ain't it?" Sam asked as he peeked over Trein shoulder. The older man ignored his partner's comment, wordlessly he pointed to the table in at the far left-hand side. Sam's red eyes followed the man's finger, Dead center there was a large kitchen knife ended in the old-looking wooden table. "Usually women are more calculating when they performed a kidnapping. Men are the ones that go ramped like wild beasts." Sam nodded his head absentmindedly. The young investigator made a mental note to never be as obvious if he ever did decide to kidnap someone.

"Oh~ that's so pretty." You had only known "Floyd" for a little over an hour, that including your rather unpleasant meaning back at the Jackson. But already you could tell just how short the man's attention span was. Slowly you shimmed your body from the ground, the mobster didn't seem to have noticed. The second your legs passed the kitchen's threshold you flicked the light, engulfing the tiny cooking space in total darkness. You made a swift sprint for the table, crunching under it. Your breath refused to leave your mouth, heart pounded with such force you were certain it would break the bones of your rib cage. In the distance, his loud footsteps could be heard. Closer and closer and closer. You didn't dare open your eyes, but you kept your ears open, trying to pick up any lose noises he might make.

1 heartbeat 

2 heartbeats

3 heartbeats

Nothing. There was no more noise to be heard, slowly your eyes cracked open, a tiny fragile breath escaped your mouth, right before a sharp noise echoed above head. Floyd's twisted head came into view that damned smirk still on his lips. Another scream, this time you knew it was coming from you. The teal haired man reached to grab the collar of your shirt, pulling you forward. You kicked and thrashed about as the gangster such laughter. Really how sick was this man? Finally, with one last kick, you freed yourself, Floyd fell backward clutching his stomach mutter some profanity you'd never heard before. Quickly you made a dash for your room. Locking the door behind you.

"And this is the last destination of our tour," Trein said as he made a sweeping gesture with his hand. Sam was almost certain he heard a hint of humor in the old man's tone. "What happened here?" The rookie asked. "Why Sam! I thought you where a detective, can't you deduce this simple problem?" Definitely humor. Sam quickly scanned the room. 'Um, he dragged her into the room, locking the door behind them. Then broke the window preparing to escape. But then a third party broke the door down, trying to save the girl. Before the third party could intervene it's likely that the man pulled her through the window and killed her behind some ally." Trein only nodded, following along with the boy's story. "Well Sam you sure have an active imagination, but it's most likely that this is what happened..."

You could hear the pounding on your door, slowly you backed away heading for your nightstand, aimlessly you tried to locate your phone. Until you remembered that you had left it on the couch. "Dang it" Your eyes scanned the room nervously trying to find something helpful, anything!

BANG

pieces of wood flew around the room, you brought your hands up to shield your face, only to have them pulled downwards. Your eyes looked upwards, instantly locking with Floyd's "Found you~" he sang. In the midst of the chaos, Floyd smashed his lips yo yours, they were unpleasant, chapped, and salty. You tried pushing him away but to no avail.   Gradually he broke the kiss, pushing his forehead to yours. Before slinging you over his shoulder and ramming full force into the window in your room. Crashing the glass and escaping into the night with you. It was at that moment that you knew that this was your doom!

"That's the more likely explanation for what happened," Trein explained as he made is way back to the front door. "Well even if it isn't it's more then convincing for a field report and a good enough explanation to give the press". A confused look twisted over Sam's face "How do you know he didn't kill her?" The black-haired boy asked. Trein just laughed and waved a wrinkled hand dismissively. "Call it a hunch" He yelled behind his shoulder.

And what a hunch! Just as the old detective predicted you were very much alive. Just now awaking and opening your (e/c) eyes to gaze into the mismatched ones of Floyd Leech's.

You’ve been hit by a smooth criminal

[knifewieldingenby]

a heart’s a heavy burden, part one

Incubus Jaskier, fic warning: very minor discussions about sex but no smut (I’m saving that for chapter two if you’d like to skip it. Mentions of energy starvation.

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Jaskier had been at Kaer Morhen for two months when things started to get strange. He woke up dizzy and nauseous, stumbling around the room to get clothes over his cold body. He felt hungry all the time but even the thought of food was making him sick. And his head, his damn head, felt like it was full of bees.

At first he thought it was just a cold. After all, it was certainly chilly enough in the keep to catch one easily. He wandered the halls wrapped in thick furs, sat by the fire with Lambert plastered to his side most evenings, stealing each other’s body heat. The other wolves teased them relentlessly, even Geralt, though he could see a hint of concern in the White Wolf’s eyes every now and again. But he’d had colds, and none of them felt as consuming as this. Nor did it feel like the flu; despite the dizziness and full head he was still able to move around the keep, could still eat when his stomach finally threw a fit. This was something...else.

He knew something was seriously wrong when he started getting angry for no reason. Every sound, every light, every laugh that rang out in the keep pissed him off. When Lambert tried to tease him about his hair (of all things) one morning he issued a swift “fuck off” that bit so hard it left Lambert in silence. The worst part was that Jaskier didn’t even feel bad about it. It didn’t make him feel any better, either. He felt like a powder keg, on the edge of exploding any second about the smallest of things. It wasn’t like him at all.

“I don’t feel so good,” Jaskier finally got up the courage to say one morning as he hobbled down to join the wolves hours after they’d woken up. The truth was, he didn’t want to bother them with his human problems. He didn’t want Geralt to regret bringing him here. 

“I noticed,” Geralt said. It was Eskel that approached him and gently touched Jaskier’s forehead with the back of his hand. He hummed and cocked his head a little.

“You have a low grade fever, that’s for sure. Maybe you should still be in bed.”

Jaskier nodded. Bed sounded good. He had forced himself to get up this morning - though he suspected it wasn’t actually morning anymore - but if he’d had his way he would have stayed in bed all day. His head felt heavy all of a sudden and he swayed in place. He felt an arm on him a moment later and he was aware he was moving, practically being dragged up to his room.

“I’ll bring you food later,” came Geralt’s voice. His vision faded in and out but he forced himself to keep his eyes on the man, who was now visibly worried. Before he knew it they were in his room and Geralt was positioning him in bed. “How do you feel?”

“Hungry.”

Geralt smiled slightly. “I’m sure. I can get you some food now-”

“No.” It came out somewhere between a whine and a growl, and Jaskier had the good sense to look embarrassed. Geralt nodded slowly, eyes full of confusion. 

“Okay, when you wake up then.” He looked down and grabbed Jaskier’s hand. “Take these off, it can’t be comfortable.” And then he was slipping Jaskier’s rings off his finger one at a time. He got to the last one on his left hand, iridescent pink and blue, a remnant of his childhood, and clamped his finger down hard.

“I never take that one off,” he said coldly. Thankfully Geralt didn’t push him on it; he squeezed his hand and placed it back on the bed. 

“Okay. Sleep well. I’ll be back later.”

Jaskier closed his eyes and felt the heavy weight of sleep consume him. Before he succumbed, he thought back to his ring. His mother gifted it to him when he was eight, maybe nine - he no longer knew how long he’d had it, but he never once took it off. It grew with him as his mother promised, by merit of the magic whirling inside it. ‘It’ll keep you safe from those who wish to hurt you,’ she’d said. She never clarified beyond that and after a while he stopped asking. The few times he thought about taking it off he felt the strong pull of magic and thought he’d better not.

Now he grabbed the ring and pulled. It slipped off with surprisingly little resistance. He placed it on the night stand with his other rings, turned onto his side, and let sleep take him. 

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When he finally woke again it was night and Geralt was sitting on the edge of the bed with a bowl in his hands. Jaskier felt like he was using all the strength in him just to sit up, his eyes taking a minute to focus. The room was dim, a small fire lit in the fireplace. He zeroed in on Geralt and squinted.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” It’s not his fault the question came out aggressive and demanding; he’d tried for gentle and his brain told him to fuck right off with that. 

“Eat,” he ordered. Jaskier’s stomach turned. He hadn’t eaten anything since last night, and even then he’d only had a small scoop of stew. Food sounded like a bad idea, and yet he felt famished. Still, he took the bowl and, under Geralt’s watchful eyes, ate a few spoonfuls. He held the bowl out to Geralt when he felt his stomach couldn’t take anymore and Geralt took it without a fight, placing it back on the table.

“You took your ring off,” he noted.

“Yeah, I figured I’d worn it since I was a kid and it was time to free my finger, so to speak.”

“Hmm.” He stood up quickly and headed for the door. “I need to speak with Eskel and Lambert for a moment. Try to get some more food in you if you can.”

Jaskier waited patiently for Geralt to return, confused but too tired to worry about it. When he heard multiple footsteps down the hall he sighed. He really wasn’t in the mood to talk to people right now.

“Holy shit, you really weren’t kidding.” Jaskier looked up to where Lambert was entering the room, followed closely by Eskel and Geralt. Geralt growled a warning at him and he laughed. “Sorry, but I definitely thought you were making shit up.”

“Stop talking,” Eskel said. He came closer to Jaskier and sat at the end of the bed. “This is...certainly new.”

Jaskier was only getting more confused by the minute. Him eating soup was new? Being in bed? Being sick? Of fucking course it was new, he hadn’t been sick his whole time here. 

“What’s new?” He snapped. Lambert chuckled again.

“Guess we know why he’s been in such a shit mood.”

“Lambert, I swear on my sword I will snap you in half.” Geralt grabbed a hand mirror and brought it to Jaskier. “Don’t...ah, just don’t freak out okay?”

Jaskier snatched the mirror from Geralt and oh, that was new. That was very new. He touched his forehead where Eskel had touched him just this afternoon. Instead of a nearly flat surface he was met with two horns that curled up and around his head, close to his hairline, and flicked up at the ends. 

Fucking horns.

“What. The fuck.”

“Oh no, he’s freaking out,” Eskel said under his breath. Geralt groaned and shook his head.

“Why did I bother to bring you two up here? You’re making it worse.”

“Geralt.”

Jaskier’s voice shook. Fear bubbled up and over; he was sure the wolves could smell it in the air. He looked at them through brand new eyes. He was...he was a monster, for fuck’s sake, something these men hunted for a living. What were they going to do with him? None of them had their swords, but he knew even in the keep they all kept small daggers on them just in case something happened. And now that something was Jaskier. A monster.

“It’s okay.” Geralt sat next to him, ignoring the way he flinched from the proximity, the way it made Geralt’s heart ache. “I know it’s new, and scary, but you’re okay. You’re safe.”

“But I- I’m a monster, Geralt. How did this happen to me?”

Geralt glanced over at the night table and picked up the iridescent ring. It looked so small in his big hands, looked so small now that it wasn’t on Jaskier’s finger anymore.

“Tell me about this ring.”

“My mother gave it to me. Said it would protect me from people who might hurt me. She made me promise never to take it off, and I haven’t until now.”

“It’s a glamour, isn’t it?” Lambert asked. Geralt nodded.

“Yes, it’s a glamour. Your mother clearly knew your horns would come in eventually and wanted to keep you safe from humans.”

“But what am I if not human?”

“Lemme smell him,” Eskel piped up. Jaskier’s eyes widened. “I have the best sense of smell and you know it.”

To Jaskier’s surprise Geralt moved from his place on the bed and was replaced by Eskel, who smiled sheepishly at him.

“Is this okay with you,” he asked. 

Jaskier nodded, a bit shaky and uncertain, but sure that he wanted to know the truth. He’d spent over forty years in the dark. No more. Eskel leaned over, pressing his face into Jaskier’s neck, and breathed in deeply. Jaskier’s eyes closed and he had to bite back the moan that threatened to break free. Hunger roared it’s head and he felt light-headed in a good way this time. He was ashamed when he felt lust creeping up on him. Eskel was certainly beautiful, but he wasn’t the one Jaskier had been pining over all these years.

Eskel and Lambert chuckled in unison and Jaskier blushed, certain they smelled his lust. If they could smell it so could Geralt, and he didn’t want to know what the White Wolf thought about that.

“It’s okay,” Eskel said as he pulled away. “It’s perfectly normal.”

Geralt chimed in. “Is he a-”

“Without a doubt.”

“Will you two stop speaking in code and tell me what the hell I am?!” Eskel and Lambert nodded to Geralt, inviting him to take the reins. He switched spots with Eskel and, to Jaskier’s great surprise, took his hand.

“You’re an Incubus. Half, most likely. I’m guessing your biological father was full Incubus.”

“Huh. That would explain why my father fucking hates me I guess.”

Geralt frowned at that, his eyes flashing with something close to anger. He shook his head and continued.”I’m not surprised this is just hitting you now. Your ring kept your physical traits glamoured and prevented our medallions from sensing you, and you’ve been...very sexual since you were a teenager, I assume. You’ve never gone this long without having sex, have you?” Jaskier shook his head. “Do you feel a hunger that food won’t satisfy?” A nod this time. “That’s because you’ve been starving for energy, an energy you can only get through sexual acts.”

“Okay, I guess I’m with you.” He wasn’t really with him; part of him wanted to laugh in Geralt’s face, tell him, tell them all, that they’d lost their minds, and go back to sleep. Surely when he woke up the horns would be gone and everything would be back to normal. “What do I do about it?”

Silence. Eskel shuffled awkwardly, Lambert grinned, and Geralt glanced down. Jaskier’s eyes must have been deceiving him, because the man looked shy. 

“You need to have sex,” he said simply.

[spaceskam]

Title Tuesday + 16 + Malex

okay, so apologies in advance, I don’t know if you read this series, but this is apart of my On Earth series, but this can, for the most part, be read on it’s own

tags: light angst, panic attack, mentions of Jesse Manes, mentions of the shed scene

16. Bitter [ao3]

Alex felt like he was trapped in an alternate universe.

He’d had food with Michael before and definitely had eyed the Antarian section at the grocery store, but he’d never eaten it before. Not only was he eating it, though, he was sitting at the table with another Antarian family‒the Evans. They weren’t staring at him, he didn’t think, but it sure as hell felt like it.

“Hey,” Alex whispered, leaning into Michael as inconspicuously as possible. He hummed and leaned into him as well to show he was listening all while using what looked like a rectangle palette knife to shovel an amount of what looked like tiny rice covered in some weirdly thick, beige-colored sauce into his mouth. “What is this stuff?”

“It’s called cluivaxo,” Michael said, accent perfect. Alex had been living in the Guerin home for a week and a half so far and he’d already learned more about Antarians than he had just by dating one. He didn’t even realize what he didn’t know. Michael’s parents spoke in Antarian half the time, usually when they were speaking to themselves or only each other, and Michael apparently was fluent even though Alex had never heard him speak it before. “It’s kinda like a grain, think like a mix between quinoa and rice tasting but a little more bitter. The sauce is, um, kinda like a water base with mashed iocua and ziocua. I can’t think of an Earth counterpart, honestly. It’s good, try it.”

Alex nodded, racking his brain trying to pinpoint what the hell those even were. He had taken an agriculture class, but they didn’t really touch much on Antarian produce. And that was just assuming it was fucking produce at all.

Hesitantly, Alex took the palette knife-looking thing and got a bit of the cluivaxo onto it before raising it to his mouth. All of them were staring this time, waiting for his reaction. It was bitter, but the sauce was weirdly spicy and sweet at the same time which just juxtaposed all of it in a really weird way. It wasn’t bad, but he’d never had anything like it before and he couldn’t help but make a face.

“Oh, come on,” Michael laughed, “It’s not that bad.”

“It’s a traditional meal,” Louise said. She was Isobel and Max’s mother and she was extremely serious around him in a way that made Alex nervous. Michael’s dad was definitely a force to be reckoned with, but he had made it clear he didn’t hate Alex. She hadn’t quite done that yet and she didn’t even try to whenever she was checking the way Michael’s hand was healing. “The iocua and ziocua were homegrown by a woman a few blocks away. Her mother was on the crash and was the reason we had the means to continue planting them. She’s the reason we’re able to still have these meals.”

“It’s good,” Alex said quickly, “Just different.”

“Mom, chill,” Isobel said.

“I’m chill,” Louise insisted. Alex avoided eye contact and Michael reached beneath the table for his hand.

Alex had never had a problem holding his own before. Admittedly, he was still shaken up by what his father had done. He was waiting for him to show up outside the Guerin residence, waiting for him to do something worse than he’d already done.

He shouldn’t be having a family dinner right now.

Alex ate and let the subject change, let Nora take over talking about whatever with Louise. Ezra and Mr. Evans had a pretty in depth conversation about some political thing that would affect Antarians that Alex was sure he heard of but couldn’t remember specifics. Max and Michael and Isobel spoke. Alex sat quietly. 

And it was fine until Alex was addressed again.

“So, Alex,” Mr. Evans said, “Have you spoken to your father since the incident?”

Alex didn’t mean to drop his utensil, but he did. His heart thudded in his chest, gut-twisting and throat tightening. He didn’t want to talk about his father. He didn’t want to talk about the incident. Michael squeezed his hand tighter.

“Xorocua,” Ezra’s voice said, deep and threatening, “Not now.”

“It’s an honest question. Don’t you want to know? I mean, you’re housing a Manes, Ezra. Are you not waiting for the next shoe to drop?” Xorocua, apparently, asked. Alex’s throat seemed to tighten even more and it took a lot to take a breath. “And what if he is speaking to him? I doubt this would be the first time he had a little spy.”

“A spy?” Ezra shot back, “He’s a child.”

“He’s nearly 18, that’s hardly a child.”

“What are you missing about what happened that night?” Ezra said, “And you have no idea what happened before that. He may be named Manes, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve compassion.”

“Compassion is one thing, but shelter? Moving him in? And what happens when Jesse Manes accuses you of kidnapping? What happens when he reports you? Do you really think you’re going to get out of this one?”

“Dad!” Max said and, well, at least he tried.

“This is not the time,” Nora said, her hand going to her husband’s shoulder. Louise did the same to Xorocua, though it seemed to be for a different reason.

Michael didn’t seem to care about any of it as he scooted his chair back and stood up, tugging Alex with him. Attention snapped to them and Michael, beautiful and brave and strong Michael, ignored them. He wrapped his good arm around Alex’s waist and let him lean against him as he brought him outside.

Alex tried to catch his breath and held onto his shirt. Once they sat on the front steps of the porch, he went to clinging to his body. Michael’s good hand went to the back of his head and he held him close. Tears slipped from Alex’s eyes without his consent.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” Michael whispered, gently scratching his scalp, “He’s just a dick.”

“I haven’t talked to him, I swear I haven’t talked to him,” Alex insisted, sniffling as he tried to calm down. When did it switch? When did Alex become the one who needed saving?

Well. He knew when. But fuck.

“I believe you,” Michael said.

“But he’s gonna try soon, I know he is. I swear I won’t let him down anything to you or your mom or dad. I-I’ll go home if I have to, but‒”

“No, you aren’t, Alex. You’re staying at my house, in my bed with the door open so my mom doesn’t think we’re doing anything scandalous,” Michael said, kissing the top of his head. Alex huffed a laugh, but it didn’t stay. None of the adults had come outside yet, but Alex couldn’t hear them either. The thought that they were talking about him made him a little nauseous.

He stayed against Michael’s shoulder until he could breathe easy again.

“I hate this,” he whispered. Michael paused his petting.

“Hate… what?”

“Hate that I can’t talk about my dad without freaking out. Hate that you’re hurt because of me, hate that I’m mooching off your parents. Hate that I’m constantly looking over my shoulder. Mr. Evans was right, we are just waiting for the other shoe to drop,” Alex said, sniffling. Michael sighed, again combing his fingers through his hair.

“It’ll be fine.”

Alex huffed a laugh, shaking his head. It wouldn’t be fine. It would never be fine.

“And you. You are just… totally fine,” Alex said, raising his head. Michael’s hand slowly slipped from his hair. “How are you so fine? I don’t fucking understand. Why aren’t you as freaked out as I am? You should be more freaked out, you’re the one who got hurt.”

Michael blinked slowly.

“You don’t think I’m freaking out?”

“You’ve been really fucking calm this entire time, yeah.”

“Alex, I can’t go five minutes without touching you or I start getting extremely paranoid. I look over my shoulder constantly. I triple check the locks on my windows. I’m not, like, fine,” Michael said. Alex’s face burned hot and his skin felt prickly all of the sudden, his eyes not meeting Michael’s. “You know me, I’m a wreck on a good day. But… you need me right now, so I can smile and cuddle you because that’s all I can do. And I can take you away when things get scary. You don’t have to be the strong one always.”

“But I should be in this situation,” Alex insisted. Michael shrugged.

“Not necessarily. But, if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll be a baby sometimes and make you feed me or defend me from assholes more often,” Michael offered. Alex huffed a laugh, shaking his head.

His gaze went out to the empty streets, to the bright headlights. It was quiet, almost too quiet. They hadn’t seen a car drive by since they came outside. It was silent enough that Alex could hear his heartbeat in his ears.

“You’re my favorite person, Alex,” Michael whispered, “So let me take care of you, okay?”

“Okay.”

Nora and Ezra came outside a few seconds later. Alex and Michael both went to stand, but Ezra sat beside Alex and Nora sat beside Michael. The four of them just stared out to the street on the Evans��� porch steps.

“Alex, no matter what your father decides to do, we will handle it,” Nora said softly, “And Louise and Xoro apologize for being too harsh on you. They don’t know you and they’re just protective of Michael.”

“I understand,” Alex said easily. And he did. If the tables were turned, he probably would feel the same way. “But… I don’t expect you to be put out if my father comes after you.”

“What your father did was extremely wrong and Michael being Antarian doesn’t make it less so. If we need to take it to the police, we will,” Ezra said simply. 

Alex swallowed, his eyes drifting down to Michael’s hand. It was still wrapped up to keep it together. Everyone at school thought it was run over. He still couldn’t feel his pinky and his ring finger. Mr. and Mrs. Evans said it was too early to tell if that was permanent or not.

It was wrong.

“But we didn’t report it then…”

“It doesn’t matter. Besides, you’re almost 18. If you start bringing up what he’s done to you over the years, it’ll be in his best interest to just let you stay with us,” Nora said. She reached over Michael to put her hand on his knee. Tears pricked his eyes all over again. Part of him hated himself for that. He was so weak. “We’ll keep you safe. That’s what adults are supposed to do.”

Alex clenched his jaw to keep his composure, blinking rapidly. Nora gave his knee a squeeze before she stood.

“Michael, come tell Isobel and Max goodbye and thank Mr. and Mrs. Evans for looking at your hand again,” she said. Michael gave a little whine.

“But they were being dicks.”

“Yes, well, adulthood also means knowing who your friends are even if you disagree on something,” Nora said, “Come.”

Michael groaned but stood up, going back inside. That left Alex with Ezra. He knew that just meant they were going to have a talk. Because Ezra was a big fan of talks. The more he did it, the less Alex minded. If he talked, it meant Alex understood every single thing he meant.

“I don’t want to say this in front of Michael or Nora, but I think we are both extremely aware of what your father is capable of,” he said, voice low. Alex took a shaky breath and nodded. “So the moment you notice anything, you tell me. I want to prevent anything from happening.”

Alex nodded easily.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Cua,” Ezra responded. Alex blinked and looked at him.

“Huh?”

“Cua. Instead of Sir, it’s Cua,” Ezra said, slowing it down a bit so Alex could internalize the accent and mouth shapes that went with it. He nodded.

“Yes, Cua.”

Ezra huffed a laugh and ruffled his hair.

By the time Alex and Michael ended up in the backseat on the way home, Alex was tired but more content than he’d been in awhile. They were looking out for him, they were welcoming him. 

That was nice.

[msmarvelouswinchester]

Stranger

I Know You

Summary - After that evening, the freckled face of that man was engraved in your memory. You hoped that you would meet him again and you do but not all meetings are pleasant - some reveal the dark secrets of life.

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader

Warning - Fluff, Angst (a lot of angst), swearing, 18+ SMUT, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it people)

Square filled - Showering together (implied) ( @spndeanbingo )

Word Count - 2.5k

A/N - This is the second part of the series Stranger (my brain hates oneshots). Prepare for the slow burn people.

The dividers are by @talesmaniac89 and the banner is by me.

A/N - This is the first time I have ever written smut. I have tried my best lol. Also thanks to @bucky--barnes because her fic Innuendos helped me a lot to write the smut part. There are certain parts in the smut that irked me a little while writing so I decided not to include those but maybe in the future I can write about those (I'm very new to this whole thing).

Okay enough of nervous rambling, just go ahead and read it!

“This is the last time I'm warning you! Step away from the cake,” you yelled making your husband jump and drop the piece of the cake, “what did you do?”

“You shoufn’t haf yellt,” he spoke with his mouth full.

“Get. Out. Now,” you seethed as you examined the destroyed piece.

“I like it when you get all bossy,” he goes to grab your waist but you successfully dodge his hands. “Y/N,” he pouted.

“Those eyes won't work on me Mister,” you raised your eyebrow, “and I need to clean up the kitchen because your dumbass acted like a child.”

“I didn't.” He grumbled.

“Leave the kitchen now. Go check on your demon spawn,” you said.

“Hey, he's half yours.” He argued.

“He got all your bad qualities,” you smirked. Dean stared up at you with his green eyes and said, “maybe our baby girl will get your bad qualities,” he caressed your still flat stomach.

“How do you know it's a girl?”

“Father's instinct,” he said.

“That's called mother instinct-”

“So fathers can't have instinct?” He grinned.

“That's not what I meant, you fool,” you said.

“Uh-huh,” he smirked, “So you think-”

“Mommy, Daddy,” Jaxon, your three year old came running into the kitchen with Scooby hot on his heels.

“What's up kiddo?” Dean turned and picked up the little boy in his arms. Scooby whined and nuzzled his face into Dean's legs, trying to get his attention. “You're not forgotten, buddy,” he started to pet the German Shepherd.

“Cake,” Jaxcon said and hid his face in the crook of his father's neck.

“Bad qualities,” you threw a look at him and saw him shrugging.

“We have to wait for Grandma and Grandpa to arrive sweetie, then you can eat it,” you said.

“Okay,” he pouted.

“Come on Y/N, give him one piece,” Dean said.

“Don't encourage our son. If he gets a sugar rush, you have to deal with him,” you shook your head at your husband.

“Scout’s honour,” he grinned, as you cut up a piece of the cake.

Dean put the little boy down into a chair, when he started wriggling in his arms. Jaxcon immediately dug into the sugar factory as soon as you handed him the plate. You walked out of the room to check on the other preparations, as Dean kept a close eye on the boy, his hands occasionally petting the dog and scratching his ears.

Life was good. After that night at the bar, you had met Dean again. You were having a bad day - you had just handed the resignation letter to your pervert boss and walked out of your office, when you had bumped into him on the streets.

“I feel like you are my guardian angel who just pops up whenever I have a bad day,” you had laughed.

“Maybe it's a sign from the universe for us to be together,” he had said, a big grin plastered on his face, “let me take you out on a dinner. You won't have another bad day.”

You had agreed and one thing led to another and here you were now married to him with a child and another one on the way, organising a family gathering to celebrate the thirtieth anniversary of your parents.

“Hey babe, I think your parents are here,” Dean called out from the kitchen.

“Yeah got it,” you shouted back.

“Hey Mom, Dad, happy anniversary,” you greeted as you opened the door.

“Thanks sweetie,” your Dad leaned into giving a peck on your cheek.

“Mr and Mrs. L/N,” Dean greeted, “thirty years huh? Happy Anniversary. Come on in. Your daughter has made some delicious food items.”

“Dean,” you chided but couldn't stop the smile that was threatening to spread over your face.

“Soon you will be celebrating your thirtieth anniversary. Time flies when you are with the right person,” your Dad said and you knew your Dad was right.

So yeah, life was good.

“It looks like a freaking djinn,” Dean said, clutching the steering wheel tightly as he drove back to your town. He gritted his teeth in anticipation, as he focused on the road ahead.

“Dean you need to slow down or else we'll be dead even before we reach the town,” Sam frowned, “maybe it's a Djinn, but I am sure that Y/N/N’s absolutely safe.”

The older hunter's jaw ticked as he tried to put a brake on his racing thoughts - why did he always have to think of the worst?

After another hour of driving, Dean pulled up his car in front of a house. Jumping out of it, he jogged up the stairs and knocked on the door waiting for a reply.

“Dean stop! Maybe she is at work,” Sam intervened before his brother kicked down the door.

“No. She is in a huge ass danger. I can feel it Sammy,” Dean said, gripping his brother's shoulder tightly.

“You need to focus, Dean. I don't think you freaking out will help us at all. We need to treat this as any other case,” Sam said, “maybe Y/N’s safe after all.”

Nodding his head, Dean went back to his car, Sam following closely. They drove over to the nearest motel. Within a few minutes, they had switched to their fed suits and started going over the case and the alibi of the witness.

“Man with tattoos appeared out of nowhere. Bingo!” Dean exclaimed, “I told it seemed like a case of the tattooed suckers.”

The Winchesters started working rapidly - from interviewing the witness to finding out the locations of abandoned warehouses and buildings in the town.

“Uh….Dean. I think this might be the location where the Djinn is tak-”

Sam’s words were interrupted by the shrill ringtone of Dean’s phone.

“Agent Shaw speaking,” Dean said, “another missing report?....Name?” Sam saw his brother's eyes widened with fear and anger, as he continued to speak with the person over the phone.

“Thanks for letting us know,” He said and disconnected the call.

“There has been another report filed, another person has gone missing. Her name is Y/N L/N,” Dean breathed out, “I am gonna kill every one of those sons of bitches.”

“Mhm,” you groaned, as you were woken up from your deep slumber to your husband peppering kisses all over your face.

You opened your eyes to see him staring at you with his forest green ones. Pulling you close, he captured your lips in a sensual kiss. You moaned into his mouth as his teeth slightly grazed your lip. Without letting go of your lips, his hands started to work on the buttons of the flannel which actually belonged to Dean, unbuttoning it successfully and you laid there in just your panties.

“De-” you whimpered as he started to leave a trail of kisses down your bare body. His calloused hands massaged your breasts, his sinful mouth started to suck at the sweet spot on your neck, eliciting a sweet moan from your mouth.

“That's gonna leave a mark. Gonna let the world know you're mine,” he growled into your ears, his voice making you shiver with anticipation. As his fingers worked on your already hardened nipples, his mouth slowly moved south.

Spreading your legs apart, you felt his hot breath at your clothed, wet core. “N-need you,” you breathed as you felt him starting to kiss your inner thighs.

“Mhm, so fucking wet already,” he mumbled, as he swiftly ripped off your damp panties.

“Dean, p-please,” you whined.

“Please what?” He gave you a cocky grin, his fingers brushing past your sensitive clit.

“Either fuck me or put your magic fingers to use,” you pouted which immediately turned into a gasp as he put a finger inside you. He started to pump at a slow pace. Your back arched in ecstasy as he picked up the pace. He put another finger, your knuckles turning white as you gripped the bedsheet tightly. He curled his fingers inside you and kept pumping at a quick pace, brushing your g-spot over and over again.

“F-fuck,” you moaned, as your hand left the bedsheet, to tug at Dean’s hair, entangling your fingers with the short, soft strands, making him groan.

“De, g-gonna c-co-” you whimpered.

“Then let it go, sweetheart,” he rasped and that's all it took as your body shook with pleasure, you came hard on his fingers. Dean moved up to you as you panted, your mind and body in a euphoric state. He pecked your lips lightly as you tugged at his boxer’s band but he lightly swatted your hands away, “so impatient.” You noticed the sizable bulge in his boxers. He grunted, throwing his head back in pleasure as you palmed his cock through the soft material of his boxers.

He pulled down his boxers, his hardened length sprung free. You took his cock in your hand, giving it a few strokes.

“Nuh-uh,” he groaned pushing your hands away. “I won't last long i-if you do that a-and I wanna be inside you.” You let go of him, giving into his plea.

He kissed you once again as he lined himself in front of your entrance. “Fuck,” you gasped, your eyes fluttering close as he pushed himself inside you.

“Shit sweetheart,” he groaned, “not gonna last long.”

“Mhm,” you moaned, failing to form any coherent sentence, “m-move.” Dean obliged, slowly pulling out of you till only his tip was inside you. He kept thrusting into you, “s-shit, baby.” You jerked your hip forward, trying to meet his pace. He quickened his pace as he roughly kissed you. He continued to ram into you, his cock brushing your g-spot every time, making you moan out loud. His hands travelled all over your body. He let out a breathy moan as the coil in your stomach tightened.

“Gonna c-come,” you whimpered, your pussy clenching around him.

“Let go baby,” his thrusts became a little sloppy, as Dean inched towards his climax. Your hands gripped tightly onto his biceps, as his fingers entangled with your hair.

“Fuck Dean!” You cried out as the coil inside you snapped and you felt yourself coming undone, “fuck!”

Dean thrusted into you a few more times before he let out a guttural moan, his seed spilling inside you, coating your walls. He dropped his head onto your shoulder, his face hiding in the crook of your neck as he collapsed on top of you. Panting, Dean pulled out of you, as he rolled to the other side of the bed. You both laid in bed, as you pulled the covers up to cover your modesty.

“Morning,” you smiled.

“Morning,” he whispered, pecking your cheeks, “I'm gonna go and get a shower. Join me.”

“No funny business. You have work and you are already running late,” you warned, “and the kiddos are up.”

“Scouts honour,” he said as he walked into the bathroom in all his naked glory. You removed the covers and climbed out of the bed to go to the bathroom.

“Y/N,” you stopped in your tracks as you heard a voice calling your name.

“Dean? Did you call me?”

“Nope.” Your husband replied from the bathroom. You shrugged off the feeling and went into the bathroom, joining your husband. Needless to say, you guys didn't make it out of the bathroom in time.

“We already have a ten months old and a five year old. Don't you think you should tame your libido?” You said, while feeding your daughter.

“I can't keep it in my pants with you walking around me,” Dean said, “sooner or later, I will put another baby in you.”

“Daddy!” Jaxcon exclaimed as Dean leaned in to kiss you.

“What?” He groaned making you chuckle.

“I will be late for school! Hurry!” The son urged.

“Who gets so excited for school? He is a nerd like you!” Dean said and walked over to his son not before he had kissed you. “Take one to know one. Go or your boss will kick you out!”

Ava, your ten months old, babbled as she waved at her father. “Oh look, your baby girl says bye,” you said, catching your husband's attention.

“Bye Ava,” Dean waved back as he followed your son out of the door. This was your daily morning routine.

“Y/N, sweetheart, wake up,” you heard the voice again but no one was in the house anymore except your daughter who could hardly form complete words.

“Who is it?” You called out in the empty house.

“Y/N, sweetheart wake up,” Dean said to your unconscious figure lying on the ground. Exhausted, injured, Dean desperately tried to wake you up. Tears pricked at his eyes, as guilt ridden thoughts made their way into his mind. Two lifeless bodies of the djinns laid on the ground beside you.

“Sammy, she's not waking up,” he said, his voice cracking.

“Let's take her back to the bunker. I already gave her the antidote. If she doesn't wake up, maybe we can look through the archives of the British Men Of Letters,” Sam grunted as he stood up. They both were beaten up but none of them suffered any life threatening injuries. Dean picked you up in bridal style, as he made his way towards his car. Sam joined you and Dean after he was done burning the bodies.

The drive back to the bunker was tense. Sam was in the driver's seat as Dean was in the backseat with your head resting peacefully in his lap. He caressed your face, removing a few loose strands of hair, as he waited for you to wake up with bated breath.

“What if the antidote doesn't work?” Dean asked, worry evident on his face.

“You remember what happened with Charlie?” Sam asked, “we have to use African Dream Root to wake her up. We have to invade her dreams.”

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[virgil-writes]

ash & soot

Long before the Winters come into play, a monster stalks the Forbidden Forest that surrounds the Village. Karl Heisenberg is sent to investigate, and heads deeper into darkness to find his prey, a thorn on his side and someone just like him. (Heisenberg x OC)

on AO3: chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six | chapter seven (ao3 only) | chapter eight | chapter nine | chapter ten | chapter eleven | chapter twelve | chapter thirteen (ao3 only, smut) | chapter fourteen

chapter 14 - prince

SFW, around 4.7K words. Heisenberg is a man of absolutely no feelings I guarantee you

Heisenberg has never done this before, not in almost a hundred years of existence, this tangling of limbs and shirking of duties. He has never once given in to such base urges without careful thought and consideration, instead preferring his encounters planned, short and sweet, in and out before anyone could get attached. He racks his brains looking for things to say once she is awake, for ways to tell her that this means nothing and that they will go back to being flirty acquaintances who spoke to each other in riddles. He digs deep into his thoughts to bury his feelings, refuses to acknowledge their existence long before they can rear their ugly heads. He breathes in, eyes closed, to gather his confidence, to build his persona like he did with the dawn of each new day. Whoever Karl Heisenberg truly was, truly wanted to be, he died every morning and was replaced by a driven, heartless monster.

She was a smart woman, she would get the hint. He will unwrap her arms from his torso, put his clothes back on and make some stupid comment about how she had a pair of tits to die for, but he had already been far too generous by gracing her with his presence this long. Then he will smirk and exit stage left, hold the mask until he is out of sight and has entered the forest, and will finally be done with the theatrics. Perfect plan, until his breath catches in his throat when she first stirs, fingers sleepily caressing his chest like she did the night before. He curses her for never making things easy on him.

She seems confused as she pulls away from him, her lazy stretch reminding him of a cat after a long nap. Her face has softened some, the usual furrow of her brow relaxed, deviant smile replaced with one of pure serenity, like a burden had been lifted off her shoulders. “Good morning, my lord,” she greets as she rubs sleep away from her eyes, and he is glad to notice her tone has changed, away from the throes of their passion and back to the casual nonchalance they had become used to treating each other with. “Did you sleep well?” He has no intentions of answering and she does not expect it, either, slides off the couch to gather their clothing scattered about. She hands him his without looking at him, dresses in silence as he does the same. The silence is tense but not awkward, like they were both content to ignore the existence of the other and of everything that had happened between them just hours prior. “Are you staying for breakfast?” The implication that she did not expect him to is crystal clear. If there was any hope of staying longer in his mind, she had quelled it quickly with that question, like she was done with him for the day, perhaps enough to last her a lifetime. It stings, but he is glad for it.

Heisenberg busies himself with putting his clothes back on - whoever’s clothes those were in the first place -, oblivious to her pacing around the house. He believes he is out of the woods and her reserves of kindness have run dry, only to lift his head and find her holding a basket with a loaf of bread in one hand and his trench coat in the other. From afar he can see it looks ten times better than it did when he walked in wearing it, cleaner, for one, holes stitched back together. He doesn’t stay and she sees him off with the same joy she has always shown him, watching him as he grabs the trench coat and food, then his hat from a hook next to the door, waving him away like she has done every time. They sign an unspoken contract that dictates they never speak of it again, though the fine print reads that it is not off the table and might once again come to pass if the opportunity ever presents itself. His journey back to the factory is quiet and uneventful in more ways than one, the forest sleeps away the early hours of the morning and his mind is void of thoughts and worries. He cannot help but notice that the world feels different, brighter, more vibrant even, the wind not hostile and instead a gentle breeze.

Heisenberg seems enveloped in a mist of cheer and placidness for the days that follow, all he has set in motion moving along like clockwork. Sturm awakens unbidden one night, for good this time, both a blessing and a curse upon him. He manages to study its performance and sketch improvements, however finds that he has forgotten to install an off switch on the damn creature. The freak hums and whirs night and day like it is singing him the song of its people, sometimes joyfully, sometimes in mourning, and that he is able to identify when the fucking thing is happy or sad is a clear indication that he has been listening to it for far too long. A stab of guilt hits him every time he yells down towards the bowels of the factory to tell the monster to shut it, he needs to work and the noise is maddening, but he is always reminded that he is the reason for it all, he has bestowed them all with a new lease of life and now has to deal with the consequences. This is all for a good cause, he reassures himself, and once the rebellion is over he will see to it personally that those who remain are given a humane dismantling and burial.

Every now and again he visits his little witch in the woods, when his days could have been better and he needs a pick-me-up. They never speak of the stormy night and the things they had done, not unlike he had planned, but speak of everything else, and they slowly climb the steps to an awkward friendship that is never truly allowed to blossom. It felt as if every time they would give each other a key, an intricately designed, golden key that would open the lock in their hearts. And every time one would try to open it, they would find yet another, stronger lock, closer to the end but not quite, mystery maintained. It was infuriating and addicting all at once, and he had grown quite fond of the back and forth that had become the most exciting part of his life.

Happiness is a drug that he should not indulge on, he decides. Amidst his work he plans something other than rebellion, other than murder. Sketches something other than machines, looks out the window on the top floor of the factory to daydream about the cabin that stood long abandoned at the edge of his land. It was large for a home in this ass-end of the world, two floors and an attic, a cellar that was used for coal storage and doubled as secret entrance to a tunnel connecting the house and the factory. A fenced garden in the backyard, a shed for tools and firewood. The outhouse was awkwardly placed, too close to the edge, but he had always thought it gave it some extra charm. Answer nature’s call while being dangerously close to it, as it were. The masonry oven outside had not been used for at least half a century, and the well had probably dried up by now. It had been his home for many years, before Miranda took away everything that was theirs and his life with it, before he began dedicating his life to rebellion and dreams of freedom. His room was the one at the end of the corridor upstairs, with a view of the river and the forest extending beyond the confines of the village. It was cramped and cold, a single floorboard always rattled during the night when the wind hit it, the window never fully closed and his father never bothered to fix it. Still, it was home, or it had been, and he sometimes found himself thinking of the good memories he’d had before it all went to shit.

Could it be home again, he wondered? It would be one hell of a spring project, between clearing the debris, dusting and fixing everything up. Nails and the corrugated metal roof would not be a problem, naturally, and the stonework of the first floor was still intact. But he hadn’t fixed a fence in many years, hadn’t sawed nor sanded a plank of wood in longer still. He had never been very good at cleaning anything except weapons and machines, and interior decorating was simply something that had never gone through his mind. It could be a home again, he mused as he brought the blowtorch close to his face to light his cigar, and maybe it would do him good to step away from the damp vapors of the factory every once in a while. But then again, would it be worth the effort and upkeep? He doubted the haulers would make good housekeepers, and he was content enough with his independent, bare, unkempt bachelor lifestyle. But those had never been his intentions, had they? A home but not for him, a home for her, right where he could see her, where he could walk a few minutes and knock on her door whenever.

All strictly professional, of course. She would be effectively isolated from the village and the outside world. Effectively isolated from everyone but him, and he could keep tabs on her and call upon her services when necessary. It was a proposal she would be dumb to refuse: a home easily three times bigger than the one she owned, a larger plot of land for her animals and garden, peace and quiet, access to the Duke for supplies, and even some fun every now and again if she played her cards right. There was also the matter that she would be… Safer, living so close to him, but that was of little importance. Naturally. It had only just occurred to him. He had not begun at that, no. He will give it some more thought over the next few weeks - neither of them would be going anywhere, now would they?

Mother calls him later that day to inform of a family meeting two weeks and a half away, to discuss usual business. They will gather at Donna’s this time around, and it should give them all an opportunity to parade themselves to the public. This is important, you see, she begins like she always does, for their worshipers grow restless with their absence. Heisenberg often feels like she has trained the villagers as one would a dog: starve them for long enough and give them a meager treat to keep them going, teach them that their devotion is rewarded with small miracles brought by hellfire and the tearing of flesh by lycans. He has spent far too long away from the public eye and it is always good practice to remind the villagers of his splendor, she continues. He agrees to strut down main street, bless every crafter that he comes across, and kiss the top of the head of every snotty child pushed in his direction by their parents. He even agrees to wear his Sunday best: the same thing he wore every single day, but with a shiny pin in the shape of his house’s crest.

He conceives his greatest idea yet in the meantime, a soldier that combines the combat capabilities of Eins and Zwei with the mobility of an aircraft. He has Sturm to thank for it, the incessant spinning of the blades having given him the spark to try and create a flying machine. No propeller blades, he decides as the very first thing when he begins drawing the schematics. He has had enough of the noise to last him a good couple of decades. Unsurprisingly, he is caught in a trance of working and passing out and waking up to work some more in the weeks that follow, entire days spent combing through the scrap heaps to find the right materials. He is reminded that the goddamn bed had done wonders for his back every time he deadlifts another engine to pick apart, but still refuses to say goodbye to his uncomfortable armchair and the wonderful massage of its loose springs.

He figures the name for it will strike him at the right moment, and for now focuses on adjusting the thrust speed, ensuring the soldier will land adequately and not simply crash while airborne, as funny as that would look. While Sturm required a sturdy specimen, this will need someone lighter, lankier, and he finds the perfect specimen in Miranda’s latest failed experiment, a young boy of some twenty years who had been orphaned long ago and had turned to the Black God for guidance. In truth, he was nothing more than an errand boy for Mother, bringing messages to and fro, collecting tithe and offerings for her. Heisenberg is curious to know what horrible sin has led him to where he is now, dead and open on his operating table, a wound bigger than his fist where the top of his spine should be. Cadou had begun to take hold when he passed, tendrils shooting out of the infection, and he saved the recently dead nematode for further study later.

Removing the organs is always the messiest part, and he drops armfuls of guts into a nearby bucket to discard later. The boy has broken ribs and is missing his heart, a sign that he had greatly felt Mother’s wrath. Heisenberg almost pities him, alone in the world with nothing but his faith to keep him going, but sooner or later he would have to learn that was the way of the world. It had worked just fine for him, painful but invaluable. He had played the cards he had been dealt and come out on top. Perhaps in another life he would have reached out to give the kid a hand, take him in and give him a job, so long as he stayed out of his way and kept his mouth shut. But then again, perhaps in another life circumstances would not have turned him to a ruthless bastard only out for himself.

Setting up the tubing always takes the longest, delicate work that requires his full attention and steady hands. It feels like fighting an octopus at the best of times, and it is a fight he does not always win. He blows away a hair strand that insists on obscuring his vision, but all he succeeds in is having more of it fall onto his face, beads of sweat also finding their way down his forehead to pool on his brow and slide onto his eyelashes. He wishes he had an assistant every time he does this, every time he pulls a corpse open and finds that his body seems to get in the way every time more than the dead one does. He wishes he had an assistant, remembers the offer he never made her, and regrets it an instant later.

Suddenly his mind has wandered away from his subject on the operating table and has wandered off into a fantasy world, where his little witch gently pulls his hair back to tie it securely away from his face, where she dabs away the sweat on his face with a cloth that smells of wildflowers. She stands patiently next to him, takes notes and follows orders, brings him refreshments and even gives his shoulders a good rub when she feels he has been working too hard. A world where she awaits him every night after a long day, where she greets him with the comfort of home and a hearty meal. His focus is lost from that moment onward, for he is taken with the need to see her, to spend time sitting quietly beside her near the fireplace. To hold her and watch her fall asleep in his arms, to hear her laughter and exchange glib lines with her after dinner.

Goddamn witch.

The poor boy suffers the brunt of his annoyance when Heisenberg punches the side of his ribs, the body resists but does not complain and helps none with doing away with his wishes. What was he thinking, losing sight of his goals because he wants his cock sucked? This is why it was always so much better to stay indoors, to kill such annoying roaches on sight. His carefully constructed mental balance has tumbled, his nirvana disturbed. He was doing just fine before she decided to kill some random lycan and forgot to hide the fucking body. Bored, but just fine. Lonely, but fine. Incredibly depressed, but f-i-n-e. He tries in vain to return to his work once, twice, and gives up on the third time, finally accepting that it would be impossible.

Perhaps it is best if he gets it over with, no? This was but a momentary stumble. He had all but forgotten about her for the better part of a fortnight, having instead turned inward towards his work and growing his intel network by skulking around and reading through papers Miranda had ‘lost’ in transport. Just as quickly as he had latched onto her, he had let her go, back to the hum-drum day to day of developing his metal army.

Or so he thought, faced now with a burning need to walk, almost run towards the forest to catch a glimpse of her again.

He looks down at himself, for the first time conscious of how presentable he was, and decides that it is probably best if he wears something that is not covered in rotting chunks of flesh. Somehow he does not think she will mind it; she strikes him as the kind of woman who would think it adds to his charm. He changes into cleaner clothes regardless, the same moss-colored shirt she had given him the day he showed up at her cabin. An idea shines upon him as he tightens his shoelaces, and he is soon giving orders over the comm system to all haulers: clean the damn place up. Throw the garbage up and over the railings onto the scrapheap, hide it under a carpet, it doesn’t matter. He wants the place presentable enough for him to bring his little witch over - he will tell her a little bit of what he intends, he will show her some of his plans, and he will ask her to work for him. The cabin would take a while but she could always drop by for a visit. All that he has decided in the span of less than a minute, and he hopes there will be enough time for everything to be set up when he makes his way back, holding her hand tightly as he shows her all of the wonders he has created. He also hopes he can keep up the momentum and not soil the plan by chickening out a while later, though something in his mind tells him that might be best.

Heisenberg stops in front of a mirror-like metal plate to check out his hair and wipe the blood of his face, at last satisfied with his appearance and ready to make his next move. He almost skips through the factory on his way up and out of the garage. He is getting laid tonight, goddamn it.

He is surprised to find the Duke’s carriage standing just outside. It must be a Tuesday, though he feels like he last saw the man yesterday; the merchant always completed his regular schedule around the village by making a last stop near - and in - his humble abode. He had much to discuss with the Duke, things of both professional and personal nature, but now was not the time, and he walked by briskly and greeted the man with a tip of his hat, intent on simply passing by.

He knows something has gone terribly wrong when the Duke cackles, and he spots the familiar tail wag of a furry hoofed animal beside the carriage. Heisenberg stops dead on his tracks then, a cold tingle running up his spine, his mouth dry. He stares at the man, mouth agape, trying to form his question but failing miserably. Had something happened? Had the Duke known about her all along? Had he done something to her? The Duke is the first to speak, his usual jolly self, oblivious or uncaring for the situation that has begun to unfold in front of him. “Ah, Lord Heisenberg! How’s the day find you?” There is a pregnant pause as Heisenberg looks at the merchant and back at the tiny goat that bleats at him incessantly, and the Duke roars in laughter, his massive frame shaking the entire carriage. “Oh, it seems the little one likes you! Two hundred lei and it is all yours, my lord. Should be quite the tasty dinner.”

Prince seems to understand its predicament, and cries ever louder, until it is all they both can hear and the sound almost drives him insane. “Where the fuck did you get it?” Is all he manages to say, his tone vicious, but the Duke does not seem to mind it. He looks around for any other signs of her, the dog, or the horse, a chicken, anything.

“My friend in the woods has sold it to me, of course. She no longer has any use for it where she is going, and thought it best to rehome it.” The merchant’s hand reaches out to pet the goat on the head and the whole carriage almost topples over with the weight.

“You know her.” It is not a question, and though there is much he needs to ask there is little he is able to process.

“Indeed. We have been friends for many years, her and I. Since she was a malnourished little girl living under Lady Heisenberg’s protection. Since long before you were born, my lord.” The man takes a long drag from his cigar as if to give Heisenberg enough time to go through his words, and he is glad for it, mind racing a thousand miles a minute. A hundred and something years, the mention of his grandmother’s name. “She has always been quite the ravaging beauty, however. Although I’m sure that has not escaped your notice.” He can hardly contain his exasperation, not at all used to the feeling that currently boils within him. If that man had ever touched her- “She is quite a talented healer, you see. For many years now she has supplied me with the most wonderful of concoctions.” As if to prove it, he lifts up a bottle of the antiseptic he has become so famous for, gives it a little shake and flashes Heisenberg a bright smile.

“She’s gone.” Again he doesn’t ask, simply repeats the information he has been given, and wishes he had his hammer close by to crush that smirk off the Duke’s face.

“Why yes, she has left, of course. It would not be the first time,” the merchant says with a shrug. “A free spirit she is, always has been. Off to find herself some excitement and adventure, I’m sure. I have told her many a time that the village life does not suit her,” he puts the bottle down and interlaces his fingers in front of him, resting on his enormous stomach. “Yet she has come back every time. Sweet, idealistic Morganna, always so kind for her own good.” In his confusion, Heisenberg realizes he has forgotten to breathe, and inhales sharply, blow after blow though he tries to recover, and the Duke is relentless. “Ah, that reminds me, she has left something for you.” He is no longer listening after the Duke’s mouth closes, far too stunned to process what is happening. The blond man hands him a small wooden box that smells like her, and Heisenberg does not care that he can see how much his hands are shaking as he pushes off the lid. He does his best to swallow the rage and the tears that well up in his eyes, the bittersweet thought that she had remembered him before she parted. The woolen slippers lay perfectly arranged inside the box. “If you wish to find her, I am sure she has not made it very far.” Heisenberg continues to stare down incredulously, and the Duke continues to yap like nothing has happened. He has tuned out completely by the time he closes the box again and raises his head to face the merchant. He might as well have been a shadow, disoriented as Heisenberg was, his face a misshaped blob in his eyes. There is no space for thoughts and he lets himself go instead, anger bubbling so close to the surface underneath his skin.

He grabs the goat before the Duke can protest, tucks it safely under his arm, box secured in the other as he marches back inside the barn and closes everything behind him. Gone? The way down is hazy and red, one foot after the other, instinct taking him through the halls and down elevators. Gone. He feels the haulers’ gazes upon him, and hopes they won’t dare showing vestiges of humanity now, or he will kill every last one and set fire to the corpses. The door to his quarters is kicked with entirely too much force and flies off its hinges, he places Prince gently on the floor in the last showing of kindness he would ever allow himself. Gone! The box is thrown across the room and shatters against the wall, tears in his eyes, a strangled cry coming out of him before he can stop himself.

“She’s gone.” He repeats and the words feel like sand in his mouth. He knows them to be true and it only serves to hurt him further. Behind his eyelids, she takes him by the hand and skips down the stairs ever onward towards the darkness, and he knows he is far too weak to stop it now. He has no tools to explain any of it, the crying and yelling and the way his body has slid against the wall and onto the floor like a puddle of muddy, gooey, revolting water. One last bit of control tells him that he should not care, that she is not important, that this is good, that he is free from her grasp. But its screeches are drowned in the uproar within him, and all he can think of is that she is gone and he misses her.

He is once again alone in the world and, for the first time, he knows what heartbreak feels like.

[jinkicake]

A Soul Precious To Me

Part one here

Shigaraki Tomura x Childhoodfriend!Reader

Shigaraki is interesting to write. I want to portray him one way but then I remember more aspects about his character and then I get lost in him. TTT Sigh, I still love him though, that is my mf baby!

WC- 1,677

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Recently you haven’t been able to focus, you continue to stare blankly out the window of your calculus class and barley hear what the teacher is saying. At this moment you’re glad your university is located in such a tall building, it makes staring out the window much more interesting. Truthfully your world feels upside down, almost as if one of your best friends is one of the most wanted criminals in all of Japan and is responsible for the chaos and destruction claiming the streets.

Oh wait, he is.

You’re starting to regret going grocery shopping that afternoon you found him on the street, had that not have happened then you would have continued living on normally. Believing that your closest friend moved away and lost contact with you. That fantasy seems much better than the reality of it all. You run your mind time and time again but you just can’t seem to figure it out, how did the Shimura Tenko you know turn into the Shigaraki Tomura the world knows. It just doesn’t make sense given how light-hearted he was as a kid, you don’t know what could have provoked such a change in him. 

You even went as far as calling your mom and asking her if she knew anything about the Shimuras and she said she didn’t. It seemed suspicious though and you want to keep digging, however, the deeper you dig the farther down the hole you go.

“(L/N) can you please solve number three on the board?” The snotty professor calls out as she glares at you from behind her desk. You wince and pick up your notes before walking towards the front of the classroom. As you work on the problem and frantically look between your notes you fail to realize how quiet the classroom got. It’s not until you hear a loud scream from one of the girls in your class does all chaos break lose.

When you finally turn around to see what the class is freaking out about, you nearly pass out with them. Before you is a gigantic artificial-monster and you can only drop your notebook in shock when it breaks the glass of the classroom. Too fast, too quickly does it grab you, it’s large hand wraps around your waist before it leaps out of the building. Your life flashes before your eyes at the fifteen-story drop beneath you, and when you notice you’re still alive you slowly open your eyes. The thing is flying, high in the air and you can barely breathe. 

Your first thought is to break free of its clutches but as you stare down at the ground you can barely see, that becomes the worst idea yet. However before you can stop it your eyes flash a light blue and the villain freezes, his grip around your waist is still as tight as ever but now you’re free-falling several hundreds of feet in the air. The drop and the ground rushing towards you at an inhumane speed causes your vision to run astray. Black dots littering every corner of your vision until you can no longer see.

- - -

“Stupid girl, really how dumb are you?” Shigaraki lets out insult after insult at your unconscious body. He was watching the incident the whole time. Deep down he knew it was wrong to use a rogue nomu to bring you to him but he thought why not kill two birds with one stone. He wanted to see you again and he also had been meaning to test if kidnapping via nomu could work, it did. Thankfully with how strong the creature was it broke free from your quirk rather quickly and successfully brought you back to the hideout.

Shigaraki scratches at his neck painfully before scooping you up in his arms, placing his switch on top of you.

“Kurogiri I need to get to her apartment.”

- - -

When you finally regain consciousness the first thing you notice is that you’re back in your own bed. You almost think it was an insane nightmare but then you notice the temperamental boy on your couch cursing at his switch, red eyes glaring hard down at the screen.

“Stupid fucking Tom Nook and his stupid ass kids, buy my damn tarantulas.” Shigaraki glowers and you wince when you try to sit up in the bed. “Oh, you’re awake.” The villain doesn’t even glance over at you, his fingers still rapidly moving on the device console.  

“Tenko?” You place your hand against your temple, closing your eyes while trying to hold back from vomiting. “What happened?”

“You passed out.” He throws out and you can only blink at him, a wave of uneasiness washes over you.

“I don’t understand.” You can’t seem to figure out anything.

“What is there not to understand?” His voice rasps and you flinch at his tone.

“I was just in the air a few moments ago, I don’t,” You pause, biting the inside of your cheek. “why are you here?”

“I wanted to see you.” Shigaraki is so calm, only showing any emotions when he scowls at the device in his hands. You clench your fist at his lack of emotions because the fact that you had nearly died does not phase him.

“Why are you acting like I wasn’t just manhandled by a giant bird with its brains sticking out several hundred feet in the air?” You snap, frustration bubbling in your core, as you try to piece together what happened these last couple of hours.

“God, you’re so fucking whiny.” Shigaraki curses and you feel your eye twitch.

“Y-you can leave.” At this, he only rolls his eyes.

“No. I like being with you.” His shoulders are low and his fingers move furiously against the device and you’re sure one of the knobs is going to fly off.

“Tenko, listen-“

“My name isn’t Tenko.” Shigaraki glances at you and you nearly freeze under his intense stare. “For whatever reason, I feel…” His blue head dips as he tries to figure out his words carefully, his shoulders hunched in thought. “There is a deep understanding between us, isn’t there? History, I don’t remember any of it though.”

You furrow your eyebrows and stare down at your covers, a sudden weight sinking in your chest. The two of you were close when you were kids, you knew him for only a couple of years but were never apart for longer than two days. You don’t really remember much either but you understand the memories and affection you held for him. The trust developed between you two during your early developmental years are finally showing through.

“What happened to you when we were kids?” You cautiously push out, wanting to get an answer from him.

“I don’t have a good memory.” He only sinks further into the couch, as if he is trying to get away from your questioning.

“What about your mother, your sister, grandparents? You don’t remember them either?” You purposely leave out speaking about his father, still holding a grudge against the man for how he treated his family.

“No.” The one-word response makes you tense up instantly and Shigaraki puts down the switch before walking over to the edge of your bed. “Be quiet or I’ll make you quiet. I like having you near me, having you around, it brings me comfort.” He stares down at you and you pull the blanket up to your chin in an effort to hide under his gaze. “And what I want, I get.” He growls and grabs a handful of your blanket, a yelp leaves your throat as the thick material starts to disintegrate and you’re left with a thin sheet laying over you.

“O-okay, we can still be friends.��� You offer, eyes blown wide as you stare up at him but this only sparks another tantrum.

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” The sheet is next to go and you flinch when he kneels on your mattress. “Don’t be scared of me.”

“I’m not scared.” You lie, your hands visibly shaking on either side of you.

“Good, because I don’t want you scared. You are mine.” Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head at the statement and you can’t help but refuse his advancements.

“Tenko,” Your eyes dart all around the room, trying to find a response to his words. “it’s been like fifteen years are we really even friends? I know Tenko Shimura, not you.”

“I think you misunderstood me.” A hand wraps itself in your hair threateningly, pulling your head back and presenting your neck up into the air, you try to ignore the way his eyes memorize the sight of your chest rising and falling.

“I’m just saying we should take it slow, you don’t remember things and I don’t remember things.” You laugh nervously as if his hand isn’t close enough to your neck that he could kill you any second. “We can get to know each other again.” Rather idiotically you gently rest one of your hands on his shoulder with a forced smile. His red eyes narrow down at you like he is trying to figure out if you’re lying or not. Much to your relief, he removes his hand from your hair.

“Okay.” All too soon he has his arms wrapped around your waist and his face is buried in your chest. You go incredibly stiff in his hold, glancing at the top of his head with wide eyes filled with shock.  “It’s so fucking cold.” Shigaraki curses out and you stiffen when you feel his fingers against your shirt.

“W-why am I not…” You trail off, motioning to his fingers. For emphasis the boy digs his fingers into your sides, the feeling of eight fingers pressing into your skin. You’re still there. “Did you just try to kill me?!” You screech, pushing at his head to get out of his arms. Shigaraki only lets out a low chuckle, bringing you even closer to him.

“Oh, I’d never hurt a soul as precious as you are to me.”

[miraculousandbts]

BTS | Nightmares | Drabble Series

Summary: It hasn’t been that long since debut, and this is the first time you’re sleeping with one of the guys. You, very unfortunately, have nightmares though.

Pairing: Member X Reader (Platonic)

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: Nightmares (obviously), crying, y/n fell off the bed, mentions of abuse (nothing graphic though), jump scare, a figment of y/n’s nightmare

Seokjin

You removed your glasses and kept them in their case. Seokjin was just washing up before bed. You had already taken a shower and brushed your teeth. The thing was, all of you were learning a new choreo, and you and Seokjin had a part together, in which both of you were doing different steps than the others. All morning, you both practised. And now both of you were exhausted enough to go to bed early, which the others learned their steps for the same part of the song in the dance studio.

He came out toweling his wet hair to dry them enough so he could go to bed and not wake up with a headache next morning. You had suggested they sleep together, as you were afraid of being alone in the dark while barely anyone was home. You told him the real reason without hesitation though. "Ready?" He slipped in next to you, pulling the covers on top of him. You yawned in reply.

"I'll take that as a yes." He chuckled as you closed your mouth, and then your eyes. Both of you had a habit of keeping pillows around you for comfortable sleeping, so right now, both of you had a pillow for your head each, a pillow behind you, a pillow behind him, and a pillow between both of you.

You wrapped your arms around the pillow in the middle, eyes still shut. But there was already an arm on the pillow. You slightly opened your eyes, and saw Seokjin sleeping like a little baby, hugging the said pillow. You smiled and went into a deep slumber.

*****

Seokjin flailed his arms around a little. He could hear whimpers and small sobs, though he was too sleepy to register what the sounds were, exactly. "Mmm." He whined, annoyed by the disturbance. He slowly blinked his eyes open. And that's when you let out another small sob.

He looked to his side and furrowed his eyebrows to see you crying a little in your sleep. Still sleepy, it took him a second to figure out that you were probably having a nightmare. He started to get up and move towards you. "Hey, hey, hey. Y/n. Wake up. Hey." He took your head and caressed your cheek, trying to gently wake you up. Letting out a last whimper, you slowly opened your eyes.

Everything was blurry, not only because you were sleeping a moment ago, but also because of the tears. But you could make out the figure of Seokjin leaning over you, barely sitting up. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you realised that your head was in his lap, and he was caressing your cheek and letting his fingers slide through your hair to calm you down. But you were still a little freaked out by the nightmare you had to acknowledge this.

You could no longer remember what it was, but you do remembered it was scary. You let out a breath and snuggled further into him, throwing your arms around his torso. "Shh, shh." He kept rubbing his hand up and down your head, and sometimes your arm.

And that's how the members found you both the next morning; asleep without a care in the world as you both cuddled.

Yoongi

You were sleeping soundly when you felt someone pat your arm covered with the sheets. You slightly opened one eye and saw Yoongi finally out of shower and asking you to move over for him to have enough space to sleep. You closed your eye and silently shifted. This was the first time you were sleeping with one of the guys. Both you and Yoongi were very chill about it.

All of you had moved into the new dorm today, and three out of six rooms were filled with all of you guys' personal belongings. Hoseok had suggested that everybody would choose rooms and set their stuff the next day. After all of you agreed and had dinner, came the problem of where would all of sleep.

Taehyung simply suggested that three people sleep in the big rooms each, and two go in the third room, which was considerably smaller.

The maknae line, hearing this, ran straight to one of the bigger rooms. Yoongi suggested he sleep with you, as he took the least space while sleeping. All of you agreed, and here you are. Five minutes later, both of you were sound asleep.

*****

You furrows your eyebrows. You were seeing a nightmare. You moved around a little. And fell off the bed. A loud thud resounded. You sat up, knowing very well what just happened. You rubbed your head and then your eyes to wake you up enough. As you become sober after a few seconds, you hoped that you had not woken anyone up. And at that moment, you heard a meek, "y/n?" 'Shit!' That's all you could think. The first time you sleep with him, and you wake him up. Great!

"Uh, y-yeah?" You whispered back. You then saw him peek his head over the bed to you. "You okay?"

"Yeah." You got up and climbed back on the bed. He moved over and made a 'come closer' gesture with his hand. You leaned towards him, while he ran his hands over your head to check if you had any bumps. "Does it hurt?"

"No, no, I'm fine. Sorry for waking you up. You can go to sleep again."

"Why'd you suddenly fall down the bed anyway? Was I taking too much space? I can go sleep on the couch."

"No, no! I just had a nightmare." You casually stated and laid down, gesturing for him to do so too. He did just that. "Was it scary?" You shrugged the best you could while laying down in the mess of the bed sheets, " Must've been enough to disturb me enough for me to fall down the bed."

He hummed and to looked at him. He opened his arms, inviting you in. You raised an eyebrow, wondering if he thought that you were still afraid. But you still moved in and snuggled into his chest. He reminded you of your elder brother, how he would give you random hugs and forehead kisses, how he would basically act like a clingy koala to you. Yoongi was not like that, but in the moment, it felt like it.

You involuntarily sighed. "If you think that I think that you're afraid, you're wrong. I just don't want you to fall off the bed again." You let out a breathy chuckle and closed your eyes for the final time, knowing he did the same. "Goodnight." You whispered, sure that he didn't hear it. But he replied with his own goodnight, and that's when you both started falling asleep again.

Hoseok

"Why are you being so awkward, Hobi?" You twiddled your thumb, and looked at him, sitting at the opposite edge of the bed. "This is the first time I'm sleeping with a girl who's not my mother or noona." He gave you an awkward smile, knowing you were nervous too. "How about we just forget about the gender difference and sleep like we normally would? I'll be honest, you're the first guy I'll be sleeping with."

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah, I mean, I've chilled in the same bed as you guys, but I've never slept with any of you. The last time I slept with a guy was back when I was three, and the guy was my father."

He hummed and got in the bed. You followed suit. For the next ten minutes, both of you laid there, staring at the ceiling, being still as statues. Finally, sleep hit you like a ton of bricks. You rolled over, and faced Hoseok. He was still in that position.  You sighed, and snuggled into the cozy sheets. "Hobi? Go to sleep."

He looked at you, and sighed. "Actually, I'm nervous, because according to the members, I sleeptalk."

"It's better than sleepwalking. Go to sleep." You took his arm, and then snuggled in that. You saw him break out a smile. He turned towards you, and closed his eyes, indicating that he'll try to sleep now. You let out another sigh, and let darkness take over you.

*****

Hoseok woke up. He heard some repeated noises which just wouldn't stop. He kept turning and twisting, until finally he opened his eyes. And that's when his brain worked to tell him that the noises he was hearing was sobbing and sniffling.

He suddenly woke up and looked at you. You were failing your arms around, and moving your head harshly, while sobbing continuously. He freaked out, not knowing what to do. He shook you harshly, and you opened your eyes after a few seconds. You looked at him, and he looked back at you, wide eyed.

You let out another sob, and moved forward to cling onto him. He wrapped his arms around you, considerably calm than before, and rocked you back and forth lightly. Slowly and steadily, you calmed down, but you still didn't let him go. No words were exchanged, his presence itself was comforting.

He pulled both of you down, and started stroking your hair and back, to lull you into sleep. It seemed to be working, as your eyelids were starting to get heavier and heavier. Finally, you fell into deep slumber. Hoseok stopped moving and glanced at your face. You looked so peaceful, sleeping like a little kid, still subconsciously clinging onto his t-shirt.

He stroked your head one last time, and fell asleep too.

Namjoon

You came out of the bathroom, toweling your hair. You were thankful you had short hair, so you could wash it often. You found Namjoon sitting against the headboard, reading a book. He was wearing his glasses and plain pajamas, the only light nearby being the lamp. You kept your towel aside, switched off the lamp, and switched on the main light. He had started looking at you, following your moment, when you came out.

"Why'd you do that?"

"Reading in low light effects your eyes negatively. Even five year olds know that." You deadpanned.

"Won't you get disturbed?"

You reached inside your bag and took out a book. "Nope! I've got my own book to read. Let's read for twenty minutes or so and then sleep?" You got in the bed and pulled the covers to cover your legs, mimicking his position. He nodded, and went back to reading.

You all were on the Red Bullet Tour, and you all were currently in a hotel. There were four rooms, and you and Namjoon were together in one room. You both were okay with it, though you could see the slight nervousness in his eyes, and you knew it was because he took a considerable amount of space while sleeping. That, and he had a habit of cuddling, be it the fluffy cozy covers, a pillow, or at times, a human. Your intellectual leader was actually a big baby with an even bigger brain. You had seen him sleep before, so you knew.

But you were absolutely fine, knowing you took a lot less space while sleeping, and you loved cuddling too.

Five minutes passed, then fifteen, and then thirty. Neither of you wanted to sleep, despite the fact that you had a performance the day after. You were too engrossed in the murder mystery in your hand, and he was in the same position with his poetry book.

You rubbed your eyes, drowsiness finally setting in. The action did not go unnoticed by him, and he checked the time. "Hey, it's been longer than we expected. Let's go to sleep." You nodded silently, kept the book on the bedside dresser, and laid down. He, on the other hand, got up to switch off the light, and keep the book in his bag so he wouldn't forget it.

Both of you just laid there for five minutes, and when you randomly looked in his direction, you saw him asleep, his head poking out of the blanket. He looked like a human burrito.

'Wrap Monster. Pffft!' You laughed internally at the pun you made half asleep, then mentally noting that you needed to stop spending so much time with Seokjin after a while. You were pulled out of your gibberish thoughts when he moved towards you, snuggling further into the covers.

You smiled and wrapped your arms around him, satisfaction settling in when cuddled back. After that, it took you only a minute before you fell into a deep slumber.

*****

Namjoon felt something moving. Then he heard small whimpers. He was too sleepy to acknowledge them, so he tried to go to sleep again. Then he felt something moving against him again. He finally pried open one of his eyes. But he saw nothing in front of him. His eyes widened. Where were you?

That's when you let out another whimper, and he looked down to his chest. You were curled up in a ball, clutching his shirt tightly in your hands, whimpering. He knew you were having a nightmare, and he started stroking your cheek slowly.

You might not have slept with any of the guys before, but you had slept in front of them. And they usually sent Namjoon to wake you up. He had once complained that you were hard to wake up, so you has told him that it was easier to wake you up by stroking your cheek.

He also weaved his hands in your hair, then taking them out. He repeated his actions for a minute or so, and then you finally opened your eyes. "J-Joon?" You whispered shakily. "Yeah, angel?" You were the youngest, and the only girl of the group, and Namjoon knew how rowdy the boys could be, so he had made his personal mission to protect you and be responsible for you. He had a younger sister in real, and you just reminded him of her so much, that it was natural for his older brother instincts to kick in.

You both had gradually gotten very close, resulting in him even giving you a nickname. Angel, he called you, because of your sweet and kind nature. You always saw the good in people, and helped people to become their better selves. More often than not, you also let the hate comments get to you, being the innocent soul that you were.

You did sometimes do a complete 360 and became the most savage person on Earth. But you only let this side of you come out in front of the guys, when you felt extra comfortable. The boys were rubbing off on you, and you didn't mind. It was better than being naive and being bullied all through your school years.

That's what your nightmare was about. Your bully beating you up physically, all the while saying stuff and calling you names. He was the only one who knew about this, and he also knew what you had just dreamed about.

"J-Joon!" You buried your face in his chest and cried your heart out, his heart breaking a little  with every sob and every sniffle. "I-I'm s-so s-scared. S-so s-scared. H-help. Please. Please." And then you started sobbing and whimpering again. "Shh, shh, shh. Everything will be just fine, angel. You're okay. I'm here. I'll always be here. Nobody will ever harm you or touch you again. I promise angel. Shh." He could feel tears forming in his own eyes.

He kept saying sweet things to you, and soon, his soothing velvety voice finally calmed you down. You would still let out a sniffle or a whimper every once in a while, but that was the after effect of crying so much. The last time you were bullied was in school, and that was a few years ago. When people had come to know about you debuting, they had stopped, but they did leave hate comments, and you felt tremendously guilty that the boys were on the receiving end of the hate because of you.

You felt his arms tighten around you. "Oh, angel." You heard him mutter. If anyone else except the boys had said so, you would've thought that you were being a burden in them. But the guys had proved to you a lot of times that they genuinely loved and cared for you. You knew he was sad for you, and you felt bad for waking him up.

For him, you tried to be strong. Strong enough to not get effected by things like these. Strong enough to deal with your shit on your own. And while you knew that these boys, who you had started seeing more like brothers, would always be there for you, you wanted to make them proud by being strong and not relying on them too much.

With that thought in mind, you whispered, "I love you, Joon." And then you felt asleep, not hearing him say, "I love you too, angel."

Jimin

"Chim!" You clung onto him as soon as he laid down. You all had decided to change the sleeping settings, suggested by yours truly, so you could mingle in and get to know the boys better than before. Unfortunately for you, everyone picked Jimin to sleep with you. You both were already very close, so this was completely unnecessary. On the other hand, you were kinda happy it was him, because everyone else would've been super awkward with you. Both you and Jimin were very clingy, and the people you clinged to were often each other.

"Y/n!" He clung back to you. You both giggled and let go of each other. The weather was very hot and humid today, and all of you were sweating profusely. You reached for the remote and used it to switch on the AC.

"Ah! That feels so much better." He sighed at spread himself like a star fish. You did the same, and one of your arms and legs ended up on top of one of his arms and legs. "This really does feel good." You agreed with him. Then you both spiralled into silence. Which lasted for two minutes tops.

"I'm bored! And not sleepy!" He whined. "Me too..."

You both turned toward each other, thinking the same thing, and smirked. Suddenly getting up, you both started jumping up and down on the bed. Which lasted for five minutes, because a very angry Hoseok stormed in and gave you both a earful about making a racket in the middle of the night while everyone was sleeping. He went out muttering something which suspiciously sounded like 'we never should've put these two monkeys together...'

Now, both of you we're sitting cross legged on the bed, pouting. You sighed. "We really should go to sleep." He agreed and you both laid down. Despite the fact that neither of you were very tired, both of you fell asleep considerably fast, curled up and facing each other.

*****

"NO!!!" You yelled. "No..." you let out strangled sobs reacting the word again and again. Your body shook with every sob, every whimper. He was gone. Gone forever. How could you live without him? Your sunshine, your best friend, your brother, gone, just like that. "Jimin..."

You gasped, and sat up suddenly. You were having trouble breathing. Your brain didn't register the small comforting hands rubbing your arm and your back. Your brain didn't register the small sweet words coming from from your side. You were just too shook up from the nightmare. You were the kind of person who cherished their every single relationship. Within the two years you had known the boys, you had gotten very attached to them, especially Jimin.

Your tears finally stopped flowing down like rain, and you frantically looked around. "Jimin, Jimin, Jimin." You turned towards him, and as soon as you saw him, you jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly like your life depended on it. He, on the other hand was very confused.

He had woken up because he heard you cry in your sleep. But then you started taking his name again and again. He started wondering if you were dreaming about him. Just as he was about to touch you, you sprang up, scaring the daylight's out of him. And now again, you kept chanting his name like he'd disappear into thin air.

"Y/n?" You whimpered back.

"What happened?"

"Nightmare." You had trouble saying that one word. He figured he shouldn't ask you anymore questions regarding the topic. He simply hummed and laid down, taking up you with him. You snuggled into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you. You could feel his breath on your neck, and it calmed you down a lot.

Soon, you both feel into a peaceful land of nothingness.

Taehyung

Both of you were cuddled up against each other, watching a short comedy movie before bed. Both of you knew that one of the elders will be here soon, scolding you to go to sleep soon, and how they were regretting their decision to let both of you sleep together. Taehyung had been whining all day about how Namjoon wouldn't cuddle with him, and he needed a cuddle buddy, so you volunteered.

Everyone was very reluctant to agree to the idea, but his puppy dog eyes plus your puppy dog eyes resulted in melted hearts from cuteness overload.

You both giggled again quietly, the movie nearing it's end. After a while, you both finished it in a fit of giggles. And then you saw him sobering up. His eyes widened in a way which said he was interested. You were going to tell him that sleep was important, and that they should do that, but before you could say anything, he started, "y/n, this video is less than a minute long, let's watch."

'Less than a minute? Okay.' You internally shrugged.

Before you could see the thumbnail, he clicked on it. Shrugging, you sat beside him, and saw what was it about. It had a very creepy looking corridor. And suddenly, BAM! A jump scare frightened your soul out of you. You were so shaken up, you didn't even scream, just sat there with wide eyes, clutching your chest and breathing heavily.

You not screaming led him to believe that you weren't afraid, and he simply got up to switch off the lights, and kept the phone on the table. By this time, you had calmed down. You laid down, thankful that the lights were off, and he hadn't asked you to cuddle yet. Just as you thought that, an arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He snuggled his face into your neck, and fell asleep shortly.

You couldn't sleep though. The jump scare kept replaying in your head. The human brain was amazing wasn't it; it kept replaying stuff you wanted to forget, be it your last embarrassing moments, or scary things like this. Finally, after an hour of trying sleep partially came to you.

*****

You had only been asleep for two hours or so, and that too not even properly, when the jump scare replayed in your head more creepily and scarily than before.

You suddenly jumped and sat up, trying to take big breaths and shaking violently. As you were wrapped in Taehyung's arms, he too woke up, from the sudden movement. "Y/n? You okay?" He frantically asked. His eyes finally adjusted to the dark lighting in the room, and that's when he saw you shaking. The lack of reply from you scared him even more.

"Y/n." He kept his hand on your shoulder. You jumped back in surprise, almost falling off the bed. "Y/n." At this point, he was repeating himself. "T-Tae." You moved towards him and wrapped your arms around his torso, resting your cheek against his chest. He didn't know what was going on, but he slid his arms around your waist nonetheless. A tear slid down your cheek, from all the frustration.

"Y/n, what happened? Please tell me. Don't scare me like this." He whispered in his smooth deep voice right in your ear. "Jump scare video." You simply replied. "Oh. I didn't know you were scared. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was afraid you'd think of me as a scaredy-cat."

"Aw. I would've teased you, yes, but everyone has their fears. Now, for instance," he pulled you back and looked at you, "Hobi hyung is so afraid of snakes." You let out a small smile, recalling how freaked out he was when you all had to go take pictures with snakes. He did a complete 360 while the photo was being clicked, but he had screamed a lot. It was hilarious.

While you were thinking about Hoseok and snakes, Taehyung saw you smiling a little and smiled. He proceeded to tell you hilarious stories which happened before you joined as a trainee. You both spent at least an hour quietly smiling and grinning, giggling and laughing. You don't remember when, but you both has fallen  asleep sometime after you decided to lay down instead of sitting in that uncomfortable position. Well, uncomfortable for him, you were more than happy sitting like that, in his arms.

The next morning, you woke up and found the boy almost completely on top of you, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck.

Jungkook

You and Jungkook were in your new room. Being the maknaes, Namjoon had decided to put you both together. That, and Jungkook took a lot of space while sleeping, while you slept curled up in a ball.

Right now, you were trying a new game, and he was taking a shower. You heard the water stop, but paid no attention. Continuing with the game, it took you to complete a level as long as it took him to wear his clothes and come out of the bathroom.

"Hey." You didn't want to be rude and ignore him, but your focus was still on the game. He looked towards you. "Can I join?" You could hear the hopefulness in his voice. You smiled and nodded, picking up the other consol and stretching your hand in his general direction. You felt him take it from you, and you aggressively started punching the buttons with both your hands. He waited for you to finish the level, which you soon did, and then changed the game into two-player mode. (I've never played a video game. Forgive me.)

Both of you spent an hour playing the game, until Seokjin entered and sternly told you both to finally sleep. After promising him that you both would sleep as soon as you finish the level, you both got engrossed in the game again.

"No, no, no, y/n! Behind you!"

"Ah! No, no, no, no, YES!"

"SHH!"

"Sorry, sorry." You nervously chuckled.

"Anyway, the level's done. We should go to be—*yawn* —d. And that just proves I'm sleepy."

You both laughed. He switched off the lights, as soon as you packed up the game. Soon, you were both in the bed. "Goodnight, y/n."

"Goodnight, Kookie."

*****

"Kook, Kook, Jungkook." You shook the boy next to you, who was deep in sleep. You just had a really scary nightmare, and you needed comfort. You were kind of guilty for waking him up, but knowing that he wouldn't mind bought a little relief. "Hmm? What happened y/n?" He asked you sluggishly.

"I-I. Can I sleep with you?"

"You are sleeping with me."

"No, no, can I, like, you know, ugh! Can we cuddle, or at least hug?"

He was wide awake by now. "What's with the sudden request?"

"I may or may have had a nightmare?" You voice turned squeaky towards the end.

"Oh." The threw his head on the pillow, and you almost thought that he would call you a scaredy-cat and go back to sleep. Instead, he opened his arms as an invitation. You gladly nuzzled into his chest, sighing a little as you did so. He started rubbing the small of your back. He smelt good. Like soap and comfort.

"You okay, though?" You hummed, his gestures and smeel lulling you into sleep, slowly. You felt him smile, and you smiled too. "Thank you, Kookie."

"Go to sleep, y/n.

[brewing-mischief]

You know I'd really like to read a deh fanfiction where Connor and Evan run into each other really hard, get knocked unconscious by the force and then wake up in the hospital in each other's bodies.

The doctor's say they both have amnesia since they're all "who are you people" to their 'families' and cant seem to remember their names.

"What's your name"

"Evan...Hansen?

"Evan is fine, he came in with you and is talking to a doctor right now. What is YOUR name?"

"Ummm....?????"

The boys figure out they switched bodies but dont say anything to avoid looking more crazy to their families. I think itd be cool to read about how both of them get a little taste of what they need.

Connor gets to go to therapy (Dr.S is assuming that the amnesia is the reason Evan has gained a different personality. Thinking that since he has forgotten his trama his brain has built a new personality off of different core memories creating an Evan that is less full of anxiety? Idk I'm not a psychologist. Im thinking later Connor would slip up revelling to much of his actual life which leads Dr.S to believe that Evan has DID and that Connor is a new personality formed from the incident. He would think Connor's memories are actually a creation of a world Evan would have liked. His parents still being together-even though he knows it wouldn't work out in the long run which caused the 'dream' to go dark. Connor is like "I have no idea what you're talking about but if your chill with dealing with me I'm good" Dr.S continues to treat Connor as though 'Evan's fantasy' AKA Connor's real life is reality because he believes that this 'fantasy' is holding Evan dormant.) <- [This of course is just DR.S's psychological interpretation. Realty is that its just a bodyswap. However if you like that theory of Connor actually being a personality of Evan go right ahead a write that. I'm not stopping you]

Connor also gets to eat normal food like Pizza and tacos and anything that isnt some weird Vegan fat-free mess Cynthia makes

Connor gets he's space. Hes not constantly beaten down on by his parents for every step he takes. Heidi is incredibly chill. She's very worried about his well being but shes not invasive like his parents are who just want to tear him down. She continues to reiterate that she loves and supports him which allows Connor to slowly drop his walls.

With these supports in place Connor slowly begins to stop smoking/cutting (I have a feeling he may have also stopped at the begining because he respects the fact that this isnt his body and doesnt want to damage it but it is HARD) however most of his needs to cut/smoke are in his head. Which is awful because addiction is hard to quit. But he doesnt have to deal with physical withdrawal symptoms. (Headaches, nausea ect.) Which helps

Connor also stands up to Jared real quick so Jared learns to get his priorities straight or he finds himself left behind

Evan on the other hand has a whole family unit. He finally gets attention 24/7 which is great. Larry is a little harsh with him because hes Connor but it's less than usually since 'Connor' has no idea what hes talking about and doesnt give him a fight anymore. Cynthia is constantly hovering over him with scrapbooks to jog his memory. Zoe just tries to keep her distance but shes always in the background just staring at him trying to figure him out. The whole family is serriously just thrown off about how nice/figitty 'Connor' is. He's tripping over his words and apologizing as much as he breathes.

Evan does go through Connor's physical withdrawal because Evan is not about smoking. He suffers. The first day he keeps craving something but doesnt know what. He tells Cybthia who tries to help him match/satisfy it but nothing works. The next couple of dayd hes serriously sick/agitated. That's when Larry realised 'Connor' is going through withdrawls and is like "oh wow. Ok" and he starts being nicer. He is still somewhat stuck in the "what does it matter, Connor is going to go back to normal soon enough and it wont matter what he does right now" but Evan is being the perfect son so he cant really stay angry. He actually begins to bond with him again.

Evan just gets attention. He gets to sit down and have dinner and talk with people. He gets that family support hes been craving. He doesnt have to worry about being a financial burden because the Murphys are loaded

Evan would probably try to get close to Zoe but she pushes him away like nobody's business. Eventually she would cave and mabye do his nails or something but something about it feels off. Connor likes doing his nails and rn 'Connor ' seems to be very against the idea because "nail polish is for girls, what if people see it and think I'm a freak ect." So now shes even more suspicious about this whole amnesia thing. It wouldn't change her brother this much, would it?

Idk how Evan would think about everyone at school. Because they see him, they notice his existence but it's mostly out of fear and hatred. I feel like that would leave him a little bit panicked.

Anyway, after a week or two Connor goes over to his house to visit Evan and see how everything is being managed. Zoe sneaks a peek on them and notices something. Shes met Evan once or twice before so she didnt really make the connection until now when she can see them both. But 'Connor' is behaving like Evan, and 'Evan' is acting like Connor. Something is definitely off. She confronts them and without much of an argument to steer her off course they eventually give in and tell her what has been going on. She joins their team of figuring out what happened, how to go back and later in the story where the climax drama happens IF they should go back.

The IF drama is basically both parties know they have to go back but also dont want to....

It's just, Connor likes the freedom and trust Heidi gives him. He misses his sister but he also whitnessed his parents loving Evan more than they ever did to him. And that makes him furious because that means he was/will never be good enough for them. He takes this out on Evan since he knows Evan likes his family. He feels like Evan stole them from him even though he knows that's not true.

Evan wants his mom back. When he goes to visit 'Evan' hes a complete stranger to her and that hurts like hell. Plus He doesnt like being hated at school and furthermore he needs his therapy again. But the Murphy family is just so perfect. He has a father figure and a Mom whose always around and Zoe (who has become less of a crush through the experience and more a friend) and he doesnt have to listen to Jared being mean to him/claim they only hang out for car insurance. He has a strong support unit here and hes become more confident from the love they feed him.

So it's just this complicated mess of emotions.

I dont know how it would wrap up since they both have to go back but I think itd be really great to see these boys get better because their circumstances/situations switch. After all Tragedy is only a tragedy becuase the hero is in the wrong story. (I think I read that in a post talking about how Macbeth and Hamelt would have ended happily if only the two main characters were in each others stories since Macbeth would have killed the uncle real quick well Hamelt would have stopped to think instead of jumping in feet first. They made a good point and I want to apply that theory to this story)

Anyway those are my thoughts. Tag me if you write it

[moonlightsolo]

bête noire

summary: The Resistance sent out spies to track First Order trade but they were ambushed. General Leia has decided it’s time to find a new base. It has almost been a month since you’ve given birth. Your relationship with Poe has grown even stronger than before. Your mind can’t stop overthinking about where Kylo is, you haven’t felt him in a while. It’s been too long.

pairing: kylo ren x female reader

warnings: nsfw!!! (ur welcome)

wc: 5.5k

note: this chapter is a lot to handle. ok go read it, bye.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

It seems like over the next couple of weeks the war escalates drastically.

Two Resistance spies took a ship to go on a mission aimed to secretly observe First Order trade.

A barely audible transmission from their ship was sent to the Resistance on Hoth. Poe brings you to the command center since you have intel on the First Order, maybe they think you could know more than them. 

As you both walk into the large meeting room, you notice that mostly everyone from the base is here.

Leia is sitting down in a chair, talking to someone important. The lady cuts Leia off to speak, “Now that we are all here. Some of you may know we received a transmission from the two searching for First Order trades. Prepare yourself as this is hard for some to hear.”

She steps forward and presses on a button. At first, it was static but then the recording was normal as a lady’s voice erupted on the speaker. They were simply updating Leia on how they are going about the operation but she was interrupted by First Order troopers suddenly invading their ship. Blaster shots and screams are heard as they try to fight back.

A groan was heard from the man who was also on the mission, obviously, he got injured. The woman screams at the troopers to stop shooting, letting them take her as a hostage for the sake of his wellbeing. The sound gets muffled as she screams for them to stop then a single blaster shot echoes. What just happened?

Her cries were heard as they dragged her away. They must’ve captured her. Then the other troopers' footsteps could be heard as they raided the ship then the sound cuts out. “They noticed the transmission being recorded, so they shut it off and it was sent to us.”

Leia assumes that the male who is on the mission was too injured then the woman gave up for them to be taken, hostage. Instead, the troopers killed the man and only took her.

Mostly everyone in the room is teary-eyed from hearing such a gruesome scene that happened to their friends.

“The First Order may track the sent transmission back to us. I don’t want to do this, but to be safe we need to find another planet to take refuge on.” Leia’s voice spoke softly to the group. “I don’t want anyone to freak out but we need to leave urgently. Calmly pack up your things into transport ships so we can leave in the middle of the night.” Leia nods then everyone scurries out of the room to pack.

Poe catches your eye, he knows you are panicking. Your babies are almost a month old, how are they going to survive in a ship wanted by the First Order?

He grabs your hand and begins to pull you through the stampede of people to catch Leia before she leaves. “General!” He calls out and she turns around. She seems off, almost weakened for some reason.

“Do you have any idea about where we are going?” Poe asks Leia’s eyes dart around and there are too many people around so she motions for you both to follow her.

She leads you both to the corner of the room, most of the people have flooded out by now but she wants to stay quiet. “We’re looking at Ajan Kloss. It’s a moon that orbits around Ajara. It’s a jungle moon so it’s going to have a much different climate from here. Hopefully, we can easily acclimate there.” She sighs but gives you a reassuring nod.

“The babies will be okay. We will have our cloaking devices on so we’ll be invisible to their trackers.” She holds on your hand tightly before pulling away.

You look at Poe who pulls you in for a quick peck on the cheek, “Go pack everything up. I’ll be there soon to help.” He then follows her to ask more questions.

Your relationship with Poe has grown so much stronger. Kaydel and Poe called things off, and that made you guys even closer. Only really good friends, but you can’t help but notice how he has come to lay in your bed more and talk. Just talking though, no funny business.

Last time you saw Kylo was when he laid in bed with you the night after you gave birth. You’re hoping he’s okay and that he’s just too focused on his work to think about anything else. A part of your brain thinks that he may have given up on you and his children but you try to ignore those negative thoughts.

You take a deep breath as you walk out of the command room and make it back to your quarters. Thankfully, your shoulder has healed mostly and you’ve gotten rid of the sling. You grab large duffel bags and fold your clothes and put your belongings into one and the droid worked on putting the babies stuff in two different backpacks.

Ani and Ellie are much more active now but still so tiny. It worries you to bring them into a jungle. You just need to keep telling yourself it’ll be okay.

It feels like your senses are wiped from you and you lose your breath. You turn to the side slowly, your eyes look over the dark figure. “You’re fleeing. The Resistance knows The First Order is close to finding you.” His voice is deep and stern, “Tell me where you are.” His hand goes out to try and use the Force on you.

You look over him, taking notice of his darker under eyes and messy hair. His armor is in perfect condition like somebody irons it every day for him.

“Kylo. I’m sorry but that’s not going to work on me.” You almost laugh, his hand slowly drops to his side as he realizes. He takes a gulp, his adam’s apple bobbing. You grow concerned for him, your eyebrows furrowing. “Are you okay?” You take a hesitant step towards him, reaching out for his hand.

He seems closed off, “You’re pulling away. I can feel our connection fading because of the light. You need to stop holding on to them!” He grows frustrated, his voice rising slightly. Your facial expression turns into a frown as you slowly move closer, your hand touches his bicep. “I’m not holding onto them. I’m safe right now. We’re safe.” You look back at the children.

“No. You’re not. Once you get into those shuttles, I can’t save you.” He shakes his head and pulls away from your touch.

You felt tears prick at your eyes, a lump growing in your throat. “Just tell me where you are!” His veins pop out on his forehead. You wince as you back up from him, not wanting to be close to his temper.

“No, Kylo. The First Order will kill them all. You know it. Your mother is here, you can’t kill her. I know you can’t.” You sniffle and swallow your emotions. “You’d regret killing your mother just like you do with your father.” Those words caused something to switch in his brain.

“No. Killing my father was the best thing I could have ever done. I grew stronger. I am the leader of the First Order. The largest military faction in the galaxy.” He begins to pace, “If you were here with me, our family could rule the galaxy and take over.” His voice softens as he looks at you, a gleam of evil shows in his eyes.

His words are causing a knife to dig deeper into your heart, “No.. Kylo... We don’t want the same things. I want peace for our children, to play in the grass and in the sun. Not to be stuck on a gigantic weaponized ship in space.” You snapped at him.

You turn around to sling the duffel bag over your shoulder, wiping your tears so he couldn’t see them.

“Kylo, I know you’re torn. You should come back to your family here. Become who you really are...” You hesitate before continuing, “Ben Solo.” You turn around and notice that he’s gone. You felt another pang in your chest, tears now running freely down your cheeks and snot too. You wipe it off with your long sleeve and continue packing.

Poe walks into the room as you sit on the bed, your head in your heads as your mind runs with thoughts. He instantly takes notice to your inflamed face, “Hey, are you okay?” He comes up next to you to sit down and wrap a comforting arm around your shoulders.

You nod, knowing it’s a lie but you lean into his touch. “It’s okay. You don’t need to say anything, I’m here for you.” He tucks your head under his chin as he holds you.

“I’m going to take our stuff to a ship later, I’ll come to see you when I’m done so we can get onto a shuttle together.” He says the plan confidently. The droid interrupts, “Don’t forget about me.” She beeps out. You and Poe laugh, “Of course not.” He says to her.

Poe takes the heavy bag off of your shoulders to move it to the floor. “Come with me.” He grabs your hand, “You got them?” You ask the droid who nods and opens its arms mockingly.

Poe takes your hand and brings you into his bedroom, nothing is off of the walls nor is anything put away. “I need your help packing.” He laughs and you just shake your head with a playful smile.

It takes about thirty minutes for Poe and you to pack up his whole room. Of course, you chit chat throughout the time about what certain knick-knacks meant and why he is holding onto clothes he can’t fit into anymore.

Now both of you are laying on his bed horizontally, legs dangling off the bed as you stare at the ceiling. “Poe. I have a question.” You state softly, still staring at the concrete ceiling.

“Go ahead.” He looks over at you, turning on his side so he could play with your hair. “Why was I left on Crait?” You turn your head to look at him.

His facial expressions freeze, like he’s in shock. “What? Is the answer that bad?” You ask with a nervous laugh.

He lets out a breath before he starts to talk, “You were dead. Well, at least we thought you were... You had no heartbeat, we couldn’t stop the bleeding and you weren’t breathing either. As much as we wanted to take you with us, we couldn’t. The First Order was already beginning to move forward to enter the base. We didn’t even know if we actually had an exit.” He mumbles softly, avoiding eye contact. “But then Rey saved us. She used the Force and the rest of us got into the Falcon. She asked about you and when we told her the news she was heartbroken. She felt like you were the sister she never had.”

You couldn’t help but get emotional, everyone mourned over you and thought about you as if you were actually dead. “Then we traveled around the galaxy and found Hoth.” He let out a sharp breath through his nose. “For months we thought you were dead. I moved on with Kaydel, I started to finally come to terms with your death. Then all of a sudden, Leia tells us that she felt you through the Force. She felt you. It gave me hope you were still alive. Then she told us you joined the First Order, and that you were working alongside Ren.” He scoffed annoyingly which made you roll your eyes and sit up.

You pulled on your long sleeves to cover your hands, bringing the fabric up to your eyes to wipe your tears. “Poe... I didn’t know you thought I died. Honestly, I thought you guys left me because you knew I was dying and wouldn’t make it. I felt like the Resistance gave up on me.” You sniffle as you try to swallow the lump in your throat. Your brain works as you recall the hazy memories from Crait, you remember being alive and waking up. The pain you felt was indescribable.

Poe sits up too, moving closer to your body to pull you into his side. “Look, you’re one of the strongest people I know. You’ve been through some tough shit. You literally beat death so many times.” He gives you a squeeze. You look up at him with a teary smile.

You notice how his eyes travel from your lips then up to your eyes. Is he going to kiss you? Oh no, he definitely is.

Poe begins to lean forward, his dark eyelashes rest on his olive skin. Your eyes stay open as everything moves in slow motion, you admire his facial features as he nears you. One kiss wouldn’t hurt.

You let your own eyes close as you accept his kiss, one of his hands rest in the dip of your waist as the other is on your knee. Your hand comes up to his jawline to cup it and pull him closer.

The stubble on his face scratches you in the most attractive way. Stop, this is bad, you shouldn’t be kissing him. His lips are so addicting though.

He begins to deepen the kiss, his tongue gently rolls against your bottom lip as he tilts his head. A little squeak escapes your throat as his tongue hits yours, he smirks against your lips.

His hand travels up your knee, his other hand is gripping your hip now as he moves forward so you fall back against the bed again. He hovers over you, pulling away from the kiss so he can take a deep breath. You do the same too.

He dives right back in, his tongue dances with yours as his hands grip your hips to move you farther up the bed. Both of your breathing has picked up as you pant into each other’s mouths. His warm hand makes its way under your shirt to grip your pillowy flesh on your side. He hesitatingly pushes his knee between your legs to open them so he could fit between them.

This is going way too far but it feels too good to stop now.

“I know this is so wrong.” He almost moans into your mouth, “But it feels so right.” He begins to kiss down your neck, leaving little marks that will be gone soon.

You let out a whimper, biting your bottom lip as you try your hardest not to rip your clothes off right now. You haven’t been touched in forever and right now you’re throbbing for some relief.

“Poe, I can’t.” You’re crying on the inside, asking yourself why you couldn’t let yourself have some pleasure. You can’t stop thinking about Kylo. Poe instantly pulls his lips off of you when he hears you say no, “Okay, yeah that’s fine. I’ll do whatever you want.” He is breathing heavy above you.

He gently rolls to the side, his back against his bed now. “Sorry, I didn’t expect it to get that intense.” You mumble shyly, “Don’t be sorry. It’s your choice.” He says quietly. “I’m gonna go now. Thanks for... that.” You say awkwardly as you get off the bed. You look back at him once and smile, he returns it, of course.

You need to go take a cold shower to calm your libido, which is what you do as soon as you get into your room. You notice that the droid has taken Ani and Ellie for a walk around the base.

The cold water trickles down your hot skin as you wash away your thoughts. Everything moves in slow motion as your ears start to ring then your surroundings go silent. It’s Ren. You turn the stream of water off, grabbing your towel to wrap around your body then you open the shower curtain. He’s standing there in front of the door.

“The pilot. He kissed you.” Kylo says under his breath. Your ears barely pick it up since his voice is so deep. You stop in your tracks when you realize what he said. Water continues to drip from your hair and roll down your damp skin.

“How do you know?” You ask, your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“I felt it. I had a vision and I felt you.” His voice is low.

“The kiss meant nothing.” You practically lie through your teeth, knowing it was much more. The kiss was passionate, like a bomb of built-up tension blew up and everything was let loose but it will never be as good as Kylo.

The raven-haired man shakes his head, looking to the side with his head angled down. He almost seems sad.

“No, I am not sad.” He scoffs at your thoughts, “I cannot blame you for your actions. I haven’t made an effort to connect with you.” His head lifts up and he stands up tall with his shoulders back. Before you could respond he changes the subject, “You called me Ben. That’s why I left. You know that’s not my name. The Resistance is changing you. I’m trying to keep you from going to the light but you’re pulling away from me.” He’s stern.

“I’m not pulling away.” You take a step out of the shower, his eyes follow you as you move closer to him. “I know you. I can feel your emotions. You want to be with me and our children but the path you’ve chosen makes the situation much harder for you to just stroll back to your family. People will be scared, they won’t trust you.” You breathe out, your hand coming up hesitatingly to rest your hand on his chest, feeling the ridges of the black fabric underneath your fingertips.

“I love you. I want to be with you but I’m going to have to choose this path for our children. For their well-being.” You look into his eyes and notice how he grows frustrated with your last sentence.

“For their well-being? You’re packing them onto ships targeted by the First Order. They could be blown up easily. If you would join me, you’d be protected! The Resistance does not have enough ships nor the people to try and go against us again.” He proves a point, “The Resistance left you to die. What makes you think they wouldn’t do it again?”

Goosebumps ran across your skin when those words left his mouth, “They thought I was dead. They didn’t leave me to die.” You took a deep breath then you back up from him, “Let me by.” You look up at him and he doesn’t budge as he keeps eye contact with you, “Please.” Your face scrunches up in annoyance. His large frame moves to the side, his hand coming up to mockingly lead the way for you.

You scoff and open the bathroom door to walk out into the cold bedroom with Kylo in tow. You don’t hesitate as you drop your towel in front of him to get dressed, you can feel his eyes on your body. You’re comfortable with him but your body has changed since you’ve given birth.

You were on a strict training plan when you were with the First Order, but with the Resistance you were definitely a bit more lenient with your food intake and the lack of physical activity.

You’ve gained a bit of weight around your hips and thighs, you have new dainty stripes painted across your stomach and hips from being pregnant too. You took a deep breath as you shimmied into your clothing, some joggers and a long sleeve top to keep you warm. You take your towel to wrap your hair up to dry it faster, “You’re different.” Kylo states softly, as his eyes look over your body once more.

You look at him with annoyance written across your features evidently, “What does that even mean?” You laugh as you move around the room to make sure everything is packed away. “You’re leaving soon aren’t you.” He takes a step forward when he notices that you’re occupied with other things. He can’t see your surroundings but he has an inkling to what you’re doing.

You ignore his question, “What do you mean when you said I’m different?” You put the rest of the supplies into the packs before you turn towards him.

“You’ve changed. I’ve said this to you before. It’s good and bad. You’re... beautiful. Although the light in you...” He takes a few steps closer to you, now arms length away. “It pains me to see you turn away from the dark. You have so much power inside of you. I attempted to help you let this power out... Rey is only trying to tame it.” His gloved hand comes up to brush your cheek with his fingers, his thumb rubbing your cheekbone. “I love you.” He breathes out, closing his eyes as he rests his forehead against yours.

You feel tears in your eyes as you close them, “I love you.” Your arms wrap around his waist to pull your bodies closer.

A knock on the door makes both your heads turn, “It’s the pilot.” Kylo hisses out. You can tell he wants to move and become face to face with him but you hold onto him tightly.

“Yeah?” You call out, “I-I just wanted to see if you were okay... After ya know, everything that happened.” Poe’s voice is muffled from behind the door. “Yeah, I’m good. Just got outta the shower. I’ll be out soon.” You try to get him to leave, “Okay. I’m gonna meet Finn and Rey to get some food. I hope to see ya there.” He begins to walk away, you hear the front door open and close.

As you move your head to look up at Kylo, he grabs your face to press his lips against yours roughly. The towel on your head begins to loosen as he backs you up into the wall, the towel falls to your feet and your damp hair falls to your shoulders. “I want you.” He growls into the kiss, it makes you whimper. The way his other hand grips your hip at the waistband of your pants and his other hand on your jaw makes you melt.

“Nobody can please you as I do. You’re connected to me.” He breathes against your lips then he trails kisses down your neck to your collarbone. His hand slips underneath the waistband of your pants, the warm leather tickles your skin as he moves closer to your core.

That’s when you realize there’s still pressure against your hip like he’s holding it. He doesn’t have an extra arm, does he?

He smirks against your skin when he hears your thoughts, “This is gonna feel so good.” He begins to back up from your body, but something is holding you against the wall and there’s still something in your pants. The Force.

You let out a whimper as the invisible hand tickles over your core, you watch how two of his fingers come up and make a come hither motion. Your head slams against the wall as the Force buzzes inside of you, your thighs squeeze shut in reaction. “Oh.. my...” Your voice is shaky as your knees buckle, you brace yourself to fall but he holds you up.

The pleasure that’s buzzing inside of you is euphoric, almost too much for your body to handle. Something vibrates against your clit which makes you cry out and squirm under his restraints. You bite your bottom lip as you pant, you already feel like you’re going to climax.

“Let go. You’re tense, you need to relax.” The force pumps in and out of you, the pace quickening as he feels you. His eyes closed as he focuses, you see white spots as you let go. You gasp for air as your thighs quiver, your toes curling against the floor.

The restraints leave your body, making you fall forward but he catches you before you could hit the ground. “Good.” He praises you as he easily lifts your limp body up to bring you over to the bed.

“Thank you.” He says to you, giving your forehead a kiss. He stands up next to your bed looking down at you, “For what?” You ask out of breath. He just stares at you, “I found out where you are. I’m coming to get you and our children.” His presence leaves your side as he walks away, disappearing before your eyes. You let your guard down and you didn’t even realize he was reading your mind.

You sit straight up in the bed, moving as quickly as you could. You try your best to walk straight so you could slip on some shoes. You leave your quarters as you start to jog down the hallways then you end up in a full sprint, “Poe! Poe!” You scream as you see him walking down the hallway with Rey and Finn.

“He knows. They know where we are. You guys need to leave. Now.” You say out of breath, your hands going onto your knees as you bend over.

Poe’s eyes go wide as he registers what you just said, he doesn’t say anything he just runs away towards the command room with Finn.

Rey stares at you with fear in her eyes, “How? What happened?” She pulls you up to look you in the eyes, “I let my guard down. He went through my head. I didn’t know, I’m so sorry.” You breathe out. Her brown eyes are wide with fear as she turns around to go follow Poe and Finn.

Then you realize the droid is still with your babies, you need to find them. You push past her as you start to run down the halls frantically, Rey calls your name but you just ignore her.

A siren in the base sounds, red lights lighting up in the hallways. Everyone begins to panic as they’re all moving towards the hangar to get onto the ships. You spot the droid with the babies cradled in her arms, you run up to her and take Ellie. “We need to go. Get the bags.” You and the droid begin to run towards your quarters, laying Ellie on the bed as you exchanged your slippers for boots.

You put the duffel bag over your shoulder while the droid grabs the bags for the babies and puts them on her mechanical arms. You scoop Ellie up and begin to join the stampede in the hallway, making your way to the hangar.

Your brain is working so quickly, you don’t know what to do. Adrenaline is pumping through your veins, your heartbeat is so fast.

As you near the transport ship, you see Poe, Leia and Rey are already inside. Kylo reaches out to you through your mind, “If you get onto that ship, I can’t save you.”

You stop in your tracks as the last bit of people board the ships, “Don’t get on the ship. I’ll order to not attack the Resistance.”

His voice sounds promising, tears are now running down your cheeks. You can’t take the chance of having your children die if you get on that ship. Poe walks out to you, “What’s wrong? What are you doing?” He asks, obviously concerned.

“I can’t go.” You shake your head, “What? Why? Stop it, come on.” Poe asks as he tries to lead you to the ship but your feet are anchored into the ground.

“If I go, we will all die. You need to go without us.” Your hand reaches for the blaster in Poe’s sling, grabbing ahold of it to point it at him. You click the safety off, your finger resting on the trigger. His hands go up in surrender, “I’m sorry. You need to go.” You look at the droid who’s standing still with Ani then back at Poe.

You look back at the ship, noticing Rey isn’t by Leia’s side anymore. “Shit.” You curse as she comes up behind you to disable your actions with her staff. The blaster falls from your hands and so does Ellie, Poes quick reflexes make him fall to his knees to catch her before she could hit the ground.

She instantly begins to cry and so does Ani. They’re frightened. Poe rushes onto the ship with the droid in tow. Your face is pressed against the cold concrete of the hangar, wrists behinds your back with her knee against them. “Rey, please. They’ll kill us all if I go with you.” She pulls you up by your wrists, pushing you forward so you stumble onto the ship. She leads you over to the corner of the ship, sitting you down by pushing on your shoulders.

“She is a traitor!” Rey yells at Leia, pointing at you. The droid situates the babies as the ramp closes to the ship, the hangar opens as the ships begin to fly out one by one. They all have the cloaking device on, hoping to stay under the First Orders radar. Not like it didn’t work the first time on the way to Crait.

Rey and Leia bicker back and forth about you and you listen to their words. Leia is trying to justify your actions but Rey says you’re too far gone to be saved. It might be true. Even though Kylo says you’ve turned to the light too much.

Poe walks up to you, looking at you from above. “He’s in your head. He’s corrupting you. Don’t let him do this to you.” Poe bends down to get to your eye level, “I knew that you wouldn’t hurt me.” He breathes out as he brushes back a piece of your almost dry hair.

“We’re all going to be okay.” He says as the ship leaves the hangar, the white snowy landscape shows itself. You hear the thumps of the other ships entering light speed, then the ship you’re on jolts and you’re surrounded by the swirling blue of hyperspace.

You lean back against the cold metal interior of the ship, your eyes glance over to see your babies being taken care of. You’re so thankful for that droid.

“We’ll be off this ship soon and then we will be safe and sound. I promise.” Poe sits down next to you so you could lean your head on his shoulder. “I believe you.” You mumble as you close your eyes and take a deep breath.

-

The shuttles land in the hangar, troops instantly begin to pile out of them to search the premises.

He stands up swiftly from his seat to leave the ship along with the General who is not far behind.

“Supreme Leader. We’re too late, they’ve escaped.” The smaller man sighs.

Kylo Ren’s dark gaze scans over the hangar. He notices that one of the troopers picks up something from the ground. Another armored man walks up to him as they discuss what it is.

Ren takes huge strides towards them, towering over the two as he snatches the cloth from their hands. It’s a baby hat.

He rubs the cloth between his thumb and pointer finger, the leather of his gloves move against it smoothly. The troopers look up at Kylo, “Continue searching.” Kylo orders them and they scurry away.

General Hux walks up next to Ren, instantly noticing the hat in his hand. “A baby... Who would conceive children during a war?” He scoffs, rolling his eyes as he begins to follow his troops towards the entrance of the base. Kylo lifts his head, blinking back tears as he stuffs the hat in the pocket inside of his cloak.

He takes a deep shaky breath, his jaw clenches as he gulps. His tough facade returns, leaving him as the Supreme Leader of the First Order once again.

The troops continue to move around him to explore the base to see if there are any clues to where they have gone.

Kylo begins to walk forward, moving from the hangar and into the hallways. The base now seems like a First Order has captured this base as their own. There is so troops marching around.

The memory he saw in your head replays as he follows the same hallways you walked to make it to where you were living.

His hand grabs the doorknob to the front door to open it, walking inside the home you lived in for months. His eyes glanced over the area, you definitely left in a hurry. He walked forward, pushing open the ajar door to the room you stayed in.

He notices the two cribs in the corner that you didn’t take. He looks over the unmade bed, his hand runs over where you laid. He walks over the cribs, seeing how they’re stripped to nothing. Only the mattress is left. His hands lay over the mattresses, his head hangs as his emotions get the best of him.

He has to get his family back. He needs to protect them, no matter what the cost.

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[batmanie]

Crimeless crime - riddlebat

"What time is it, when a bat flies through your window?"

The question is aimed at no one in particular, shot at the darkness of the spacious lobby of his modern penthouse – but then, the darkness shifts and answers with a brooding voice: "It's time to confess." It sounds like the night itself has taken a human-like form and came to haunt him.

Riddler smiles faintly, playing with the glass in his hand with a nonchalant motion. Ice-cubes make a little 'ting' as they collide with one another. "Confess? Too bad, I'm not a very religious man." He doesn’t look at his late-night 'guest', he doesn't have to – he has this one-of-a-kind image of the man dressed as a bat burned into his brain like a stigma. "The correct answer is..."

"I don't care about your riddles!" Batman growls at him and Edward puts up a little frown.

"Well, that's rude..." Spread over the massive, green couch – legs outstretched under a coffee table – Riddler is less offended than he probably should be. That might be thanks to the whiskey in his system, or thanks to the fact that Batman didn't punch him yet.

"Don't worry," the low, menacing voice is now much closer to the spot where Edward is relaxing, which is strange since there was no sound of footsteps to be heard. How does a 6ft tall, muscular man even manage to move so swiftly? "...you will have your chance to give me all the answers. And it is up to you, which way this conversation goes.”

It's a warning which Edward chooses to ignore.

He reaches to loosen his tie, just to find out that it isn't there. He must have removed it hours ago when he has opened the bottle. “By all means, ask away.” He takes a slow sip, enjoying the tingling sensation of the alcohol on his tongue.

Batman is staring him down, he can tell. The weight of his heavy, unforgiving glare falls onto Edward's shoulders, the pressure is almost tangible.

“How long have you been on parole, Nygma? Not even two months,” the cold, judgmental voice states. “And as a part of your resocialization program, you are working at the production line at Feelgood Inc., correct?”

“You are well informed, Detective,” Edward admits and tilts back his head to catch a glimpse of Batman's masked, unreadable face.

“With a $22 per hour, it is very unlikely you could afford a big, fancy apartment on the top floor of Diamond Tower. But here you are...”

“I had my savings,” he shrugs, brushing off the obvious accusation with no real effort. “Next question?”

“You have an O'Keeffe hanging in your bedroom. The original was mysteriously stolen from the Art Institute of Chicago."

This one made Riddler snort. "I don't remember inviting you into my bedroom. If you wanted to see it, you could have just asked..." Seeing that the comment has no effect on Batman's ever-stern expression, Edward rolls his eyes. "It's a reproduction. Happy?"

"Never." There is a heavy hand pressed right next to Riddler's head. "I know it was you, Nygma...”

A ticklish sensation on his upper back makes Riddler realize that he is all sweaty. It might be the whiskey or this hot, stormy weather – making the air too thick and humid to breathe freely. “That...is not a question.”

“We both know that Clayface is too reckless, too simpleminded to come with such plan on his own, and Two-Face? Financial crimes are not exactly his style.” Batman's tone is sharp, designed to intimidate but it doesn't work on Riddler as long as the actual violence is not there. “It's obvious they had some help. Same as Blackmask and Clock King. What are you playing at, Nygma?” The Bat almost growls. “A consulting criminal? You're selling yourself out like a common whore!”

It probably shouldn't, but somehow it stings – much like a splinter that gets under your nail. Edward bites his lips, feeling the sudden rush of blood and a wave of fury. “Is that how you see me?” His words are sipping slowly through his gritted teeth.

“It's how you make yourself look.”

Batman looms over him from behind and Edward yet again feels unfairly judged. He lowers his eyes and looks down into his glass, ice cubes have halfway melted at this point. A drop of water slides down the glass like a lonely teardrop.

He needs another sip. He doesn't get the chance.

It takes him by surprise when the Dark Knight leans down, with one arm still holding onto a couch and the other catching Riddler's own, preventing him from drinking. “I know you, Edward,” comes the hated voice, far too close to his left ear for Riddler's own sake. “I know you better than you know yourself. You think it is a perfect solution – a crime without a crime. But you and I know, it won't work for you. You can't simply let those morons use your brilliant ideas when it is you, only you, who deserve the appreciation for all the clever heists.”

Edward gulps, fighting back the sudden, embarrassing urge to admit to everything Batman wants him to. “I...” He shifts nervously, wriggling on a couch but there is nowhere to hide from these prying eyes. That damn, nosy detective is still holding his wrist, trapping his hand in an iron grip. “I think you should leave now... It is very late.”

“It is.” The Bat nods toward the small coffee table. “But you are clearly expecting someone.”

There is an empty glass placed on a tray, right next to the unfinished bottle of Scotch whiskey.

“It's almost 2 am and you're wearing a shirt – not a very casual outfit, if you ask me. The bottle is half-empty, and you are already tipsy. You were waiting for someone,” the man makes his assumption and Edward can only listen, his hand shaking slightly within Batman's grasp. “The main light is off, which means, you didn't want to be seen with that 'someone'. But they never showed up, did they?” There's a pause and Riddler waits for the blow to come. “Who was it, Nygma? One of your 'clients'?” The voice turns harsh and downright accusing. “Who were you waiting for? Penguin? Scarecrow? Tell me!”

What gives this man the right to treat Edward like that? To act like he was better than everyone else?

“It was you,” Edward hisses and yanks his arm out of Batman's grip, spilling the liquid all over his shirt in the process. He growls in frustration and springs up from the couch, standing face to face with the god-damn Bat-freak. “I was waiting for you, you idiot!”

“Why?” The bat narrows his eyes and it's a nasty kind of a look.

“Because I know you as much as you know me! You can't stand the thought of me, or any other rogue, being out of Arkham! Being free and happy!” He waves his hand with a furious gesture, the empty glass still in his hold. All the ice cubes fall out, rolling on the carpet. Batman is not even surprised, that cold-hearted bastard!

“You want me to be guilty,” Edward shouts at him. “...you need me to be because that would justify all the things you did to me in the past! Even now, I can see what you really want to do! You have enough of talking, you just want to punch me, throw me onto a table, grab me by the neck and squeeze it! You can't wait to hurt me because you think I deserve it.”

With one swift kick, Riddler flips a coffee table, sending a tray, a glass, and a whiskey bottle flying. “Go on! Do it! Hit me like you always do!” His voice it comically high-pitched and dramatic as he jabs Batman's wide, muscular chest with the empty glass. “You're just like my father! When you're done with your favorite violence, why don't you also screw me like a common whore you think I am!”

This time, a strong hand lands on his shoulder, making his whole body to instantly freeze.

“I'm sorry, Edward,” Batman's voice is strangely calm, it doesn't show any particular emotion. “I shouldn't have compared you to a whore. Prostitutes do what they do for money, but you, you do crimes because you have to – you can't help yourself.”

“I'm not crazy!”

“Of course, you're not,” the sarcasm is almost hurtful. “And your riddles are just for fun. Why aren't you on medication?”

“What makes you think I'm not?”

Batman's gaze wanders from the glass in his hand, to the mess on the floor. “You wouldn't be so stupid to mix your meds with whiskey.”

A pang of shame strikes him unexpectedly. “I suppose, I wouldn't... Not that you really care.”

There is no confirmation, no denial either. The hand on his shoulder squeezes a little harder but not strong enough to be painful.

“Just let me be, Batman,” Riddler goes a tone lower. “Unless you have some other interrogation methods you want to try with me, I advise you should be going.”

Strangely enough, the hand is still there – resting on his left shoulder. Edward perks his head up, shooting the tall man a daring glare. And for the first time tonight, he is scared – because the Bat locks their eyes together and leans down to him. Riddler freezes again, and for a terrifying moment, he is certain that Batman is going to kiss him. The worst thing about it, is that he knows, deep down in his guts he wants this to happen. But Batman only whispers into his ear: “I have my eye on you, Nygma.”

He is gone within less than a few seconds, leaving Edward alone with his boggling thoughts.

What gives this man the right to stand above the law when a true genius like himself is bound to play by the rules made by lesser minds?

Riddler stands in the darkness, motionless for a while. Then, he walks toward the bookshelf, finding a little device securely hidden between the books. A micro-camera is light like a feather in his hand as he switches it off. Unfortunately, no interesting footage got registered from the encounter with the Bat – no violence, no harassment – nothing really good to blackmail the so-called detective with. Can it be that the Dark Knight has predicted such a move?

Quite disappointed, Edward sighs and puts his empty glass on a shelf. At least, he managed not to give the Bat any clues – which is good, since the meddling rodent were surely recording their conversation as well. Passing by the mess left on the carpet, he's heading for the still open balcony door. He looks through the glass at the night sky of Gotham.

“What time is it, when a bat flies through your window?” The riddle is aimed at no one and he feels compelled to answer it himself. “It's time to start sleeping with your windows closed.”

If leaving no riddles is still not enough, next time, he will make sure no flying pest slips through the cracks of his brilliant plan.

Originally posted on AO3 here -

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20461700/chapters/61962691

[rinas-ninjas]

Have you written the Into a Mindscape au as an actual story? And if so, do you have a link for that? I really wanna read it

So in theory it should be on the blog tagged #into the mindscape, buuuuut....who knows how Tumblr works. So without further ado ->

“His data is glitching – I think we’ll need to help him manually.”

Jay really hated not thinking things through. Who in their right mind thought uploading themselves into a nindroid’s glitchy programming was a good idea?

He stared in wonder at his surroundings. Nya had shown some weird puzzle box onscreen – so why was he in this dark –

“Who are you?”

He turned in surprise at the accusatory voice. “Huh? What are – who are you?”

A kid – an honest to FSM kid – stood in front of him angrily. “I believe I asked you first.” He insisted. Jay stared at him for a moment – simple clothes, messy blond hair, and intense blue eyes.

“I’m…Jay…” he replied slowly. “Who are you? Where am I? I was supposed to go into Zane’s memory banks…”

The kid straightened up. “Oh – this is Zane’s memory bank.” He stepped forward to Jay. His eyes were unnerving. “Are you here to help him?”

Jay nodded.

The kid smiled. “Good. Then I can assist you.” He grabbed Jay’s hand and tugged him along into the dark. “Are you one of Zane’s friends?” he asked.

“Yeah – I’m one of his teammates.” Jay responded. The kid’s eyes seemed to glow in the low light.

“I am glad you are here,” he said. “Zane needs friends – especially now.”

Jay stopped in alarm when the hand slipped out of his. “Where’d you go?” It was too dark to see. “Kid?”

“I cannot aid in this task,” the kid’s voice echoed around him. “Only you can do this – help Zane! Find the key – or all is lost, and we shall all be trapped here!”

Jay turned this way and that, but it was impossible to see where the kid had gone. He ran a nervous hand through his hair. “Jeez…that better not have been like, some stray program or something…” Sniffling caught his attention, and he warily moved forward in the dark.

“Kid?”

He stumbled back and swore at the harsh clang of metal colliding with his face. He fumbled in front of him and found a doorknob, and quickly opened it to low yellow artificial light.

And to an even younger, smaller kid, sitting on a thin rug surrounded by gears and stray wires.

“What the heeeeck – heck is going on here?” Jay caught himself, extra aware of his younger audience.

The child gasped and sat back. “Who are you?”

Jay found himself taking a second look at the room around him. Shelves haphazardly piled with parts, scrolls and scrolls of blueprints, a horribly messy worktable…it looked exactly like…”Dr. Julien’s workshop?” He wondered.

“You know where this is?”

He stared wide eyed at the child. “You’re – no way,” he shook his head. “Zane?”

“Is that my name?”

Jay knelt down next to him. “I…I think it is. You…” he took stock of the small frame in front of him. It didn’t make any sense, unless Dr. Julien built additional models through the years, but… “You look like him, at least.” He frowned. “Do you not know?”

Artificial tears welled up in his eyes. “I cannot remember.”

Jay swept him in a hug and shushed the tears. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “It’s okay.” He leaned back, holding Zane’s shoulders and looking him in the eye. “I remember, right?”

His small companion nodded tearfully. Jay nodded with him and gave him an encouraging smile. His eyebrows shot up as he scanned the room again. “And the kid from before said we needed to find a key…”

Zane perked up. “A key?” He wiggled out of Jay’s hands and sprung to his feet. He quickly crossed the room to the cluttered worktable. “I saw one – I think. I just,” he screwed up his eyes. “I cannot,”

“Remember…” Jay trailed off. “Memory! Of course! Come here, little Zane.” Zane returned to his spot on the rug. “Now, please don’t freak out, okay?” Gentle fingers pressed a small spot just under Zane’s jaw, opening a panel just below his shirt collar. Zane glanced between it and Jay with wide eyes.

“Wh-what is that?”

Jay ran his hands down his arms in a soothing motion. “It’s okay, little buddy, it’s okay. I think I can help you remember. I just need to look at that panel, okay?” Zane shakily nodded and unbuttoned his shirt. Jay sighed in relief as the panel opened fully, revealing a familiar, albeit much simpler, control panel.

With a memory switch turned to off.

“Hold still, buddy.” He flipped it on and sat back as Zane jolted. The room around them spun, the gears scattered on the floor flying up to hang on shelves and hooks around the room, the wires dashing off to follow them into drawers and organizers, and even the worktable’s chaotic contents hastily reorganized themselves, to Jay’s amazement.

As the world came to a halt, he turned back to the child in front of him. Zane was now buttoning his shirt back up, and there was an affirming fire in his blue eyes that Jay hadn’t seen before.

He met Jay’s look with a grim smile. “Thank you. And well done.”

Jay stared around the room in wonder as it slowly melted away into shadow, leaving him and Zane on the rug. “What’s going on?”

Blue eyes stared intensely at his own. “Zane needs your help. I was easy – a tutorial level, I believe you would call it.” Jay furrowed his eyebrows in concern. “But it will not be so easy from here on. I believe you will need help.”

“One of the others…” Jay murmured, and Zane nodded.

“At least.”

Both of them glanced down to where the child’s feet were fading into shadow, the rug having disappeared as they spoke.

He looked sharply at Jay.

“Get help. Get back. Get the key.”

Jay stared as the boy faded into nothing.

“You did very well.”

Jay jumped as the same child from before stepped forward. “Kid!” He tilted his head in confusion. “Are you taller?”

“I am…improved, somewhat.”

Jay rolled his eyes. “Great, thanks – listen, don’t run off on me like that! You’ll get…” He hummed. “Actually, I don’t know if it’s possible to get lost in here. I think so? Maybe you’ll like, fall into a memory or something. Which would suck…Zane has some nasty ones…” He shuddered.

The kid blinked. “I am not harmed by Zane’s memories.”

Jay rose to his feet and stretched. “Good, because oh boy has he been through it –“ He paused. “Zane’s memories? Who are you?”

He stared at Jay. “Did you find the key?”

“What – no I – agh!” Jay smacked a hand to his face. “I think I need help. How do I get out of here? I need to get one of the others.”

“You cannot get out without Zane.”

“I – what.”

“You can send a message. But until the key is found, there is no leaving.”

Jay gaped at the kid. “How…whatever. It doesn’t matter – I’ll just call Cole in here and we’ll find the key in no time. We’re the dream team! It’ll be easy.”

“Just you wait and,” Jay turned to the kid – or rather – the spot where the kid should be. “Oh come on!”

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“So you sent Jay…into Zane’s brain…and now he needs me to go in too?”

Nya shrugged while she typed away at her console. “From what I can tell, yes. All I know is I got a weird file labeled ‘lightningninja.txt’ that asked for you to be uploaded in.” She turned to where Cole was nervously eyeing the wires and nodes attached to Jay’s unconscious form. “Don’t worry, it’ll be easy. In and out – once Zane’s fixed, I’ll pull you both right back here.”

Cole nodded with her.

“Easy.”

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“Oh thank the first you’re here!” Cole blinked in the blank expanse around him. It was just…black…except for –

“Jay!”

Cole swept the smaller ninja up in a bone-creaking hug. “Okay, I’m here,” he set down a wheezing Jay. “What’s the plan?”

“You have to find the key.”

Cole jumped with a barely contained curse. “Jeez, where did you come from?!” Glaringly bright eyes stared at him.

Jay caught his breath behind him. “Oh yeah.” He gestured. “Cole, meet Creepy Mind Kid.  Creepy Mind Kid, Cole.” He put a hand on Cole’s shoulder. “He says there’s some key we gotta get, I think I find the key, and boom! He still. Says. There’s. A Key.” He glared.

Cole glanced between Jay and the oddly silent kid. “Okay…” He looked around them. Still blank. “So what do we do?”

“Follow me. Find the key.”

Cole gently ignored Jay’s mumbled comments about where keys could possibly be found. “Where is it? Do you know?”

The kid shook his head. “I cannot find the key. It is…a safety measure…that I cannot bypass.”

Cole frowned and ran a hand through his hair. “Okay…well where to then?”

“We are here.”

He turned in place, seeing only Jay. “Kid?”

“Find the key.”

“Where did he –“

“I hate when he does that.” Jay frowned next to him. “Come on, Cole – we need to keep walking. The memory or puzzle or whatever will load soon.”

Cole jogged beside Jay’s quick steps. “What are we looking for? What is this key thing?”

Jay shook his head. “I have no idea. Last time, it was just a memory switch – but that Zane said it was basically level zero.”

“Well that’s helpful,” Cole cut off with a grunt as he tripped over something and landed hard on – how were they standing on solid ground now? “What the…?”

“Sh-sh-sh!”

“Don’t shush me! I just fell!”

“Sh! I hear someone!”

Cole stilled and strained to hear what Jay did. “How is it the guy who routinely blows himself up doesn’t have hearing damage?”

“You’re the one who blasts soft rock 24/7. Now – here!” Jay motioned Cole over to a pile of rock. “Do you hear that?”

Cole’s eyes widened. “Rockslide,” he whispered. “Jay, help me – carefully – move these.” Jay nodded and set to work, Cole carefully raising stalagmites as support as they went. Both froze at the small hand they uncovered, before continuing twice as fast, eventually pulling out a small blonde boy.

“Zane?” Cole breathed. This Zane was still thin, but older than the one Jay had described. “Buddy, can you hear me?”

Blue eyes screwed shut before opening wide. “What – I – father?”

Cole shook his head. “No, we’re not your dad, buddy. What happened?”

Zane shook his head before wincing and laying back down with a whine. “I do not – I can not remember…”

Cole glanced at Jay, who shook his head. “He has long-term memory of his dad. This isn’t a memory switch issue.” He offered a comforting hand to the small nindroid. “I don’t know what the fix is here.”

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“How are you doing, buddy?”

Zane winced as Jay tightened a bolt in his chest. “I-I am doing al-right.” His voice stuttered with a glitch, and Cole frowned.

“If you’re hurting, we can take a break.”

Zane’s small hand gripped Cole’s. “I-I can h-handle it.”

Cole didn’t miss the way Zane’s eyes blinked back tears; even when Jay stopped out of concern, it looked like the damage hurt a lot. “Let’s stop for a bit, okay?” He helped the boy sit up carefully. “We can try to figure out what happened.”

Zane nodded with a wince. “Alright.”

Jay sat in front of him, fishing a penlight out of who knows where. “Let me see your eyes, buddy.”

Zane quietly complied.

“What do you remember last?”

The blonde’s face scrunched in a frown. “I…I was playing…Father said I could explore a little, now that my system was updated.”

“Were you trying to climb up?” Cole asked. He was all too familiar with how volatile seemingly solid rock could be.

Zane shook his head. “No…no I,” His eyes widened. “I was trying to help!”

Jay’s face dropped. “What,” Zane ignored him, opening a small hatch in his thigh.

“She fell!”

Both ninjas stared dumbly at the little bird in his hands. It was feathered, clearly okay if a little shaken by its ordeal.

It angrily chirped at them.

A screech sounded from above, and Cole chanced a look at a tree jutting out from the steep rock above them. “There’s mom…” He looked down at a sheepish Zane. “You were trying to get up there?”

He could have sworn Zane’s ears flushed blue. “I…I thought it was not too high…”

Cole couldn’t help but smile at the embarrassed look. “You always were a softie, you know that? Let me see,” He gently took the baby bird from Zane with a grin. A few moments and a climb (and some close calls from angry Momma Bird) later, it was in its nest and all three boys were on the ground.

Cole turned back to Zane with a soft smile. “You’re allowed to ask for help, you know? People care about you.”

Zane blinked and smiled wide. “Yes,” he replied. “I do know.” He stood, his system suddenly repaired and flawless.

Cole’s eyebrows shot up as the world began to fade to black around them. Zane fixed him with a look that stared straight through his eyes and into his soul.

“He needs your help. All of you. Find the key.”

The boy disappeared into the darkness.

“Protect him.”

Cole stared at the once again blank void surrounding them. “What was that?” He asked.

“I still have no idea,” Jay shook his head. “All I can tell is,” He frowned. “When did you change gis?”

Cole blinked. “What do you mean? I didn’t,” He looked down in surprise. “Huh…” A familiar rope held with an animal badge sat on a simple gi. “I haven’t worn this since Lloyd was a kid.” He looked up at Jay. “Looks like you’ve got it too, Sparkplug.”

Jay looked down and yelped. “That is weird,” He looked at the plain blue gi with confusion. “Why are we wearing this?”

“Zane’s mind is rebooting.” Jay let out another screech and practically climbed Cole.

He glared at the now familiar blond head of hair. “Would you stop doing that?”

Cole dropped him unceremoniously, ignoring the indignant “Hey!” that resulted.

“You’re taller,” He said with suspicion. “What’s going on here?”

The kid ignored his question. “Did you find the key?”

Jay popped up looking as irritated as ever. “Listen, kid, I have not found a single key, all I’ve done is flip a memory switch and dig a mini version of my friend out of a ditch!”

The kid made a face. “That is strange,” He mused. “I thought you would have found it by now.” He turned to Cole. “Do you require more assistance? We can call for the red one.”

Cole looked confused. “The red one – Kai?” He squinted at the kid. “How do you know about Kai? I thought you were separate from Zane.”

A strange look flitted across the kid’s face. “I am…a unique string of code. Do you require further assistance?”

Cole sighed, and traded a look with Jay.

The blue ninja shrugged. “As much as I hate to admit it, we might need the help with the next step.”

Cole nodded. “Tell Nya we need Kai,” he asked.

The kid smiled. “As you wish.”