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The Blood Sucking Brady Bunch

Chapter 3

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Trigger Warnings: violence, near death experience, family conflict, authoritative parent figure

Summary: Tensions boil over in the vampire household as Eliza returns home to find Abigail slipping into a new, more authoritarian role. As old wounds resurface, including the heartbreaking loss of a sister and Eliza’s traumatic origin story.

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Chapter 3: Grounded

Shutting the porch door behind me, I slip off my sneakers and place them on the shoe rack across from our dining table. The kitchen is empty, the only sound is the faucet dripping onto some dirty dishes.

I cross the kitchen, almost tripping on a floor tile that was coming up. I make a mental note to dig around the basement for a hammer and nails later.

When I enter the living room, Abigail is sitting in a plush armchair. She has a magazine open in her lap, and a mug filled with blood on the side table closest to her. Her hair is pulled back in a short ponytail, the wisps from her bob hairstyle falling loose, framing her face. The fireplace across from her holds a roaring fire that crackles and pops. The room looks a lot more put together now, with only a few moving boxes in the corner, still waiting to be unpacked.

I cross over to her.

“Is Mary back?” I ask, taking a seat on the adjacent sofa, tucking my feet under me.

Abigail looks up from her magazine, and nods.

“She got back about an hour ago. She came in through her window.” Abigail pauses and rolls her eyes. “Avoiding me like usual.”

“You know how she is. She needs time to process and once she does I'm sure we won't have another outburst for awhile.”

Abigail closes her magazine, and places it on the side table, swapping it for the mug. She takes a small sip, her eyes turning gold.

“Speaking of, what's the damage?”

I’m not sure what I should share. Compared to what Mary has done in the past, she definitely demonstrated some restraint tonight. On the other hand, anyone could have seen her. She barely attempted to keep her feeding hidden, if Abigail finds out about that….Im afraid no amount of mediation on my part could save Mary from the consequences.

It's been a while since Abigail took on the role of discipliner, she prefers to play the role of a doting mother instead. But when she does dish out a punishment, its harsh and mercy becomes a word not found in Abigail’s dictionary.

“It wasn’t that bad. She only took out a few people, and I made sure to clean up the mess.”

Abigail nods her head.

“Good.” She takes another sip from the mug. “I was talking to Max about her, and he thinks a firmer hand may be needed…Honestly Eliza, she is such a loose cannon. Max is worried…I mean, I'm also worried… she could reveal us. Max thinks we should…”

I interrupt. “Since when do we let men call the shots around here?” shaking my head I continue. “We’ve only been here for two weeks, and this place is so different from what we are used to. I mean, we came from staying in big, overpopulated cities, to this small, sea-side, tourist trap of a town. And on top of all that, you invite new vampires into our lives. You have to admit that those are some significant changes from what we are used to.”

Abigail huffs and reaches for her magazine. “I didn't know that he was going to introduce his boys tonight. If I had I would have insisted on introducing you all one at a time, on separate occasions, especially for Mary.”

“That's besides the point. What happened to never trusting a male vampire? You taught us that, and now there are five on our doorstep.” I challenge

“Max is different.”

I breathe out, and a soft growl makes its way out of my throat. I probably should have held my tongue, took a deep breath, and gone for a walk. But that comment was all too familiar, and this night has been far too long.

“Yeah, well you said that the last time and it cost us our sister’s life.”

Abigail's eyes lit up with a fire I hadn't seen in awhile. I jump up, and take a few steps back. I may have pushed a tad too far…

Her voice dips, deadly low. “I am your Maker, you will speak to me with respect. Things are going to change around here, starting tonight.”

Abigail stands from her seat, flinging her magazine onto the ground.

“I am done with you all walking over me, and treating me like I am one of your sisters. I am not your equal, I am the reason you have immorality, and you all will start showing me a little more appreciation.” Sighing, she places her hands on her hips. “Moving forward, you, Mary, and Juniper are grounded for a month.”

I hear a gasp from behind the wall.

Abigail turns in the direction. “Juniper. Come Out Here Now”

Her tone leaves no room for disobedience. Juniper slowly creeps into the living room, embarrassed for being caught eavesdropping. Her eyes are averted from Abigail, and she looks at her feet.

“After that month is over, if you wish to leave the property you will ask my permission and I will approve or deny based on how your behavior has been.”

“But what about hunting?” Juniper asks

“Max has offered to provide for us, and I accepted his offer.”

So, this was his idea. I knew that guy was a creep, he probably likes the thought of having us all cooped up, so he can play house.

Juniper lets out a whine. She loves hunting almost more than the actual feeding, to have to go a whole month without it? Its going to be torture for her.

Abigail looks at Juniper “I don't want to hear it.”

She sits back down into her seat. “You two are dismissed.”

Juniper squires out of the living room, and I can hear her feet hitting the stairs as she quickly makes her way up to her room.

I turn to follow, when Abigail stops me.

“Max is coming over for dinner tomorrow. I expect everyone to be on their best behavior, including Mary. You are responsible if she acts out.”

I bak. “I can’t control Mary.” That's like asking me to control the weather!

“Well, then you better figure it out, because if she embarrasses me again in front of Max it won’t just be her being punished.”

Heat shoots up my spine, my jaw clenches. This is bullshit.

I start to say that Mary isn't my responsibility, but I stop myself.

The whole reason why Abigail turned me in the first place was because she needed help with Mary.

She turned Mary for companionship. She turned Jacklyn in hopes that a sister would help with Mary’s unsavory moods. Jacklyn’s charismatic personality and aristocratic air was also a deciding factor. Both of them were close, but Jacklyn could never calm Mary down.

Then Abigail turned me .I wasn't planned as Mary and Jacklyn were. She didn't spend weeks stalking me, learning about my life and deep desires.

No, I had a bad stroke of luck.

I was on a road trip with friends, and we were staying overnight in a crusty motel, in the middle of nowhere. I had made the poor decision of adventuring out to a local gas station for a late night snack with a couple of my travel buddies. They were a rowdy bunch, and the moment we stepped into the mini mart, chaos ensued. After they had made a mess of the slurpee machine, knocked over a display of potato chips, and somehow managed to break one of the soda cooler doors, I stepped in and was able to convince them to calm down, pay for their snacks, and get out of there.

As we were walking over to the main road, to cross back to the motel. A man approached us, asking for directions to the interstate. Us, being the dumb young people that we were, walked back to his van (gosh we were so stupid) so that he could show us his “map.” As we got closer to his car, he pulled a knife, and grabbed me. My friends bolted, and I like to think that their intent was to get help, but deep down I know that their fight or flight response kicked in, and they ran. The man tried pulling me into his van, but I fought him. He threatened to slit my throat if I didn't stop, but I knew what would happen in the back of that van, and there was no way I was going to go down without a fight. At some point He must have decided that I wasn't worth it, because before I knew it, he had stabbed me in the stomach twice, pushing me away and I collapsed onto the asphalt. As I layed there, looking up at the harsh gas station lights, blood pooling out of my abdomen, Abigail's face popped into view. All she said was.

“Do you want to live?”

This memory rolls into the forefront of my mind, as I stare at Abigail. She turned me not because she wanted to save a human life, or because she saw something in me worth saving. What she saw was someone who might be able to reel Mary in like I had to my rowdy group of friends. Is that all I've ever been to her? Mary’s babysitter?

I release my clenched fists, and walk away.

I shoot up the stairs, passing Juniper's room. Heavy metal blasting from behind the door. passing Mary’s next, her room is quiet and dark. Reaching the end of the hallway, I pull open my door.

My room is moderately put together. I still have some shelves that need to be hung, and the black out curtains over my windows and skylight will eventually need to be replaced with a more permanent solution. Knowing me, one of these days I’m going to forget to pull them shut and be burnt to a crisp. I collapse on my bed.

My head whirls. I have no idea how I’m going to get Mary under control. The moment she sees Max she might just storm out again, or who knows? She might just straight up attack him.

I rub my face, my mind drifting back to earlier.

Dwayne kept me safe, but I didn't feel safe in that stall. I felt like a trapped rabbit, unable to break away, at the mercy of a predator.

On the other hand, our conversation was deep; he brought out in me this ability to be vulnerable that I have never felt with another person before. He’s solid, and calm, while also being sharp tongued; That mouth of his! I felt like a blushing idiot by the time I stepped into the kitchen.

I don't know what to make of him, but what I've seen so far I definitely don’t dislike…

The sunrise starts to peek through the sides of my curtains.

I close my eyes, and try to drift off to sleep. Imagining warm summer nights, the hum of a motorcycle engine, and deep brown eyes.

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I wake the next night to the sounds of Juniper playing music in her bedroom. It’s quieter than usual, but still loud enough where I could sing along if I wished.

Rolling over, I eye the clock on my bedside table, It reads 7pm. Too early to be up, but I need to go hunt Mary down before she blows it for us both.

Swinging my legs off my bed, I make my way to a box of clothes I have yet to unpack. Pulling out a pair of jeans, and a slightly oversized button down I change out of last night's clothes. My hair is a mess, since I was too lazy to put on a bonnet before falling asleep. I grab a hair clip from my vanity, and throw my curls up.

Opening my door, I make a bee line for Mary’s room. I knock lightly once, knowing she is probably still sleeping. Slowly, I open the door, peeking inside. Mary is asleep on the window seat. No blanket or pillow. Her neck is bent down towards her chest, one of her arms is at an odd angle. I walk to the door that leads to her small balcony and open it to get some fresh night air circulating in the space. The moon light ignites the room in a soft glow. The walls are bare, boxes are half emptied on the floor, and her bed still has not been assembled.

Humph.

She’s really fighting the move this time. Typically she sulks, and avoids us for a few days when we arrive at a new place. But this is different. It’s been a little over two weeks, at the very least she should have unpacked her bedding, maybe painted on a wall Abigail will be pissed at her later for?

I look at her curled up form again on the bench. It’s like she wants to suffer. As much as I am frustrated with Abigail and Mary right now, I just can’t hate her. Maybe it’s the Maker or fledgling bond, maybe I just don’t know when to throw in the towel, but I find myself pulling out a dresser drawer and unpacking some of her clothes.

Mary is pretty simple, so most of her clothing is the same. Lots of blue jeans, soft colored tops, and grey socks. She has a few pops of color here and there. Her mustard yellow jacket for one, and a pair of light blue shoes.

Speaking of, I spot her jacket on the floor. It’s covered in blood. Grabbing, I inspect it closer. It’s going to need a good long soak in a hydrogen peroxide bath but……it will survive. I peer down at Mary, still knocked out, maybe I can clean her jacket in exchange for good behavior?

Yeah, that sounds like a plan.

I turn on my heels, and make my way out of the bedroom, down the hall and stairway. The laundry room is next to the kitchen on the first floor, and has a large stainless steel sink that should work well.

I plug the basin, and turn on the faucet. I reach under, opening the cabinet, pulling a gallon of hydrogen peroxide out. I pour some into the sink, turn the faucet off, and toss the jacket in.

The sound of a door opening breaks the silence, and soft footsteps pad down the hallway.

Turning, I watch Abigail pass the laundry room.

I peek my head out, she takes a seat at our kitchen table.

Hesitantly, I step out, starting to tip toe back to the staircase.

“Since when do you avoid me?”

I pause, turning back towards the kitchen. Abigail isn't looking at me, she just stares straight ahead.

I hover in the kitchen entryway, biting back a snarky reply.

“I’m not avoiding you.”

A small smile forms on Abigail's face.

“You've always been such a horrible liar.” Sighing, she traces the wood grain of the table. “Come sit with me, I will make us tea.” She stands, grabbing the kettle from the stove she turns the faucet on in the sink.

There isn't much room for argument, so I take a seat. I watch as Abigail places the kettle back on the stove, turning the burner on high. She grabs two mugs from the cabinet, and places one in front of me. She then digs around for the sugar and honey, placing those on the table. She takes her seat again, putting both her hands palm down on the table top.

“I know you may think what I’m doing is harsh, but I need Mary to understand that she can’t pull these stunts anymore.” she pauses. “I’m tired of moving, Eliza. I think Santa Carla could be a good, long term home for us, and I can’t have Mary threaten that.”

I don't disagree. We have moved so many times over the years, it’s exhausting. Grabbing the honey, I spoon a little out of the glass jar, into my mug.

“What about Max? It just all feels a little sudden….how did you two meet?” I question.

Abigail smiles, looking down at her hands.

“Well, that's because it was unexpected. I was out looking at a few storefronts for sale on the boardwalk, when Max noticed me through the window of his own store. He walked over, and introduced himself. I was cautious at first, I recognized him as a vampire immediately, and like you have been reminding me, I knew not to trust him.”

Abigail's eyes drift up to meet mine. “But he won me over. We got to talking about our past relationships, he told me about his boys, and some of the troubles courting human women have brought on him. His story was very similar to my own; the last women he pursued almost cost him his boy’s lives, and for a short while he had thought that one of his boys had died, but thankfully the stake had missed his heart by mer inches.”

I look out the window towards the backyard. I wish we had been that lucky.

The kettle whistles, Abigail fetches it, sets it on the table, and adds in some loose leaf tea to the pot.

She continues, “Max is a good man… and joining with another vampire pack offers us more protection.”

She hesitates, looking at me as I stare out the glass into the summer night. Our eyes meet through the reflection. Her brow shifts, as if deciding on something. “I recognize I have done a piss poor job at protecting you three, let me make a change.”

I turn back towards her. I don’t have any words, my mouth is slightly open. This wasn’t how I thought this conversation was going to go. Abigail picks up the kettle, pours tea into my mug and then her’s. Steam rolls up into the air between us.

I open my mouth. Not really sure what to say. “Max seems….” I start….. possessive? Manipulative? Controlling? “Intense.” I decide on.

“He can be. But everyone has their quirks, perfection is an unreasonable standard to hold a partner too.” Abigail says

I take another sip of my tea, and pull my feet up into the chair. I’m not sure what to think of this new Abigail. She seems level headed, and direct. We’ll see if it lasts.

“So, what are we making for dinner?” I quip

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I spend the next hour preparing dinner with Abigail. I pull the nice cobalt blue plates out, with the matching mugs and serving platters, setting them on the dining table to be placed later. Abigail boils water for rice, and takes a few large slabs of steak out of the fridge.

While she rubs salt and herbs into the meat, she asks

“Are any of the vegetables in your garden ready?”

I frown. My little container garden didn't fare too well in the moving van, and I have spent most of the last two weeks trying to keep my tomato plants alive.

“I’ll go look, but no promises.” I push away from the kitchen island, and walk out the back door that leads to the porch. There is a fairly large greenhouse in the back where most of my plants live. It's seen better years, but I have been making repairs here and there to help spruce it up. There's a large hole in the roof, from where a tree branch must have fallen through the glass some time ago.

I make way across the lawn, enjoying the way my bare feet feel in the short grass and how the stars are all out again tonight.

Opening the door to the greenhouse, I step inside. The welcoming smell of earth, and plants pulls me in and wraps around me like an old sweater. My tomatoes are in the back, wrapped in wire cages to help the plants grow upwards and develop strong roots. I run my hands over the branches and vines of the plant, feeling the red bulbs for texture and readiness. As I lose myself in this simple pleasure my mind drifts back to last night.… I feel his breath on my cheek, his large veiny hand on my thigh, the low rumble of his voice when he told me to be quiet, his intense stare….“And what about the fucking?” I feel my cheeks burn, and my stomach tingles. A popping squish sound breaks the silence, and I look down to my hand and see that I have squished a perfectly ripe tomato. Hm, I think I may be the one that needs to get a grip now.

I wipe my hand on my jeans and grab my pliers. I start cutting the ripe fruit off and placing them in a harvest basket.

It’s probably all in my head anyways. Dwayne is an attractive man, he could have anyone he wanted, so why would he choose me? He wouldn't choose me, that's why. I don't have long blond hair, and sharp cheekbones like Mary, or a fun energetic personality like Juniper. I’m just plain Eliza. Who enjoys her very human hobby of gardening. I’m not the one to stand out in the crowd. I’m sure once Dwayne gets to know Mary and Juniper, his interest will shift towards them like usual.

I finish harvesting, and pick up the basket, now full. He was quite the talker last night too, so witty and teasing. I wonder if he ever shuts up.

“You’d be surprised actually.” a voice says

I turn to face the greenhouse entrance. David stands in the entryway.

“He’s actually pretty quiet…. contemplative.” David continues

How did he…..I know I wasn't talking out loud… or was I? David just smirks, his eyes roaming around the glass structure.

“Did you read my mind?” I questioned

David grins.

“What do you think, E?” I roll my eyes already tired of his game, and push past him, walking toward the house. He follows.

“Why are you here?” I press.

“Max told me to meet him.” He responds

“Are you having dinner with us?”

David shrugs.

I look up at the house, and spot Mary looking out her balcony. She watches us as we get closer to the porch. Her eyebrows are furrowed, there is a slight frown on her face.

David follows my line of sight.

“Your sister is risky business.” He muses, staring up at her.

Mary’s frown deepens and she disappears from the window.

David continues “Max only has one rule with us, and that’s never reveal yourself. Your sister broke that rule last night.”

I roll my eyes, “well thankfully we don’t live by Max’s rules.”

“For the time being, yes.” David pauses and tilts his head like he’s listening to something. “Max is head honcho around Santa Carla, and other local supernaturals know not to mess with him. He calls the shots.”

I scoff, and walk up the stairs to the porch, David follows close behind.

“Your sister needs to get her shit in line, or there could be consequences.”

I whirl around, my face inches from his own.

“Are you threatening us?” I practically growl

David’s eyes spark to life, and a sneer grows on his face.

“I’m just telling you how it is, no need to get feisty with me.” David sticks his hands in his pockets, and pushes his shoulders back. “I’ve been with Max for a long time, I know how he operates. He tolerates her actions now, but once he gets comfortable, he will do what he needs to do to keep her in check”

The porch door opens, and Abigail pokes her head out. Her eyebrows shoot up when she spots David, recovering quickly, she offers him a pleasant smile.

“I didn’t know that you were joining Max tonight, David! No worries though we always have more room at our table for you”

Abigail reaches done and grabs the harvest basket from my hands.

“Oh, these tomatoes look delicious, Eliza!” She turns around and walks back into the kitchen.

Following her inside, David and I step into the house.

The kitchen smells like steak, and starch as Abigail dumps the tomatoes into the sink to wash.

David looks around, his eyes a little wide as if shocked.

Our kitchen isn’t the largest we’ve ever had, but it does fit a nice sized kitchen island, dining table, and a gas stove along with the other appliances. The walls are a faded red color that Abigail hates. She's already planning on changing it, the color swatches on the wall as proof. There’s a few house plants scattered about, stacks of plates, cups, and bowls that still have not found their home in a cabinet.

One of Mary’s art pieces is hung up on the wall, next to a family photo of us.

The kitchen has always been my favorite part of any house we have lived in. They feel so alive. Cozy and warm, and yet filled with action and discourse.

I spot a head of dark hair, as Juniper reaches over our dining table placing down silverware and napkins. She looks up, and her eyes grow big as she notices David.

He grins at the reaction.

The doorbell rings.

“Juniper, can you please go get that? It’s probably Max and I need to get these tomatoes in the oven.” Abigail yells, tossing the now cut up tomatoes in an olive oil mixture, with garlic, basil, and feta cheese.

Juniper finishes the last table setting, and walks towards the door. I take the opportunity to slip away from David and find Mary. I quickly stop by the laundry room cursing myself that I forgot her jacket in the hydrogen peroxide bath. But when I get there, her jacket is hung on a hanger, drying by the window. Huh. I grab the jacket, and sneak up the stairs, spotting the top of Max's head in the process.

When I reach Mary’s door, I knock.

A soft “come in” sounds and I slowly open the door.

She's sprawled out on the floor, with paintbrush in hand. The beginnings of a night sky, with red stars peeks out from behind Mary. I could see the outline of what looks like a roller coaster on the horizon.

Her art always takes my breath away, and I know it’s going to take Abigail’s breath away too when she sees Mary has painted on their new hardwood flooring.

Mary looks at me. Her hair is loose about her shoulders, and a few of her ends are dipped in red and blue paint.

“I cleaned your jacket” I say walking to the window seat and laying it down.

“Thank you.”

I sit, facing her.

“I need to talk to you about something”

Mary huffs, setting down her paint brush.

“My favorite activity; a lecture from you.”

Ignoring her commonet I continue,. “I have a feeling that our whole world is about to change. I need you to get on board with that change, real quick.”

Mary remains silent, staring at her painting.

“Max is something different.” I mutter.

At the comment, her gaze flicks up to me, her fists slightly clenching in her lap.

“I know you're angry still, and you have every right to be….you are allowed to be.” I slip off the seat and sit across from her on the floor. “But you need to acknowledge that the dynamic between us all is already shifting. We need to learn how to survive this season with Max in our lives.”

Still, Mary doesn’t say a word.

“I need you to play nice, Mary. And if you can’t do it for yourself, please do it for me and Juniper.” I plead.

“I would do anything for you two.” Mary states, the whites of her eyes turning pink.

A soft smile makes its way onto my face.

“I know you would.”

“I just miss her so much.” She pauses, taking a breath. “I feel like every time we move, we get a little farther from her memory. And that one day, whether it be 50 years from now or 500, I'm going to wake up and not be able to remember what her face looked like.” A tear slides down her cheek.

I place a hand on her shoulder, pulling her close.

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When Mary and I make our way down the stairs and into the kitchen, Max is there fawning over Abigail. David is sitting at the dining room table, as Juniper seems to be berating him with question after question. He looks annoyed, but he answers every one with a calm tone and little attitude. I guess we weren’t the only ones told to keep ourselves in check tonight. Mary walks to the table and slides into a seat next to Juniper.

I turn back towards Max and Abigail. Abigail has platted the steak and rice on large platters.

“I can bring these out” I vocalize, lifting the two platters up

“Oh yes…thank you Eliza.” Abigail says absentmindedly, as she watches Max bend over, pulling the tomatoes out of the oven.

Gross.

I place the food on the dining room table, and take a seat next to David, leaving the heads of the table for Abigail and Max.

“So, is it true you guys are in a gang? I heard that you were, but I’ve never heard of a vampire gang before!” Juniper questions

David, his face now in his hand, responds “who told you we were in a gang?”

“I overheard Dwyane tell Eliza last night.”

I choke.

“you were eavesdropping on me?” I shout softly

Juniper grins like a Cheshire Cat. “How could I not? You two were having a very interesting conversation.” She wiggles her eyebrows.

I can feel my face turn red.

David, now very interested in the conversation, looks to Juniper

“And what were they talking about, sweet thing?”

I can’t tell which, but Juniper's eyes fill with glee at either the use of the pet name or the thought of embarrassing me further. She opens her mouth to respond, but before she can get a word out I use my talent, slapping her against the cheek from across the table.

To anyone else, it looks like a ghost had slapped her. Mary lets out a laugh and Juniper stands from her seat, eyeing me. I can feel the temperature in my body begin to heat as she turns my body temp up. Sweat quickly beads down my neck and face, and my arms flush.

“Ladies, ladies. No fighting at the table.” Max says as he carries the serving dish of roasted tomatoes.

Juniper stops, flopping back into the chair with an angry pout.

David looks around at us, shocked.

Mary smirks, “what? Did you think we were completely defenseless?”

David shakes his head “I suspected that you all had strong talents, just didn't know that they were that…..”

“Dangerous?” Mary quips

“Useful?” Juniper adds

“Powerful?” I boast.

“Well, I guess we have to give you a true demonstration of our power sometime…maybe on a hunt?” Mary challenged.

Juniper, nodding her head already in excitement, shouts “oh yes!”

“No.” Max interrupts

We all look at him.

“I don’t want you all hunting together, yet.” He finishes

“And why is that?” Mary hisses, narrowing her eyes

I feel the shift in energy then. Like a still, foggy night right before lightning strikes.

Mary eyes Max down; Max does not drop her gaze.

Oh no.

“I think I actually agree with Max,” I blurt out. All eyes now turn to me.

Mary gives me an annoyed look, and Abigail looks shocked at my agreement.

“Hunting is such a deep part of our nature, it’s almost….intimate. I’m not ready to share that part of myself with anyone outside Abigail and my sisters yet.”

The tension releases. Mary’s shoulder slump, she leans against the back of her chair.

“A wise choice, Eliza.” Max offers as he starts to serve the food. “Especially from someone relatively young for a vampire. I can see now why Abigail says you're the voice of reason.”

The rest of the dinner goes relatively smoothly, besides the few times I pinched Mary or kicked her under the table when I could see the gears turning in her head.

Abigail and Max made polite conversation with us. Abigail asked David what he “does for fun” and he answered with the vague and yet unsettling reply of “people watching.”

When it was all said and done, and the table was cleared, Max and Abigail bid us goodbye, going out for a night cap. Leaving Mary, Juniper, David, and I alone.

Once the door shuts, Mary jumped from her seat and made her way to her room mumbling something about us not disturbing her.

Juniper sat on the floor of the living room thumbing through a magazine, making little comments here and there as she read.

I could hear her from the kitchen, where I was doing the dishes, David sitting at the kitchen table watching me like a creep.

“Are you just going to stare? Or are you going to help?” I ask, placing one of the platters in the dishwasher.

David smirks and pulls out a cigarette. He sticks it in his mouth and goes to light it.

I scoff at his brashness. “Are you seriously going to smoke in here? Abigail’s going to lose her shit, if she comes home and her kitchen smells like tobacco.”

He rolls his eyes, standing up from the table. He wedges open the porch door and sticks his head out back and forth in between puffs.

“Much better” I say as I place the last dish.

He scoffs.

“Why are you still here?” I ask. I’m surprised he didn’t scurry off as soon as Max left.

“What? You don’t like my company?”

I open my mouth to respond.

“No, I bet you would prefer Dwayne’s.”

My eyes quickly dart out the window, I can feel my cheeks heat up. Strong arms, and warm breaths on my cheek invade my mind.

“Ah, there it is.” David purrs.

I pinch the bridge of my nose, “I don’t know what you're talking about. I barely know Dwayne, I barely know any of you.”

David pokes his head out again, placing the cigarette to his lips. He inhales, holding the smoke in his mouth, blowing it out.

“So, when do you and the girls head out to your own place for the night?” David drawls

I look at him confused. Did he and the others not live with Max? I thought that was the norm for vampires and their sires.

“We live here, with Abigail.”

David now looks confused.

I point upstairs, “we have our own rooms, there just on the second floor. Do you guys not live with Max?”

“No”

“Then where do you live?”

“We have our own place.”

“How descriptive.” I say rolling my eyes

David shrugs, and finishes his cigarette. He sticks his hands in his pockets, still standing near the propped door, eyes on me.

“I’m sorry those bastards scared you last night. It won’t happen again. Once people start to see you girls with us they will know to leave you alone.”

The statement feels out of pocket, like he had been waiting to say that all night. I awkwardly shift from foot to foot. Why are they so concerned about me feeling safe around them? Why should they care?

“Well, we are grounded for a month, so I don’t think that will be happening anytime soon.”

“Damn, is that because of Mary?” He asks

I don't want to blame Mary for all of this. They already have a bad impression of her.

“No, we all have been getting on Abigail’s nerves lately. It was bound to happen sooner or later. Besides, there are far worse punishments than being stuck in the house for four weeks.”

David shivers, shaking his shoulders as if to get rid of the sensation.

“Yea, there definitely is.” He leans away from the door frame.

“I should head out. The boys are waiting for me. I’ll let Dwayne know you said hi” he smirks

“I, wait, no!” but he leaves before I can stammer out the rest of my protest.

A moment passes, and David sticks his head back through the porch door.

“Meet us tomorrow night, on the boardwalk.” it's not a question. It feels more like an order.

I open my mouth to remind him that I’m grounded, when he leaves again.

What a menace.

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I now have an alt account where I will post random things and talk about nonsensical ideas. If that sounds interesting have a go at it: @starfall-calamity >:}

#it'll be like stupid photos or memes n stuff too #just like. whatever i feel like posting & not clogging up other peoples feeds & notifications #also this isn't me losing interest in HMS/CJ at all i just wanna separate posts easier #like trust me. if i wanted to leave this interest i wouldve a LONG time ago. im stuck here & jash WONT let me out #its like those comments under the “does it sound familiar?” video #were all trapped in his basement & he wont let us go #yelling & screaming but all he does flip me the bird an call me a loser. while occasionally throwing a song at my skull #it is my only source of sustenance help #/j #moss post #also i realized i end up posting a fair bit under the cj tag [especially if you add the incorrect quotes. lyrics. & headcanons blog]#so i wanna post stuff without tags. so its not all cluttered #maybe im just overthinking things but oh well #overthinking is my main hobby after all/j

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amoristt · 2 years ago

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since you write for dbd now, can you write a drabble about frank (legion) finding reader in the trials, he used to know her and had feelings for her? can be dubcon/nsfw/sfw whatever you want!

yes yes yes ye sye sye sys yes

- gn! reader . NSFW . noncon referenced but if there's a continuation it'll be dubcon! - as always comments/reblogs are appreciated! - want to support me? heres my kofi!

Run, Rabbit | Frank Morrison/Reader

You don't know how it happened.

One moment, you're at work, mindlessly sweeping the floors of the supermarket you worked at like all the other drones employees around you. Time was ticking by astronomically slow and a part of you just wanted to throw your broom down and waltz out. Money be damned.

The last memory you could recall was heading towards the supply room to retrieve cleaning supplies and then… Nothing.

Nothing, and then, it was cold. It was damp, with harsh winds ruffling the fabric of your work uniform. You were outside standing in the middle of what looked like a road that had definitely seen some better days. The streetlight over head flickered in spasms and offered little light. From what you could make out, with narrowed eyes and dilating pupils, you seem to have found yourself planted in the middle of an abandoned town.

Kidnaping had crossed your mind, along with a million other horrific thoughts.

Would anyone even know where to look for you?

With little exploring along the looming walls of the 'town' you found what seemed to be a massive, electric gate. No power, and no way to climb out, so you took to exploring the town further. A certain… Dread filled you.

You couldn't put your finger on it but you swore you were being watched.

Feeling more prey than human you sauntered about, and used what little technician knowledge you'd learned over the years to tinker with generators in the hopes of powering your escape. It had been going well- until it wasn't. One wrong wire and boom. You were off like a bat out of hell.

The way your blood turned to ice when you heard a second set of footsteps behind you was criminal.

Heart in your throat, your fight or flight pumping shockwaves of adrenaline through your veins, your lungs heaving as you ran without even daring to lookback. You didn't have to. Awful, evil energy chased you- practically nipped at your heels. Mind screaming, eyes searching in desperation for somewhere to hide, you could have cried when you found yourself trapped in a corner of those tall, tall walls. Only then did you whip around to face your attacker.

A white, dirty mask adorned by a tall skinny figure has your breath hitching in your throat.

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Frank could have jumped for joy when he heard the delightful sound of an explosion merely yards away. It was like Christmas day- like a gift from god. His blade was hungry in his hand, his eyes searching through the familiar darkness for the survivor.

Excitement vibrated on his skin when he saw the faintest form of a figure in the mist.

His pace picked up, and he gained on you faster than you'd thought possible. In mere moments he was less than a foot away, practically able to reach out, grab your hair and rip you to his feet. But, Frank's always found he loves the chase. He lets you get a couple feet on him, he lets you think you have a chance.

He lets you run yourself into a corner like a frightened rabbit.

And god, when you turn to look at him, with those big doe-like eyes and a trembling lower lip, he knows why the Entity had brought him here. He takes a pause of appreciation for a few seconds while you stumble backwards. When your feet hit the wall behind you, he drinks in your appearance, clicks his tongue tauntingly, and twirls his blade in his hands. Your fear ridden voice reaches him like a song.

A song that he finds himself… Recognizing.

From behind his mask, he narrows his eyes. He knows you- he's sure of it. Somehow…

It clicks somewhere in his brain when he really looks at you- past the fear, past the shaking fingers and the sheen of sweat over your skin. A wiry smile forms on his lips and he can't help but laugh to himself deep in his chest. The sound brings waves of terror that he can see course through you.

Years it's been since he's last seen you, he thinks. He'd been in this place for so long he isn't even sure. Maybe it was years, maybe it was decades, even. All he knew was that no matter how long it had been, you were here now, standing before him and completely at his non-existent mercy. He'd always been fond of you since he'd met you in Ormond. You were a free thinker, treading on the darker side of the moon just like him. You saw the cracks in humanity, saw the world through his very same lenses.

He loved your fiery spirit, your impenetrable will.

And, most of all, he loved how he just knew he could tear it all down.

But he'd never got the chance. Your parents had damn near grabbed you by the scruff of your neck and dragged you to a different, safer city once they'd learned the types of people their child had been hanging out with. The types of influences you'd been around. He'd always felt a strange, out of place sadness at never even getting to figure out where you'd been taken.

Or maybe it wasn't so much sadness, as it was disappointment he hadn't really gotten the chance to corrupt you.

You were the one that got away.

Until now, that was. Because now you were here practically fucking gift wrapped for him, like the Entity was rewarding him for his devious behavior.

You're watching every movement he makes, pupils searching frantically for his line of sight, hands clasped at your heaving chest. It make's him giddy.

Frank can't hold back the snarky laugh that escapes him when he takes in your outfit, noting the corporate companies logo. If only your past self could see you now, they'd be sorely disappointed. But, surely that didn't matter. Not now.

Smoothly, he dangles his knife out to his side, before he lets it go. It thuds to the ground, abandoned. It offers little comfort to you, he notices, seeing your worried expression eye the knife before trailing back up to his mask. If he had a little more decency, he'd feel almost a bit bad for you. But, he doesn't, so… He doesn't.

After all, why deny himself of something he'd always wanted?

His figure looms over yours, a light behind him casting a deep shadow over your shrinking form. The outline of you vibrates as you shake fiercely before him. His fingers twitch to touch you, and something below his belt does too. His blood is hot under his skin as he imagines all of the things he wants to do you.

A part of Frank wants to rush in- tear away the layers of clothing keeping you covered and collapsing your shaking knees to the dirt, rip at your hair and force you to choke him down. Or, perhaps, use his trusty knife to drag weeping lines down your exposed flesh, have you cry out and squirm underneath him. The thought makes him shiver in need.

Or, he could take his time. A bit unlike him, sure, but this was a special occasion.

He could play it slow, drag the pads of his fingers up your arms, to the dips of your collar bones. Witness every last goosebumps in it's wake.

He could flatten the palms of his hands and slide it up your shirt until you're the one trying to take it off. Trace the outline of your arousal through your thin underwear until those terrified shakes turn into ones of want. And he knows he could do it, too.

Oh, he could work you until you're practically begging for him to take you.

Mind racing, eager arousal bubbling within him, he brings a hand up to your face and pats your cheek before he flattens his palm against your flesh. It's dewy, hot.

Soft.

Gently, he caresses you, thump rubbing saccharine circles into your skin. You barely flinch away, eyes fixated on him with a panting breath ghosting past your lips.

Frank grins to himself.

Talk about fun.

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Exile: A Nosferatu Fanfic

Chapter 17

‘Cause you never gave a warning sign! (I gave so many signs!)

She wandered around Wisburg, still trying to wrap her head around everything she just saw, everything she just heard. The pain was dulled but it was there. Ellen was sad, but she knew she shouldn’t be. Thomas was safe, he was remarried with a family. He was happy. Surely she should’ve been too…

Her mind was wandering as she did, Ehre at her side as usual. The wolfhound whined softly and nuzzled her hand, to which Ellen softly pet him.

“It’s alright…I’ll be okay” she assured him, Ellen’s tone somber, as if she was trying to tell herself more than the dog.

“I assume you saw him” a familiar voice cut through her wandering mind.

Ellen turned and there he was: Professor Van Franz, looking a little older than perhaps she had left him, his once graying hair turned almost white. He looked blind in one eye. In his arms was one of his many cats, a long haired one he named Nostradamus. Ellen’s own eyes softened. She tried to smile, but it was laced with that pain that struck so deep.

“You can…see me, professor?” Ellen asked.

“As spirits can see each other, yes��.

She blinked, her eyes saddening at the realization. “I’m so sorry”.

“Don’t be. I am more than what I was” Von Franz told her, approaching slowly, “I never thought I’d see you again, my dear”.

“I didn’t think I’d get to come back”.

“You escaped him” he stated more than questioned.

Ellen shook her head. “He…he let me go. Somewhat. For a day at least”.

The professor nodded. “A black mirror I assume?”

Ellen nodded. “Yes sir. I only have the rest of today”.

“Then we will stay until he comes for you”.

The two spirits sat down to talk. Ehre and Nostradamus laid down by the bench, peaceful as their masters. Von Franz softly held Ellen’s hand, his eyes gentle and sympathetic.

“It took him a long time. He visited your grave every day before he met his new wife” he told her.

“I saw his daughter. He named her after me”.

“I’m aware. She was born shortly before my passing. Seviers is the godfather”.

“How is he?”

“Doing well. He’s become quite the advocate for mental health…and has somewhat started taking up my mantle. After what happened to you, he started training himself. He intends to pass it on to little Ellen, so she’ll know how to keep herself safe”.

“She could see me too” Ellen noted.

“Children have a keener sense for the supernatural. Similar to animals but not as strongly. Their minds aren’t as clouded as adults” the professor explained, “But she could also have powers like yours”.

“Why haven’t you” Ellen paused a moment, “Why haven’t you gone to the Otherworld? What holds you here?”.

Von Franz looked thoughtful for a moment. ‘There’s still much to learn about this world before I’m ready to see the other side. I want to see what the world becomes. What it has to offer”.

Ellen smiled a little. “That does sound like something you’d do”.

“What’s the other side like?” he asked.

“It’s a place of memory. Our memories make it up. Things that we hold on to, things not so soon forgotten. You learn about yourself there. It’s like this one just…colder I guess”.

“And you’re trapped with him?”

“We died together and it was what the covenant called for. And we’ve actually helped each other. We’ve learned a lot. He wasn’t always a monster. Not always” Ellen shook her head, “His isn’t my story to tell, but-”

Von Franz raised a hand. “Then by all means, don’t tell me. I may learn these things in time. And I’d prefer to learn them myself”.

Ellen nodded. “I understand…I do hope you learn all that you want, and when your time comes…I do hope we cross paths again”.

“I have no doubt we will someday, dear” he looked over at the setting sun, “It’s almost time. Time for you to return”.

“He’ll be here when the night comes. We still have some time”.

“Sadly not much. And he will definitely be less than pleased to see me”.

Ellen chuckled. “I think he’d be fine with you. If it wasn’t for you gaining the knowledge you did, for keeping Thomas away, we never would’ve been freed. Besides…it isn’t like any of us have anything left to lose”.

“Be that as it may, I’m still probably the last spirit he’d want you to see” he chuckled, “I’m glad you’re well, despite everything”.

“It hasn’t been easy. Orlok isn’t exactly the easiest to get along with, but recently things have been better. We have a better understanding of each other, helping one another with our attachments”.

“Attachments?”.

“The things that haunt us. Past loves, regrets…things of that nature” Ellen explained.

“So ghosts do linger due to regrets” Von Franz looked at her, his eyes soft.

“Well, it’s a little different actually. The Otherworld…Well, you said not to tell you”.

The professor gave her a nod of approval. “I will learn what you mean once I arrive. There’s just…still so much left to see in this world. So much to experience”.

Ellen smiled knowingly. His Other World was going to be immense, though she wasn’t sure if his memories as a spirit would be added to it. What an interesting thought though…she’d have to ask Orlok about it later. They sat together in a comfortable silence, watching the world go by from that bench as they watched the sun start to go down.

“Where will you go now?” Ellen asked, turning to face him.

“Wherever I will now. The living get it wrong, believing us trapped. We are not. We are the freest we’ve ever been” Von Franz stood, retrieving Nostradamus, “I hope you have everything you’ve ever wished for, my dear. You deserve to rest well, after all the hell the world put you through”.

“Thank you. I promise you, I’m safe in the Other World” she assured him.

Von Franz politely bowed his head and turned to leave. Ellen watched the professor and his cat walk among the graves before they disappeared from sight, off to greater and more wondrous things.

“Until we meet again, my friend…” she said, gently petting Ehre as the sun disappeared beyond the horizon.

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box-architecture · 10 months ago

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I was rereading some of your stuff on Ao3, and went “huh. I know Sapnap kidnaps Dream out of a misguided idea of what’s happening at one point, but how does that all go? How did Dream react? What was Sapnap like?”

So now I’m asking you. At 12:20 am. I have class in 7.5 hours!

Okay so we're going to ignore how long this has been sitting in my drafts, half answered. Okay? Okay. Awesome

So at some point during the Discovery Of Many Kinks (because when you're having a weird poly relationship with your former Warden, you're going to try a bunch of different things. For Science) awesamdrunz attempt to do a sex tape. It gets left around and found within like three days. By Sapnap.

So of course because of burning curiosity he has to watch the mysterious tape to see whats on it.

Then the only reason he kept watching was shock and also trying to figure out who the hell the third person was, why they looked familiar but also what the hell happened to them. Fun ways to find out your former best friend wasn't lying when he said he was horrifically tortured by your kind-of finance: finding his sex tape.

And listen, originally it was a fun crack idea to have him see this relationship nonsense where awesamdrunz was basically fucking in sex dungeons (made by Sam) after kidnappings, and decided that this was actually a really good template to fix his own relationship. He ends up trapping Quackity and Karl in what might be a previously unused sex dungeon!

(Resounding success: both of his boyfriends did not murder each other (due to bars in between them) and even spoke to each other in order to escape. This is the most progress he's had in months.)

But then! Alternate Idea! Sapnap sees the sex tape and (honestly not unfairly given his prior knowledge) believes Punz & Sam are at minimum, pressuring Dream into this relationship, and somehow this is a worse crime than murder. No wonder Dream couldn't stay in the prison! (Which. Not inaccurate.) So Sapnap sets about needing to find and protect Dream.

Sapnap finds Dream, and tries to convince him that he'll protect him. Dream is confused about what Sapnap saw, and has a tough time refuting anything. He also does really miss his friend. So he,,, doesn't really fight when Sapnap takes him to a secondary location.

"The windows are nice. Not as defensible, but you'll know if the enemy approaches." Dream commented, staring at the cloud-covered sea.

Sapnap laughed nervously, pulling open kitchen cupboards. "Yeah, I don't know. There shouldn't be any way for someone to find us out here though; its not like I told anyone where we were going."

Dream pursed his lips, but said nothing, eyes following the way the waves crashed against the shitty boardwalk Sapnap cobbled together half asleep. He figured Dream wouldn't want to be cooped up in the cottage all the time, not after… everything, so they could go sit out on the beach and fish, maybe, or go look for seashells. They hadn't built a sandcastle since they were kids, either, so it would definitely be something fun to try. Just like old times.

The wheat was crumbling in his hands, so Sapnap quickly tossed it on the counter.

"Are you hungry?" He called out, trying for a bit more cheer. Dream's gaze pulled to his, and Sapnap began pulling more ingredients out on the granite. "I know I'm not usually the person who cooks, but I've been getting into it lately! I made rabbit stew for Karl the other day, and he didn't even make a face when he was chewing."

He didn't really think about the potatoes as he dumped them into the sink, but he did notice the way Dream flinched, drawing in on himself and towards the doorway.

"Dream?"

"Just…" Dream looked back out into the sea. His fingers, what remained of them, dug into the fabric of his pants. "Nothing with potatoes. Please."

Sapnap felt his anxiety roll like the tide.

"Yeah, dude, that's cool. Doesn't sound appealing right now anyway." He said uncertainly. Dream's shoulders relaxed marginally, but Sapnap still felt off. "Anything you're in the mood for, though? Beet soup? Cheese sandwich?"

"Whatever you cook is fine." Dream reassured him. A brittle, but teasing edge appeared in his smile. "Unless you somehow got worse at baking bread."

He had, but god forbid would he ever admit to that. He grinned, and sat up on the counter. "Oh, like you're so good at it. I tried your stupid 'Everything' bread, and it tasted like ash."

"You turned off the timer and it burned."

"Well maybe next time don't leave random timers on the oven and expect anyone to know what they're for."

"Maybe next time you should assume its there for a reason and not touch it." Dream said in exasperation. Sapnap stuck his tongue out, and Dream threw his hands up, exiting the kitchen. He was so dramatic, Sapnap thought fondly.

Its a lot of Sapnap attempting to reestablish their previous connection and realizing how much Dream has changed, and staring at the scars when he thinks Dream isn't looking. He gets Super Protective and promises he wont let anything else happen to him. Dream is instinctively upset (why now, why does it matter now, why do you care, I am Perfectly Fine) but its one of his People and he is So Tired.

Sapnap is sorta kinda keeping Dream with him. It's not exactly against Dream's will, but it's also like, if Dream could walk out the door and come back later without Sapnap freaking out he'd rather do that. But Sapnap is freaking out, and seems to believe that there is a credible threat against Dream if he leaves. Given Sapnap's previous relationship with Quackity, Dream is willing to believe he might know something and that alone makes him anxious enough that he wants to stay.

Sapnap gets more horrified the longer he's with Dream (Dream flinches under his touches, his fingers are gone, Dream makes a snide comment about Quackity when Sapnap asks about the scars,) and this only convinces him more that clearly he needs to be protecting Dream. Sapnap expresses a lot of fury towards Sam, and Dream doesn't have any good arguments against it. There's a lot of stuff that he just sorta, decided to ignore, and now that coming back up is messing with him.

They get into a brief yelling match when Dream gets tired of what he presumes is pity and fake behavior, and it ends with Sapnap holding Dream to keep him from leaving or collapsing.

(The irony(?) of Dream comforting Sapnap for most of his life only for them to switch places in this moment is not lost on him.)

He gets to snuggle with him under the covers and gets a kiss on the chin (Dream is half asleep, and thinking about how much he missed him.)

Meanwhile, Punz is going to Murder Sapnap.

Punz has no context for why Sapnap took Dream so he is assuming Sapnap is going to attempt to imprison Dream again (after failing to kill him) and while he is 100 percent confident in Dreams abilities he also is aware that Sapnap is one of Dreams People and therefore capable of hurting Dream emotionally. Hurting Dream is Not Allowed.

Sam is having a panic attack because Dream isn't within sight line and isn't with Punz and therefore everything is Wrong and Bad in his world.

When you finally get a confrontation between Sam and Sapnap (because at this point, they don't know that Sapnap knows about Punz, so Sam is going in first), Sapnap responds viciously, tearing into Sam both for the scars on Dream's body, but also stating he knew they were fucking, and there's no way that's even remotely acceptable given the position of power Sam had (he's not wrong. this is a true statement of fact for everything that occurred prior to the prison break. it's just that things got weird after that). Sam has no good rebuttal, and faced with violence from Sap, has to flee. He's left shaken from everything.

Dream: listen he may have enabled my torture and abuse, and starved and isolated me, and accepted sexual favors from me while being in a position of power over me But he's also a very sad wet cat of a man, and I'm a control freak

Punz tries to talk with Sapnap on slightly less,,, angry grounds? On his part. Knowing about the interaction with Sam, he feels better about the fact Dream is probably safe and Sapnap probably has good reason for what he's doing.

To be clear though, Sapnap is furious with Punz. Right out of the gate he reveals he knows Punz was involved. At first, he's assuming that Punz was paid off to help Sam, but Punz decides "fuck it" and reveals at least part of things. He explains he was working with Dream after the prison break, that he felt bad for betraying him, and that they had a relationship. Dream wanted to involve Sam post-prison, Punz was against it, but wanted Dream to be safe.

Sapnap: you're forcing him to do this! Punz: I DON'T EVEN WANT HIM TO BE DOING THIS Sam: >:(

Sapnap needs to take some time to processes that, but he then presses to clarify; Dream and Sam had a relationship while Dream was in prison? Yes.

Sam had a hand in the torture and Dream's condition? Also yes.

After he broke out, despite all of this, Dream still felt like he wanted to return to Sam? Yes.

Sapnap: And you LET him?!

Punz doesn't have a good answer for that, other than Dream is his own person, and Punz can't stop him from doing what he wants with his life. To which Sapnap responds, yes you can motherfucker

It's a very fundamentally rift in their two perspectives. Punz, particularly post-prison, couldn't morally justify restricting Dream or telling him how to life his life or cope. Sapnap, thinks that Dream was not in a position to make a choice like that.

Punz doesn't have a good answer for that, it's the exact thing he's been feeling guilty over. So he ends up leaving, Not for forever. Just to think.

Meanwhile, Dream overheard everything. He now understands what Sapnap is seeing as the "real issue" (or at least, the current threat at hand), and he knows that he's going to make his own choice here.

Dream: I understand that my decisions are problematic but have you ever considered that I've made my choices and will continue to make them, even if you don't agree Sapnap: NO

Dream tells Sapnap gently that he's leaving now. He wants to go back. Sapnap doesn't want him to, he makes fair arguments about how much Dream could be hurt here. Dream understands, but he's also an adult, and he's decided what he wants. He's forgiven his stupid creeper hybrid boyfriend. It might not make sense to, but he has. It's his choice in the end.

Sapnap doesn't like it, there's a long people where he's just holding Dream and in tears. He's apologized a lot. For leaving Dream there. He says it again for good measure. Dream gives him a soft kiss on the forehead and he doesn't say it's okay, but he does say that he loves him. That it will be okay.

Dream has to go now, but he promises to come back, they set a time and they get to just spend time together. Talking about things one at a time.

(Sapnap and Dream see each other a lot now, as he slowly enters Dream's life again. Occupying his space and checking up on him and fretting. They get more kisses, more cuddles in bed. Once a week they come back to their little cottage and grow something that isn't what they used to have, but its still good, and its full of love.)

Later, Dream will be reassuring Punz that he made the best choices he could make, sighing and pulling Sam out of his prison depression hole. Kidnapping once again proves to be a great way to solve problems.

#ask boxed #communication knife au #Punz stopping Dream and attempting to control his decisions so early on after prison I think would have fucked Dream up more than anything #so even if Dreams decisions were shit Punz did his best and I love him #I probably missed some things but I'll edit this later if so

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pip-n-chips · 2 years ago

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How about being Harper's favourite fucking menace though? Fighting everything he does tooth and nail, in a straightjacket every night, getting other patients to distract the orderlies so you can beat his ass... No matter what he does, it doesn't break down your spirit. It's infuriating, he just can't get his hands on you. he might have to use more... sinister methods...

YES YES AND YES!! also this didn't go in the direction I planned it to go, but here's something for you regardless

Harper absentmindedly drums his fingers against the wooden desk as he looks through patient files, the room filled with silence aside from the occasional clicking of his computer mouse. His fingers halt upon reaching your name.

Harper considers himself a patient man, and in his line of work it's absolutely crucial to be. But even the best of men lose their patience, and his is running very, very thin.

His eye twitches.

The reason?

You.

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You you you, of course it's you. He's dealt with patients in the past who didn't, ah,, favor his methods, but he's never met anyone quite like you before.

You're always resisting, always fighting. You just don't know when to quit, to give in, and it drives him mad. If you were anyone else, he would have accepted the loss and sent you over to Remy's, made you their problem, but no.

He couldn't. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't.

Because something about you draws him in; he wants to study you, get inside your head. He wants to fix you. He's not meant to be the bad guy in your story, why can't you see it? He can help you, he can make you feel all better, but you can't fucking see it yet.

Harper leans back in his chair and takes off his glasses to drag a hand over his face, frustrated. His attention shifts to the familiar tightness in his pants, and he glances down at his crotch.

He can't deny the effect you have on him, however.

Every snarky comment, every demand. Every kick and every scream. Everytime you shake yourself out of the trance he put you in, everytime you deny deny deny...

Oh,

you sweet little thing.

You must think it's wearing him down, bit by bit, but you'd be such a fool to think so. All it does is make him want you more and more and more. He can't lie and say a part of him doesn't like how you've been fighting him, because you give him a challenge. You give him a kind of thrill he's never felt before.

God, you're such a tease.

He wants to tame the untameable, cure the incurable. You are the mouse to his cat, and he wants to chase you down and show you what he can really do. And once he has you in his grip, he's never, ever going to let you go.

The tightness is almost unbearable now. Harper's belt clinks as he hastily removes it and unzips his fly. His cock is soon in his hand, the tip already dribbling with precum. He shakily lets out the breath he's been holding onto as he starts to stroke.

How do you tame a mouse? Do you give it cheese? What would be your cheese? Do you trap it? Maybe he should toss you into the quiet room again- but ah. Last time he left you there for too long, he saw you back in town after a while of searching here. He still hasn't figured out how you managed to get past security. Or the cameras. What a sneaky little bastard, you are.

He loves it.

Maybe he should throw you in a rigged maze, one you can never solve. One you can never escape. It'd wear you down until you come to him begging. But would you even ask for help? Maybe he could deprive you of everything except the basic necessities until you're forced accept his help, it'd teach you to be humble. You fight so much to maintain your broken yet incredible mind, so he couldn't imagine you giving up completely.

His breath quickens as he lets his thoughts run wild, the room filling up with his desperate grunts and the slick sound of skin rubbing against skin as he gets more and more aroused.

That could work, and he has a separate property in mind to keep you. Well- technically Remy owns it, but it's been unused for a while, and he's sure he could pull some strings to make it work. He's going to make sure he's all you see, all you feel. You'll be so starved for any type of interaction, you'll practically be begging for his cock inside you- any hole of his choosing. He'll drug and tie you up so you can't fight anymore, and you'll finally see just how much he can help you. How much you need him, and how much he needs-

Harper suddenly convulses, thick ropes of semen spurting from his cock, splattering on his desk. He sinks into his chair, panting, waiting for his mind to clear.

Only you could get him so hot and bothered like this. Only you can give him this kind of reaction. You must be doing this on purpose, this must be your plan. To rile him up, to tempt him. The way you fight, the way you look at him... You're asking for it, surely- It's all a cry for attention. You're playing games with him, hoping you'll lose. You just don't want to admit it, because if you did, you'd have to face the truth. And you and him both know that you prefer your little lies.

How could someone so strong be so cowardly?

Harper reaches into a drawer for wipes and begins to clean up the mess resulting from,, his activities. He thought he got all of it, but upon looking up he sees some managed to land on the computer screen, right on the image of your face.

Would you look at that...

A low chuckle escapes past his lips as he leans forward. His breath his hot against his face as he caresses your image and wipes it clean with his thumb. He wonders what it would be like, cumming on you like this. (You'd hate it with a burning passion, but he'll teach you to love it. Just like how he'll teach you to love him.)

He's itching to find out, but he can wait.

It won't be too long now, anyway.

(Not long at all...)

If you want to keep playing your little games of fighting and denying and teasing and pretending- then that's fine!

He'll play too.

It'll just make his prize upon winning that much sweeter.

#degrees of lewdity #dol #harper the doctor #dol harper #ask #thirsty #pippywrites

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🎁 Recently Read Fics - December 2023 🎁

These are all the amazing fics I read over the past month (from shortest to longest). Don’t forget to leave kudos and comments to show the authors your appreciation if you read any of these! ❤️

🎁 A Green Christmas by @tommokat (871, T)

A short, sweet snapshot of Niall and Shawn’s first holiday season living together.

🎁 to wake up by your side is all I wanna do by @beardyboyzx (1k, G)

Sometimes, Niall still thinks about the way Zayn’s laugh sounds when they watch TV and Niall makes up fake answers for whatever quiz show they’re watching.

🎁 Oh Christmas Three by @tommokat (1k, M)

A birthday surprise goes awry. Louis doesn’t understand. Harry blames the oven.

🎁 make my wish come true by @voulezloux (2k, NR)

the one where all harry wants for christmas is lou

🎁 Baby, please come home by @iysics (2k, T)

Breaking into his neighbour's house wasn't on Harry's Christmas checklist.

🎁 Stuck in Midnight Traffic by @letthemusicmoveyou28 (3k, M)

the one where two broken people meet in an empty tube car on Christmas Eve. Can they find a way to heal each other?

🎁 All The Way Home I’ll Be Warm by @justanothershadeofblue (3k, T)

Harry & Louis jokingly send out holiday cards together as friends, and now everyone is congratulating them for finally getting together. A 5+1 fic, for Christmas.

🎁 Santa Baby (one little thing I really need) by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed (3k, T)

When Louis himself had first heard those words - all the nurses at the A&E have a secret line to Santa’s sleigh on Christmas Eve-, not nearly long enough ago to be considered a child himself, but long enough that he hadn't really felt like an adult all the time, he’d laughed them off. Thought they were sweet, of course, but just a line, something said to appease the kids who ended up having to stay overnight. Something to explain the presents that parents brought to the hospital on Christmas morning, or that were waiting for them at home, if they were lucky not to have to stay any longer.

Something that would allow a little bit of Christmas spirit in the sometimes sterile rooms of the hospital.

But that was before he’d met him.

🎁 A Christmas at Home by @parmahamlarrie (3k, T)

After meeting his boyfriend in the emergency room, not having Louis home for Christmas Eve (and his birthday) was not a big surprise to Harry. What he didn't expect was just how hard that would be on his six year old son, Arlo.

Or, the one where Arlo wants nothing more than to celebrate Louis' birthday with him, and Harry hates having to be the parent who says no.

🎁 I Saw Several Angels in the Self Help Section by @londonfoginacup (3k, G)

Zayn and Louis are soulmates.

They're also missing some soulmates.

For extra flavour, it's Christmas.

🎁 Elf on the Shelf Suprise by @megz1985 (6k, T)

Liam brings home an Elf on the Shelf to surprise his and Zayn's toddler with Christmas magic, but things don't go as planned when she's completely terrified of her new Christmas friend.

🎁 The Busker by @chelsea-frew (7k, T)

A snowstorm has trapped artist Louis at home on his birthday--Christmas Eve--and on Christmas. Louis anticipates a lonely holiday. A mysterious stranger appears on Christmas morning, however, and Louis doesn't have to spend the day alone. But where did the man come from? Why does he seem familiar? It's a Christmas mystery.

🎁 Lonely Cards Club by @hellolovers13 (25k, T)

Harry's life in Cardiff is rather uneventful. Until he receives a strange Christmas postcard.

It gets even stranger when he finds another one the next day.

An Advent story about missed opportunities and second chances.

🎁 You Ain’t Gotta Feel Fear Just Mingle by @londonfoginacup (32k, T)

Harry has been at his dream job for less than three months, and he knows two things for sure; first, his project manager doesn't know what he's doing, and second, someone in the office is apparently pure evil, and no one will tell Harry who it is.

Oh, and the guy who works in conservation at the other end of the building is the most beautiful man Harry's ever seen, even when wielding a hot iron as a weapon.

Happy Christmas, here's to many more.

🎁 Snow In Love by @lululawrence (33k, NR)

Harry and Louis are best friends and have been for basically as long as they can remember. For the first time since middle school, they are both single for the holidays leaving them with the brilliant idea to take each other as their dates to work events. To make things easier they will pretend like they’re dating. But then they learn something funny.

People thought they were already dating. Weird.

An advent fic featuring childhood friends, fake dating turned actual dating, really horrible secret keeping, and a winter weather surprise.

🎁 Heart Beat by @allwaswell16 (33k, E)

Hideaway Haven is the place that Louis has always called home. It's also the place that Harry had tried to leave behind him. When Harry returns to start a music academy in his hometown, he finds himself face to face with his high school crush—and his charming daughter who wants to learn to play the drums.

🎁 I Really Like Your Styles: The Baking Advent-ure by @homosociallyyours (34k, T)

Louis isn't much for frills, and the coffee shop he co-owns with his best friend Liam is evidence of that. Yes, it's got a decent sized, well-kept industrial kitchen, but Louis insists that people come to coffee shops for coffee, not mediocre pastry and plastic wrapped cookies. When Liam's campaign for serving treats turns into watching a few baking accounts on whichever popular app he's on, there's one that really gets on Louis' nerves: "I Like Your Styles." With his chipper demeanor and over the top descriptions of the food he makes, Louis is sure that the (unfortunately cute) baker is full of it. Nothing that adorable could possibly be worth the hype.

It doesn't actually take much for him to eat his words...and some quality baked goods, while he's at it.

#chose the present emoji this month because all of these lovely fics are the best presents to all of us #🥰🥰🥰#28th appreciation #monthly recs #fic rec #tracksintheam

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(predictable request) codyfox? ❤️

There are cams all over Kamino, but not everywhere. Learning where the blind spots are is as valuable as any skill Seventeen teaches them.

Cody gets to latemeal before Tens. He sits with Bly, who doesn't apologise for his role in Tens sabotage during the training sim, but also doesn’t comment when Cody mostly ignores him, watching Tens arrive, collect his tray and sit on the edge of another group of command cadets. Cody will find a way to even the score with Bly later. Tens is the more pressing concern.

Tens looks up once, catches Cody watching, sneers , and deliberately doesn’t look back at him. It’s an increasingly familiar sort of anger that Tens ignoring him pulls out of Cody. It’s hot and squirming and overwhelms all the steady consideration that makes him one of the best.

The best.

Or he would be if Tens would stop screwing him over.

He clenches his jaw, his face hot, his fist clenched.

He knows where the blind spots are between here and their pods, he’ll take care of this.

Tens eats slowly, acting like he’s listening to the conversation going on around him, pushing food around his tray, and rarely actually putting anything in his mouth. As though Cody can’t be patient.

Oh-Six and Blitz join Cody and Bly, eat, and leave. Bly finishes his own food and puts down his fork, but waits silently until Tens finally stands. Bly looks over his shoulder and follows suit, picking up both his and Cody’s trays.

“I’ll cover for you both,” he says. “Don’t leave marks where Seventeen will see.”

Cody clicks his tongue. He doesn’t need the advice—none of them are unfamiliar with unsanctioned fighting. Cody is on his feet the moment Tens is out of the room. He moves quickly to catch up, but he already knows it won’t be necessary. Tens is a slippery maggot, but he’s not a coward.

Cody catches up with him just a corridor out from the mess hall. Tens does turn then, glancing once over his shoulder and ducks into a fresher.

“Out,” he snaps to the room. Cody doesn’t recognise the cadet that dashes out past him, still tucking himself away. He’s got some survival instincts at least.

There’s cams in the fresher, but they don’t cover the back corner. It’s a small space to fight in—they’ll need to be careful—but that just plays to Cody’s advantage.

“Always such a sore loser, Twenty-Four,” Tens says, backing up into that blind corner. Cody wasn’t expecting regret, but Tens’ self-satisfaction makes Cody’s face heat and his heart pound furiously behind his ribs.

“I’m not the one who had to cry to Bly for help,” Cody snaps. One more step and he’s out of sight of the cams and firmly within arms reach of Tens.

Tens’ nostrils flare. “What makes you think I went to him? I’m not the only one sick of your shit.”

Best to avoid the face—Seventeen will notice a split lip.

Cody steps forward. Tens lashes out before Cody is totally out of line of sight. Cody blocks, and it degrades from there. There’s no space to back up, now they’re grappling they’re trapped until one of them gives up.

Cody catches Tens in the side, Tens twists him into a hold that makes Cody’s shoulder burn to slip out of. Cody shoves Tens back against the wall. Tens’ hands bury themselves in Cody’s shirt to shove him back, his mouth twists in a snarl.

Tens mouth is as much teeth as lips under Cody’s mouth. The hands in his shirt pull him closer. Cody has the advantage, he has Tens pinned. Tens’ back is to the wall, Cody trapping him there with his own body. He could really hurt Tens.

Tens’ mouth is wetter than Cody would have expected, and their lips make loud smacking sounds. Cody’s heard hammers and Fox’s pulse flutters under Cody’s hand.

Cody brings his knee up between Tens’ legs.

Ten makes a very satisfying wheeze and Cody pulls away.

“You got off easy,” Cody tells him. “Pull that again and I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” Tens demands, sneering through his grimace, hands cupped between his legs. “Kiss me harder?”

Cody scoffs—Tens had kissed him.

Cody turns, wiping at his mouth. He got the little shit good at least, and Seventeen won’t be interested in checking down there.

He runs his tongue over his lips and swears he can still taste Tens.

#codyfox #cloneshipping #my fic #they're so dumb #I love them

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glasskey · 2 years ago

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Nick & June's Mix tape Vol. 1

Today I’m going to be sharing some of my favorite Nick and June tracks that have us all hitting rewind over and over and over and over……..after all, who doesn’t love a good mix tape?

Oranges & Tuna

This is the first time we meet Nick but given June’s familiarity, it’s not the first time she has. In Atwood’s text, Nick sounds like a bit of alright and the POV camera shot when June comes down the stairs IS a touch pervy.

Nick’s working with his sleeves rolled up, sweating and judging by the wanton looks it seems June’s in no particular rush to go shopping. She also seems to know quite a bit about him already, including the fact that he’s single. In her head, June’s already inviting Nick down to the oyster house bar for a drink, a subtle reference to a well-known aphrodisiac. It takes all of 10 seconds for Nick to start flirting with her, by telling June a gag about not being a pescatarian. It’s a fact which June purposefully ignores, in order to return his flirtation, and that’s it, that’s all it takes…..Nick’s fucked.

Throughout the next few episodes we see that Nick can neither believe nor resist June’s audacity. Nick knows he should say something when he sees her legs uncovered but he says nothing and simply stares. The sound of the lid closing on the box in front of him is like a trap snapping shut.

He can’t resist standing waaaaay too close and stroking her hand when he brings her ice, the heat is palpable. Nick now knows he’s in serious trouble and June is left reeling. Throughout season 1 these two are constantly measuring and testing each-others boundaries, but honestly from the second Nick told his tuna fish gag, he may as well have waved a white flag.

You shouldn’t wear anything for me

Sweet mother of Mercy. Apparently the sight of June’s naked body has turned Nick Blaine into the master of the double entendre overnight. Season 1 sees Nick pulling the jokes out left and right, first with the tuna fish gag and now this. Nick can hardly keep a straight face as he delivers it and June barely stifles a chuckle. This casual comment is not only a statement about June never changing her appearance to please him, but also one about how desirable he finds her, naked and unmanicured.

This is also the first time we see these two perform their infamous hand brushing and it’s literally breathtaking for the both of them. It’s a moment steeped in danger, electricity and passion, as you sense them both recalling their previous night together. Glowing lights seem to follow these two around like a spell, and as they intertwine their fingers a luminous orb appears between their hands.

I’d like to say that June ever stood a chance at resisting the foxy driver’s charms but I’d be lying. He’s hot AF, lives less than 200 feet away and flirts with her shamelessly, this was all a done deal long ago. In Atwood’s text, these two can barely keep their hands off each other and Nick is described as absolutely fascinated with her. Not surprisingly then, this scene is closely followed by a knee trembling, face melting kiss that sends June straight from “it can never happen again, sorry Nick” to a dazed mess spelling saucy words during her scrabble game.

Is This It?

Nick thinks that breaking up with June is going to be simple, in fact he seems to think he won’t need to explain himself at all. June is having none of it, this is her one small ray of light in an otherwise dismal existence so Nick had better have a good reason.

He does, he’s already seen one handmaid die and he’s starting to get seriously attached to the new one. Seeing June on the wall just because he couldn’t keep his hands to himself is more than he could bear. This is Nick doing Nick: keep your head down, step aside, stay out of trouble and keep your mouth shut.

June rightfully calls him on his shit, accusing him of being a coward who wants only to be Fred’s whipping boy for the rest of his life. How could he want to live such a small life? It’s a gut punch that leaves Blaine looking suitably ashamed.

Their individual attitudes to “ending up on the wall” speak volumes about who these two are at heart. To June death is everywhere, living in terror isn’t living and the reward is worth the risk. Nick is a survivor, sacrifice for duty and self-preservation is second nature, a small life is better than no life at all. Unfortunately for Nick, his aspirations for a life half lived died the moment he met June Osborne. Before I get into Nick and June volume 2, I’ve got volume 1 of the Lawrence and June mix up next. Back soon.

#max minghella #nick x june #nick blaine #june x nick #hulu streaming #elisabeth moss #osblaine #june osborne #THTplaylists&mixtapes #bruce miller #endgame #s1 #hulu series #romantic #handmaid's on hulu #the handmaid's tale #handmaid's tale #hulu tv #tv series

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Down The Rabbit Hole ⚝ Killian Jones x Reader (18)

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summary: Alice's plan to overthrow the Queen of Hearts is thwarted by a dashing pirate with a hook. Years later, after the curse is broken, they reunite once again.

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We'd been walking for what feels like hours when Hook, who's been leading us, calls out over his shoulder.

"Up ahead. We'll find the compass just over the ridge." I give him a nod to continue walking which he returns. Emma and Snow catch up to me.

"Do you get the feeling he's leading us exactly where Cora wants us? That this whole thing's a trap?" Snow whispers conspiratorially. I purse my lips, having been wondering the same thing the whole time. If she'd asked me yesterday, I would've jumped on that bandwagon without hesitation but... it doesn't make much sense.

"It's defiantly a trap." Emma concurs without hesitation.

"I'm not so sure." I murmer over my shoulder. Emma looks at me in disbelief.

"What? Don't tell me you trust him?" She asks, brows furrowed. Before I can answer she fires off another question. "How do you even know him?"

"He was in Wonderland. Cora forced him to blackmail me into leaving Wonderland." I explain shortly, not having time to get into the nitty gritty of the details.

"So why should we trust him?" Emma asks rhetorically with a suggestive raise of her brow.

"We shouldn't. But... I have a feeling that he's not loyal to Cora." I explain. Despite my own gripes with Hook (selfish, killer, pirate, thief) he doesn't strike me as someone who'd willingly align himself with Cora unless backed into a corner. Or maybe I'm just trying to see the good in him when there may be none. "But keep your guard up regardless." Hook comes to a stop at the tree line. I walk up to stand beside him and let out a heavy sigh at the sight in front of me. A giant beanstalk that reaches up to the clouds.

"Let me guess. The compass is up there?" I ask with a knowing look at Hook.

"Oh yeah." He answers, sending a sly smirk in my direction.

"So we climb?" I ask through an accepting sigh.

"It's not the climb you need to worry about. It's the giant at the top." He informs. I look at the others who look at the beanstalk with differing levels of concern. I take one last deep breath.

"Let's go then."

It only takes us another five minutes to reach the base of the beanstalk. Somehow, it looks even more daunting up close. I shield my eyes with my hand from the sun as I look up.

"It's a little freakier than I remember from the story." Emma comments.

"Reminds me of death." Mulan mutters to herself. My brows furrow.

"Encouraging." Snow snarks.

"A beanstalk reminds you of death?" I can't help but ask. Hook looks to all of us with a sarcastic smile.

"Well, your compass awaits. Shall we?" He asks with a wave of his arm.

"Wait. If these beans create...portals, why not just pick one and go home? Why the compass?" Emma asks.

"I imagine if there were beans, Cora would have used one already." I surmise with a shrug. Hook looks at me and smirks.

"Right you are love, there are no more. Whatever story you think you know is most certainly wrong." He tells Emma.

"There was a guy named Jack and a cow and something about evil giants with treasure and a golden goose." She explains poorly. What does a golden goose have to do with giants? Is the goose a gold color or is it literally gold? "Or harp." She mutters under her breath.

"Sounds like a lovely tale. But the truth's a little more gruesome. The giants grew the beans, but rather than use them for good, they used them to plunder all the lands. Jack and his men fought a terrible war, defeating all but one of the evil giants. The beans were destroyed by the giants as they died. If they couldn't have the magic, then nobody could. Certainly very bad form." Hook says. As he explains, the more this story sounds familiar to me. My father used to tell it to me when I was a little girl. I remember calling the giants 'villains' and my father correcting me. Told me that the victors get to tell the story, not necessarily the heros.

"Why doesn't anyone just go up and grow some more?" Emma asks.

"Because one giant survived. One that even Jack couldn't slay." I repeat my father's words. Hook nods at me in confirmation.

"And we'll have to get past him to..." He starts.

"The magic compass." I finish.

"Indeed. The treasure remains, and amongst it is the compass. Now it will guide us to your land. Cora has the means to open a portal with the wardrobe ashes, but she can't find your land without the compass. Once we get it, we steal the ashes from her, then we're on our way." I almost laugh. He makes it sound so easy. As if we can simply pickpocket the ashes off Cora.

"How do we know you're not just using us to get the compass for Cora?" Mulan asks suspiciously. He looks at her for a moment before turning his gaze to me.

"I already told you why." Comes his answer. His gaze is so intense, hard to look away from. There's something unspoken in his gaze that I can't read. I turn away from him to face the beanstalk.

"Then we better start climbing." I say, starting to head for the beanstalk when Hook's voice stops me.

"Right, so, I failed to mention that the giant enchanted the beanstalk to repel intruders." I stop and clench my jaw. I turn to look at him over my shoulder with an unimpressed look.

"So are we meant to fly up?" I ask sarcastically. He gives me an amused smile.

"No love. I've got a counter spell from Cora." He says, pointing to the cuff on his wrists before holding his bound hands out. "If you'd be so kind." I walk up to him with a sigh, taking the dagger out of my boot. I grab the ropes and cut them with little trouble. I make the mistake of looking up and seeing the soft expression on his face that I'm pretty sure I wasn't meant to see. "Thank you." He says, sounding genuine. What the hell is going on? It's hard to believe he's being genuine after what he's done to me and who he's working with. Could he actually be genuine? I turn away with a swift nod of my head. "I've got one more of these. Alice and one other can come along." My head snaps in his direction, breaking me out of my wandering thoughts.

"I thought you said you only had one other?" I ask. He points down to my sword.

"Yes but that sword you're holding wards off all magic so you don't need a fancy cuff." He explains. I sigh and then look to the others.

"You guys need to decide who then." I tell them with a sigh before turning my attention to the sky.

"Go on, fight it out. Don't be afraid to, you know, really get into it." Hook says sarcastically before turning his attention to me. "Afraid of heights?"

"No. I was imagining what it'd be like to fly." I say before looking over at him. My words are only half a lie. I'm not afraid of heights and I was thinking about what it'd be like to fly. My concern is over whether or not my body can handle the climb. Despite feeling a lot better than before, I'm still malnourished enough that passing out is a possibility. He looks like he wants to push further but simply nods his head, accepting.

"Ladies, in this world we are slaves to time, and ours is running out. In other words, tick tok." Hook says to the others. I look over to see Emma approaching, which doesn't surprise me. I give her a small smile that she returns as Hook places the cuff on her arm.

"I'm glad you're coming along." She tells me.

"Why's that?" I ask with a little laugh.

"Well if I trust anyone to kill a giant, it's the dragon slayer." She says with a raised brow and a smile.

"Actually, it's called a Jabberwocky." Hook corrects lightheartedly.

"That's not- not this time." I stumble over my words but he understands what I'm saying if his raised brows are anything to go by. I smile smugly before starting the climb up the beanstalk.

#killian jones #killian jones fic #killian jones smut #killian jones ouat #killian jones imagine #killian jones x oc #killian jones x reader #once upon a time #ouat #captain hook

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