#piper x soap

[moody-alcoholic]

These Violent Delights

Chapter 12 - Revelations

Summary: Poly 141 x fem!reader, a/b/o alternate universe 5.2k words. The truth is coming out grab your popcorn.

CW: a/b/o alternative universe, a/b/o dynamics, typical a/b/o universe tropes (scenting, heats, scuffing), Pregnancy, talks about termination of pregnancy, abortion discussion, use of weapons, blackmail, mentions of bombs, all my homies hate Graves, language, angst, lots of crying - all hurt no comfort, mentions of past abuse, mentions of past SA, lots of guilt, mentions of suicide.

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Tears are streaming down your face when John walks into the room. His eyes go wide and he strides over to you. You’re not even trying to hide your scent anymore. Your arms shake as you throw yourself around him, sobbing into his chest. 

“Hey, what is it?” he asks before looking back at Dr. Piper. She waits for a moment, seeing if you will calm down and tell him. 

“There’s no easy way to do this,” she starts, turning around and picking the test up. “She’s pregnant.” You hold your breath as you wait for John to take the news in. 

“She’s on birth control,” John says, shaking his head. You let out a sob. He breaks away from you and it makes your heart ache. 

“Yes she is,” Dr. Piper sighs. 

“Dr. Miller,” you breathe. 

“What?” Dr. Piper asks.

“He was giving me injections. Before my heat, for the hormone blocker,” you say between sobs. John looks at Dr. Piper.

“Why would he need to give you injections for Simon’s hormone blocker?” she says. You can hear anger rising in her voice. Dr. Piper doesn’t get angry, you’ve barely heard her raise her voice. You feel guilt hit you as you sniffle. John moves in front of you pulling your chin up to look at him. 

“Look at me,” he says, his voice low and commanding. You swallow the sob catching in your throat, looking in his eyes.

“You need to tell Dr. Montgomery everything Dr. Miller did to you.” You nod looking back down at your knees. You can hear the disappointment in his voice. His hands leave you again, and you feel like you’re drifting further away from him.

“What about the pregnancy?” John asks in a lower voice. Dr. Piper sighs. 

“We don’t even know if a pregnancy could even be viable. Her entire reproductive system has been changed due to the chemical, just like how you guys can all knot.” 

“So what do we do?” 

“I will order the medication for a medical termination. The fetus is only two weeks along. It can be terminated with medication.” You feel sick, your hand pressing on your abdomen. You don’t want a baby, not now. You’ve completed your job though, you’ve been a good omega. It’s your only goal, to birth more alphas and omegas.  

John lets out a long sigh as he moves away from you. Maybe he thinks you’re disgusting now. Maybe he doesn’t want to be with you again. You deserve this. Dr. Piper is right.  Why did you need injections for Simon’s hormone blocker? John turns back to look at you, his fists clenched, and dread comes over you. Maybe he’s going to hit you. You deserve that much. He turns to look at you, his hand coming up. 

You close your eyes preparing for the strike. 

His hand lands on your cheek, his thumb rubbing it. You open your eyes letting out the breath you’ve been holding. You look up in John’s eyes. He looks sad. He’s not going to hurt you; he’s never hurt you before. You swallow the lump in your throat. He lets his hand drop and heads for the door. 

“What are you going to do John?” Dr. Piper asks. 

“We’re going to find Dr. Miller,” he says, turning back quickly and then leaving the room.

John’s heart is thumping hard in his chest as he makes his way down the stairs. You’re pregnant. Clearly this is no accident. Dr. Montgomery seemingly already has her suspicions. Dr. Miller has been up to more than just forcing your heat.

“Everything alright sir? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Soap chuckles nudging Ghost. John walks over to them without saying a word. He stands for a few seconds then rests his hands on his hips. 

“Is this place clear?” he asks eventually. Everyone looks a little confused looking around each other.

“What do you mean?” Soap asks. 

“Bugs, is the place clear of bugs,” he says, trying to keep his voice steady. He can smell his own anger in the air. 

“Yeah it’s clear,” Gaz says, taking a step towards him. He can smell Gaz trying to calm him. John starts to pace, wondering how he can explain it, if he should tell them about the pregnancy. 

“What’s wrong John?” Laswell asks, standing up from the desk. 

“We need to know what Dr. Miller has done to her,” he says. He looks around at them all. He’s not going to tell them about the pregnancy, not yet. 

“Ghost, Soap, go back to his room, strip the place. I’ll stay with Laswell and Dr. Montgomery to find out whatever we can. Gaz, when the doctor’s done you’re to stick with the omega. From now on one of us will be with her at all times. Understood?” he says. The chorus of ‘yes sirs’ comes back to him as he looks round the room. Soap and Ghost leave. Hopefully they can find something. 

“What are we going to tell Shepherd?” Gaz asks, coming to stand next to him. 

“Let me worry about that. You focus on your job, which is making sure the omega never leaves your sight. Keep her in the barracks, I'll get someone to pick up dinner for you both,” Price says.

“Is she alright?” Gaz asks. John folds his arms looking over at him. He wants to tell him, the thought of it swimming around in his head. If not just to have someone else know. But the less people who know, the better.  

“When we know what he’s done to her we’ll have a better idea. She’s okay,” he says. Gaz nods and follows him over to Laswell. It’s not long before you’re coming down the steps with Dr. Montgomery behind you. Your face is still puffy but you’re not crying anymore. You walk straight over to him with the doctor's hands on your shoulders. You won’t meet his eyeline. You won’t even look at him. He can sense your guilt, let alone smell it.

Dr. Montgomery won’t protect your scent, it's not her job anymore. Gaz walks round and your head pops up to see him. Price can smell his nervousness. Gaz isn’t stupid, he knows somethings wrong but he doesn’t push anything, throwing his arm over your shoulders and turning to walk you to the exit.

“I can watch her,” Dr. Montgomery says. Price shakes his head.

“Need you to help us with Dr. Miller,” he says, gesturing for her to come over and sit with Laswell. Price watches you leave with Gaz. He can’t tell if he feels disappointed or mad. He’s not mad at you, he’s mad at himself. At Dr. Montgomery. They were all supposed to keep you safe and they failed. 

Now he has to deal with the consequences. John stands behind them as Laswell types on her laptop. She has access to the CIA’s database which should help make things easier. It doesn’t take her long to find out Conor Miller was a fake name. It came back to a man who was found dead, a suspected suicide. So they have the identity he took, but they still don’t have his name. 

It’s not long before Soap comes back with a laptop, he puts it down in front of Laswell.

“Found it hidden behind a wall panel,” he says. “LT’s still scrubbing the place.” 

Price nods as he looks over at Laswell opening the laptop. 

“How long do you think it’ll take to get in?” Soap asks. 

“Few hours to bruteforce it probably,” she sighs. Ghost walks through the door next slamming a notebook on the table. Dr. Montgomery picks it up, opening it to the first page, a piece of paper falls out. She picks it up and unfolds it. She reads it. Price moves over so he can get a better look.

“ Fuck, ” she says under her breath as she finishes reading. 

“What is it?” Soap asks. 

“I know who he is. Dr. Miles Ashford. Hale's personal bitch.” Dr. Montgomary stands up pushing her chair back. Laswell types the new name into her program.

“How did you not recognize him?” Ghost asks. 

“He’s the perfect plant. I think over all the years I worked for Hale, I’ve only ever seen him once, maybe twice.” She runs her hand through her hair. “He would be Hale’s man on the surface taking care of his estate so Hale could stay in the bunker for months at a time.” 

“So he and Hale were close?” Soap asks.

“I guess so. Hale didn’t trust anyone but he kept Ashford around, even when it turned out he was an alpha. I’m pretty sure he’s the only alpha he kept alive.” She explains. John is about to open his mouth to speak when the door to the lab crashes open.

“What the hell is going on!?” Shepherd shouts as she strides across the room over to them. 

Shit.

“Price, I let you do your own thing and now I'm learning you’re tearing the base apart?” he asks, stopping in front of Price.

“We have a situation, and we’re investigating,” Price says, standing his ground.

“And when were you planning on telling me what’s going on?” 

“When we had more concrete information,” Price responds. Laswell stands up from her chair to come to stand next to him. 

“What’s happening then?” he asks.

“The omega was attacked. It turns out Professor Hale planted a scientist,” John explains.

“Attacked how?” Shepherd asks. 

“She was injected with a drug that forced her heat,” Dr. Montgomery explains. Shepherd crosses his arms as he takes in the information. 

“Is she okay?” he asks.

“She’s okay, she-” 

“She’s pregnant,” John interrupts her. There’s silence in the room. John keeps his focus on Shepherd. He clears his throat. 

“It was my understanding she was on birth control.” 

“She is. I suspect this has been going on for a while and someone has given her contraceptive suppressants,” Dr. Montgomery says. It makes the hairs on the back of Price’s neck stand up. This has been going on for a while. You never said anything, and they never caught it. Now look at the mess they’re in. 

“We have a name. Dr. Miles Ashford. He’s Hale’s personal assistant. He stole an identity, that’s how he managed to stay under the radar. According to Dr. Montgomery, he would mostly work above ground outside of the lab. Hence the reason no one recognized him,” Laswell explains. “I have put it all in the report.” 

“Well, I assume plans have already been made to deal with this?” he asks. Dr. Montgomery nods. “How could this happen? I thought you ran a pretty tight ship in this lab. Now you’re saying Professor Hale managed to plant someone in here?” 

“You were the one who set out the rules, I followed. It’s not exactly the type of work someone wants in their resume, the whole thing is based on trust,” Dr. Montgomery says. John can hear the spite in her voice. 

“Where is he now?” Shepherd asks.

“We assume back with Hale,” John says. “He went MIA a few days ago.”

“You’ve put all this in the report?” he asks, looking at Laswell.

“Of course. We’re still working on gathering all the information,” she says.

“I’ll get Graves to send out a search party, maybe they can find something,” Shepherd says. John nods. “When will the report be done?” 

“By the end of the day I’ll send what we have,” Laswell says. Shepherd puts his arms back down at his side, and he looks round the room. 

“I’ll set up a meeting for tomorrow morning.” He nods at John then turns, heading to leave. As soon as the door is shut behind him John turns around, everyone’s eyes on him. 

“She’s pregnant?” Soap asks first. John nods.

“What’s going to happen?” Ghost asks next, his arms crossed. 

“Termination. We don’t know if the pregnancy is even really viable,” Dr. Montgomery says.

“What does she think?” Soap asks. There’s silence again.  

“She’s scared, confused. She feels guilty,” Dr. Montgomery says. There’s an edge of something in her voice. She sounds almost annoyed. John can see Ghost’s eyes burning into her, he has that look in his eyes. The one he gets when he doesn’t trust someone. Price will have to talk to him later. 

“We’re all to blame here. We all let her down. Now it’s our job to fix it. Then we go after Hale,” John says. Ghost’s eyes move back to John. John nods at him.

It’s going to be okay. Keep your head straight. 

Ghost sighs, blinking then turning to Laswell.

Fine.

John looks back at Dr. Montgomery. 

“Let’s get back to work,” he says, crossing his arms and watching everyone move. Soap and Ghost leave again slamming the door behind them. John pinches the bridge of his nose. It’s going to be a long day. 

Johnny switched with Kyle a few hours later. Kate had tried to show them how Kyle connected the cameras and microphones up so they could decode them but it was like trying to teach an old dog new tricks. After a while she got frustrated and John sent for Kyle. 

“How is she?” Piper asks.

“Sleeping,” Kyle says, going over to help John. That’s good, you need to rest after your heat. As long as you’re resting, you’re calm. 

Kyle seems to have a knack for computers, and he knows his way around them. He managed to pull some audio files from the microphones he started decoding yesterday. Nothing of use though, just generic conversations. It could take days to decode the rest and go through them. 

Kate managed to get into Ashford’s laptop quicker than she thought. Piper had been sat down going through everything, mainly just research on things she had asked him to work on. She was working her way through the documents from the oldest first. She straightens up in the chair as she reads through a document dated before your heat. 

“ Shit, ” she says reading the document. It confirms what she already suspected: contraceptive suppressants. She knew deep down this was always Hale’s plan. To have a ‘pure’ omega. He wanted to get you pregnant so you could give birth to what Hale considered a ‘purebred’ omega. Guess he didn’t care if it was him who got you pregnant or not. 

The only reason you’re on birth control in the first place was because he would invite his friends to fuck you while you were in heat. Piper slams the lid of the laptop down, getting up and going into her office, slamming the door behind her. 

She’s angry but she shouldn’t be. This is her fault. She should have known, she should have been paying closer attention. There’s a knock on the door. 

She swallows the tears, wiping her eyes. She doesn’t deserve to cry. The only one who’s suffered here is you. It’s always you who suffers. She clears her throat and opens the door.  

“Found something?” John asks. She nods, standing to the side so he can walk in. She closes the door behind her. 

“He was giving her contraceptive suppressants,” she sighs, managing to keep her voice steady. 

“Any long term effects?” he asks. 

“No, it should be passed through her system already,” she says.

“Anything else?” he asks. She shakes her head; she hasn’t found anything yet. He sighs, nodding.

“I’m sorry I let this happen,” she says. Now is the time to apologize. 

“It’s not just your fault. She’s our responsibility too.” 

“I should have known not to trust any alpha that was still alive. It’s so obvious. Hale made a habit of killing alphas,” she sighs. 

“Yeah well hindsight is 20/20. You can’t blame yourself,” he says. She looks up at him. “You’re helping now, you’re fixing your mistakes, and that's what matters.” 

“You can be angry,” she says. He smiles.

“You’re not solely to blame. You can’t take it all on your shoulders. We’re going to get through this. We need to work together,” he says, taking a step towards her. 

“She’s never going to be safe John, not until Hale is dead.” 

“I know. We’re going to get him. I promise,” he says. She smiles; she believes him. 

“Chin up. She’s going to need your support. She’s going to need you more than ever over the next few days.” 

“You’re her pack, she will always need you more than me.” 

“Which is why it’s important we work together.” He pats her shoulder and she smiles at him. 

“Keep looking. Let me know if you find anything else,” he says, leaving the room. She lets out a breath as she’s left alone. She knows he’s right, but it’s not going to change her mind though. She’s always going to blame herself.

Piper is alone in her lab for the first time in what feels like forever. She sits down at her desk. Her computer is gone. John had Kyle search it. She had nothing to hide, so it didn't take him long to clear all the computers in the lab. It was only Dr. Ashford’s hidden laptop that had anything. 

John told her she should come and eat with them. She’s not hungry though. They said they were done for the day but she can’t relax yet. She just needs a few minutes alone. She should have never trusted anyone. She should have known something was up. Dr. Ashford really was the perfect person for Hale to slip in. She should have known something was wrong when an alpha came forward. 

She remembers the culling, remembers you being forced to watch. The smell of blood in the air, your fear, the nightmares. It went on for weeks, months. Hale killed them all, apart from Ashford. He needed someone on the ground. According to Kate the person who’s identity he took had a family, wife, and kids. His death was ruled a suicide, but they all knew better now. 

She sighs, letting the guilt eat at her. She put your life at risk and she didn’t even know it. They don’t even know what he had been up to other than the contraceptive blocker. She gave you a full check and couldn’t find anything. She is just hoping it's nothing too serious, and now with you being watched 24/7 and Dr. Ashford presumably with Hale, you should be safe. 

She shakes her head leaning back in her chair looking up at the ceiling. You’re never going to be safe until Hale is dead.

She’s not sure what is going to happen next. She hasn’t been privy to John’s plan. All she knows is they’re stuck here for now. General Shepherd seemed to understand the gravity of the situation but he blamed John. It’s her fault too. She has to take some of the blame. Commander Graves has been busy, so he hasn’t been around which is good because you’re scared of him. The calmer they keep you, the better. 

The sound of the door opening makes her jump. She looks out her open office door, and she can smell alpha in the air. She looks at the time. It’s late and she smiles. It must be Simon. She could use a chat with him right now, even if he does seem mad at her. She doesn’t care if he just wants to remind her how much of a horrible person she is. She could use his company. 

Suddenly, she sits up straight in her chair, the hairs standing up on the back of her neck. Simon wouldn’t have let the door slam, and she wouldn’t be able to smell Simon. He hides his scent so well. She stands up as the figure walks into her doorway.

“Don’t move,” Ashford says, aiming a pistol at her. She holds her hands up, lowering back down into her chair. His alpha is strong in the air. Fear too. He’s not used to this. 

“I could scream. People would come running,” she says letting the adrenaline fill her with confidence.

“Then both you and the omega would be dead,” he says walking into her office, closing the door behind him. She swallows the lump away. She can’t let him know she’s scared. She has to use everything to her advantage.  

“What are you doing here? I thought you would have been back with Hale by now,” she says. His hand is shaking slightly. He’s not comfortable with a weapon in his hands, he doesn’t look comfortable doing this at all. Maybe she can use that to her advantage. 

“I can’t leave without the omega,” he says. 

“Right, well I’ll just go get her then,” Piper says, throwing her hands up and standing up.

“Sit down,” he says, his voice louder this time, more commanding. His alpha is stronger, the ground after rain and blood, just like the Professor. Iron thick in the air, her nostrils flare as she breathes it in. She always associated it with blood. It makes the hairs stand up on the back of her neck and she sits back down. 

“You’re going to bring her,” he says as a matter of fact. Piper scoffs, shaking her head. 

“Why do you think I would do that?” she asks, crossing her arms. 

“I assume you figured out about the suppressants, the drugging?” he asks. She nods, where was this going?

“Well, there’s a tracker in her neck,” he says, watching her face for a reaction. She keeps her expression neutral. She doesn’t want to give him anything. She feels sick. Of course Hale would find a way to get a tracker in you. Yet another way she let you down. She swallows the guilt away. She can’t let him know what she thinks. 

“You have 24 hours to get her. There’s a truck, parked in the lot. It’s the only one with a yellow stripe on the back left tire. The door will open with the keys under the driver's seat. Drive out the west exit, and tell the guard you have a special transport for Ashford, they’ll let you through. Drive 2 miles west until you hit a bent stop sign. Stop at the sign and get into the passenger seat. I’ll meet you there,” he says. She looks at him confused, she shakes her head.

“You’re crazy, seriously fucked up if you think I’m helping you,” she spits, leaning forward in her chair. 

“Look, I didn’t expect you to help. In addition to the tracker there’s a bomb in her hip,” he says, shrugging. Piper’s holding her breath. She can’t help it, nerves slip through. He's lying, he has to be.

“If you tell anyone or fail to follow the instructions, then I'll set it off.” 

“You’d kill her, and what would that achieve? Throw away all of Hale’s work for nothing.” 

“I know I won’t ever have to do it. I know you’re going to follow the instructions and bring her,” he says smiling. It makes her feel sick. He has to be lying, for your sake he has to be. 

“What makes you think I’m going to help you?” she says, sighing and shaking her head.

“Because you love her, and I don’t think you want to see her harmed,”  he says, the smile still on his face. He’s not wrong, but bringing you back to Hale, it would be a death sentence. He might as well kill you. 

“How about you take the rest of the night to think about it. You have until this time tomorrow.” 

“What if I just tell Captain Price, or General Shepherd about this?” 

“You found all the cameras in the lab right?” he asks.

“Maybe.” 

“There are others, ones you’ll probably never find. Besides, she has the tracker in her, we’ll know where she is at all times. Oh and the people paying Shadow Company? Professor Hale is footing half the bill. It’s probably best if you follow the instructions,” he sighs. She can tell he wants to get out of here. 

Hale is paying Shadow Company. That's how he managed to get back in the base. He’s starting to get fidgety. Maybe she can stall him, keep him here until someone comes looking for her.

“Why are you telling me all this? Why not just kill me? Get the omega yourself?” She asks. 

“And go up against her pack? They’ll tear me to shreds. They trust you, and she trusts you. She’ll follow you to the ends of the earth. Of course you can ignore the instructions and she’ll die. You can tell them and she’ll die. It’s your choice,” he says, shrugging. Not much of a choice. 

“What about me?” she asks. 

“I don’t know, and I don’t care. I'm sure Professor Hale is looking forward to seeing you again though. He asked for you alive,” he says backing up to the door. He wants to leave. She can’t let him.

“How did you even get back in here? There are soldiers everywhere.” Fuck. He already explained this. She’s panicking trying to stall him.

“Have you not been listening?” he laughs. “They work for Hale! I’m on a first name basis with half the staff here.” 

“Why not just get Shadow Company to take her then?” she asks. He sighs like he’s getting bored of her questions.

“I’d rather skip the bloodshed. Graves too, he cares about his company's image.” 

“You really are a horrible person,” she says as he opens the door without taking his weapon off her.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Remember, yellow mark on the wheel, bent stop sign.” He smiles walking out the door. She sits there for a second, not quite believing what just happened. 

Move! 

She springs up out of the seat. She should chase him. He only has a pistol. She’s sprinting out the door turning to the exit of the lab. It’s dark and starting to rain as she frantically looks around. It’s like he’s vanished into thin air. 

She’s failed again. 

She wants to scream. Instead she balls her hands into fists letting her nails dig into her hand. She looks around for any kind of movement, but there are so many buildings, he could have easily slipped into any of them. She should tell John. He’d start a search and probably find him before he had a chance to leave. 

She can’t though. She remembers the bomb inside you. She wishes it was fake and he was bluffing. She remembers Hale working on that technology; he had managed to get it to the size of a pill you could swallow. There were a lot of gruesome deaths from that. 

She should have fought him. He only had a pistol. She should have risked it.  

If she died, he wouldn’t be able to get to the omega. Your pack would keep you safe.

Stupid. Pathetic. She’s let you down again.

She walks back into the lab. There’s a tracker in your neck. A bomb in your hip. Piper goes into her office, closing the door behind her and sinking to the ground. Her body is shaking now as the adrenaline wears off. 

She can’t let you die. She doesn’t have a choice. She sobs into her hands. 

She just hopes you’ll forgive her.

It’s early in the morning when Dr. Piper wakes you by shaking your shoulder. You blink awake. It’s only just turning light out. 

“Morning,” she says. She looks distracted by something. She’s never woken you like this before. You smile at her sitting up. She goes to pick up your slippers. 

“Come on, I need to check something,” she says. You nod, pulling your slippers on as you follow her out the room. She seems nervous, like she’s in a rush. It must be something important. The sun is just coming up, the fog settling across the fields and the tops of the trees. You like that. You breathe in the fresh scent of pine before you get into the lab. 

The place seems like it’s even more of a mess than you remember. You follow her straight upstairs. The only room that seems to be in order is the medical room. There’s a new machine in here now. 

“Hop up on the bed,” she says, sitting down on a stool and going over to the machine. You nod, getting up on the bed and laying back. You watch as Dr. Piper moves closer to you. She seems fidgety, and it's making you nervous. 

“What’s that for?” you ask as she pulls your shirt up to your chest. 

“Ultrasound. It lets me see inside you,” she says, keeping her answer short. 

“So you can see the—” You don’t know what to say, fetus? Baby sounds wrong. According to Dr. Piper it’s no bigger than a seed. Pregnancies move quicker than normal for omegas. If you were to keep it, you would only be waiting around 4 months.  

“It’s only a week or so along, so there won’t be much to see,” she says. You nod, watching her fiddle with the machine. She squirts something on your skin. It's cold and it makes you gasp. 

“Sorry,” she says before reaching over and bringing some kind of weird looking scanner to your abdomen. You expect it to hurt but it doesn't. Dr. Piper looks focused on the screen you can’t see, frowning as she presses buttons now and then. She stays silent moving the device round your lower body. 

“Can you see it?” you ask after a few seconds of silence. She looks back at you for a second, she nods. 

“Can I see it?” you ask. She shakes her head.

“There’s not much to see, I’m checking everything is in order before the termination.” You sigh, nodding. You don’t want a baby right now, and you know John definitely doesn’t. It’s no one's fault, only Dr. Miller—well Dr. Anderson—and he’s gone now. You still didn’t understand who he was. You’d never met him. You didn’t even know Professor Hale had an assistant. She moves the device around to your hips looking up your sides before finishing up on your stomach. 

She sighs, putting the scanner back in its slot and looking over at you smiling. You smile back sitting up as she wipes the gel off your stomach. 

“Does everything look good?” you ask, pulling your shirt back down. She doesn’t say anything, just pushes the ultrasound machine away before standing up off the chair. 

“Do you trust me?” she asks suddenly. You look at her confused as you get off the bed. 

“Of course I trust you,” you say. You can smell her scent calming you in the air. It makes you relax but you can tell there is something going on. Hairs stand up on the back of your neck as she takes a step closer to you.

“What’s going on?” you ask. “Is there something wrong?” Your hands press on your stomach. She shakes her head, one of her hands landing on your shoulder. 

“You’re going to have to be brave okay?” 

You nod. You’re not sure why suddenly fear rises in you. She pulls you into her arms. You can smell her. She smells good, safe. Of course you trust her. You close your eyes, hugging her back.

It happens quickly her cold hand moves up to the back of your neck, before you can react she digs her nails into the sensitive skin. You yelp as pain shoots down your spine. Your hands fly up instinctively to pull her hand away but she squeezes tighter. You feel like you can’t breathe. You won’t have long left, a few seconds maybe. 

“Why?” leaves your lips your own voice sounding foreign in your ears. 

“I’m so sorry,” she says. You see tears running down her face. Your vision goes fuzzy, and your body goes limp. You try to hold on but you can't. The last thing you remember is Dr. Piper lowering you to the floor.

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TASK FORCE 141 — john price , simon ‘ghost’ riley , john ‘soap’ mactavish , gary ‘roach’ sanderson , kyle ‘gaz’ garrack , nikolai , ++ alex keller , farah karin , alejandro vargas , rodolfo ‘rudy’ parra .

KORTAC — könig , nikto , kim ‘horangi’ hong-jin , sebastian kruger ++ valeria garza , philip graves + the shadows , vladimir makarov .

TWO — arthur morgan , john marston , dutch van der linde , hosea matthews ( platonic only ) , abigail marston , mary beth gaskill , karen jones , tilly jackson , javier escuella , sean mcguire , charles smith , lenny summers , josiah trewlany , sadie adler , molly o’shea , kieran duffy , albert mason , charles châtenay , eagle flies , proetus + acrisius .

ONE + REVOLVER — jack marston ( teen + adult only ) ++ red harlow .

NEW VEGAS — arcade gannon ( mlm only ) , benny gecko , craig boone , fantastic , jason bright , joshua graham ‘ the burned man ’ , robert house , sunny smiles , viktor , yes - man .

FOUR — nate / nora , ada , cait , curie , paladin danse , deacon , desdemona , glory , john hancock , nick valentine , piper wright , porter gage , preston garvey , robert maccready , x6 - 88 .

SHOW — lucy maclean , norm maclean , the ghoul - cooper howard , maximus , lee moldaver , thaddeus .

VOUGHT — homelander , a-train , black noir , black noir II , queen maeve , lamplighter , translucent , firecracker , sister sage , the deep , ashley barrett , soldier boy , crimson countess , stan edgar .

THE BOYS — billy butcher , hughie campbell , annie january , sergei ‘frenchie’ , kimiko , marvin milk .

OTHERS — victoria nueman , luke riordan , andre anderson , cate dunlap , marie moreau , jordan li , emma meyer , sam riordan , maverick , popclaw , webweaver .

SLASHERS — jason vorhees : friday the thirteenth , michael myers : halloween og + rz , billy loomis : scream , stu macher : scream , brahms heelshire : the boy , harry warden : my bloody valentine , billy lenz : black christmas , bo sinclair , vincent sinclair , lester sinclair : house of wax , bubba sawyer : texas chainsaw massacre , thomas hewitt : texas chainsaw massacre reboot + beginning .

FAR CRY — john seed , joseph seed , jacob seed , faith seed , sharky boshaw , jess black , hurk drubman jr , adelaide drubman , grace armstrong , jerome jeffries , eli palmer , joey hudson , staci pratt , earl whitehorse . pagan min , ajay ghale . vaas montenegro , jason brody .

BALDURS GATE 3 — orgin dark urge , gale dekarios , astarion ancunín , shadowheart , lae’zel , wyll ravengard , karlach , halsin , jaheira , minsc , minthara , dame aylin , isobel thorm , omeluum , the emperor , rolan , dammon , ketherick thorm , enver gortash , orin , kar’niss , nym , sorn , raphael .

SUPERNATURAL — dean winchester , sam winchester , castiel , gabriel , adam winchester , lucifer , michael , anna milton , charlie bradbury ( wlw only ) .

OTHER — connor : detroit become human , joe goldberg : you , eddie gluskin : outlast whistleblower , father paul hill / john pruitt : midnight mass , riley flynn : midnight mass , sheriff hassan shabazz : midnight mass , kurt wagner : x - men , remy lebeau : x - men , peter maximoff : x - men , adrian chase : peacemaker , abner krill : suicide squad , edward nashton : batman .

[silkfyre]

W.I.D

The following content does not limit the type of requests I accept. If there is a topic or character that is not listed, but you wish to have included feel free to ask! If I’m ever uncomfortable with something I will simply deny the request.

HIGHLIGHTED names are my personal favorite characters. 

WRITING

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Yandere

Violence

Dub-Con

Polyamory

OTHER

Fancasts

Writing Tips

Script Creation

Character Building

CHARACTERS

HORROR

The Boy

Brahms Heelshire

The Quarry

Abigail Blyg

Emma Mountebank

Jacob Custos

Laura Kearney

Max Brinley

Ryan Erzahler

Travis Hackett

The Lost Boys

David

Dwayne

Marko

Michael

Paul

House of Wax

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Thomas Hewitt (Leatherface)

Halloween

Michael Myers

Scream

Billy Loomis

Randy Meeks

Stu Macher

American Horror Story

James Patrick March

Jimmy Darling

Yellowjackets

Lottie Matthews

Misty Quigley

Natalie Scatorccio

Shauna Sadecki

Taissa Turner

Van Palmer

SCI-FI

The Boys

A-Train

Billy Butcher

Black Noir

Frenchie

Homelander

Hughie Campbell

Kimiko Miyashiro

Mother's Milk

Queen Maeve

Soldier Boy

Starlight

Detroit: Become Human

Chloe

Conner

Gavin Reed

Hank Anderson

Josh

Kara

Luther

Markus

North

Ralph

Rk600 (Sixty)

RK900 (Nines)

Simon

Fallout

Fallout 4

Deacon

John Hancock

Nick Valentine

Paladin Danse

Piper Shaw

Preston Garvey

Robert MacCready

Fallout (series)

Aspirant Dane

Chet

Cooper Howard (The Ghoul)

Knight Maximus

Lucy MacClean

Norm MacLean

Alien vs Predator

coming soon!

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Eugene Porter

James Cameron’s Avatar

Eetu

Lyle Wainfleet

Mansk

Miles Quaritch

Nor

So’lek

Teylan

Tsu’tey te Rongloa Ateyitan

SUPERNATURAL

TVD Verse

Bonnie Bennett

Caroline Forbes

Damon Salvatore

Elena Gilbert

Elijah Mikaelson

Finn Mikaelson

Jeremy Gilbert

Katherine Pierce

Kol Mikaelson

Niklaus Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Stefan Salvatore

FANTASY

Baldur’s Gate 3

Astarion Ancunín

Dammon

Gale Dekarios

Halsin

Karlach Cliffgate

Lae’zel

Raphael

Rolan

Shadowheart

Wyll Ravengard

Zevlor

REALISM

Red Dead Redemption II

Albert Mason

Arthur Morgan

Charles Smith

Dutch Van Der Linde

Flaco Hernández

Javier Escuella

John Marston

Kieran Duffy

Sadie Adler

Call of Duty

John Price

John “Soap” MacTavish

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Grand Theft Auto

Franklin Clinton

Michael De Santa

Trevor Philips

Outer Banks

Pope Heyward

Rafe Cameron

Sarah Cameron

Topper Thornton

W.I.D.D

Notes :: There may be some things on these lists that are debatable. If they are something I’m willing to write under certain circumstances then it will be ITALICEZED.

WRITING

Racism

Ableism

Ageplay

Underage

Homophobia

Transphobia

Character x Character (w/o reader)

CHARACTERS

Bubba Sawyer

Freddy Krueger

Pennywise

[theslay3d]

Hi can u do a Piper McLean X Child of Hecate Reader. Where the reader is demonstrating to a group of campers, using their magic to create a magic formula that makes giant magic soap bubbles, with Piper assisting them. However, they make a mistake, which causes giant bubbles to trap various campers in floating bubbles. Now, Reader and Piper are stuck in a bubble together, bobbing midair like the other camper’s bubbles. But instead of panicking, they laugh and cuddle together until the bubbles pop

Piper McLean x Child of Hecate!reader

Gender: Neutral im pretty sure comment if i made a mistake!

Warnings:None

Word count: 452

A/N i hope you like it!!!

You and Piper were entertaining the little campers. You all were gonna play capture the flag until someone(Leo) decided to set traps in the forest for fun. It would have been fun if the traps didn't malfunction and almost set the forest on fire. So now you and Piper both had to keep the little campers entertained. 

You were pouring loads of glowing liquids into a bottle to make some magic bubbles the kids could play with. Of course you used your magic to make them glow to make it more fun. 

You tilted your head as you stared at the potion. It was missing something…. “Piper, can you hand me the glowing purple and blue one right there?” You pointed to the one you wanted. She nodded and grabbed it.

You poured it in while all the little kids stared in fascination. Immediately bubbles came out. The kids all cheered until the bubbles got bigger and bigger “oops” You muttered while both you and Piper backed up. 

Piper's head turned to you “OOPS??!” You shrugged. Nothing you could do now plus it was just bubbles there harmless. Until they started to pick campers up and float them. You and Piper stared up at the various others who were floating in bubbles. You didn't notice that a bubble was coming to you both until you were in it. 

You both tried to pop the bubble you were stuck in but it wasn't working. The bubble floated higher and higher until it stopped and just bobbed up and down. 

“How do we pop it?” Piper asked, looking through the glossy texture of the bubble at the other campers. “Ummm well you see i have no clue” Her head snapped to your direction. Before she could murder you. You said “But! I know it pops after about an…hour?” 

“Why was that a question?” She demanded. “It may be a few hours..”

Piper's serious expression cracked as she started to giggle a bit. As soon as she looked in your eyes it made her start laughing more which caused you to laugh. 

You both started to laugh which shook the bubble but you both didn't care. You both calmed down and decided to get comfortable. 

Piper eventually leaned closer to you and you wrapped an arm around her. “This is nice” She whispered. 

“It is” You agreed. 

You both fell asleep and woke up right as you were falling midair. “AHHHH” you both screamed until you fell onto what felt like a balloon. 

“It worked!” You heard Leo yell as all the other campers hit the balloon. 

You and Piper started to laugh again. Maybe missing capture the flag that day wasn't so bad.

[sevikagf]

WIP DAY

i was tagged by the lovely @marivenah and @leviiackrman to post a wip and i’m gonna be annoying about it but yeah i’ve been writing but not finishing anything lmaooo so here i guess

idk who to tag but uuuh @chuckhansen @natesofrellis @queennymeria @indorilnerevarine @unholymilf @aartyom @visenyatargaryn @sstewyhosseini or don’t idk

idk anyways heres something i started this morning on a whim. needs a lot of editing but like... i was working in between breaks at work

Maxine x Ghost + Soap (but more about maxi and soaps relationship) it’s a bit angsty but like.... it should be.

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“Maxi, stay on target.” Ghost was there, a comforting whisper in her ear, desperate to keep her grounded, but he seemed so far away. 

Maxine examines the man before her and she feels violently ill, her stomach churning and her hands shaking. He looks the same- a slight difference with his hair, his clothes a little neater- but the same. He smiles, but it’s only out of forced politeness and it makes her skin crawl. 

“Maxine. It’s great to see you, love.” Liar. It’s not. Neither of them were happy about the encounter and she wished he’d stop pretending like he didn’t have a part in making her the way she was. “How have you been?”

“Maxi, how copy?”

Slowly her gaze moves away from her ex and to the building behind him, where she spots the looming figure of Ghost, a confused and worried Soap, and a screaming and furious Piper in the third story window. Soap moves away from sight quickly while her sister is still shouting and glaring in their direction. She lingers on the unreadable Lieutenant and she wants to respond to him- to ask for help- but a harsh tsk captures her attention. “I can see you haven’t changed.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” She questions quickly, narrowing her eyes at his change of tone. 

He laughs in annoyance and shakes his head. “As emotionless as always. You can’t even fake being happy to see me? You were always good at that.”

The words sting, but she chooses to ignore them to answer his question. “Why would I? You left me.” As the last bit left her, her eyes turned to the woman at his side she hadn’t noticed a moment ago. At least they managed to stay together. 

“Don’t start.” He warns, tugging the woman closer as if she wasn’t also responsible. She had known he was married. “You want to know why I left you?”

No. She was there, she knew why, and nothing he did or said would ever cause her to acknowledge it. Nothing she did was ever good enough. Her gaze flickers back to Ghost and she’s struck by an irrational fear of him being able to hear about her flaws and a past version of herself that she wasn’t proud of. That if he knew just how damaged she really was, he wouldn’t want anything to do with her. That he wouldn’t want her. 

“You aren’t remotely capable of love.” He starts, a look in his eyes as if his intention was to hurt her. “The only person you’ve ever cared about was your sister- constantly following her around like some traumatized fucking puppy. Hell, you enlisted because of her. Did you ever think about what I wanted? You couldn’t tell me you loved me- you didn’t love me. And then you did this to yourself!” He waves his hand towards her face and she reflexively took a step back. 

An arm wraps around her waist to steady her and she doesn’t recoil from the touch. “Is there a fucking problem here?” Soap asks loudly in his deep and rough Scottish accent. “Because I’ll start fucking problems.” 

[owo-shenanigans]

Poly! Pipabethx fem! reader - jealous and overprotective headcanons? Plsss fido

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W…..women…..

Piper x reader x Annabeth

These two are alternating big spoons idk what to tell you. If you and Annabeth are cuddling and Piper comes in she’ll just jump on top of you both. If it’s you and Piper, Annabeth shoves herself either between you and Piper or behind Piper.

Annabeth says that she hates traditional romantic gestures but she cries whenever you and Piper get her flowers, plan a lovely evening picnic, or write her poetry so you both kind of ignore it.

If someone hits on you, Piper has to hold Annabeth back from verbally wringing them out. If they proceed to keep hitting on you after they’re told you’re taken, Piper lets Annabeth go all out on them.

Because they’re both head counselors they plan their schedules together and include your cabin, but it doesn’t always work. At minimum you all spend campfire together.

Piper & Annabeth don’t enjoy putting makeup on themselves but they enjoy putting it on the other, so sometimes your together time has them doing each others makeup. If you’re interested in makeup as well then you’re welcome to join!

Honestly you introduce them both to. Actually taking care of their hair. Annabeth just used bar soap and Piper refused to use the fancy stuff her dads assistants bought her, so you’re out here like “this is conditioner. Its why you two like running your hands through my hair” and they’re like :000 thanks babe

Y’all are the HOTTEST power thruple at camp tbh

As they both use knives which are. You know, short. So when the three of you leave camp and run into monsters, depending on your weapon you’re the distraction while they sneak around back.

It makes them freak out a little because they know you can hold your own but also GODS WHAT IF YOU GET HURT

Y’all are adorable honestly my teeth hurt writing this

[heroofpenamstan]

—OC TAG !

tagged by ( ages ago ) @faithchel, @chuckhansen, @loriane-elmuerto, @risenlucifer, @blissfulalchemist, @archetypesinthefog! x going to do my two new sons this time around just to have something about them on main, and going to Peer Pressure for some wayhaven/rdr ocs ( or any ones not done for! ) from my lovely mutuals: @consumedkings, @faithchel ( xoxoxo ), @abosaa, @starcrier; @shallow-gravy, @shellibisshe​ and anyone who wants to do it! x

name: ulrich hamelin alias/nicknames: ‘rich, rick, warlock of hamelin, nature’s abomination, pied piper, trickster, rat, tier X, agency’s menace gender: cis male age: 171 ( c. 2018 ) zodiac: gemini sun / capricorn moon / taurus rising abilities/talents: hypnotization, glamour, spell casting, conjuring, alchemy, dark magic, divination, enchantments, charms, manipulation, singing, various instruments, brewing, honed surivalist skills alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true religion: polytheistic pagan sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience languages: german, french, english, old norse, polish

family: unnamed father, mother, and two sisters, eliphas levi ( former mentor ) friends: man only has acquaintances he keeps at arms length and is prepared to drop and betray at a moment’s notice ( ethan murphy, various witch covens, agency higher-ups who need “special” “”illegal”” favours, trappers that want similar services; same goes for rogues, actually ), and ava du mortain ( even if it’s vehemently one-sided—or so she claims ). further along the line: detective isobel ross. sexuality: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other relationship status: single / partnered / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating / it’s complicated ( the century’s long slowburn/ lovers to awkward exes perceveres ) libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent build: slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other eyes: brown / blue / gray / green / black / other ( left eye is pale and hazed ) skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / dark / other height: 6′2 ( 189cm ) scars: both palms grazed with numerous cuts from various rituals, two deep gashes running from brow to cheekbone on the left side of the face, scarring the eyelid. magically healed would-be fatal wounds leaving faint lines in various parts of the body from altercations with other supernaturals, or humans during wartime features: strong bone structure, accented, deep voice, memorable face, and heterochromia sometimes shielded away with an eyepatch dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders || coffee or tea || ice cream or cake || fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic or melee || sword or bow || summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future five songs that remind you of them: 1. J2—man in the mirror 2. emily jane white—washed away 3. delta rae—i will never die 4. duivelspack—germania 5. soap&skin—thanatos bonus: the playlist

name: kayne o’driscoll alias/nicknames: kay, “abel smith”, o’driscoll jr., second-in-command, irish bastard, deranged maggot, pretty boy, cunning snake, the brains gender: cis male age: 35 ( c. 1899 ) zodiac: leo sun / scorpio moon / sagittarius rising abilities/talents: planning and organization, accounting, lying and deceiving, sweet-talking and philosophizing, long-range and short-range weapons, riding, gambling, stealing, basic survival skills alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true religion: ( loosely ) catholic sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience languages: english, some spanish and gaelic

family: colm o’driscoll ( uncle ), cillian o’driscoll ( father ), shannon o’driscoll ( mother ) friends: the o’driscoll boys, his sub-unit gang members ( cole, samuel, darren, james, niamh ), ben calloway, hector barlow, alden carruthers, seamus, sheriff leigh gray, sadie adler sexuality: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other relationship status: single / partnered / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating / it’s complicated libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent build: slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other eyes: brown / blue / gray / green / black / other skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / dark / other height: 6′ ( 185cm ) scars: old bullet wound scar on his right collar bone, a poorly-healed knife cut on his thigh, slight scarring on the chin features: olive-green bandana around the neck, trimmed and tidy beard, cocky drawl, wide, toothy grin, animated gestures dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders || coffee or tea || ice cream or cake || fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic or melee || sword or bow ( gun ) || summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future five songs that remind you of them: 1. anthony willis—toxic 2. jack leopards & the dolphin club—look what you made me do 3. radiohead—you and whose army? 4. the kinks—i’m not like everybody else 5. mario batkovic—revenge is a dish best eaten bonus: the ship playlist

[sugamoonv]

Pied Piper

“I’m here to save you, I’m here to ruin you“

Pairings: Faerie!Jimin x Reader / ??? x Reader

Word Count: 7.5k

Warnings: smut, manipulation, dubious use of magic

Summary: Everyone knows to never trust a faerie

A.N: SURPRISE!!!!!!! The fic that no one asked for but I wanted. I’m super excited for this; it’s going to be a two part series. I have gone in and fixed things so this is also be safe for poc readers

Masterlist

Next

Your foot splashes in the water when the mossy rock you attempted to step upon shifts throwing you off balance. Water rushes inside the deerskin so when you lift your foot back up, the moccasin hangs pathetically off of your foot. You step onto the rock again, more carefully this time, and when it doesn’t move you bring both feet together before leaping onto the next. 

Water rushes all around you deafening any and all sounds. The otherwise crystal clear water made the sand and fish underneath unseeable with the white froth of the mini waterfalls and current. There were small pools here and there, where the river was calm and minoes swam, but that was also where the biting flies conjugated. That was also the only place you chose to rest, choosing to sacrifice your skin to the bugs for the coolness of the shade and privacy of the trees. 

Your satchel slams against your hip as you jump to another rock and one more step and you’re on the embankment of the river. Tree branches whip you as you push them aside and stray twigs and stalks on the forest floor marr your calves before they snap under the pressure of your weight. Where you want a slight path, it doesn’t exist in a place you’ve never been and so you make sure to tread extra heavily so that at least your footsteps may be seen. 

There’s a boulder about a quarter into the river surrounded by smaller boulders. The top of the stone is concave and appears smooth and even enough for you to sit on so you don’t mind soaking your other shoe in order to get there. There’s another rock that’s half in the sun so you can leave your shoes there to dry while you work. 

It takes some tugging to pull your shoes off and they land on the other rock with a slap, immediately turning part of the stone dark gray as water trickles out. You tuck the bottom of your dress underneath your legs so that the ends hanging off the sides of the boulder don’t dip into the river and you stare inside your bag contemplating on what it is you want to do. A leather-bound book with blank pages rests prettily inside with the books that do contain ink, two of them interesting to you and the one you’re being forced to read by your mother and suitor. 

“You’re not supposed to be here, little one.”

You twist your torso to see a man perched on the small cliff above the bank of the river looking down at you. No, not a man. A faerie.

Your town was riddled with magic. Many women unable to find a husband to support themselves turned to herbal remedies and reading the stars. Farmers and desperate mothers left offerings to Gods, many you knew the name of, some you worshipped, and others that were foreign to you. The night spoke with the howls of creatures sounding other than the beasts men could hunt. And the day ended with bedtime tales of human-like creatures that dwelled into the forest and would steal children from their village with promises of sweets and the honey sounds of music. 

The faerie was beautiful, they all were, it was part of their lure. The long limbs on him would look odd if it weren’t for the defined muscle beneath his golden skin. His lips were upturned in a smirk that screamed danger but filled you with the pretense of safety as if this man were your friend. Perhaps if you were a child, this would be easy for him. But you were an adult now, anchored down with the responsibility of having to marry, start a family, and make some contribution to your village and after spending your in-between years wandering the forest and seeing glimpses of them and wood nymphs as they passed by, you knew better.

“Why don’t you talk, little one?” In the blink of an eye, he transported himself onto the sand behind you. You keep your back turned to him and try to read the words on the page but they keep blurring together. “I promise I’m harmless.” Not likely.

He transports again so he’s sitting directly in front of you and it takes everything in you to not give in to the temptation to look up at him. The air around him feels different even, like syrup and it makes you drowsy and relaxed. 

“What is your name, little one?”

You pretend to read and he watches you with a smirk still on his face. Your heart pounds against your ribs. 

“My name is Hoseok.”

Another trick. The moment you give them anything, your words, jewelry, voice, a name, they would use that to get under your skin. Any offers, whether intentionally given or not, made you vulnerable to them. 

Hoseok tuts and strokes your jaw delicately with the tips of his fingers. Goosebumps rise on your arm and you’re not sure if it’s because you can instinctively sense the dangerous nature of him or because you like the sensation of his magic brushing against you. 

“I can sense you are unhappy, little one,” he whispers into your ear and you can feel the pull of his words, the hidden promise to escape in his tone. Even if you gave them nothing, they still were able to use so much against you. 

“Tell me what it is that weighs you down.”

Flashes of the man that had been pursuing your hand pop up in your mind, you hear the faint sound of your mother’s lectures, the stares of your neighbors, and the sting of rejection as your mocked for asking to become an apprentice. You close your eyes and lean into his touch and the magic of his pull feels like the sun warming your skin or the warmth of a fire on a cold day so when you resist, it’s like a wave of icy water washes over you. 

“No,” you spit at him though it has no effect on the grin on his face. He watches as you hastily stand and gather your belongings and slip-on damp shoes onto your dry feet with knowing eyes. A single word. One single word and he latches onto to you. 

You’re surprised the faerie doesn’t pursue after you. The woods feel oddly empty and scary without his presence but you know that too is just a trick. You jump at every rustle made by a bird or squirrel or rabbit until you find your way home. People glance at that dirt on the bottom of your dress and your flushed face. You must look crazy as you run home. 

You burst through the front door and slammed it shut behind you as you throw your back against it. Your chest heaves and sweat dribbles down the side of your face and makes the skin on your chest glisten. 

“Y/N?” your mother calls from another room and she rounds the corner. It takes her a moment to take in your appearance. “What…happened…to you?” she asks slowly, “Look at you, you’re absolutely filthy! You have dirt, all over your dress! And where have you been!? Your fiance is coming very shortly and now we have to get you ready all over again!” your mother scolds.

“Fiance?” Your stomach drops. 

Your mother stops talking and looks at you. “Yes, fiance,” she says exasperatedly, “He came for brunch yesterday and asked for your hand and I told him yes. You would have known if you were here and not out pestering the blacksmith or medic. He’s a very nice man and has a very stable future. He’s supposed to be taking over his father’s business.”

Your mother pulls on your wrist since your frozen in shock and that’s the kickstart that gets you moving up the stairs to your room where you’ll have to prepare a bath. You numbly swirl the hot water in the tub before undressing and stepping in. The steam makes you sweat until you sink your head under the water. The only thing you can focus on is the fragrance of the soap and the feeling of your mother viciously scrubbing it into your scalp and then onto your back. 

Your mother drones on again with all the ways to act like a proper lady as she twists strands of your hair into a more fitting style. You stare blankly at your reflection in the vanity, makeup adorning your face from the crushed berries, minerals, and rose petals. 

Your mother sighs pityingly seeing your expression, “I know this isn’t what you want but it’s what must be done. SeokJin is a nice man. He’ll treat you with respect and perhaps one day you can learn to love him like a wife. But this is unfortunately what us women must do to survive and this is the best I could do.”

Tears well in your eyes as you continue to stare at yourself and your mother wraps her arms around your shoulders and bends to rest her forehead in the groove of your neck and shoulder before kissing your temple and standing straight. 

Jin is waiting at the bottom of the stairs with his hands folded behind his back and a polite smile. He bows respectfully when you and your mother reach the last step. You put a smile on your own face though you’re sure he can tell it isn’t completely sincere.

For the next forty minutes, the only sound at the dining table is the sound of utensils clinking against your plates. Your mother attempts to start a conversation and Jin adds in his opinions when asked but the conversation quickly dies with your short, clipped responses. You feel guilty but you’re unable to make yourself say anything more than a few words at a time. 

“Would you like to take a walk?” Jin sets his fork and knife down on the empty plate in front of him. Needing fresh air, you nod and Jin smiles and stands, bowing to your mother before he walks outside with you. 

You follow a trail in silence for a few minutes. The sky has become dark and the first hints of the night show themselves with a few dots of stars behind the clouds. The warm breeze has turned cool and many people have returned to their homes so the streets are quiet. 

“I’m sure your mother has told you of my offer,” Jin strikes up a conversation. 

You nod and keep your eyes on the ground. 

“It’s quite a bit much,” Jin laughs and clears his throat, “Getting married, planning a wedding.”

You walk by him and listen to him speak, not having anything to add. He speaks more about trivial things that pop into his head and tells you a few jokes. Jin doesn’t seem to mind your silence too much and happily replies to anything you say and you’re glad that he doesn’t push because his presence grows comforting. Not comforting in a way you would think of a husband, but of a childhood friend. 

“Jin!” someone shouts out and you and Jin turn to the source of the noise. A figure walks towards you and when they get close enough, you recognize it to be Namjoon. 

You remember Namjoon from school, your teacher would use him as an example many times during your lessons. He was a few grades above you so you never truly befriended him but you knew who he was. He joined got an apprenticeship right after graduating and was now one of the town’s bookkeepers. You would say hi to him whenever you went to the library and he was working. 

“Namjoon…” Jin draws out his name as though he’s warning him of something. The smile on Namjoon’s face falters when he gets closer and he sees you but he quickly hides it. You miss the cautious glance from Jin as a signal to Namjoon. 

“Y/N, hi,” Namjoon bows to you, “I didn’t see you,” he tries to laugh off his embarrassment. Namjoon’s gaze lingers on Jin. “How are you? Did you finish your book?”

“I did, yes. Thank you,” you reply courteously. Namjoon nods and looks to Jin again and an uncomfortable silence falls on the three of you. 

Jin blushes and clears his throat. “No one knows now but I should tell you that Y/N and I are engaged.” His voice is meek and he immediately looks to the ground as Namjoon’s head snaps towards him. 

Namjoon’s lips slightly part and he blinks away the moisture collecting in his eyes. He clenches his jaw and forces a smile onto his face. “Congratulations,” Namjoon’s voice cracks and he coughs, “That’s wonderful news.”

You want to run. The reminder brings a wave of nausea to your stomach and your skin crawls. But you hide your discomfort with an insincere smile of your own and dip your head in a small bow, “Thank you.”

“It’s getting late, I think perhaps I should walk you home now.” Jin forces his eyes from Namjoon and turns to you and desperately wanting to be alone, you quickly agree. “Namjoon,” Jin calls out to the man departing, “I was thinking about getting a new book to read. Will you be working tomorrow?”

Namjoon stands still for a moment before speaking, “Yes, I will be.”

“Good,” Jin confirms and then you’re both walking away. Neither of you talk on your way back and neither of you wants to. Jin leaves you with a few kind words and makings for future plans. 

The next few days pass by relatively calm. You avoid your mother as much as possible as the only thing on her mind these days is your marriage and the prospect of having children. And that’s why you’re running now. The idea of having to become a mother too much for you to handle and rather than staying and talking about the gender of your future children, you ran. 

You pound on the door of the house secluded from the rest of your village. When no one answers, you pound again. 

“What do you want?” Yoongi rips the door open to your flustered appearance. “Why are you here?” he scowls down at you. 

You grin at him, his intimidating expression is meaningless to you. “Can’t a girl just visit the town witch because she wants to.” 

Yoongi’s scowl turns into a glare. “No. Now, why are you here?” 

“I came to see if it’s done.”

Yoongi sighs and glances past you before ushering you in. His cottage is actually quite large but is made small with all the objects inside. Plants sit on every possible surface turning his cottage into a greenhouse. Wooden and stone bowls lie about and you can smell the scent of burning sage and lavender. A wisp of smoke hugs the ceiling as it spreads throughout the house. A black cat mewls at you from a tabletop and you reach out and scratch the top of its head as you pass by. 

There’s a small stone bowl being held over an open flame, held up with one of Yoongi’s spells. The liquid in it is a dark purple, almost black and bubbles with the heat. Yoongi walks around it to a table and clears away some of the space. His cat leaps onto the table and butts its head into Yoongi’s arm and he absent-mindedly begins petting the cat as he leans against the table facing you. 

“I’m missing an ingredient,” Yoongi informs you, “I thought I had some stocked up but I must have used it all.” Yoongi scratches the back of his head. “Other than that, it’s almost done.”

“What are you missing?”

“Peacock flower.”

“A flower?” you ask disbelievingly.

Yoongi sucks in a deep breath. “I need the seeds from it in order to complete the potion. I checked my garden too to see if any were growing but there’s none.”

“Wouldn’t it be in the forest?”

“Yes,” Yoongi sighs, “but I can’t leave this so I can’t go out to look for it.”

“Okay, so what if I went to look for it?”

Yoongi looks at you with his eyebrows raised before he shakes his head and picks up his cat to drop him on the floor. The cats runs off once its feet hit the ground. He turns his back to you and pulls out a notebook and opens it and you see his hand moving as he draws something on the page. You tinkle with a few of his things for a few minutes as he draws in silence. 

“This is what it looks like,” Yoongi rips out the page and hold it up to you. It shows a long stem that branches off multiple times. The petals of the flower are split into four parts and widen out like a fan with bumps at the end. In the middle of the petals is an antenna that splits into multiple parts and has bulbs on the end. “They’re tall and hard to miss but they don’t grow close to here. You’ll have to venture far out to find them.” He lowers the page so he can look you directly in the eyes, “Is this something you really want to do?” 

You keep your eyes locked onto his and nod. 

His eyes flicker about your face before he presses his lips together. “There’s a chance you could get lost.” He turns from you again and moves frantically pulling out ingredients and setting up bowls and mortars and pestles. He throws in a plant that’s unfamiliar to you and begins to ground it, “I can make something that will help me keep an eye on you,” he slams the butt of his palm on the flat part of a knife to crush a beetle and scrapes it into a bowl, “I’m going to give you this and when you get lost, sprinkle this in a circle around you and I’ll be able to see exactly where you are.”

You fiddle with the locket around your neck containing the dust Yoongi made for you. He stands on the steps before you so he has to look slightly down at you standing on the ground. His fingers are nimble as the fasten one of his cloaks around you and then folds the drawing he made and folding it into your palm. 

“Do you remember what to do if you get lost?” Yoongi’s face is completely serious. 

“Yes, mother,” you tease him but his expression doesn’t lighten. Instead, he looks at you annoyed. 

“I’m serious, Y/N. You’re going to be going out a lot further than you’re used to and there’s a lot of creatures that dwell in the forest. I’m a witch and I’ve had to find my way out of dangerous situations, you’re only human.”

“I’ll be okay,” you chuckle out the reassurance, “You’ve always looked out for me. This is no different, if I feel even slightly unsafe I’ll sprinkle your magic dust. I trust you, now please trust me. I’m only going out to look for a flower,” you tilt your head up at Yoongi and raise your eyebrows. 

Yoongi steps down to be level with you and grabs you into a hug. You wrap your arms around his thin waist and rest your head on his chest, turning your face to the side. He holds you there for a few moments before pushing you away and holding you at arm's length. 

“Just be safe, okay?”

He watches until you completely disappear from his view into the forest. 

There’s a path that you follow for a while before the grass begins to overtake it and it becomes mangled with the roots of trees and rocks buried in the dirt. The only sounds are of the leaves rustling as birds take flight when you come too close. Sunlight occasionally filters in through the tops of the trees making small sunlight patches and showing the particles floating in the air in it’s rays. You’re lucky Yoongi’s cloak only falls to about your knees because you’ve already managed to snag your dress on a low hanging branch and tear a hole in it. 

“Well, well, well,” Hoseok saunters over to you, “I wasn’t expecting to meet you here, little one.”

You roll your eyes and continue walking through the thicket. 

“Still ignoring me, I see,” Hoseok laughs. He flashes right in front of you and delicately lifts part of the cloak to inspect it, “I’ve seen this before,” he hums. 

You yank the cloak from his fingers and brush past him but he appears in front of you again and you step to the side to avoid him to continue walking but he grabs your arm last minute. His hold is much harsher than what he’s shown before and it catches you off guard. 

“Does the witch know you have his cloak?” Hoseok cocks an eyebrow and looks at you arrogantly. 

“He knows,” you growl and tear your arm from him. Rage buds in your chest when you hear him cackle behind you and he teleports himself back in front of you. 

“Did he give you this?” You swat his hand away as he reaches out for the cloak. This time when you try to go around him he steps in your way. “Did Yoongi give you this, little one?” 

You look up at Hoseok in shock and your heart stops. He knows Yoongi’s name. 

“How do you know his name?” you breath out. 

“How do you know the witch that lives in my woods, little one?” he counters. 

“I asked you first.”

He peers at you for what feels like an eternity before he burst out laughing. “I like your spirit, little one.” You twist your face from his palm that cups your cheek, nose sneered at him and stomp off. Hoseok only follows you silently now. 

The shadows shift as the sun grows high in the sky then afternoon sets in; all without a pip from Hoseok who still has yet to leave you alone. The microscopic bugs that swarm your head and try to burrow in your hair that you keep having to swat away are a more welcoming presence than the faerie. You hold your tongue but the entire time, your mind has been bogged trying to think of how Hoseok had come to know Yoongi’s name. You could only hope that Yoongi had a safeguard to protect himself from the faerie's magic. 

You unfold the drawing that Yoongi gave you as you come to a patch of flowers and you only get a glimpse before its snatched out of your hands. 

“What is this?” Hoseok asks airily though its rhetoric as he’s scanning the page. 

“Nothing.” You dart your hand out to try to get the drawing back from Hoseok but he moves his hand from your reach even faster. Each attempt is foiled by Hoseok’s long arms and impossibly fast reflexes. 

“Flos pavonis,” Hoseok pips, “Now why would you be looking for this, little one?” His eyes drift to your stomach and he tilts his head curiously, “Are you with child?”

Your nostrils flare and you attempt to grab the page again but Hoseok lifts his hand so it’s too high for you to reach. 

“It’s none of your business.”

Hoseok smirks. Another opening. He presses his palm flat against your stomach and you let out a protest and stumble away from him. His smirk grows wider.

“Hmm, not with child so why else would you be looking for this particular flower?” He puts a finger to his chin as he pretends to think. Hoseok sets you on edge as he turns his gaze down to you in a predatory stare. He steps close enough to you so that you’re able to smell his musk. He brings your chin up with a hooked finger so you have to look at him, “Perhaps it’s because the desire to become a mother doesn’t run deep. If it’s a remedy to your natural curse you’re searching for, I can offer you a way to get something so much better than what a witch can.”

The pull returns. The world around you begins to smudge and the hair on your arm raises despite the burning warmth you feel within. Your eyelids begin to droop as you relax in Hoseok’s close proximity and with the little strength you have, you clasp your hand around the locket full of dust. 

Hoseok tuts at you and wraps his hand around your wrist to pull your hand away. “You won’t be needed that where we’re going, little one.” His voice seems to drift away from you as you enter a state of half-consciousness. “All you have to do is say yes. Say yes, Y/N.”

“Yes,” you gasp like a prayer, “Yes, please.”

Hoseok feels powerful. And if anyone were watching, they would say that you disappeared into thin air, without so much as a cry for help. 

The air is thicker in the faerie realm. It feels like you’re floating as Hoseok carries you through the forest. All the colors stretch and blur together in one giant haze and the feeling is euphoric. You have a dopey smile on your face as your eyelids flutter shut and you feel magic thrum your veins and settle deep in your bones. You wonder if this is how everyone that goes missing feels like because if so, you understand now. 

When you wake again, you’re in a large bed under silk sheets enclosed in with sheer drapes. There’s a pink hue to the room that coats the white decorations giving the space an elegant appearance. You swing your legs off the side of the bed and your feet land on a plush rug covering a section of the dark wooden floors. You also notice that the worn-in dress you had left your home wearing had been changed with a silk slip with spaghetti straps and a deep v-neckline. 

Sun filters into the room despite you not seeing any windows. Everything feels slower here, as though you were given a sedative that masks the panic being in a different realm would bring. Your locket hangs daintily on the edge of a small dresser across the room and slowly you get up and walk to it. Your hands feel too heavy to hook the clasp. 

“Here, let me,” someone softly offers from behind you and before you can look, there are warm hands brushing against the back of your neck and a faint click and the chain feels cool as it rests. The person’s hand gather your hair and they let it fall so it doesn’t pass your shoulders. 

You allow the person to spin you to face him and when you do it’s the first time since you’ve been here you remember you have a beating heart and lungs. The magic that felt like molasses sticking to your skin falls away to fresh breath of his magic. It feels as though you’re eating spoonfuls of peanut butter but instead of sticking to the roof of your mouth it’s smooth on your tongue. 

His wavy hair takes on the pink hue of the room but you’re not sure if it’s because that’s the actual color of his hair or if it’s white like the majority of the room. Either way, it looks soft and pliable. And his lips are an even richer pink contrasting nicely with the healthy blush of his round cheeks. Despite the intense almond shape of his eyes, his gaze is soft upon you. 

“Who are you?” you get the words out with some effort. 

The corners of his mouth lift into a soft smile. “I can’t just give my name out to any pretty face. Haven’t you heard how much power that kind of knowledge can hold over a person? That’s something you’re going to have to earn.”

You find yourself rapidly nodding. His name is something you desperately want to know. You can feel the desire deep in your bones like some unscratchable itch. He breathes out a laugh through his nose. 

“Come on. Let’s go eat.” He intertwines his fingers with yours and tugs you behind him. 

Rule number one of entering the faerie realm: Don’t Eat Any Food

You stare down at the full plate of food in front of you, mouth-watering. The man happily eats across from you and from time to time, your eyes drift to his lips as they wrap around his spoon or press against his cup. 

“Ah,” Hoseok’s voice cuts through the dining room, “I see you’ve met our little one.” The man’s eyes follow as Hoseok’s hand crawls to your shoulder and he squeezes. Hoseok takes the seat next to you and immediately a servant rushes out a plate of food. “I assume our Prince has been nothing but courteous to you.” This time, Hoseok’s speaking to you as he takes a bite of his chicken. 

It’s odd. This faerie has been pestering you for days and you’re just noticing the sharpness of his jaw and defined edges of his lips. Your hand reaches for the locket. 

“No, no, dove,” the Prince has somehow moved behind you and stops your hand. Your fingers relax and your locket falls back to your chest. The Prince looks over to your plate and pouts, “She hasn’t eaten any of her food.”

This somehow breaks from your reverie and the cold feeling washes over you again only this time it feels like aloe on an untreated burn. Your head snaps to Hoseok who you’ve come to realize constantly has a smug look on his face. 

“You said you were going to get me something better.”

Hoseok takes another bite of his food and takes his time chewing. After he takes a long sip of wine he pivots towards you in his chair. “I withheld my end of our deal. The remedy you’re seeking, you’ll have to go to someone of a higher power.”

The Prince. 

It’s just now that you notice his absence and as though he were able to sense your thinking of him, he returns through the doors, each step elegant and demanding of your attention. In his hands, he holds a parcel and he moves your plate out of the way to set down the mysterious package in front of you. 

“It’s food,” he mutters kindly, “I’m not offering it to you so you’re safe to eat it.” His eyes are honest as they bore into yours. 

“More than courteous,” Hoseok slips under his breath, fully enjoying the scene before him. 

You cautiously unwrap the brown paper to reveal a loaf of freshly baked bread, one similar to the bread from the village baker. In fact, it smells almost exactly the same. The steam wafting from the bread is eerily close to the scent of the wooden house you would pass on the way to school or of the baker’s son as he ran around trying to sell that few loafs leftover at the end of the day. 

You eyeball the loaf and the Prince squeezes his hands together. “I got it from your baker. I know this is you and your mother’s favorite kind.”

You look at him with wide eyes. “How do you know that?”

“I asked,” he states simply. 

How stupid of them. 

You clench your jaw and ignore the rumble in your stomach the enticing aroma inspires. “I was looking for a flower and Hoseok said he could get me something better.” Hoseok glances at you disinterestedly. “I have someone waiting for me and I promised them I would return, so unless you have something for me, I want to leave.”

The Prince admires you fondly and runs his thumb along your cheek and the sickly sweetness seeps through your skin but now you’re prepared to fight it. “Follow me, dove.” He doesn’t take his eyes off of you as he gives a command to Hoseok, “Hoseok, clean this up.”

“Yes, my Prince,” Hoseok bows with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

You keep your eyes off of the Prince and on the paintings adorning the marble walls. You can feel his eyes on you from time to time and the sensation of him looking at you stirs something between nervousness and excitement within you. He leads you in silence and you blush with the inquisitive glances of the faeries that pass by you and him. They all bow to him and he returns the gesture gracefully and the formality of each second long exchange makes you feel out of place. He stops in front of a set of double doors and smiles at you before pulling both open at once. 

Inside is a plethora of fauna that puts Yoongi’s garden to shame. The witch’s garden that you always admired in esteem for the many species of flowers, vegetables, and herbs that stretched around the entirety of his house was microscopic to this. A maze of green stretches on before you so far you can’t tell where it ends. There’s a cobblestone pathway to lead you into the foliage and as the Prince walks ahead, you see bursts of colors from budding petals on closer inspection. The air is warm and nectarous and the dew collects on your skin. While your baby hairs stick your forehead, the Prince seems completely unaffected with the heat. 

The Prince stops a patch of yellow and orange flowers that stand tall above both your heads. 

“Hoseok informed me what it is you are looking for.” 

The Prince drags down the stalk of a flower so the petals brush his nose and you swallow heavily when his eyes flutter shut and serenely buries his nose in the middle of the petals. He opens his eyes and looks to the side at you and with the way the light hits his face, you see the light dusting of lilac upon his eyelid and the darkness of charcoal on his lashes. It was really unfair for a species like him to add to their already ethereal beauty. 

“Is this something you really want, dove?” the Prince gingerly asks you and his hands return to cup your face and you nod in his palms. “Why?” his tone is innocent and holds no judgment. 

“I want more in life than to just be expected to marry some man and have his children. I want to be seen as more than a vessel and a maid.”

“Many women have the same desire yet they find happiness in the situations they are put in. Is this man you are set to marry really that abhorrent?”

A flash of guilt darts through you at the thought of Jin and how by now enough time has passed so he’s on your front stoop alone while your mother runs about searching for you. Yoongi’s still probably sitting in front of the potion you asked for with only his cat to keep him company because the brew requires someone to stir it every twenty minutes or else it begins to harden. 

“There’s nothing wrong with him. This is about what I want,” you sternly tell the Prince and he grins down at you. The odd feeling of pride swirls in your chest. 

“Very well.” The Prince stretches up and a sliver of skin shows itself as the silk shirt he’s wearing rides up. He pinches one of the bulbs of a flower and a few seeds tumble from the split open wound. The dimples on his back are so very tempting and the world around you goes hazy until the Prince lowers to his feet and is completely covered again. 

The Prince drops the seeds into your hand and closes your fingers around them for you. The pad of his thumb rubs along your knuckles and he moves in closer to you so the fabrics of your shirts brush together with each breath. Oh so very tempting. 

“There is a price for those seeds, dove. They contain far more magic than anything you will find in human soil and this kind of magic doesn’t come free.”

Your eyes flicker between his eyes before squinting. “What is it you want?”

The air is getting thicker and your legs begin to weigh you down rather than hold you up. 

“A kiss,” he whispers with parted lips. His eyes glance down to yours and he flickers out his tongue to bring moisture to the pink tissue of his lips and you stare conflicted at the movement. “Just one kiss.” You can feel his warm breath and your mouth grows dry and begs for hydration that only the Prince can give. 

You can’t possibly bring yourself to pull away, not with how the seeds dig into your palm within a tightened fist and the Prince’s magic seeping into every pore. You can at least say you hesitated when closing the gap between your lips and his. 

The Prince’s lips are soft and move delicately with yours until he presses further. His hands slip down your arms and tighten on your hips in order to tug you flush with him and when you gasp at the unexpectedness of it, he carefully nudges his tongue against the inside of your bottom lip. He becomes more daring when you softly moan and meet his tongue with yours and then it becomes a dance where he swirls his tongue before pulling back and sucking your bottom lip in between his teeth and then bruising them all over again. 

Your heart beats heavy in your chest but the only thing you feel is the Prince and the butterflies restlessly fluttering in your stomach and lungs. His fingers dig into your flesh. 

“Can I?” He presses his forehead to yours and marvels at the redness of your cheeks and the puffiness of your lips that he’s induced. All you can do is nod. “I need to hear you say it, dove.”

Fuck. It’s hard to speak when your tongue is sticking to the roof of your mouth. “Yes,” the confirmation sounds mangled but it’s enough. 

He bunches the rough fabric of your dress and pulls it up until your left in your slip and when he takes that off, you’re fully exposed to him. Your nipples button in the fresh air and despite the way his eyes devour you, rather than wanting to hide you feel in control. 

You quiver as he brushes the side of your breast and then gently rolls your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb. “How beautiful, my sweet dove. Look at how you respond to my touch.” He’s talking about the way your nipples harden with his help. 

“Please. Please touch me,” you beg him fully immersed in his magic. 

“What do I get in return?” He teases you and takes pride in the goosebumps that raise on your arms when he withdraws his hand. 

Rule number two of entering the faerie realm: Don’t Give In To Temptation.

“Anything.”

His eyes set ablaze and within a second, the garden around you disappears and you’re in another bedroom. The size of the room nearly equals the size of your kitchen and living room combined. A large bed sits in the middle of the room covered in pillows and small lights line the top of the walls. Only they’re not lights; when you look closer you can see the sway and brighten and dimmer. A crown of flowers rests on top of a cushion on one of the many vanities in the room and next to that are several chokers, necklaces, rings, and bracelets. The gems on them glisten and scatter light onto the ceiling

The Prince hooks his finger under your chin and draws your attention back to him and he slowly closes the gap between your lips in another kiss. His lips drag slowly against yours as he takes his time and gently pushes you into the bed. He follows without breaking contact when your knees buckle and you fall backwards on the feather-soft quilt. 

“You’re so soft,” he praises as his hands leave feather-light touches on your thighs before dipping in between them and pressing on your inner thighs. He forces your legs apart and settles himself in between them, hovering over you so he can capture your lips.

The Prince grinds his clothed hips into your bare core and the satin smoothness of his trousers is a pleasant, foreign sensation. You mewl into his lips and try to lift your hips to meet him but he presses down harder pinning your hips to the bed with his. Your breath quickens to an alarming rate when he slides his lips down your neck, occasionally nibbling at the skin and then he presses his lips to your areola. 

His tongue smoothly runs along the tissue before swirling around your nipple. The other breast is being massaged with one of the Prince’s hands and the other is still holding your leg to widen your hips for him. You gasp when his teeth scrape against your skin and he replaces the sensation when he sucks a nipple into his mouth. He does the same with the other breast so when his lips are peppering down your body again, your chest glistens with his spit. 

Your breath comes out in huffs when he reaches the space right before your mound and his thumb harshly digs into your thigh. He nudges his nose into your lower stomach, glancing up at you quickly before focusing his attention on your thighs. He starts at your knees and works his way back up until he’s at the junction of your hips. 

You fumble with your words as you don’t have a name to call out and in a panic, your mind flashes to the addressal from Hoseok. “My Prince!”

The coals within the faerie burn hotter. He looks at you intensely like a predator stalking its prey. The only difference is you want to be devoured by him. 

“Patience, sweet dove.”

The Prince dips his pointer finger in your folds and gathers the wetness to trace your sensitive outer lips. He smirks when you jump at his finger brushing against your clit, desperate for attention. After circling your labia a few times, the Prince adds a second finger. 

The stretch from his fingers has you clutching the quilt beneath you as he slowly pushed his fingers deep within your core. He waits there for a moment, keeping an eye on your face for any signs of discomfort and when you show none, he expands his fingers into a ‘v’ before bringing them back together and drawing them out. He gradually scissors you open until he’s confident you’re stretched enough. 

Sweat beads at your hairline and your chest and cheeks are flushed. The arms in your muscles burn as you keep them tense with the strength of your grip on the bed. The Prince has taken to thrusting his fingers into your core at a rapidly building pace until your juice collects on his hand and each move is indicated with a squelch. It’s only when your breathing is fast enough and the pleasure strong enough to make you lightheaded, the Prince finally places his lips onto you. 

He starts off lightly kissing the top of your mound and his soft lips have your stomach muscles tightening and you clenching around his fingers now moving languidly inside you. He pokes his tongue out to leave kitten licks against your clit and the sounds you’ve been holding back escape. Your moans bounce off the wall and sound throughout the room as the Prince adds more pressure to his tongue. 

“Oh my god-fuck, I’m so close,” you slur past another moan when the Prince rims your entrance with his tongue then returns to swirl your bud into his mouth. 

“Come for me, Y/N. Let me taste you.” He hooks his fingers up so they press into the bundle of nerves and hollows his cheeks so there’s suction on your clit and the coil in your stomach snaps so you’re seeing white. He collects your sweet nectar onto his tongue with small slurping sounds as you come down from your high. 

You look down at the Prince through half-lidded eyes and push his hair from his forehead. He meets your eyes at the touch and crawls up to cage you with his arms. You taste yourself on his lips and tongue. Drowsiness washes over you and it becomes a struggle to keep yourself awake but you use what energy you have remaining to reach down and tug on the waistband of the Prince’s trousers.

“No, dove,” the Prince airily giggles as he catches your wrist. 

“Let me take care of you,” you pout and he looks adoringly down at you. 

“Not tonight.”

You flit in and out of consciousness while the Prince gets up from the bed and comes back with a nightgown and a wet cloth to clean you. You finally succumb to the dream world when he tucks the quilt under your sides and adjusts a pillow beneath your head.

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Wretched In The Depths

A/N: So, I decided I wanted to try something new. This is gonna deviate from my usual fluffy fics. It’s still an Au but I was thinking maybe having it be a part of a horror universe. Yes, I am considering making a Horror AU series for all your favorite MCU babies and so on. I’m personally a huge fan of horror but I know others aren’t so I’m not gonna be using my usual tag lists. With that being if you would like to be tagged in my horror au then just comment under this and I will gladly add you. Another note, I will still be finishing certain series and creating my regular ole fics, I just wanna branch out a little bit. I’m very proud of this fic. :)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Black!Reader

Summary: You, Steve, and your children move into a new home when you start acting strange. 

Warnings: Attention! Please do not read if you aren’t comfortable with description of possessed individual, character death, death of animals, loss of child, and injuries. KInda angsty. Little bit of language in there.

Word Count: I don’t know, LET’S GET SPOOPY! This bitch long though! Also, gif not mine!

“Honey, please don’t put that in your mouth.” You reached behind Steve’s seat while he chuckled. You gently tugged the dog’s blanket from your 3 year old’s mouth and she giggled while you blew a stray curl out of your eye. You looked at your youngest daughter, her eyes catching your eye as she giggled and blew you kiss. You smiled, catching the kiss and placing it over your heart before leaning back in your seat. 

“How long until we get there, Pops?” Your 12 year old son, Ollie, called out to your husband. “Not too far. buddy. Just another mile or so.” Steve responded and your 16 year old daughter, Marina, spoke up. “Ma showed me pictures of the house. I did some research on the house and did you know that the past 3 families that lived there died in random, gruesome deaths?”

You nodded and turned to look at her. “Yeah, i read about that. Lots of people were saying it was cursed by an old witch who led some weird cult hundreds of years ago. Spoooooky.” You and Marina giggled while Steve rolled his eyes. “Daaaad, do you have to let them talk like that around me?’ Your son spoke up and you turned to face him. 

“I’m sorry, sweetie, I know how much you hate that kind of talk.” You gently patted his knee and gave a sympathetic smile while Marina sat back. “Sorry, Ollie. It’s just really interesting, ya know?” Ollie huffed as he rubbed your Golden Retriever’s head. “I guess...” He mumbled and Marina frowned a bit. “Don’t pout on me, man. Look, when we get there and we’re all settled how about we play a few rounds of Mortal Kombat?”

Ollie immediately smiled wide, a grin you loved to see. “You’re on!” 

“We’re here. The movers aren’t too far behind us.” Steve spoke as you pulled into the driveway of the house. It stood tall, a little dirty but nothing that couldn’t be power washed. Everything looked to be in good shape, windows in tact, shutters as well. A small swingset stood off to the side of the yard near a small lake. “I’ve seen the pictures but Steve...this beautiful.”

Your youngest daughter, Sommer, held onto Marina’s hand while Ollie and your dog, Piper walked around the trunk of the car to get their bags. “Duckie!” Sommer called out and you giggled, clapping your hands at her recognition. “Yes! That’s a Duckie!”

Steve walked around the back of the car and grabbed a few bags with very little strain while your son attempted to hide his strain. “You guys should start putting me in lifting classes.” Steve huffed out a laugh and looked down at his son. “You’re a little too young, kiddo. Let’s wait until 13 and see if still feel the same.”

You gently grabbed a bag from Steve’s arm and he gave you a look. “What? I’m not gonna let you carry all this on your own.” 

Marina quickly tugged the bag from your hand and you scoffed. “Your 8 and a half months pregnant. Let’s not induce your labor just yet.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes, huffing as you grabbed Sommer’s hand. “I’ll unlock the door then. Wasn’t even a heavy bag.” You mumbled that last part and Steve sighed as you waddled off to open the door. 

“What are we gonna do with her, dad?” Marina spoke and Steve shrugged, a smile tugging at his lips. “I have no clue, doll. But enough stalling, let’s get these bags in so you guys can pick your rooms.”

That got the kids moving faster!

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The first few days were quiet, nothing  really going on since you all had moved in. The kids helped unpack while Steve did most of the brunt work. He and the kids, however, would not let you on your feet for more than 10 minutes. Even Sommer chimed in one time with a surprisingly stern “Mommy, sit.” 

Steve decided to leave his company’s work up to his best friends, Bucky and Sam, temporarily since you were due any minute now. 

The house was dusty considering no one had lived in it for over 50 years, needed a few renovations but nothing your Stevie couldn’t fix. 

Today was particularly quiet, Steve had ran out to pick up an extra can of paint and Marina and Ollie were at school. Sommer would have been home with you but Steve’s mom insisted on giving the two of you a break, especially you so she had taken your youngest for the week.

You gently hummed along to Anita Baker’s Sweet Love, softly singing the lyrics to yourself as you swayed. You were making dinner for the night, baked fish, grilled asparagus, and homemade mashed potatoes. You made triple what you really needed because Ollie and Steve alone could eat you out of a house. 

As you mashed the peeled and boiled potatoes you saw something dark quickly pass through your peripheral. Your head snapped up, your eyes immediately glancing at the doorway. “I think these floaters are getting worse.” You sighed and turned back to the small, steel, blue pot, seasoning the potatoes and mixing the dish before adding a bit of milk and letting it sit on low heat. 

You moved to check your fish before a thud from upstairs caught your attention. Your head snapped up. You quietly turned off the heat and wiped your hands before glancing out the window into the driveway. Steve wasn’t home yet so what the fuck was that?

You quietly grabbed the butcher knife the drawer and made your way towards the stairs. You huffed, calming your nerves before taking a step forward. you clutched the knife tightly in your hand as you took each step quietly. You were near the middl when the door opening startled you. You jumped and turned around, knife still in hand. 

“Honey, I’m ho--...i know your hormones are fucked but are you really about to stab me?” He spoke, a smirk on his lips as you rolled your eyes and came back down the steps. “It wasn’t for you. I thought I heard something upstairs. It was honestly probably just the house settling.” Despite the words you were saying you felt a cloud of unease engulf you. You rubbed your rounded belly for comfort as Steve rubbed your arms. He noticed the shaking in your words.

“Hey, hey. I’ll go check everything out up there and you just sit and take a moment to relax.” You nodded as he kissed your forehead and made his way up the steps quietly.

You sat the knife down in the kitchen. You leaned over the counter, taking deep breaths as your anxiousness continued to rise. Another loud thud caused you to flinch. You looked up at the ceiling before making your way back towards the stairs. Another thud made you jump, you were becoming even more weary by the second. “Steve?” You called out and it was silent for a moment before he made his way into your view. 

You took a breath but once registered his state you giggled. “I think I found what scared ya, doll.” His shirt was scratched across his chest and there were a few scratches on his hand but within it he held a raccoon. You giggled and he sighed, coming down the steps. “What were you doing up there little fella?” You spoke to the animal while following Steve as he took it to the tree line near the house. 

“Alright, go on.” He gently put the animal down and it scurried off into the woods. You sighed and walked back to the house, Steve following. 

Once inside you went back to your mashed potatoes, adding some shredded cheddar and parsley. Steve reached out to grab an asparagus and you smacked his hand. “I don’t think so. Go wash your hands and watch the game or something.”

“Excuse you, I prefer the design channel.”

“And that’s why I said or something.”

“Don’t be a smart ass.” He smacked your behind before going to wash his hands. You chuckled, mixing the potatoes as the bus pulled up in front of your house.

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“Why didn’t you keep it?!” Ollie screeched at the dinner table and you smiled. He had always loved animals. 

“Because it was wild which means us keeping it as pet isn’t exactly ideal.” You spoke and Steve nodded in agreement. “I don’t know, a pet raccoon sounds kind of cool.” Marina chimed in.

“See!” You giggled and shook your head. “Finish your food and we’ll talk about a pet raccoon.” 

Immediately, Ollie stuffed his mouth full of the salmon and mashed potatoes he had laughed. You laughed and grabbed your plates, standing to your feet. Steve gently grabbed your wrist. “I told you i would handle the dishes, darling.” You rolled your eyes and leaned down to kiss his lips. “I’m just gonna put them in the sink and soak them in some warm water and soap. Make it a little easier for you.”

Steve sighed giving you a smile before letting you go. “Gross.” Ollie spoke up and Marina smacked him in the chest lightly. “it’s not gross. It’s sweet. Dad’s completely in love with mom and she’s the same with him.” 

Steve nodded. “Exactly. You’ll be there soon enough. You’re gonna see the prettiest dame you’ve ever seen in life and then you’re gonna be stuck on her.”

You chuckled softly at their conversation, turning to the sink and placing the dishes in after stopping it up. You poured a bit of soap onto the m before turning on the water. You grabbed the sprayer hose and held it over  dishes. You waited for a few seconds, casually glancing around before your eyes landed outside. You squinted, think you’d seen someone out there. You blinked and it looked like a body was hanging from the large oak tree outside. 

Your hands shook, your breathing beginning to come out in short bursts. You tried calling Steve but his name wouldn’t come out. Within seconds the figure appeared in front of you outside. You saw Marina, face pale and bruised, blood running from her mouth as she gave you a sinister smile. She reached out towards you, her eyes rolling back while she twitched violently. 

You managed to let out a blood curdling scream as tears streamed down your cheeks. Your heads clutched your shirt tightly as your eyes fell closed. Your screams got louder and soon you were wrapped in someone’s arms. You don’t know when but apparently you had sunken down to the floor. You were pulled tight against a broad chest with a voice oddly familiar whispering to you that you’re okay.

Your body continued to shake as you sobbed. “No, no, no, no. Marina!” You sobbed out and cried harder. You felt soft hands on your face. “Mom, open your eyes.” You shook your head. “No, please not my Marina...” You whispered out, still sobbing until a cracked voice finally brought you back to Earth. 

“Mom, please! I’m right here, I’m right here.” You opened your eyes slowly. A wail escaped your lips as you saw your oldest, perfectly fine aside from the tears running down her face. You gathered her in your arms and hugged tightly. You shook, holding her tightly.

“Baby, what happened?” Steve asked as you pulled away. You sniffled and shook your head, not able to describe what you had seen. 

“Okay, okay. Let’s just go to bed. Kids put the food away.” Steve picked you up in a fireman’s carry before making his way up the stairs and into your bedroom. Your shaking had subsided by now, thankfully and your breathing was back to normal.”Angel, what happened?” 

You shook your head and grabbed his hand. “I can’t...Steve, it was so horrible.” Your eyes welled up with tears again before Steve quickly climbed in beside you and wrapped you in his arms. 

“Okay, okay. It’s alright. Marina’s okay, Ollie’s okay, Sommer’s okay. They’re all okay.”

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The next morning, Marina had given you an extra tight hug and so had Ollie. Sarah was gonna drop Sommer off a little later so you had some time to yourself. You sat on your couch, eating a chocolate bar dipped in melted peanut butter. Steve plopped down beside you, resting his head on your shoulder while his hand fell to your belly. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

You shrugged. “I’m fine. Feeling a little tired but otherwise, okay.” You rested your head on top of his while he gently pulled your shirt up. He sat up at the dark bruise that had appeared on your brown skin. “What’s that?” You looked down and set down your treat. “I have no clue.” 

“Does it hurt?” You shake your head and rub your belly. “Not at all.” Steve’s eyes shifted to your neck. The top of a dark bruise appeared there. He gently tugged down your collar and you glanced down, eyes widening at the bruise. “What the hell?” You spoke up and Steve sat back. “We should get that checked, babe.”

You eyed the bruises and nodded. “Yeah, but it’s just two. And they don’t hurt so.”

“But they’re bruises, Y/N.” Steve gave you a hardened look and you sighed.

“I’m fine. I promise. Besides we have a check up next week. We’ll ask about it then.”

Steve opened his mouth to rebuttal before the doorbell sounded. You immediately got up and answered, seeing Sarah and Sommer. “Mommy!” You giggled as she jumped in your arms. “Hey, baby. Hi, Ma” You leaned in and gave Sarah a kiss before inviting her in. “Oh, this place is lovely. Where’s Steven?”

“Right here, ma.

Sarah immediately moved to give him a kiss on the cheek. You always loved seeing them interact, especially since Sarah seemed so small compared to Steve. He always had to strain his back to even give her a proper hug. “Oh, I feel like I haven’t seen you two in ages. Where are my other babies?”

You handed Sommer to Steve and she giggled as he covered her face in kisses. “They’re at school, you’re welcome to stay for dinner.”

“Oh, darling, it was a part of the plan anyway.” You chuckled and sat down as Steve went o grab a snack for Sommer. 

“So, how’s my fourth baby?” Sarah asked as she sat down near you. “He’s fiiiine. A little rowdy.” You rubbed your belly and Sarah looked at you, something soft in her eyes. “And you, hon?”

“I’m...okay.” You gave her a poor attempt at a smile and she gave you a look before you sighed. “Well,I keep having these weird like...visions. I had the worst one last night after dinner. And then not even five minutes before you got here Steve found these random bruises. They don’t hurt but it’s like they just appeared out of thin air. God, I sound like I’m insane.”

You sighed and Sarah patted your knee. “No, darling, you don’t. This place is beautiful but it’s something off about it. I don’t know about things like this but I know someone who does. His name is Johnny Blaze. Get in touch with him and tell him everything you told me. He’ll know what’s going on.” 

You looked at her and sighed. “I’ll think about it but it’s probably just my mind fucking with me.”  Sarah gently kissed your temple, rubbing your back softly.

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That night you grabbed your laptop and searched up Johnny Blaze. Apparently he was a sort of seer and had a gift to see through another side of our world. You weren’t too keen on calling him just yet so you favorited his info before shutting your laptop for the night. Steve climbed in bed shortly after, his hands immediately going for your tummy. 

A sigh passed through your lips, catching Steve’s attention. “What’s on your mind, Sugar?” You shrugged, gently carding your fingers through his dirty blonde hair. “I don’t know. All this weird, scary shit going is getting to me.” Steve chuckled and gently grabbed your hand before placing gentle kisses from your palm up to your shoulder. 

“It may just be stress, darling. Tomorrow I’ll take you, Sommer, Piper and our growing bean to the park. Maybe go for some ice cream? How’s that sound?” 

You gave him a soft smile before pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Sounds perfect.” You leaned over to turn off your lamp before sinking into the warm comforter, Steve wrapping himself around you.

You stood quietly on your front porch, watching Ollie run around with Piper trailing behind him. Marina and Sommer sat under the large oak tree in your yard coloring together while Marina played music for the two of them. Your hands gently grazed over your rounded belly, a smile gracing your lips as felt your baby kick. A sigh passed through your lips as you turned to go back inside but you were immediately met with cold, dark, and dialated pupils.

Your breathing got stuck in your throat as the face of this...thing twisted into a menacing grin. Teeth dirty and rotten, saliva black and dripping from it’s mouth. You clutched your belly tighter as it began to speak. “I’ll take them by your hand.” It spoke, it’s voice low and gravelly. You opened your mouth to scream and it took the opportunity to force it’s hand down your throat. 

Your scream was immediately silenced as your hands attempted to claw at the thing standing in front of you. You felt a searing pain, like they were ripping something from you before it began screeching at you in a grating voice.

“WAKE UP.”

You became conscious to the fact that something was shaking you, gently but urgently. You heard feet padding around the room and seemingly distant pleas for you to wake up. Then you became aware of the screaming. Who the hell is screaming like that? Your eyes snapped open and you finally completely registered your surroundings and that you were in fact the one screaming. 

Your eyes darted around as your screams died down to short bursts of air. You noticed your children, then Steve, and finally a warm, wet sensation underneath you. “Y/N, baby! What happened?”

You don’t answer, just rip the sheets from your body. You immediately recognize the fluid currently making your sheets see through, a large pool of it forming under you. Your bottom lip shakes as you grip Steve’s hand when his eyes finally see what you’re staring at. 

You groan as a sharp pain sears through your abdomen, tears immediately forming. You vaguely hear Steve telling Marina to grab towels and put them in the car. You hear him telling Ollie to take Sommer back to bed as he picks you up and leads you down the steps and to the car. 

“Call your grandmother and tell her your mom is in labor. Do not open the door for anyone, she has a key. Get back inside.” Steve rushes out before putting you in the car and kissing her head. Another wave of pain hits and you wince, trying to breathe through it. You weren’t supposed to be feeling contractions this close were you?

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Steve rushes down the highway as fast, yet safely as possible. He strokes your head and tells you encouraging words as sweat beats down on you and you try to contain the pain you feel. 

It feels like hours before Steve is finally ripping your door open and carrying you into the emergency room. “Help! My wife’s in labor!” He yells out and it immediately catches the attention of nurses. The grab a gurney and Steve places you on it before he follows you and the multiple nurses pulling you to the nearest delivery room.

You let out a strangled groan as another contraction rips through you, squeezing the hand of whoever was beside you. You couldn’t focus, the pain was intense and the bright lights made it no better. You vaguely hear someone over the intercom paging a doctor.

Your body is lifted and you’re shifted to a more stable bed as a woman rushes in. “How far are the contractions?” You groan as another one hits you and the nurse replies but you can’t hear. All of a sudden a masked face is hovering over yours, stroking your hair. A soft voice speaks, “Alright, Mrs. Rogers. I know this is soon but you need to push.”

A sob racks your body as another excruciating pain rips through you. You listen as best you can, pushing and stopping when they tell you to. Steve is right beside you, speaking sweet, encouraging words in your ear as you struggle to compose your pain vocally.

Finally, the stretching, the burning sensation, the pain all stops and you’re panting. You smile, you did it. You relax back into the bed before your eyes snap open. Why isn’t your baby crying? You sit up and you blink as your doctors roll your baby away. “Wait...wait! Where are they taking him!? Why can’t I hold my baby?”

Steve attempts to try to calm you but you don’t care. Where is your baby? Why won’t they let you see him? You start to thrash, vehemently trying to get up to follow but nurses hold you down. You feel a soft prick in your arm before you’re suddenly losing consciousness.

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When you come to Steve is there, his eyes rimmed red and clutching your hand as he sniffles. You groan, looking around the room slowly becoming aware of where you were. Oh, you had your baby! Where is he/she? You turn to Steve, gently squeezing his hand. He looks up and you frown at the tears streaming down his cheeks. “Where’s the baby?” You mutter softly and Steve sits up straighter, gripping your hand in both of his. 

He gives you a sorrowful look and you blink at him. He starts shaking his head and trying to find the right words to say this to you but you already register it. You remembered what happened after you have birth. You look at him in disbelief, shaking your head. “No, Steve...” You call out for him but his eyes fall to the ground. You start to shake, your mouth opening and closing, forming into a grimace as you feel unimaginable pain rip through your chest. “No, please, no....” You stutter, your breathing picking up as Steve stands, pulling your hand to his chest. You fight him, tears rushing down your cheeks as screams of sorrow escape you.

You fight Steve so hard he has to climb into your hospital and tightly wrap his arms around you while laying his weight on you. You let out a gut wrenching howl of agony into his chest. Steve just holds you tighter as nurses rush in. They stop at the sight, understanding your pain since they were the ones who helped deliver your still born.

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You’re released from the hospital a few days later but you’re not the same. when you get home you don’t acknowledge your children who come rushing towards you. You don’t acknowledge Sarah as she gives an understanding, pain filled look. You just walk inside and immediately go to your bedroom.

Steve explains what happened to the kids, explaining it a bit differently to Sommer since she was only 3. When he speaks to his mother, her face twists in horror. “I’d never seen her like that, Ma. She was so hurt and in pain. The doctors were even considering keeping her and putting her on suicide watch.”

When Steve goes upstairs that night he hears you sobbing, he joins you. His arms are tight around you and he’s holding you tight as you shake. He’s comforting you but there’s an unsettling pit in his stomach and he doesn’t know why.

Things get worse over the next month. You had barely spoken a word since. You’ve barely showered on your own. Your kids have become weary of you. Marina tries to talk to you when you’re downstairs but you just stair off into space. Ollie attempts to get you to play with him and Piper but you ignore him. Poor Sommer keeps showing you her art but you don’t care. Steve tells them to give you time but they’re worried, scared even.

Steve’s scared too. More bruises keep appearing. Every time the dog comes near you she barks and you damn near growl back at her, sending her scurrying away. Your usually glowing deep, brown skin has become dull, lifeless. Your curls would usually be messy but full of life and always had a purposeful place in your hairstyles but now he began to notice areas beginning to become matted. You didn’t let him touch you in anyway whatsoever.

One day Steve goes to pick up dinner while you’re home alone. The kids are at school and Sommer tagged along with Steve. You’re sitting on the couch, in a old Howard University sweatshirt when Piper rounds the corner and begins barking at you. You ignore it as Piper begins to turn her attention elsewhere and then she begins barking at the corner. 

You sigh and get up, opening the front door and she runs out. You silently make your way back to the couch and sit. You hear a whimper and a loud crack but you ignore it.

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Ollie discovers the dog. Its neck twisted in a sick way and blood oozing out. Steve nearly loses his lunch. The next day, they bury her under the tree out front. When Steve turns, rubbing Ollie’s back he sees you staring out from the kitchen window. You turn silently and walk away but he doesn’t expect to see a pale woman, teeth black giving him a sinister grin before he turns, not realizing he had stopped breathing.

A week after that he wakes up to Sommer screaming bloody murder in her room. He rushes over and sees her thrashing under the covers. Marina rushes in as Steve picks her up and holds her tight while she cries into his shoulder. When he turns towards the door he sees you just as you turn to go back to your shared room. Sommer begs him to protect her from the scary lady with no teeth that night and he does.

Marina, unbeknownst to Steve, had seen the woman too. She had seen her the night you had your breakdown in the kitchen and since then she’s been doing her research. She talked to her grandmother the night you went to the hospital and Sarah had given Marina the same advice she had given you: Call Johnny Blaze.

The following morning after Sommer’s incident, Marina sits across the table from Steve as he reads. “Dad...” Steve looks up, placing the paper down. “Yes, sweetheart?’

“I’ve seen the lady. The lady with no teeth...I’ve seen her too. Except she’s not toothless it just looks like she has tar as saliva..”

Steve pauses and sighs, grabbing his daughter’s hand as she continues. “I think that’s why mom is being so weird. I did the research on this house and mom was right. A witch did curse this place and I think she’s coming after mom.”

Steve chewed his lip before sighing. “Marina...” He begins but she stops him. “Dad. please. I even looked up the stages of possession. Oppression, break down the victim. That thing has been terrorizing mom since we got here. Obsession, consume their life. All of us has seen that woman, even Sommer and Ollie. And then possession, I think it’s in the process of that right now with mom. I think...It’s plan is to kill all of us.”

Steve scoffed and Marina shook her head, frantically trying to make her dad listen. “I know you’ve seen the way Piper acted around mom. Dogs are good senses of characters and spirits. She loved mom, why would she just turn all of a sudden. And...And...I’ve caught mom standing over Ollie’s bed, just staring. I even caught her staring at me once at night, growling at me.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell me this?”

“I was scared! I wasn’t sure if I had just dreamed or what but...I think she tried to get Sommer last night and when you stopped her she was pissed so that’s why we--”

She was cut off by Steve dragging across the table as a chair was launched in her direction. She screamed as Steve immediately dropped to the floor. “We need to call Johnny Blaze.”

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The next night Johnny was there, he greets Steve and the children. He steps into the house and winces. “Ah, I think it’s best if you’re children leave. As soon as possible.”

Steve nods and grabs his phone to calls his mom as he rushes the kids upstairs to grab a set of clothes for the night. He tells Sarah to come immediately and she’s already on her way out the door before he hangs up. He turns towards Johnny, wringing his hands together, “Can you really help my wife?” 

Johnny nods, looking around the house. “I can but she has to work just as hard to fight whatever it is that’s attached itself to her and is trying to crawl inside.” Steve nods and opens his mouth to speak before a scream from up the steps catches both of their attention.

Both men rush up the stairs to see you holding Sommer by the neck with a pair of scissors trying to come down into her chest. Marina is holding that hand back while Ollie is shaking in the corner. Steve grips him by the shoulders. “Go outside, your grandmother will be here. Do not come back in this house!” Ollie follows, rushing down the steps.

Johnny manages to pry the scissors from your hands and Marina is wrenching your hand from around her little sister’s neck. When Sommer is finally free she runs as best as her tiny legs can, taking the same path as Ollie. Steve tackles you to the ground when you attempt to chase after, pinning his body weight on top of you. 

“Marina, go!” Steve yells towards her and she hesitates before leaving the room as well. You’re growling like an animal and Steve finally gets a good look at you he cringes. Your pupils are dilated and tiny. Your face is sunken and there’s cuts covering it, you smell awful and your skin looks lifeless. He feels tears forming in his eyes while Johnny is speaking some words in a foreign language. You twist and howl beneath your husband as he continues. He watches as your back arches, a loud crack threatening to send bile up his throat. “What are you doing?! You’re hurting her, stop that!”

Johnny ignores him and continues as Steve watches you claw and scratch at his hands, you’re screaming but your voice sounds distorted, like yours and someone else’s were mixing. Then he heard you, your voice calling him. “Steve, please!” You yelled out and Steve panted, shaking his head before leaning down and whispering how much he loved you and how strong you were in your ear.

You sobbed as Johnny continued his chanting, only being able to assume he was trying to get this witch out of you. When he sat up to look at you he was taken aback, seeing the woman with tar in her mouth grinning at him. She spoke to him, her voice gravelly like someone had taken a cheese grater to her vocal cords. “She screams for you, Stevie. Come get her, Stevie. Come get her!” The woman taunts before letting out a laugh. 

Suddenly, you’re yanked from underneath with such force he couldn’t hold on. “Y/N!” You’re tumbling down the stairs before you’re on your feet and yanking the front door open. “She’s going for the kids!” Johnny yells after Steve. Steve’s almost to you when you’re suddenly running, dragging Ollie behind you as you make your way to the kitchen in haste. 

Ollie screams, grasping your wrist as you laugh loudly, sinister smile on your lips. You grab the nearest knife and turn, smiling at Steve as Marina, Sommer, and Johnny rush in. “I’m gonna take all this bitch’s children one by one then I’m gonna take her.” The woman’s voice rings out and Steve rushes forward to grab your hand. You’re struggling enough to have to let Ollie go, trying to fight off Steve. 

“No! Y/n, I know you hear me. I need you to fight this thing, you have children who need you. I need you.” He pleads and the witch laughs. “She’s weak, Stevie. And I’ll take her and all you bastards down with me!”

“Mom, please!” Marina calls out and you pause, almost as if the got through to you, the real you. “I need you, mom. Please, Ollie and Sommer need you!” 

Your lip quivers as you stare at Steve. “Y/n, you have to keep this thing under control while i do this.” Johnny reaches to place a hand on your chest and you shake your head. “No, no. She won’t let me go, she won’t.”

Johnny shook his head. “Yes, she will...” You smile at him. “She’ll terrorize us...them. Thank you for helping my family as best you could but she’ll never let them go.”

 You look at you children, giving them a teary smile before mouthing ‘I love you.’ You turn to Steve and stroke his cheek with your free hand, “I love you so much, Stevie. You were first and only love. I need you to take care of my babies for me.”

Steve shook his head. “No, Johnny is gonna get that bitch out of you and you’re gonna take care of them with me...” His voice shakes and you shake your head, gently kissing his lips. “Take care of my babies and move on...for me.” You smile at him, sadness and light in your eyes before you rip your hand from him and plunge the knife into your chest. You vomit immediately afterwards, black liquid escaping your mouth and spilling onto the floor. When you finished you still went limp slightly shaking as  clutched onto Steve.

You gasp, sinking to your knees while still clutching the knife. Steve called out to you frantically, sinking with you as he held your face. Your children rushed over and Steve tried to shield them from you but Marina reached out, touching your cheek. 

“Look after your dad for me, baby. T-tell Sommer that i l-loved her...every day.” You whispered and Marina nodded, kissing your hand as you turned, looking uo to see Ollie. He was confused, you could tell so you turned to Steve. “Remind him how m-much i loved him...”

Steve sobbed, letting his tears fall onto your face as he shakily kissed your lips. You looked at him, giving him a final smile before you let go. Steve watched the life leave your eyes, held you tight as you went limp in his arms. He sobbed into your chest, letting shaking his head as he screamed into your chest. 

You weren’t coming back, you couldn’t come back.

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Your funeral wasn’t big, just with close friends and family. The immediate family released yellow butterflies in your honor once you had been lowered into the ground while your friends released white butterflies.

Steve held your children close, hugging them tightly and then he noticed something. Sommer’s butterfly refused to leave its jar. He tried to coax it out but it just backed deeper into the jar. He felt tears slowly rolling down his cheeks as he smiled, knowing that it was indication that you were gone but you’d always be right there. 

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A/N: Yes, I ended on a corny sappy note because i WANTED TO. Hope ypu enjoyed! :)

[moody-alcoholic]

These Violent Delights

Chapter 6 - Bonus

Summary: poly 141 x fem!reader, a/b/o AU. WC: 850

CW: mentions of heat, mentions of sex.

TVD masterlist - next bonus

Enjoy <3

“So how many hours do you think we’ll have to kill?” Johnny asks as he spots Kyle.

“Depends on how out of practice he is.” Kyle chuckles.

“I reckon he’s got more stamina then he claims. Just likes to watch us do all the work.” Johnny says winking at him.

“Pff, you’re a menace you know that.” Kyle says, putting the weights down.

“What do you think LT?” Johnny calls over at Simon, who’s sat on the next machine reading a file.

“None of my business Soap.” He says without looking up. Kyle looks up at Johnny moving off the machine.

“Christ what’s up your arse today?” Johnny scoffs taking Kyle’s place on the bench press.

“What do you think it’s going to be like when she’s in heat?” Kyle asks.

“Don’t know. Dr. Montgomery knows what she’s doing.” Johnny says picking up the weights. “Besides we’re not the ones who have to worry, right Si?”

Simon sighs trying not to let his irritation come through.

“She’s definitely pretty.” Johnny says. Simon looks up at him as she brings the weights down.

“What you thinking about?” Kyle asks.

“Nothin’ just mentioning ‘s all.” He grunts pushing the weights back up. Simon sighs again going back to the file.

“You’re sayin’ you wouldn’t if you had the opportunity?” Johnny asks the room sitting up. Kyle scoffs.

“Well, it seems so complicated.” Kyle says shrugging.

“Pff, it’s just sex.” Johnny chuckles. Simon stands up. Kyle and Johnny watch as he heads to the door.

“Where you off too?” Johnny calls.

“To find some peace and quiet.” He calls back.

“Jesus. Do you know how quiet you are?” Piper says jumping at the hulking figure who seemingly just appeared next to her. Simon smiles under his mask.

“What are you working on?” He asks. She sighs pulling a paper towards her.

“Hale made the formula to resist almost all known pathogen’s. I’m trying to find if there are any he missed.” She says as he comes round to sit next to her. “You okay? I would have thought you’d be in bed by now.”

“Fine.” He replies. There’s a silence in the air, Piper doesn’t push him scrolling through something on her computer.

“Why did she choose him over me?” Simon doesn’t move, his gaze fixated on the piece of paper in front of him. Piper looks over at him, he fidgets with the paper.

“I don’t think she did.” She says. She’s not quite sure what to say. She has to be careful with her words.

“Simon, it’s normal to have the same urges as John. But it’s not her fault how things have happened.”

“I know that.” He scoffs, there's hostility in his voice. “Never mind.”

Piper goes back to the computer. The data she’s looking at suddenly seems like the most tedious job in the world.

“You told me you thinks she hates you.” She says, testing the waters. He just hums pushing the piece of paper away. “Do you still think that?”

“No.” He sighs. “I think she’s scared of me.”

“She’s not scared of you. She’s not used to having people around her she can trust. Especially alpha’s.” She says looking over at him. “You already come across as an intimidating person.” He turns to look at her and she smiles. She can’t read his expression under the mask as easy as she wants to. He looks back down at the table.

“You could try going for a walk with her. She likes the outdoors.” She suggests. He hums.

“Do you really think there could be a double claiming?”

“I don’t know. But if you would have asked me a few weeks ago if a pack could survive with 2 alphas I would have laughed in your face. It seems to be working out well.” She says.

“Maybe we’re special.” He says, she can hear the bitterness in his voice.

“Yeah, I think you are.” She says ignoring it. “You don’t need do anything fancy, or have sex with her. Just be there, talk to her. She’ll open up to you.”

“You have to open up too though. Don’t get something for nothing.” She says nudging him. He takes a big breath in.

“Now that I don’t believe,” he says, Piper smiles turning back to her laptop.

“It’ll work out Simon, whatever happens you’ll face it as a pack. That’s a strength a lot of people will never have.” He looks over at her the laptop lighting up her face as she works. He presses his lips together looking back at the piece of paper he’s been fiddling with.

At least when they have a cure he won’t need to worry about this anymore. Life can go back to normal. There's a photo of you pinned in the corner of the paper. It makes him smile.

"Need a hand?" He asks pushing the paper away.

"Always." She chuckles.

Chapter 6 - next bonus

Dividers by plum98

[bardic-inspo]

If you’re still taking otp asks, can I ask 20, 29 & 30 for Mactasha or if that’s too spoilerful, for the OT3?

Hey there, thank you! These are pretty spoiler-safe so I can give you Mactasha :)

I got to the end here and felt like doing this for the OT3 (Deacon x Nat x Mac) as well, so I added them below the cut :)

20. What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

I think anyone who was friends with Mac outside of the game companions would be happy to see him happy after all he’s been through. As far as the in-game companions go? Danse disapproves, hard, because he thinks Mac is a bad influence on Nat. Nick and Piper see it coming a mile away. Nick is skeptical at first (he thinks Nat might be a bad influence on Mac, but also he’s not overly fond of Mac in general), but eventually comes around. Piper is also skeptical, but in a cautiously optimistic way. She’s happy to see Nat happy, but doesn’t mind dropping the occasional vague “if you hurt her...” threat. She comes around a bit more, too, as time goes on. Preston thinks they’re cute, and overall good for each other (Nat seems to take a little more responsibility after Mac comes into the picture). Hancock is an enabler for the two of them (sort of like your screenshots where he’s hanging in the background!). But, if they get too cozy/settled, he tends to think they’re a little boring.  29.  One headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart.

So, I think Mac would be over the moon to have a baby with Nat once things calm down a bit post-Institute and Duncan’s settled into life with them as well. But this is a hard no for Nat. It has nothing to do with Mac, although I think he might take it personally at first because it’s something he really wants. But the events at the Institute leave her really, really broken for a while, so there’s the emotional trauma with that, and there’s also the idea of giving birth in the wasteland after being used to modern medicine? Yeah, I think if she got pregnant she’d be in a constant panic attack for nine months. 

That doesn’t mean she wouldn’t be open to adopting kiddos in need of a home - she loves kids! But, she’s not down for bringing new babies into the world. I think Mac comes around because he gets why she feels that way, but it is hard for him to come to terms with at first.

30. One headcanon about this OTP that mends it.

They both have some degree of PTSD, or something similar, and they are super, super in-tune with shifts/changes in their partner that indicate they are in distress that way. They’ve also developed ways to ease their partner out of an episode. Nat will sing to Mac, which helps him ground himself back in the present moment by focusing on the sound. Mac will read to Nat after a bad nightmare. They’ll both hold each other while they ride it out, put their partner’s head on their chest so they can heart their heartbeat. They both keep little reminders of each other (Mac has a picture of Nat, Nat has the toy soldier) that they look to if they’re having a rough time and the other person isn’t there to comfort them. They look after each other with such tenderness, it melts my soul.

OTP Question Meme

20. What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

I think, in general, the evolution of the throuple is met with some surprise from the companions, but it’s supportive surprise. Lord knows these three have been through hell, and anyone who cares about them can only wish them more love and happiness. I think Hancock probably makes an off-color comment or two about how he wishes he would have been “invited”. That’s met with a whole lot of reproachful side eye.

The RR though....I think it’s the biggest eye roll. Like these two idiots stumble into our base and you vouch for them (at least one of them) and now you guys are an item? Only you, Deacon, would find yourself in those circumstances. Given that they get together post-Institute, and Nat works closely with the Railroad before any romance sparks, trust/security isn’t a huge concern and they’re just like “whatever, sure Deacon, go be happy”. 

29.  One headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart.

The initiation of the OT3 happens as sort of a drunken joke that also evokes the competitive streak between Nat/Mac.There’s a period of time where a lot of flirting is running wild between the three of them, and since Mac/Nat are already in a relationship when this all starts, there’s weird feelings about defining boundaries and what everyone’s okay with. Before those conversations start to happen (and they do!), there’s this weird flux period where Deacon feel/suspects he’s being used. I haven’t totally fleshed this out in my head, but I think there could be a point where he retreats from both of them altogether, or a point where he gets a bit colder out of a self-preservation sort of instinct before he realizes their actual intentions.

30. One headcanon about this OTP that mends it.

I already wrote about this one in another ask but I can’t get it out of my head, it’s so wholesome. Mac and Deacon trying to take care of Nat’s garden while she’s gone. Mac naming all the plants, Deacon putting sunglasses or scarves on them. By the time she gets back the two of them are talking like they’ve witnessed a whole soap opera with these flowers. “You will not believe what Denise said about Claudia.” 

More about the garden: Nat’s parents owned a flower shop, but she’s actually really bad with plants at first and that sort of hurts her because this was supposed to be her way to connect back to them. But I imagine Deacon and Mac aggressively cheering her on because it’s probably the most healthy coping mechanism Nat’s ever had, and it’s something that brings the three of them together, and something Duncan can be a part of, too. So anytime she gets down about it, someone’s there to say “Don’t let Denise talk to you that way. Shove that bitch -- err, weed -- back in the dirt!”

[vausemania]

Do you think piper and polly will be friends again?

Ahh, Piper and Polly....That’s a shot of them in happier times above....well, the night before Piper began her prison sentence, so I don't think either was particularly happy that night, but I digress.... Back to your question---I really don’t know if their friendship can be salvaged after Polly hooked up with Larry...although Piper had technically broken up with Larry (as Alex would say “I'm not sure you're in the position to feel indignant right now, Piper.”). Piper and Polly were BFFs and they even ran a small business together, so you never know.... Speaking of their soap business, I don’t think PoPi is going to be revived anytime soon, so the opportunities for the two of them to interact will be limited if that’s the case. I know a lot of fans don’t like Polly bc they think she was a bad friend, but I liked their dynamic and I hope we get to see some scenes of them together in s7, if only flashbacks :)

Thanks for your ‘ask’!

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[johnthestitcher]

Quilt # 10 - The Twelve Days of Christmas

Size: 90" x 108"

Completed:  June 1982 

This quilt was inspired by a Hallmark ® Company Christmas card. It became one of the most intricate ones that I worked on, and went through several transitions of size, placement, and arrangement before I settled on the final design. The first consideration was that it was a ‘lateral’ card to be translated into a ‘vertical’ quilt, and did not have borders (see last picture}.

The individual card blocks were colorful and charming; they screamed to be translated into appliqué. In my preliminary sketches I carried out the complete card design, but somewhere during the process I decided that the Pipers and Drummers blocks were too plain: a pipe with ribbons and a military drum. I decided to change them into a block with a human playing the instruments and attempted to match the original artist's concept of design.

It was the borders of this quilt that changed the most often: how big and what scale and what to quilt in them. This quilt was originally sized with the extra border to 'tuck under the pillows', but I felt that wasted too much of the top space. The four repeated corner blocks were changed to two large and two smaller blocks and everything resized again so that the twelve appliquéd blocks would cover the mattress surface. Once that was decided, I drew the block designs full-sized and started cutting appliqué pieces.

I decided at this time that the title of the quilt would be part of the quilting design, and also decided that the lettering would be in 'Olde English' as befitted the carol. Since I knew there would be no way to draw the border designs in once it was put into the quilt frame, I used 'disappearing carbon paper' in red and green to trace the quilting designs onto the long borders. This would later turn out to be a grave mistake. I knew I would be quilting the red and green narrow borders with a plastic template of a cable design, marking them (and removing them) as I went along.

My notes show that one of my original considerations was to quilt a specific border around the edge of each block, such as eggs for the hens and the geese, shoes for the dancing Ladies, and footprints for the Lords A’ Leaping. This was also simplified using a pre-cut plastic stencil of a heart border, marking it in with a blue disappearing ink pen. I decided on fifty-two hearts per block, one for each week of the year. The background quilting would consist of connecting the tips of the hearts to make a quilted diamond background. Everything started to fall into place. It was a lot of work. When I needed a break from this project, I would work on the embroidery of quilt #9.

It was great fun finding appropriate fabrics to duplicate the card designs. There are also embroidered detail such as French Knots and chain stitching for some of the small details that could not translate into appliqué, even in an eighteen-inch square block. Once I completed the appliqués, I assembled the top and began quilting in earnest somewhere in the autumn of 1981.

It was during the quilting that I discovered a major problem: the 'disappearing carbon paper' did NOT disappear! Unlike the blue disappearing pens that I was using to mark the quilting design on the blocks, when I was finished quilting a letter on the borders no amount of dabbing the marks with a wet cotton swab would make the marks go away! A slide taken in April 1982 labeled 'Quilting Disaster' shows the almost completed quilt draped over chairs. I had finally taken to spraying water on the marks and drying the stain with a hair dryer to soften the lines. I was only moderately successful. Knowing that many quilts still bear the markings of their designs, I decided to let them remain. This would also be a mistake on my part.

Soon after its completion, this quilt and several pieces of mine would be packed off to the National Quilting Association (NQA) Show #13 in New Orleans. Perhaps the number '13' should have been a warning. When I arrived at the show (not exactly an event a lot of men would attend) I was met by then-president Alice Skarda who was so enthusiastic about my quilt! She dragged me down several rows of quilts to my Twelve Days of Christmas quilt - which I was surprised DID NOT have any kind of ribbon hanging from it. (Grandmother's Fan-tasy would win a third prize at the same show). Hanging fully open on the quilt stands, I was finally actually able to stand back and see the entire quilt at arms' length for the first time; it looked dirty. The red and green carbon paper ink was carried as far away as the water diluted it, and when it dried, it noticeably discolored the muslin. I was crushed. I had high hopes for this quilt.

Still, Alice was enthusiastic about the quilt and asked about obtaining the designs. I ended up donating the designs to the NQA after the show. While at the show, I bought a bottle of liquid quilt soap.

Once I returned home and my quilts arrived safely, I was faced with the decision of washing the quilt top. With my heart in my mouth I filled the bathtub with warm water and the quilt soap and slowly lowered the quilt (soon to be appraised at $1000) into the tub. I spent several minutes hand agitating the quilt up and down, hoping the cotton fabrics would not run, and hoping that the stains from the carbon paper would truly disappear. After two or three clear rinses, I squeezed as much water from the quilt as I could and carried it outside to dry flat on clean sheets. That was the one and only time this quilt was washed; it dramatically improved the quilt's appearance, too late to win a prize at a national show.

This quilt was appraised for $1000 by a professional appraiser.

Owner: the quilter

Condition: excellent; washed once to remove quilting markings

Please check my archive for more pictures of my quilts, quilting, wall hangings, hoops, and patchwork clothing. 

Exhibitions & Prizes:

1982 -     NQA #13 - New Orleans, LA

               Goshen, CT Fair - First Prize

               Bethlehem CT, Fair - First Prize

               Mad River Fair (Waterbury, CT) - First Prize and Best of Show

               Rita's Quilt 'n' Sew Center (New Mexico) – prizewinner

1983 -     NSQG World of Quilts #4

               Thames River Quilt Show

               First United Methodist Church Show

               Westerly, RI Quilt Show

1984 -     Connecticut Agricultural Fair - First Prize and Best of Show

               Festival of Quilts #3 - Southington, CT

               Warwick, NY show

1985 -     Ivoryton, CT ‘Quilt Heaven’ show

Magazine Pictures and/or Articles: 

QUILT, Winter 1983 p 18-19 “Getting Your Quilt Appraised” includes a B/W picture of The Twelve Days of Christmas, ‘how-to’ article on appraisals. The reprint of this article in Best of Quilt 1984 does not include the picture.

Books the author appears in (1989):

Gallery of American Quilts 1860-1989; Book 2” – published by the American Quilter’s Society. A full-color picture of Quilt #10 appears on page 21.

[avengers-nextgen]

Scorion Smut: Breaking in The Bed

For you @mug-full-of-classic-rock

— — —

Scout was eagerly changing from his sweaty suit having returned from a mission. The red leather could get especially hot and suffocating when he wasn’t flying. His hair was wild from the wind and it’d gotten so annoying at its previous length that he’d decided to

cut a few inches off. His logic being that short hair was better for the summer and long hair better for the winter.

James had rolled his eyes when Scout explained the decision to him and insisted, “Buddy, a hair cut needs no justification.”

Running a hand through the tangled locks, Scout hung up his coat and shirt in the locker. Collecting a towel he headed to the adjoining room of showers and slung it over the towel rack.

Humming to himself he located the soap he preferred from the cabinets below the sinks and set it aside. Slipping off his boots and tucking his socks inside he made sure they were out of reach from any additional shower spray.

“Welcome back,” The voice startled Scout but he didn’t have to look to know who it was. “How’d it go?”

“Fine. Piper and I escorted the transaction line without a hitch.” Scout explained making sure his shoe laces were even. He hated when one was longer than the other. “What were you up to?”

“Training,” Orion replied. As Scout straightened two sturdy green arms pulled him back into an embrace. Orion’s skin was warm and his heart still hammered with lingering exertion. “James kicked my ass.”

“Not surprised,” Scout snorted, “he’s a tricky one. He definitely has his mother’s skill.”

“Seems to be true.” Orion noted, resting his chin on Scout’s head. “Organizing things?”

“Yes, but you interrupted.” Scout remarked. “I have a specific routine.”

“I know,” Orion smiled, “but I like hugging my boyfriend!”

To accentuate his teasing Orion pulled Scout closer leaving no space between them as he lifted the other boy from the ground. Scout found it impossible to pout and instead played along by squirming to get free.

The both of them laughed for a bit until Orion stopped and Scout’s slowly died off. “Okay put me down now.”

“As you wish.” Orion set Scout firmly on the ground once more.

“You’re not as giggly. How come?” Scout asked, undoing his belt only to drop it. Mumbling a curse to himself he knelt down to collect it before hanging it beside his towel. “Orio-“

He noticed his boyfriend standing oddly still as he observed Scout in his routine. His hands were clasped in front of himself and he rocked back onto his heels. “Still here. Don’t worry I didn’t skip off. I know you hate it when you end up talking to yourself.”

“Right. As I was saying...” Scout grinned, ”you’ve been less giggly lately and I think it’s because you lost one of your favorite cassettes. So I convinced Piper to let me pick something up for you on the way back. It’s in my locker if you want to grab it.”

Scout turned the water on waiting for it to get warm. Once more he was hugged from behind. “You’re too sweet. How did I get lucky?! I have to get it!”

“Statistically it would take some time to figure out...” Scout’s train of thought slowly wandered away as he felt something press against him from behind.

“You okay?” Orion frowned spinning Scout around to face him.

Scout’s cheeks were bright red as he stammered a reply, “Uhm...situation below.”

Orion arched a brow and followed Scout’s eyes down to his crotch. “Oh my god. I am so sorry. Shit that’s embarrassing.”

Scout watched Orion run a hand through his hair and hop around trying to get the nervous energy out. “It’s okay. Is...is that why you were standing like this?”

Orion watched Scout mimic his stance from before causing his cheeks to flush a dark green. “Um...yeah. I didn’t want to say anything. You just got back and when you started squirming around...it’s an accident I swear.”

“Don’t apologize.” Scout shushed Orion with a hand slapped over his mouth. “It’s natural. I read about it.”

“Of course you did.” Orion mumbled from behind Scout’s hand. “Just forget about it.”

“No, it’s okay. I mean it. Showering can wait.”

“But your routine.”

“Is second to you.” Scout insisted, shutting off the water. “Now, where to?”

— — —

Orion had gotten a new ship for his birthday and it currently resided in the hangar. He escorted Scout inside and over to the door leading to his cabin room. “It hasn’t exactly been used before. This whole thing is brand new. So I don’t know if it’s comfortable.”

“It’ll be fine.” Scout promised. “Besides, what better way than to break things in together...right?”

Orion blushed again. His boyfriend was horribly good at making naive comments with dirty contexts. “Yeah. You’re right.”

“Besides, blue sheets were a good choice. It looks nice with green.” Scout remarked, looking at the neat bed. “Sky blue is good too-“

Orion knew had to shut Scout up before they spent the rest of the evening talking about color patterns. He pressed his lips to Scout’s and the other boy responded quickly.

His hand hooked into Orion’s hair tugging lightly at the strands. Already aroused Orion became more aware of the need burning in his gut. Just Scout’s proximity and the smell of sweat, books, and fresh air was enough to send Orion’s heart a flutter.

Normally things progressed slower, but Orion wasn’t going to wait anymore. He’d been patient long enough just getting Scout here and letting him ramble for a few minutes. Picking the other boy up with ease he pushed Scout back into the cool metal framing of the wall.

His hips set to work with a mind of their own already pushing against Scout’s with a vengeance. The fabric of his pants chaffed against his thighs and the growing bulge.

Scout took a second to recover from the initial surprise before kissing Orion so hard their teeth nearly knocked together. He captured a soft green lip between his teeth giving it a gentle tug.

While Orion was quick to arouse, Scout was always slower. His brain had such a hard time focusing, that even during times like this it was hard to earn his full attention.

But Orion had a few tricks up his sleeve. He’d learned awhile ago to engage Scout early on. It locked Scout’s focus onto the situation at hand before it was too late. Setting Scout down, Orion spun the boy around and pressed into him. Having an idea of what his boyfriend was up to Scout braced himself. He carefully placed his palms against the wall as Orion’s hand snaked around his front. Slender green fingers dipped into his waist band and pressed on in search of their prize.

A shiver ran through Scout as Orion’s palm came to a stop before kneading into soft tissue and muscle. He tried to keep a grip on the things around him, what was about to happen, and how he needed to stay grounded for a clear mind. But Scout’s brain was growing foggy.

In a matter of seconds he found himself gripping at Orion’s hand through the fabric of his pants-that still needed to be hung up with the rest of his suit-and pressing it harder against himself.

Scout let out a rather embarrassing whimper as Orion withdrew his hand. He knew why though, it was getting tight and he needed the space lest it hurt, but he felt bare now.

Orion shifted his hands to grip at Scout’s hips as he pushed harder against his lover. “Scout, I’m ready when you are.”

The sound of Orion’s husky voice in his ear made Scout weak at the knees. He knew Orion wasn’t going to be able to wait much longer. Alien genetics had changed a lot about his anatomy.

Orion’s reflexes were quicker, his sight was better, etc. But there was more. Space reproduction was extremely different than earth reproduction.

Orion had told Scout a long time ago that on most planets they lived by earth’s animal kingdom mating rituals. The man or woman most likely to reproduce, with the best genetics, and likelihood to survive was the prized mate. To earn the right of betrothing them you had to be impressive. The bigger, badder, flashier, and handsomer people won.

Essentially, competition was high in space, not to mention Orion’s species was practically extinct, and thus evolution had given him what all human men dreamed of: 5 cm X 8 inches.

Morale of the story, Scout had learned his lesson after the time Orion ripped his pants. He didn’t want it to happen again for Orion’s sake. The poor boy had been so embarrassed he cried.

Scout turned to face Orion and with shaking hands he undid the button and zipper to his boyfriend’s pants. Orion didn’t bother to hide his sigh of relief as the pressure subsided.

Both boys shimmied out of their clothes and Scout scooped them from the ground starting to fold them nice and neat. Orion laughed lightly and took the clothes from Scout’s hands, “Later babe. Okay?”

“Oh yeah,” Scout nodded, “sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Orion smiled, trailing a thumb over Scout’s cheek, “I know how you work, and I love it.”

Scout blushed and stammered out nothing but nonsense in response. “Thanks...”

Orion chuckled and pressed a light kiss to Scout’s cheek running a hand down from the other boy’s chest to its previous location. Scout still wasn’t quite ready. “Stop thinking, just let it all go.”

“It’s hard.” Scout sighed.

“I know, but let me help. You trust me right?” Orion held Scout’s gaze until the boy relaxed, and nodded. “Just relax. I’ve got you.”

Scout took a deep breath and let it out as Orion gently massaged him once more. Nearly a minute later and Scout was thrusting eagerly into Orion’s hand having given up on composure.

Orion lifted him up once more and gently settled Scout on the bed. He then laid down as well making himself comfortable before Scout moved to straddle him. Orion gently traced the pathway of Scout’s spine, watching a shiver pass through his muscles.

“Go slow until you’re ready,” Orion reminded him. He couldn’t see Scout’s face but the boy nodded. It would take a lot of self control on Orion’s part but Scout needed to go slow for his own benefit.

He watched Scout dip low until the slightest amount of contact was made. Once sure of himself Scout relaxed ever so slightly and pushed himself down just short of three inches.

Scout was tight, and Orion was forced to grip the sheets in tight fists to keep from thrusting upwards. Holding his breath, Orion waited impatiently for Scout to move again. Once adjusted he sunk lower, but it still wasn’t enough.

Sensing his boyfriend’s frustration Scout placed a hand on Orion’s thigh and let calming energy course into him. Sighing in relief Orion relaxed letting Scout take his time until he was fully settled.

“I’m okay,” Scout sighed, tracing a shape on Orion’s thigh. Orion smiled as he sat up and captured Scout’s neck into a kiss. Wrapping an arm snuggly around Scout he laid back down bringing the other boy with him.

Scout tilted his head letting Orion make artwork of his neck as green fingertips coasted over his stomach. They brushed their way downwards in no particular hurry until Scout took hold of his hand, and placed Orion’s palm against his hardened shaft.

Scout held back a moan as Orion’s hand encircled him, the warmth of his palm only making Scout ache more. Orion did nothing at first seeming to enjoy the position and merely ran his thumb lazily over Scout’s tip.

It was only when Scout grew frustrated and rocked back into his lover that Orion took action. He responded with a short forceful thrust of the hips and a tightening of his grip.

Scout groaned pushing away from Orion and into his hand. Orion refused to respond knowing very well that Scout preferred it this way. Instead, he focused on his own need.

His free hand grasped hungrily at Scout’s hip where his nails dug lightly into the skin. One thrust turned to two which devolved into many. Orion abandoned teasing Scout for the moment and flipped the boy over onto his stomach.

“Or-Orion remember what happens when you go...first.” Scout grunted.

“Shit...I know.” Orion whined, slowing his ministrations. “Stupid alien genetics.”

“It’s alright.” Scout laughed faintly. Orion sighed, and closed his eyes for a moment trying to calm himself. Pressing a tender kiss to Scout’s shoulder blade he allowed the other boy to rise to his knees.

“You first.” Orion whispered. Even at the slightest touch Scout was already arching forward in a desperate search for friction.

Taking his lover in hand, Orion pumped up and down at a steady pace varying the tightness of his grip. Scout clenched his teeth muffling a groan as he picked up the pace. “Tell me when to stop.”

Scout nodded, unable to formulate much of anything at the moment, and just before he came he told Orion to let go. The boy did as he was told.

Scout sucked in deep breaths of air and closed his eyes for a minute or two. When Orion thought he was calm enough he enclosed Scout once more. This time though, he moved excruciatingly slow with nearly a vice like grip. The technique was new and Scout found himself moaning far more than he had before.

He was thrown off his guard so much he didn’t ask Orion to stop. Instead, Orion obligingly picked up the pace until Scout was practically throwing his full weight into each thrust.

Orion noticed the tensing of muscles in Scout’s shoulders and back. He was close. Biting lightly at Scout’s shoulder Orion slowed suddenly and tightened like before. As he pushed his hand up for the second time Scout tightened and a gravelly cry came from his throat.

Warmth spread across Orion’s hand but he quickly withdrew it and wrapped his arm tightly around Scout to keep him from collapsing. “Agh, s-sorry.”

“I got you.” Orion assured him as he eased Scout down onto the bed. He waited patiently allowing his boyfriend to recover before hesitantly thrusting again. When Scout didn’t protest Orion eagerly gained momentum.

No matter how hard he tried it was as if he couldn’t go deep enough. At one point Scout tightened around him and Orion dissolved into a string of curses. Scout was only growing tighter around him with each thrust.

Scout took matters into his own hands when he pushed roughly back into Orion sending the other boy over the edge. He tried desperately to keep thrusting but the deed was done. He wouldn’t be able to budge for an hour or so.

He hadn’t known why that was the case the first time around, but Scout had done his research. It was compatible to the mating of wolves, where the male locked the female to further ensure the chances of a successful mating session.

Scout winced in pain and it was the only thing that drew Orion from his drive.

“Sorry,” Orion stammered. “Here.”

Orion carefully moved them away from the mess on the bed standing while Scout sleepily held onto him like a little monkey. Tossing aside the top covers to be cleaned later Orion settled them beneath she sheets.

Wrapping his arms snuggly around Scout he pulled the other boy closer until there wasn’t any space between them.

— — —

Scout woke up to the sound of footsteps. He was aware that Orion was no longer there due to the empty feeling in his gut. He rolled over to spot Orion moving about in his boxers tidying up the place with care. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Orion grinned, glancing over at Scout who was rubbing sleep from his eyes.

“You cleaned up.” Scout remarked.

“Yeah,” Orion laughed bashfully, scratching at the back of his neck, “it’s a thank you for helping me break the bed in.”

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Eating spicy food is a lot like running a marathon. They both hurt while you’re doing them, and the next day can be pretty painful, too. You have to fight the urge to quit. Crying is par for the course. Yet you persevere, all the while knowing that you’re going to sign up for the same suffering again in the future.

The world is cuckoo for chilis. Restaurants compete to have the spiciest wings, hottest chili, and most tear-inducing sushi. Competitors on television shows and YouTube series sear the inside of their mouths for our viewing pleasure. Self-proclaimed pepper-heads are always working to bring hotter and hotter peppers to market. In fact, the most tongue-blistering varieties we have now—ones with ominous names like the Carolina Reaper and Trinidad Scorpion—didn’t evolve naturally. They are the result of systematic crossbreeding designed to create chilis so packed with heat that only the bravest (or most foolhardy, depending on your point of view) would dare try them.

Eating spicy foods satisfies the deeply ingrained human need to test our limits and see how much discomfort we can take. That’s not the only reason we’re drawn to spicy foods, though. The pain they cause seems to stimulate the release of endorphins, part of the body’s endogenous opioid system, which accounts for why spicy foods “hurt so good” instead of just plain hurting. Capsaicin, the chemical in hot peppers that imparts the characteristic burning sensation, is anti-inflammatory and has numerous health benefits.

Can you feel the burn?

Chili, Pepper, Chili Pepper: What’s the Difference?

Sometimes the English language is unnecessarily confusing. This is one of those times.

Chilis all belong to the genus Capsicum, while peppers are a separate plant belonging to the genus Piper. The black pepper and white pepper on your spice rack are Pipers. However, the cayenne pepper and red pepper flakes next to them are Capsicums, as are bell peppers and all the fruits (yes, fruits) we lump into the category of “chili peppers.” Also, chili, chile, and chilli are all acceptable spellings for members of the Capsicum genus depending on where you live.

Confused yet? Sorry about that, but don’t fret. The difference only matters if you’re a botanist or you’ve been cornered by an incredibly pedantic foodie at a party. For common usage, feel free to use the terms chili (chile), pepper, and chili pepper interchangeably.

What is the Scoville Scale?

The Scoville Scale describes how hot a given pepper is using a unit of measure called Scoville Heat Units, or SHU.

In the original method for rating peppers, developed by the eponymous pharmacist and researcher Wilbur Scoville, a panel of tasters judge the heat level of different peppers. Today, food scientists employ high-performance liquid chromatography to measure how many capsaicinoid compounds a pepper contains, but human tasters still provide subjective ratings and validate the results.

Bell peppers rate a 0 on the scale. There is no upper limit. Currently, the hottest known pepper on the planet, the mysterious sounding Pepper X, claims to clock in at more than three million SHU. That would make it 600 times hotter than the average jalapeño!

Hot Pepper Safety

Capsaicin is an oily substance that can burn your skin and mucous membranes if you aren’t careful. The best way to avoid chili burns is:

Always wear gloves when cutting hot peppers.

Never touch your eyes when cooking with chilis.

Wash your hands with dish soap immediately after handling hot peppers.

Be careful not to inhale dried and ground (powdered) chili peppers. Chefs who work with the chilis at the top of the Scoville scale will even wear respirators!

If you forget the gloves and your hands feel like they are on fire, try washing them with rubbing alcohol, vodka, vinegar, baking soda, and/or dish soap. Each of these substances can neutralize and wash away the capsaicin.

The casein in dairy products can help, too. Drinking milk or eating yogurt will ease the pain in your mouth. You can also dunk your burning hands in milk if washing them hasn’t helped. However, should you be so unlucky as to touch your eyes with chili hands, the only solution is to flush them thoroughly with water.

Ultimately, though, the best course of action is prevention. Once you’ve burned yourself, these remedies are only going to provide moderate relief. You’ll still have to live with the pain for a while.

10 Types of Chili Peppers You Should Know

Variety is the spice of life. When it comes to culinary delight, one of the most fun—and potentially most painful ways—to mix it up in the kitchen is by experimenting with the spice level of your food. Here are some chilis you might want to try.

1. Jalapeño Peppers

Also known as:

Chipotle pepper (when smoked and dried), chile gordo (“fat chili”)

How hot are jalapeño peppers?

2,500 – 8,000 SHU

Jalapeño facts:

Native to Mexico

Used in a wide variety of Mexican and Tex-Mex dishes

Not very spicy as chili peppers go, but enough to bring some heat

Smooth-skinned fruit that grows 2 to 6 inches in length

Generally eaten while green, but you can let them continue to ripen on the plant until they are red

Try these jalapeño recipes:

2. Serrano Peppers

How hot are serrano peppers?

10,000 – 23,000 SHU

Serrano pepper facts:

Native to Mexico

Can substitute for jalapeño peppers in most dishes, and vice versa, though serranos are a bit hotter

Grows 1 to 4 inches long

Usually eaten raw, frequently in salsas, sauces, and relishes

Try these serrano pepper recipes:

(fermented!)

3. Habanero Peppers

How hot are habanero peppers?

100,000 – 350,000 SHU, but can be even hotter

Habanero pepper facts:

Originally from South America but now grown mostly in Mexico

Commonly used in Mexican and Central American cooking

Related to much spicier peppers like the ghost pepper and Scotch Bonnet

Short, plump fruit usually 1 to 2 inches long

Come in a variety of interesting colors and flavors, from traditional orange-colored habanero to the dark purple-brown chocolate habanero

Just one habanero pepper delivers more than the recommended daily allowance of vitamin C

Try these habanero pepper recipes:

4. Poblano Peppers

Also known as:

Ancho chili (when dried)

How hot are poblano peppers?

1,000 – 2,000 SHU

Poblano pepper facts:

Native to Mexico

The largest pepper on this list, growing 3 to 6 inches long and about 2 to 3 inches wide

Also the mildest pepper on this list

Usually eaten cooked, not raw

Try these poblano pepper recipes:

5. Mirasol Peppers

Also known as:

Guajillo chili (when dried), travieso chili

How hot are mirasol peppers?

2,500 – 5,000 SHU

Mirasol pepper facts:

Originally from Mexico

Also grown in Peru and popular in Peruvian cooking

Bright red, skinny pepper that grows 3 to 6 inches long

Often used dried (as guajillo)

Best known as a central ingredient in mole sauce

Try these mirasol/guajillo pepper recipes:

6. Cayenne Peppers

How hot are cayenne peppers?

30,000 – 50,000 SHU

Cayenne pepper facts:

Native to French Guyana

Bright red, skinny, curve pepper that grows 2 to 5 inches long

Most often used in dried and ground form to bring the heat to a wide variety of dishes and cuisines

The “red pepper flakes” you buy at the grocery store or sprinkle on your pizza are most likely cayenne peppers

Try these cayenne pepper recipes:

7. Thai Chilis

How hot are Thai chilis?

50,000 – 100,000 SHU

Thai chili facts:

The term “Thai chili” may refer to many different species, most often bird’s eye chilis

Skinny, deep red fruit measuring 1 to 2 inches long

Used both fresh and dried in chili pastes, sauces, stews, and curries

Try these Thai chili recipes:

8. Scotch Bonnets

Also known as:

Caribbean red peppers, bonney peppers, goat peppers, githeyo mirus

How hot are Scotch bonnets?

100,000 – 350,000 SHU

Scotch bonnet facts:

Native to the Caribbean

Also popular in the Maldives

Short, roundish pepper grows 1 to 2 inches long

So named for its resemblance to Scottish tam o’ shanter hats

Traditionally used to make Jamaican jerk seasoning

Try these Scotch bonnet recipes:

9. Ghost Peppers

Also known as:

Bhut jolokia

How hot are Ghost bonnets?

855,000 – more than 1 million SHU

Ghost pepper facts:

Native to northeast India

Red, yellow, orange, or brown pepper 2 to 3 inches in length

Once considered the world’s hottest pepper, but has since been beaten by the Trinidad scorpion pepper and the Carolina Reaper

First pepper to be measured over 1 million SHU

Used by the Indian military in “chili grenades”

Try these ghost pepper recipes:

10. Carolina Reapers

How hot are Carolina Reapers?

1.4 million to 2.2 Million SHU

Carolina Reaper facts:

Wrinkly, roundish red pepper measuring 2 to 3 inches long with a pointed tail

Created by Ed Currie of the Puckerbutt Pepper Company (yes, really)

Currently holds the world record for hottest pepper (as of October, 2021)

Can cause severe burns if eaten raw or handled with bare hands

Try these Carolina Reaper recipes:

Are you serious? Don’t try this at home!

Let us know in the comments: What’s the hottest thing you’ve ever eaten? Do you have a favorite chili that didn’t make the list? Maybe the hearty Anaheim, guindilla verde, or aji amarillo?

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