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His Princess - Pt7

fancast!bloody ben x targ!fem!reader

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Summary: The battle continues at Kings Landing as the dance begins in Harrenhal. When everything seems overwhelming there is a break on the horizon. Rhaenyra sends Y/n and Ben back to Harrenhal after they take Kings Landing to see the outcome. 

Warnings: 18+ battle/war, blades, blood, death, swearing, my version of the battle above gods eye(spoiler for the show bc it’s fr and it’s not cute) - mc but cannon death, beheading, alys spreading info like the gossip she is, after war and gossip oral(f receiving), fingering

Authors Note: hopefully the switching of the povs offers what I wanted it to!!!!, hate cole but i can’t deny he’s a good swordsman and would need at least two ppl to take him in a fight, i tried to keep gods eye minimal bc i can’t stand dragons fighting!!!, also daeron is not apart of this story bc i didn’t want another dragon to be hurt!

Word Count: 5.5k almost half of this is war

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Y/n Pov:

“Find him,” I sob to Vermithor and his growls shake the walls around the city as Silverwing and I give out an earth shattering cry as we circle the host raining fire upon the Greens. 

Vermithor gives out a bone chilling roar and sprays fire along the Gods gate. I’m turning my head searching for any sign of Ben as Silverwing follows close to Vermithor. I take notice of Vermithors wound but it’s more of just a scratch and the bleeding has already ceased much to my relief. My adrenaline rises to match my fear as my heart pounds wildly in my chest as we continue our search for Ben. 

Vermithor circles around where I last saw Ben and begins to fly down to the ground. He sprays the ground in dragon flame before he lands on the burning men as Silverwing lands us in the center of the fire next to him. The warmth licks at my armor as I watch the flames die around me. As the haze clears I see Ben cutting down men around him in a frenzy. 

I sob in relief as I see him still in one piece and quickly slide off of Silverwing. I slip the sword from my back and go to Ben’s side. My blade becomes an extension of myself as my body goes into a killing calm. Everything around me fades away as I face man after man. As I turn to my next victim I can see the burnt scorpion behind the host. 

Cole emerges from the ruins and bodies offering me a bloody smile. Our dragons step closer to me and bare their teeth. Their low growls and chuffs vibrate the ground beneath us. Ben turns to me and sees Cole walking over to me and quickly makes it to my side. 

“You need two dragons and a whores daughter to stand against me?” Cole laughs to Ben bitterly spitting.

“You will still die in the end.” I hum raising my sword.

“We shall see.” he charges forward with his blade in front of him and I quickly fold backwards to avoid his swing. 

Ben comes from behind and strikes with his sword and Cole barely avoids the metal. I rise once again and try to catch Cole from behind but he is quick on his feet. The three of us dance with our blades as the war continues to wage around us. My nerves start to rise as I see our host getting overwhelmed as both of our dragons are grounded with us for the moment. 

This moment of thought has costed me dearly. Pain washes through the side of my face as blood trickles down my neck as Coles sword slices my flesh. I give out a loud cry and Silverwing screams with me. 

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Harrenhal Pov:

The clouds hang low in the sky as the smell of rain on the horizon washes over the ruined castle. The sky is preparing to weep for the dance that will soon take place. Fog begins to roll in from the forest line casting everything in a gray light.  

“You will die here today.” Alys appears through the foggy gates walking to Daemon and Caraxes.

“As long as I take Aemond with me, I care not.” Daemon pulls his helm on and makes sure everything is secure.

“So eager to die before you meet your grandchild?” Alys tilts her head with a small smile.

“They’ll be better off without me.” he mounts Caraxes and shoots into the sky. 

Daemon has had enough of Alys’ mind games and doesn’t even bat an eye at the insinuation of having grandchildren. He never saw himself living long enough to see his children or wife contented. He knows this is the last thing he will be able to give them and he hopes it’s enough to change the tides of the war. 

Daemon circles around Harrenhal keeping his eyes peeled for Vhagar and her one eyed rider. He’s growing impatient but he can feel the promise of death in the air. Caraxes perches on one of the towers as they await their fate. A low grumble comes from the distance and Vhagar comes into view from the clouds. 

Daemon shoots into the sky and lures them away from the castle. He doesn’t much care for this castle but he knows many Lords will ask Rhaenyra for it so it must remain standing. He leads Aemond over the body of water called Gods Eye.

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Y/n Pov:

As I rise to my feet Ben is relentlessly bashing his sword into Coles. The metal song promises death. I try to find an opening to help Ben once more but he has a glazed look over his eyes as he slams repeatedly into Cole. I watch on in shock as I’ve never seen Ben fight like this. Some of his men stop and watch on as this one on one continues. 

Our dragons grumble as some of Coles men stand and watch. It seems as if this part of the wall is on a pause as they wait to see what happens. I rip a piece of my shirt off from under my armor and wipe off the side of my face. The cut seems to start just under my eye and travels down to my jaw. The dirtied cloth stings but it helps staunch the blood. Ben lets out a mighty roar and swings his long sword and I gasp with widened eyes.

“Your Kingmaker.” Ben yells as he raises Coles head into the air. 

He dips down and grabs Coles foot and drags it to Vermithor who grabs his leg in his claws. He returns to me still gripping Coles head in his hands and I look to him as he’s breathing heavily. He turns my face and looks at my cut as his nostrils flare.

“I’m sorry.” he whispers as the men begin to look around unsure if we’re to keep fighting. “To Silverwing.” he nods his head and begins to usher me over before he goes to mount Vermithor. 

Vermithor and Silverwing shoot to the skies and give out victorious growls. I look down at Vermithors claws as Coles headless body is being paraded through the air. He slides low to the Green host and they falter as they take on the body hanging above them. 

“Your Kingmaker is dead and your King dies at Harrenhal.” Ben proclaims as we fly along the walls. 

A loud grumble comes from the clouds and my heart stops as I see a large shadow approaching. As the dragon comes into view I squint my eyes trying to figure out who it is. It’s not Vhagar or any other I’ve ever seen. Silverwing chirps and flies to meet the new dragon. I shake my head thinking I must be delusional from blood loss as I spot Rhaena atop this dragon. 

“I figured I would help in the war!” Rhaena calls out as her dragon gives out a fierce cry and I look below as a sob rips through me as I see a grand host from the Vale and the North seeping through the tree lines running to meet the Greens host.

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Harrenhal Pov:

Caraxes and Vhagar circle each other around the body of water and give out low grumbles. The sky begins to cry as the dragons close in on one another. The Blood Wyrm quickly twists around the old fossil as she barely turns in time for the first snap of teeth. Vhagar gives out a loud cry as Caraxes sinks his teeth into her neck. 

Vhagar pulls away from Caraxes and breathes fire upon him and Daemon. Daemon flies through the flame and straight for Vhagars rider. Aemond dips, narrowly avoiding Caraxes maw. They pull back from one another and the dragons circle above the water once more.

“You have lived long enough,” Aemond calls across the skies to Daemon. 

“Something we agree upon,” Daemon chuckles as he begins to unclip from Caraxes. 

The world seems to hold its breath as Daemon unsheathes Dark Sister and points to Aemond and Vhagar. Caraxes flies quick and hard latching onto Vhagar. Daemon jumps from his dragon to Aemond landing on Vhagars head. He sprints down on uneven feet as Aemond struggles to get his weapon or unclip from his saddle. 

“For my Queen,” Daemon roars as he pierces Dark Sisters through Aemonds one eye before everything goes black.

The dragon’s give out a cry and spiral down to the water. The impact could be felt well over a hundred miles. Blood rain falls from the sky as the false King and the Rogue Prince implode to their watery grave. 

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3rd person Rhaenyra Pov: 

Addam has been sent to recruit the small folk and hand out armor and weapons for those willing and able. Rhaenyra has slipped into the castle through the tunnels and has made quick work of finding her loyalists. She makes it to the throne room and lets out a breathy laugh. Alicent and Helaena are brought in and kneel before her. 

“Rhaenyra please,” Alicent pleads from her knees as Rhaenyra holds a blade to her throat. 

“You brought this upon yourself.” she looks down to Alicent with contempt. 

“The Kings are dead.” Helaena speaks softly from her place next to Alicent. 

“Which ones?” Rhaenyra turns her head to Helaena lowering the blade from Alicents throat. 

“All of them.” Helaena shakes her head and Rhaenyras blade falls out of her hand. 

“Ring the bells to let-“ 

“Your Grace, another dragon and a host.” Addam bursts through the throne room doors breathing heavily.

“Who?” Rhaenyra looks at him confused. 

“They say Rhaena with a host from the Vale and North.” Addam takes in the scene before him. 

“She’s done it.” Rhaenyra smiles breathing out a sigh of triumph and relief.

“They also say that Ben and Vermithor are flying around Coles headless body above the host. He carries his head on his back.” Alicent lets out a soft sob at his words. 

“Your son’s are dead. Your Kingmaker has been beheaded. You are surrounded. Ring the bells and save your remaining men.” Rhaenyra looks down to Alicent. 

“The common folk will remember this destruction.” Alicent narrows her eyes at Rhaenyra. 

“They fight your host from within the walls. You have lost.” Rhaenyra tugs Alicent up harshly and begins to bring her to the bell tower. 

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Y/n Pov: 

My head cranes to the city as the bells begin to toll. All of the dragons surround the city and  give out one last cry before they start to the Keep. As we look down the fighting is slowing and swords are being lowered. I’m in awe as we fly through the city at the amount of small folk that are pushing the Greens out of the gates. 

Baela and Jace come into view and tears start sliding down my face as I see them unscathed and safe. Rhaena comes from behind the Keep with Addam trailing close behind her. Our dragons follow Syraxs call and we land perched on the main gates. 

We all dismount and make it down to the main courtyard. We all look to each other and my siblings take in mine and Ben’s appearance. Their eyebrows furrow as they see my cut and look to our blood and dirt covered bodies. I turn to Ben and see Cole’s head bouncing against his back as he approaches me. Vermithor lets out a low growl and flings Cole’s body to the center of the yard. 

“I see burning people wasn’t enough for you both.” Jaces voice drowns out as me and Ben look to each other. 

“Let’s find a witch to bring him back. I want to kill him slower.” his voice rough as he tilts my chin to look at my cut. 

“I’m okay.” I look up to him taking in the death that remains in his eyes. 

“We will find you a maester at once.” he pulls me with him into the castle. 

“Where are you two going?” Baela yells after us. 

I tug him to the throne room thankful he doesn’t know where the maesters chambers are. I must see my mother. I need to know who rang those bells and what it means. As the doors groan under my hands I behold my mother atop the throne with her crown on her brow. 

“Daughter,” Rhaenyra rises taking in my state. “My children,” her voice wavers as the rest of my siblings trail in behind me and Ben. 

“My Queen,” I bow. 

“Call for a maester,” Rhaenyra flicks her head to Jace and he’s out in the hall shouting in seconds. 

I huff as he brings in a maester who sits me on a chair and begins to clean my wound. Ben holds my hand as the maester beings to stitch up my cheek. Rhaenyra is lowly talking to my siblings about how their plans went and she finally turns to me and Ben. 

“I wish to see the head.” Rhaenyras voice travels through the hall. 

“The rest of him is in the courtyard.” Ben rises from my side and pulls the head from his back. He offers her the head holding it by his hair. 

“You’ve done me a great service, Benjicot.” she shakes her head at a loss for words. “What happened to your cheek?” Rhaenyra turns her attention to me. 

“Cole.” I say trying to steady my breathing as the maester pulls the thread in and out of my flesh for his last stitch.

“You fool,” she shakes her head before she leans down and engulfs me in a hug before she turns back to the group of us.

“We’ve done it, gather the remaining Lords so we may start about clearing out the traitors and moving forward.” she turns and nods her head to us. “Ben, Y/n,” she stops us before we exit.

“Yes?” we turn back to her. 

“I have one more immeasurable favor to ask of you both.” she whispers down to us. 

“Say it and it will be done.” I look to her with tired eyes but ready to do what she needs. 

“Go to Harrenhal and see what remains.” her voice barely a murmur as her eyes begin to tear. 

“We will go at once,” I nod my head. 

She walks out of the Keep with us as we take in the dragons and the wall crumbling under their claws. Her head snaps to the rest of Coles body that remains in the center of the courtyard. From beyond the gates we hear shouts and cries of agony from the people who were not as lucky. 

“Fly safe and stay together.” she pulls me and Ben into a tight hug. “Please return to me.” her voice a whisper as she looks to both of us. 

Ben turns to me and we finally have a moment alone to ourselves. I look into his eyes and he seems to be coming down from his adrenaline still. I wrap my arms around him and he holds me tightly against him. I care not of our blood and dirt and pull his lips to mine feverishly.

“I want you to fly with me and Vermithor,” he looks down to me separating our lips. 

“Ben, I’m fine,” I sigh looking up to him.

“I know, but I just want you by me.” his hold on me tightens.

“Then ask Silverwing,” I relent and he pulls away to turn to my dragon as I walk to his.

“You flew valiantly today, my beautiful Silverwing. Will you allow Y/n to fly with me and Vermithor on our next journey?” I turn from Verithors neck and see Silverwing nudge into Ben before he starts towards me.

“Up you go.” he softly tugs me towards his wings and I begin my climb. We quickly settle and take flight. Silverwing flies next to us and they both give out a victorious song to the men below before we coast out on the horizon.

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As we enter the Riverlands we can feel the great loss in the air. The clouds weep, cleaning off some of our blood and dirt as we make our way to the ruined castle. Our dragons give out low grumbles as we approach Harrenhal and begin to make our descent outside the main gates. 

Ben helps me off refusing to let me do anything on my own. He has a hand pressed against me at all times and grabs my hand for his own once we make it the ground. The heaviness in the air is unsettling while the wind sings an eerie song. 

The castle grounds are silent. We saw no dragons on approach and hear nothing as we look around for any sign of a threat. As we turn my heart goes to my throat as Alys appears. 

“Where are they?” I ask pulling the bone knife from its sheath and pointing it at her. 

“I would think you wouldn’t be so quick to show your child more death and violence. Though, you are your father’s child..” she trails off with a smile. 

“My child?” my eyebrows furrow as I raise the knife even higher. 

“The one you’ve been carrying for a moon now.” she nods to me and looks to Ben. I bring my free hand to my abdomen and try to think of any signs that her words are true. “I may have played mind games with your father but I can’t slip through your bond with the child’s father. He’s very protective.” she chuckles to Ben who is now trying to push me behind him. 

“Where is my father?” my voice wavers as my mind already knows the answer. 

“You’ll find him under the Gods Eye.” her skirts swish as she disappears behind the walls once more. 

“Stay with the dragons and I will go.” he looks down to me intensely. 

“You will not start with this overprotective male dominance now.” I huff as I try to walk past him but he grabs my arm to stop me. 

“Y/n,” he looks to me with pleading eyes as his hand travels to my lower abdomen. 

“After I find my father,” I shake my head and pull him along with me. 

We walk silently to the body of water just beyond the crumbling fortress. Our dragons follow behind us the ground shaking at their heavy steps. As we approach my breath catches taking in the blood splattered around the shores. 

Pieces of the once great dragons are jutting through the surface of the water. I can tell it’s both dragons by their coloring and a sob bubbles out of my mouth. My hand slips from Ben’s as I fall to my knees on the shore looking on at the still water. He kneels next to me and hugs me tightly. 

“I have to go find him.” I shake my head as tears begin to slip down my cheeks. 

I rise and start to walk into the once clear water that seems to now be stained a blush pink. Water licks at my thighs until I begin to start my swim. I swim around the masses in the water until I spot Caraxes. As I dip my head under the water to look for him my stitched cut screams in agony. 

I pull up for breath and begin to move around to see if I can find him anywhere else. I’ve been searching around Caraxes and have found nothing so I relent and begin my search around Vhagar. Ben shouts at me from the shore but I can’t abandon this search. 

As I dip down under the surface again my eyes blurry I spot Aemond in Vhagars saddle. I slip above the water to take in a deep breath before I dive down. My eyes bulge as I take in Dark Sister pierced through his remaining eye. I quickly scan the area and my remaining air bubbles out of my mouth as I see Daemon resting on the rocky bottom. I swim to the top and let out a loud sob. 

“Ben, I need you,” I cry and he’s running into the water and at my side in seconds. 

We swim below the surface and I rip Dark Sister from Aemonds head as Ben begins to lift and pull Daemons body to the surface. I grab on and help him carry him to shore. As we finally make it to the sands I sit silently looking down at his blade. 

“I-“ I shake my head as tears begin falling down my face. 

I let out a grief stricken scream and Silverwing quickly approaches the shores and curls near me. Ben holds me to him as my sobs continue to wreck me. My breathing finally settles and he looks up to me with sad eyes while wiping them away with his thumbs. 

“We need to prepare his body to bring back home.” I sniffle before getting to my feet.

“I’ll go see if there’s a maester or someone,” Ben rises wiping the sand off of him. 

“I told him he would die here.” Alys comes from the other side of the shore. 

“Are you just here to mock me and speak in riddles?” I yell exasperated. 

“I’ve brought this for your cheek. It’ll heal it better than those stitches.” she offers me a cup and I look at the foul smelling paste. “I’m also the only maester, if that’s what you want to call me, and I can prepare his body for your travels.” she offers and I cant tell if she’s sincere or not so I turn to Ben hoping he will deal with this situation for me. 

“What is this paste?” he grabs the cup from my hands. 

“Your dragons wouldn’t allow me to poison the mother of your child. Use it or don’t.” she chuckles turning her head to look at our dragons. 

“I want his body treated with respect. Bound and wrapped tastefully befitting a King. All of his armor is to be cleaned and properly packed so we may travel with ease. We will take our old chambers while you finish your work.” Ben pulls me to his side as we begin to walk to the castle once more. 

Our feet drag up the stairs as we stop in front of familiar doors. Ben pushes them open and escorts me to a chair to sit down. I place Dark Sister next to me and let out a shaky sigh. He kneels in front of me and locks his eyes with mine. 

“I’m sorry,” his words soft as he places the cup with the paste next to me and grabs my hands. 

“I had hoped he would make it.” tears still slide down my cheeks as he pulls me down into a hug.

“It seems as if Alys made you a bath. Let me clean you and help you relax.” he hums standing with me. 

He walks me to the bath and begins to remove my stained armor. I peel off my clothes as he starts to take off his armor. When he removes his shirt I can see small cuts littering his skin and I look at him with sad but thankful eyes that he’s still with me. He helps me slide into the bath and takes a seat next to me. 

The warm water lulls my muscles and I lean back resting my head on the lip of the small pool. I feel the water shift and he starts to undo my braids releasing their tension. I sigh in relief and allow my eyes to drift shut. He brings a cloth and soap to begin wiping my skin as I relax further into the water. 

“Do you want to try her paste?” his voice soft as I crack an eye open. 

“Sure, if anything bad happens Silverwing will eat her.” I shrug as he rises out of the bath. 

“I will kill her myself if she causes harm to you.” his voice trails to me from the couch before he returns. 

He applies a generous amount of paste to his fingers and brings his free hand to my jaw to tilt my head. I look up to him expectantly as he lowers his fingers to my cheek. I wince as the cold paste slides down my face and a shiver travels my spine as I feel the wound dispelling the stitches and doing its own work. 

“It’s healed.” his words almost a question as he tilts my head. He brings his hand up and shows me the black thread that was once holding my cheek. “That means she wasn’t lying.” his hand slides from my chin and he places it on my stomach. 

“Ben,” his name falls from my mouth as I allow myself to finally think about Alys’ words and the life growing inside me. 

“The mother of my children, my Princess, my wife.” his words filled with devotion as his lips softly press against mine. 

I let his lips wash away the day and all that’s come with it. His hand resting on my lower abdomen slides a little lower and I moan into his mouth as he circles my clit. His lips kiss down my now healed cheek and licks around my pulse. 

“I can’t wait to see you growing with our child.” he whispers in my ear as he dips his fingers into my core. “You’re gunna be even more beautiful.” I rest my head on his shoulder as my hips grind into his hand as my pleasure is already washing through me from my heightened emotions.

“Come let’s get you into bed while I find you some clothes. I’m sure we’ve left some behind.” he helps me out of the tub and walks me over to the bed always keeping a hand placed on me. 

“Ben I’m not going to break, I just fought alongside you in a war.” I huff but still allowing him to pull the covers over my body. 

“Do not remind me.” his rage seeps off of him. 

“Don’t work yourself up again.” I roll my eyes chuckling. “Come to bed, let’s forget today for a little while.” I pout my lips trying to pull him in with me. 

“I must find you clothes and food and a drink. Is there anything else?” he rambles as he begins walking to the doors. 

“Maybe some clothes for yourself? I know Harrenhal is empty but I don’t think the ghosts want you walking around nude.” I shake my head smiling. 

He pulls open the wardrobe and quickly slides on some pants and continues to rifle through what we’ve left. He pulls out wrinkled shirt next and shrugs before putting it on. He finds the shortest slip that’s been made in all of the seven kingdoms apparently and tosses it to me on the bed. 

“Now you have clothes.” he nods to himself before slipping out the door. I sigh and slip the piece of fabric on nonetheless. I pull the blankets closer and allow my eyes to rest while he’s off on his hunt. 

“I found some meat and cake and that’s about it.” Ben pushes the doors open jolting me awake. “And water. I’ve also spoken with Alys.” I stretch out wiping my eyes. 

“Pray tell what more Alys had to say.” I sigh as I hold my hands out expectantly for my water. 

“Just that she’ll have everything prepared for us by the morning. I’ve sent a raven to  Rhaenrya telling her that we will return tomorrow.” he hands me my glass of water and sits on the bed next to me with the tray of food. 

“You didn’t deliver the news of Daemon in that letter, did you?” I pull the cup from my lips. 

“No, she needs to see for herself.” he shakes his head. He starts to cut up the meat on the tray and goes to feed it to me. 

“Benjicot Blackwood,” I scold. “What happened to the man who made me and Silverwing hunt for him and his dragon?” I raise my eyebrows as a smile plays on my lips. 

“Shh, I’ll be the man now.” he tries to hide his smile as I accept the meat from the fork. 

“Then that means no more jumping off of Vermithor into the middle of a war.” I narrow my eyes at him as I accept another mouthful. 

“I was wondering when you would yell at me about that.” he says sheepishly. 

“I was so fucking scared. I thought my heart was going to stop. Never do that again.” I furrow my brows. “You did look incredibly fierce doing it though.” I whisper and his eyes snap to mine. 

“Fierce, hm?” he smiles down to me. 

“And fucking stupid.” I push him back as he chuckles. 

“Well let’s hope our child takes after you.” his smile is soft as he sits up. 

“Do you wish for a boy or a girl?” I hum as he starts to feed me cake. 

“I care not.” his smile widens. 

“I hope for a girl, so I think we’ll have a boy.” I chuckle accepting more of the sweet dessert. 

“Then we’ll have as many until we get a girl.” he discards the tray on the ground to bring his full attention to me. 

“We shall see what the Gods grant us.” I hum pulling him into a kiss. “Did you not bring any food for yourself?” I pull back looking to him. 

“I ate as your food was being prepared. I wanted to have a different kind of dessert.” his eyes darken and he crawls over me kissing me once more. 

My thighs spread as he settles between them. He licks and kisses down my neck before circling his tongue over my covered nipples. I whine as he scrapes his teeth around them before snaking his way lower. He places featherlight kisses down my slit as I sigh, bucking my hips to his face. 

His tongue juts out and offers small licks to my sensitive bud as I softly pant above him. His lips encase me while his tongue lashes against me quickly. My hand goes to his hair as I grind against his mouth and chase my pleasure. His other hand interlocks with my free hand as he continues with his tongue. 

“Ben, fuck,” I cry as I arch off the bed. 

He licks down my center and pushes his tongue into me as I gasp trying to catch my breath. He brings his other hand to circle along my bud as his tongue laps at my wetness. I explode across his face and he continues licking to clean me off. I sigh as my body melts into the bed as he comes to lay at my side. 

“What of you?” I say my eyes barely open as I go to reach for his length. 

“I’m okay, my love. Rest.” he grabs my hand and kisses my forehead as I curl into him allowing my mind to forget all of the bad today and only think of the good. 

We’ve taken Kings Landing. My mother sits the throne. My cheek is healed. I have a life growing inside me. I have a man who is absolutely devoted to me at my side awaiting the day we can marry and I can’t wait to marry him. I drift off contented listening to his heartbeat. 

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Part 8

ik i said 3 more parts 2 parts ago which means only one more after this but that’s just not enough?? and now i want to write abt them being happy and married and with kids wtfff are ppl down for that or do i do a spin off series??? like lmk bc i want more than just an epilogue and a glimpse like no i want to see this man waiting on you hand and foot and being absolutely OBSESSED with you pregnant with his child 

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@clarityisnofun @gabriella-aesthetic @callsignwidow @llynx7 @anaviieiraaa @violetiss3lfish @ka1afbr @akiko-oo @papichulo120627 @lizzylovebooks280501 @zanygot7straykidsbonk

if I missed anyone lmk!

[alchemistc]

Catie's Big Ass bucktommy fic rec (Part One)

So I'm not gonna lie, I have most of these fics priv. bookmarked because I HAVEN'T COMMENTED ON THEM YET AND I FEEL REALLY GUILTY ABOUT THAT. But more than one anon has asked for this and it tickles me pink that y'all like my writing enough to trust in my recs. So. Please, please, be better than I am and make sure to kudos and comment if you enjoy any of these works.

(Guys, there are SO MANY amazing writers in this fandom. So many truly breathtaking fics already. I got two hours into this and realized I was going to need to split this into parts because I have too many things to say about each of these and I want to do them all justice.)

Writers you can trust in:

@rcmclachlan /ao3 : I will sing RC's praises to the moon and back. There is something about the way RC injects humor into the tiniest of lines that makes me want to scream into a pillow until I pass out. You will see more than one of RC's fics in this list.

@kirkaut /ao3: kirkaut is the reason I jumped on this bandwagon. The unhinged spiral into LFJr obsession and the prevalence of well thought out meta and incredibly hot fic drew me in. If you are not following kirkaut, change that now.

@26-cats-in-a-trenchcoat / catfud_ohplease on ao3: Devastating prose. The ability to turn a theme on a dime and STAB YOU IN THE HEART with it. Mac owns my whole soul when it comes to really scratching that itch behind my eyelids for thematic imagery and really creative ideas for fic that aren't just run-of-the-mill smut/angst/fluff.

@devirnis / ao3: Ali only has one bucktommy fic up on ao3 but it is devine and I love it. Ali is also the only writer who has tempted me into reading buddie. This is not an indictment on buddie fandom or buddie fic writers in general, I just tend to be a one ship kinda gal and I don't really dive into fic for a ship I don't vibe with. Ali's writing has made me reconsider this position.

@beefcakekinard / thingbe on ao3: The domesticity. Literally just reread one of Rose's fics this morning and HAD to comment on it again because it made me want to fling myself to Jupiter.

(This is not a comprehensive list, but I just realized how many fics I have already bookmarked for bucktommy and I'm already under a readmore.)

Fics that make my brain go brrrr:

only fools rush in - somnum365 ( @firehose118)

Tommy lets Buck set the pace. Buck is ready for something.

Super hot and all about checking in. I've got a thing for discovering sex with a partner starting out with frottage and this delivers. The characterizations are so great.

Colin Firth Thinks You're Hot - IDontGoHereEither (@herrmannhalsteadproduction)

Buck is late for a special date night with Tommy, but he still stops to help a stranger stuck on the side of the road. Luckily, that stranger is about to help HIM.

Cute as fuck with a super fun guest star. Who doesn't want Mr. Darcy to think your boyfriend is hot?

sad girl poetic thursday night - screamlet

Date night menu: pasta primavera and emotional unpacking.

There's something about the pacing of this that sent me into a tailspin. The stream of consciousness that actually bleeds from the dialogue into the action and vice versa. Hng.

I Was Only Falling In Love - Princessfbi (@princessfbi)

Tommy in crisis mode.

There's a moment in this fic where Eddie has to pull Tommy back from the precipice of something and it lives entirely rent free in my head, forever and ever amen. The firefam taking care of Buck by taking care of Tommy.

let me count the ways - ashesandhalefire

Buck and Tommy in the aftermath of a good evening are chattier than they probably reasonably should be

There is something about this fic that feels like the witching hour is upon you, like you could live in this little pocket world Buck and Tommy have created for themselves forever. The dialogue is fantastic, and the way they communicate with each other is just *chefs kiss*

let's make it cinematic - kirkaut

Tommy helps Buck deal with some of his impotent rage in the face of the Gerrard of it all.

Listen, I do not have a praise kink. This kinda makes me wish I did.

"[...]Everything is.” He circles a finger around in the air. “It’s very spinny.” - this line of dialogue came for my fucking throat.

Sick with it - Mellow_Yellow

what if in an alternate universe babyslut Buck joined the 118 when Tommy was still in his closeted asshole era and they had a torrid affair??

The way this is a little fucked up. The way the characterizations aren't exactly familiar because they haven't aged into what we know them as in current canon. The way you can see in every broken line and every stutter step that Tommy is falling for Evan and has No Fucking Idea what to do with that. Ugh. Best Met Earlier AU I've ever read.

He blinked as Tommy walked by, eyes sliding closed again before he left. He felt a light touch on the top of his head but figured he was imagining it. He couldn’t think of anyone at the 118 who would touch him that carefully. - just absolutely fucking end me they're so good/bad for each other

A Full Body Workout - Persiflager

Tommy and Buck spend a day trying to distract Eddie from the *gestures vaguely* all of it.

The way this is so quiet in the way it shows you how Tommy and Buck care for each other. The way they are down bad but still so hyperaware of the pace they've set, the things they've talked about. The way they take care of their friend here. I'm obsessed with the tone of this one. Also, as a general theme, nothing draws me in more than well thought out dialogue, and this one has some fucking GREAT dialogue.

Your love is better than ice cream - Cecily_v, liminalmemories

An alternative meet-cute, where-in Tommy doesn’t know the 118 and decides Buck is worth it anyway. Buck is confused but figures some things out.

There is so much I love about this AU. How they meet. How their relationship progresses. How it feels glacially slow in comparison to the canon storyline but also how in character they both are. The foundation of their love in this fic is downright eatable.

just couldn't fall til we met - thingbe (@beefcakekinard)

Buck and Tommy spend a quiet morning in together.

This is the one that crossed my dash earlier today and made me eat fucking glass on reread. The closeness. The way they're both so tactile. The blink and you'll miss it hints at a life being built together. Eating this UP every time I read it.

The Premium Twunk Appreciation Society, President: Tommy Kinard - everythingremainsconnected

5 times Tommy almost faints like a Victorian maiden at the sight of Buck’s flesh, and 1 time he can do something about it.

“Hey,” Evan said, shoving Eddie out of the way and filling the screen with his playful glare, “organise bro time on your own time, I’m on the phone with– with Tommy.”

“With who?” Eddie repeated. Tommy didn’t need to see his face to hear the fondness in the mocking. “Who’s on the phone? I didn’t quite catch that.”

- They are so stupid about each other in this fic, please read it and watch steam blow out your ears at how sweet and hot and down bad for each other they are.

desire (i want to turn into you) - chthonicheart

The first time Buck’s really able to bury his face between a man’s tits, he nearly cries.

pwp but with a whole heaping of character study. HOT.

rule four (you were only waiting for this moment to arise) - middyblue (daisyblaine) [@middyblue]

Tommy has doubts.

There is a general mood to this piece that feels heavy in a way I can't quite explain. There was a weight on my chest all the way through this in the BEST way possible. The way Tommy navigates his mind and struggles to trust the little slice of peace he and Buck have carved out is just mindbogglingly beautiful.

Come Fly The Friendly Skies - RC_McLachlan (@rcmclachlan)

Buck meets their rescue mission's would-be pilot and is extremely normal about it.

"Throttling is what I'm gonna do to you if you don't shut up and let the nice man steal a helicopter for us,"

WHEN I TELL YOU I AM INCANDESCENT WITH RAGE over how funny and insightful this fic is.

Every characterization is picture perfect.

Maddie gives great hugs, but she's so small; if she had this guy's build and could basically fold Buck into her like an old blanket, they'd have to pry him out of her arms with the jaws of life.

In the back of Buck's mind, in a place he hasn't discovered, he's already picked out a venue and chosen his centerpieces. He's mentally putting together seating arrangements. This line of Buck's thoughts on Tommy Kinard told me so.

Please read this and join me in trying to destroy RC with my mind (lovingly).

little by little - MediaWhore

Buck & Tommy, during and after the wedding.

There is something so soft and gentle about this fic. The way Tommy just gives in to the exhaustion and props himself up against Buck because he knows he'll be able to take the weight (he wants to take the weight and Tommy knows it). The quiet flirting, the way they take care of one another. The jumpscare of Marge and Phil and how this fic is right at the edges of exploring that but Buck has me important priorities.

“It was badly done,” - the way this is so in character for Ma Buckley and the way it made me want to SHAKE HER TIL HER TENDONS SHATTERED AND SHE CRUMBLED LIKE A SATISFYING CASINO IMPLOSION

Soft and heartbreaking and mending all at once.

while you arranged flowers - newtkelly

Buck’s got a wedding date, but as far as today goes, he’s also got a regular one.

The way I want to wrap this Buck up tenderly and hide him from the people in his life who DON'T DESERVE HIS AFFECTION, HIS LOVE, HIS JOY.

The non-urgency of this, the absolute too-much-too-soon he's dealing with in his own mind while he grapples with the reality of seizing a second chance with both hands and getting to explore himself within the confines of a very lovely, very sweet and kind, VERY HOT man he wants to get on his knees for.

Beautiful prose, excellent dialogue, an insightful character study.

[safeturnip]

purr-eased to meet you

words: 2.4k

characters: Grian, GoodTimesWithScar

summary: Grian, a garden, and also cats.

(written for round 2 of mind meld for @mcyt-soulmate-sweepstakes !!)

AO3 link

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The pair of cats crashed straight into Grian's garden before his brain could even process what was happening. It happened so fast—he was holding a hose and watering his plants, thinking about nothing in particular; a blur of brown streaked past his feet; he managed to get out a flabbergasted "wha"; there was an almost gentle crunch of not-yet-flowering poppies being flattened under two feline bodies.

He dropped the hose in his shock, staring slack-jawed at the cats—kittens, really, now that he'd gotten a proper look at them—happily rolling around in their mattress of crushed foliage. Half-hysterically, he had the thought of, Wait, are poppies poisonous to cats? Then his common sense kicked in, and he dropped to a crouch, reaching out to grab one of the cats and pull them away from the garden.

"Oh no, you can't be in there, kitties," he said, as the cat squirmed in his grasp. "One: Pearl and Jimmy are going to bully me forever if I couldn't keep a garden alive for one season. And two: I don't know if those are poisonous to you or not, and if you die, then your owner—whoever they may be—is going to kill me." Speaking of owners, he cast a furtive glance around, but there wasn't anyone else in sight. Irresponsible, Grian thought absently, before turning his attention back to the cats.

He managed to get the cat cradled protectively to his chest, who then promptly bit his hand. Grian hissed at the feeling of needle-sharp teeth sinking into his skin. "Ow," he said, then: "No, you know what, that is entirely fair. If some random stranger twenty times my size grabbed me, I'd also probably start biting." Uncaring of his sense of sympathetic understanding, the cat continued to struggle in his grasp, batting not-quite sharp claws against his forearm.

With one cat secured, he reached back towards the other one, grabbing it under its stomach, and it started screaming in protest. He didn't have the most secure grip, but he managed to drag the two caterwauling unexpected visitors from the flower bed to the small stretch of green lawn where he knew there wasn't anything poisonous they could possibly ingest. Kneeling down, he angled himself so that his back was facing the flowers, acting as a barrier between the cats and the garden.

The grass was cool against his knees through the fabric of his trousers, some of the spring night's chilliness still clinging to the green blades. He studied the cats that were overflowing out of his lap—harnesses were looped around their chest and forelegs, one blue and the other orange, and simple but functional looking leashes were clipped to the backs of the harnesses. That meant their owner had to be somewhere nearby, right? Yet Grian was still alone in this cul-de-sac of his neighborhood, his only company the lost cats.

A thought occurred to him, and he quickly felt around the cats' necks, whose response to that was to give him some serious stink eye, which, understandable. At least they didn't try to scratch or bite him again. His search turned up nothing—no collars, no name tags that he could flip around and read a convenient engraved message of If lost, please call insert-phone-number-here. Frowning, he took his hand away and studied the cats again.

They looked nearly identical to each other, with grey-brown fur and dark stripes that swirled along their sides and drew patterns across their faces. The pupils of their green eyes were narrowed to slits against the morning sun—and also probably because they were more than a little displeased with Grian bundling them around his front yard. They looked so similar that Grian couldn't help but wonder if they were siblings.

But then again, he supposed having similar features didn't automatically equate to being siblings; after all, him and Jimmy and Pearl looked nothing alike.

The cats seemed to have settled down a little, acting a lot more mellowed-out now that they weren't being manhandled around. Blue Cat had even started cleaning its front paw, eyes half-squinted in concentration. Grian glanced quickly over his shoulder to assess the damage of his garden. The poppies were a lost cause, unfortunately; they were completely squashed. At least they'd be easy enough to grow back. How easy they were to grow was one of the reasons Pearl had recommended them to Grian as a good decorative flower for him as a beginner gardener. And, luckily, the cats had missed the several lilac bushes dotted here and there across the flower beds. Some of the branches in there could get surprisingly sharp.

Little fussing noises drifted up from his lap, and he looked back down to see the cats squalling slightly in his lap. They looked like they were considering bolting again, and he instinctively petted the tops of their heads in an effort to soothe them. Their short fur was soft and silky, warmth emanating from their bodies in quantities that seemed too much for such small creatures. Grian rubbed his knuckles against their cheeks, patted the tops of their heads, smoothed down the fur along their sides.

"Please, please don't run," he said, stroking the space between their ears. "I don't feel like chasing you guys down over the distance of ten blocks."

And, surprisingly, it worked. The tension bled out of the cats' bodies as Grian continued petting them, melting under his touch and adding to his hypothesis that cats were a form of liquid. Blue Cat pressed its head against Grian's hand, eyes squinted shut in happiness, and he swore his heart melted.

But as adorable as the they were, he couldn't keep them Their owner was probably sick with worry, running themselves ragged looking for their pets. The best course of action was probably to take the cats to the closest shelter, and hopefully their owner would think to look for them there.

He'd just had the thought of How far away is the nearest shelter, again? when he heard a shout from off to his left.

"Finney? Katy Bee? Where are you guys? Come on, I—oh, thank god, there you guys are!"

Grian snapped his head up and towards the voice. There—approaching him from across the street was a man in a wheelchair with the sort of frantic energy about him of a person who'd been slingshotted from mind-numbing panic straight into immeasurable relief. He was wearing an olive-green windbreaker to stave off the early morning chill, thrown on overtop a striped button-up shirt and black sweatpants. As he slowed to a stop in front of Grian, all his focus was on the cats in Grian's lap as if they were a shining light and the rest of the world was darkness.

For a brief moment, Grian had the stupid thought of Wait, what if this man is a catnapper or something, but then the man said, "C'mere, you little rascals," and made a beckoning gesture at the cats, and at the sound of his voice, the cats practically lit up. Their heads swiveled in the man's direction, ears pricking up in excitement, and without another glance toward Grian they shot to their feet and trotted over to the man, their tails held high.

The man patted his knee twice and the cats bounded up into his lap without any hesitation. He procured a tube of some sort of cat treat–paste from a hidden pocket and held it out the cats, who fell upon it with the ravenous countenance of crows swooping down upon a tipped-over rubbish bin.

Grian rose slowly to his feet to get a proper look at this new person. The man still hadn't seemed to have noticed Grian; he was murmuring quietly to the cats in his lap and gently patting their backs as they gnawed hungrily at the treat in his hand. His general appearance was disheveled from both exertion and a considerable amount of recent worry. Pale scars lined his jaw and cheekbones, and his short hair was the colour of rain-soaked soil, with a streak of grey threaded through his bangs. He was handsome, Grian noted distantly, in a way that was objectively unnecessary.

Finally, the man looked up, meeting Grian's eyes for the first time, his smile wide and grateful. "Oh my god, thank you so much for finding my cats. I've been so worried."

"Um." Grian blinked, thrown slightly off-balance by the force of the man's earnest gratitude. "You're welcome . . . ?"

"Usually they're better than this," the man went on, turning his attention back down to his cats. As Grian continued watching, he pushed up the sleeve of his windbreaker to reveal a black wristband with some sort of metal clasp attached to it. While his cats continued to be distracted by the treat in his hand, he untangled their leashes and clipped the loops into the metal clasp with the ease of much practice.

"But Mr. Finnegan here," the man continued, jerking his chin towards the cat with the orange harness, "freaked out when a car alarm started going off nearby and took off, and when Finney does something, his sister—" said with a brief pat to the side of the cat wearing the blue harness "—just has to follow him. And I guess the clasp wasn't closed tight enough, and their leashes popped out before I could react, and—and it was this whole thing, but you found them for me!"

So Grian's initial thought was correct: the cats were siblings. With that mystery solved, Grian gestured behind him and said, "Yeah, they kinda trampled my flower beds," then immediately felt bad about pointing it out when the man's expression turned remorseful. Idiot! Grian thought to himself. You didn't need to bring that up.

"I'm so, so sorry about your plants getting ruined." Underneath the contrite guilt, the man seemed faintly embarrassed about the fact, as if his cats' bad behaviour was a direct reflection of himself. Grian could relate, sort of. He experienced a similar feeling whenever Jimmy made a fool of himself in public. The man offered, "I'll—I can pay for them, maybe?"

Grian was quick to shoot that down, making a gesture of polite but firm refusal. "Really, it's not a problem." He wasn't going to make a random stranger pay for his front yard, especially not after he'd just spent however long panicking over his missing pets. "It wasn't even that good anyways; it's my sister who's the gardener of the family. I'm just her stand-in when she's not around."

"I . . . okay," the man said, still looking somewhat guilty. "If you're sure." He looked past Grian to the squished poppies and the lilac bushes with their pastel purple blooms, and added, "I don't know if it means anything to you, but I think your garden is lovely."

Then, before Grian could even react to his compliment, the man shook his head slightly as if something had just occurred to him. "Oh—where are my manners?" He brought his hand up in a sort of half-wave of belated greeting. "I'm Scar; it's nice to meet you!"

"Grian," responded Grian, and then, for lack of anything else to say, added, "Your cats are adorable, by the way." He didn't know why he felt the need to extend this conversation, to get this stranger to stay in his vicinity longer, but he did it anyways.

"They are, aren't they?" Scar's expression turned adoring as he glanced down at his cats, who were now curled up together in his lap, one seamless ball of warm striped fluff. "I mean, aside from the innocent plant murdering, th—dude, I don't know what it is with these guys and plants; just a couple days ago, I brought a houseplant home, looked away for less than an hour, and when I looked back, there was no more houseplant!" He shook his head fondly. "My roommate keeps telling me that the cats'll grow out of their destructive tendencies, but I'm not so sure about that."

"They sound like a handful," Grian said, keeping his tone light and smiling to show he didn't mean it as an insult.

Scar laughed, smoothing a finger along Katy Bee's striped cheek. "Yeah, they're mischievous little scamps. Aren't you—" this last bit was aimed towards his pets, in the cooing sort of voice made by someone of the utterly enamoured "—you little menaces." They didn't even respond to his words; Mr. Finnegan had started batting at his leash, and Katy Bee was staring wide-eyed at the cotton-puff clouds high up in the sky above her.

"And I have another cat at home too, but she's way older than these two and hates going for walks. It's like . . ." Scar trailed off, and Grian was momentarily confused as to why he'd paused, but then Scar nodded towards Grian's forearms with a wince and said, "Looks like they banged you up a little bit, huh? Sorry about that."

"Oh." Grian brought his arm up to look at the faint red scratch marks running along his skin, then dropped his arm back down. "That's—don't worry about it. Really, it's fine," he added when Scar opened his mouth, either to protest or apologize again, Grian wasn't sure. "I've had worse."

"Well, I—I'm . . . okay." Scar nodded once and let the matter drop.

The silence stretched out, nearing the point of discomfort in the way of two strangers who'd never interacted with each other before, but Scar managed to intercept it before it could fully manifest. He smiled in a way that banished any possible awkwardness, and said, "Well. I think it's time to get these two troublemakers home now; they're probably all tired out from their little adventure." Scar tipped his head down in a half-nod of gratitude, and said, "Thank you so much—again—for holding onto my cats for me. I really appreciate it."

"Yeah," Grian said, and even though this was the first time he'd interacted with Scar, he couldn't help but feel a flicker of unexplainable disappointment that Scar was leaving already. "No problem."

"I hope to see you around!" And with a final parting wave, cats safely in his lap and secured properly, Scar turned and wheeled away from Grian, heading back the way he came.

Grian stared after Scar until he rounded the corner and disappeared from view. Then he shook his head with a sigh, turning back to his garden. The poppies weren't going to replant themselves. But even as he spent the next couple hours fixing up his garden, he couldn't help but think of Scar and—even though he'd just met him today—hope that he could see Scar again sometime in the future.

[chibsandchill]

A blood red setting sun

Fandom: HOTD (House of the Dragon) 

Pairing: Aemond x GN!Dragonrider!Reader (reader’s house is not specified)

Warnings: Death, toxic relationships, Aemond needs therapy (like a lot), sui§ide, Dark!Unhinged!Aemond, bad language, blood and gore (described), unreliable narrator (Aemond), grammatical and spelling errors. This is a dark fic

Summary: Rhaenyra changed her mind and sent you instead of Daemon to guard Harrenhall, and a battle between you and Aemond one-eye ensues far above the Gods Eye. Inspired by Love crime by Siouxsie and the Hannigram cliff scene. 

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Alys clung to his back, her breath warm on the side of his neck. It made his skin crawl, 

he loved it. 

That feeling of wrong that washed over him every time they touched. The disgust that sprung down his spine when he joined himself with her. How his breath caught in his throat when she kissed him, when she pressed herself against him, 

the instinct to flee. 

It was familiar, 

unlike with you, 

when everything felt right. 

Aemond shifted forward in the saddle once he spotted the charred ruins. Alys moved closer, her rounded belly pressing against him to the point of discomfort. Disgust rolled in his stomach at the thought that she carried his bastard. He tugged her closer still, chasing the feeling, and yet, despite his efforts it ebbed away, just like it always did. He chased and chased like a dog with a bone, 

but even that would abandon him. 

Aemond scoffed and pushed her arm away. He would push her away, off his dragon were it not for the fact that he was addicted to her. She was a witch, 

his Alys. 

His. 

It rushed through him again, the loathing. It set his nerves on fire, his chest aching and heart screaming in protest, 

oh how he loved it. 

“There, my Prince.” Alys whispered in his ear. It made his skin crawl. Oh, how he loathed her touch. 

But true indeed, there you were. Waiting for him by the ruins and the great old tree. Your dragon stared them down when he ordered Vhagar to land. No respect, no… fear, either of you, he thought, for both dragon and rider neither flinched nor moved away when he landed his Queen of Dragons recklessly close. 

“Kinslayer!” You named him. “You came at last.”

He helped Alys down from Vhagar. Her touch chased away the delight he felt at hearing your voice again. “I hear you’ve been seeking us.” 

“Only you.” 

“Hm.” A smirk grew on his face. “I rarely leave my Lady’s side.”

You frown at the sight of the witch’s belly. “Clearly. I see Aegon’s lesson stuck after all. Tell me, Lady,” you turned to Alys, “did he cry as he spilled himself inside you?”

Your fire excited him. He found he didn’t even mind that it was his past you used to tear at the frayed edges of his wounded heart. It was you he had cried to that day Aegon had taken him to the brothel. He had cried as the old whore forced him to his peak, 

a whore who looked like Alys. 

Perhaps that’s why he chose her. So he can relive it time and time again. So that when he dreams he can hide in your arms again, where you press him to you to the point of pain. It grounded him, 

unlike now, 

Aemond felt untethered, like a kite who’s string had been cut and was left to waste away in the wind. 

His witch stood tall. Perhaps a bit too tall. Rigid. “Hardly.”

“Ah,” you lean back against the tree, “you’re upset about the gift I left you, witch.”

Alys tensed and wrapped her arms around her stomach. Aemond wanted to look at your hands but he refused to tear his eye from yours. Were they bloodied with Alys’ bastards? Or had you scrubbed and scrubbed until your hands bled. Were your arms marred with tiny scratches as they fought back? 

How did it taste? 

How did it feel to have your soul tainted with their blood? 

Could you still taste the iron on your tongue as he did? 

You were the same, 

tainted, 

doomed. 

You had left them all in a pile. Poor Alys could barely recognize them, much less identify what pieces belonged to which of her children. She had cried that night as he took her. He had licked the tears from her face and her misery warmed him. 

He wanted to thank you for it, 

for the high. 

Could you do it again? 

“I had thought murdering children was Daemon’s brand of cruelty.” 

“As did I, kinslayer.” You worried your lip between your teeth, face a perfect mask of indifference. “I do believe the saying to be ‘an eye for an eye’, not ‘an eye for a life’. Let’s not forget about sweet Lucerys,” you pouted and stepped closer. “He was Rhaenyra’s favorite, you know. Was it worth it?”

Always, he wanted to say. 

Aemond the One-eyed kinslayer with a heart as black as the night he slayed his nephew. 

“No.” 

“Liar.”

Perhaps a little. 

“And how is the whore of dragonstone, hm? I hear they heard her screams all the way to Dorne.” Aemond placed Alys in front of him, pressing himself against her. “And her daughter? A sign from the gods. My sister is more beast than woman. It is not so surprising then to find our uncle rutting into her so.” 

“You think I am here for her?” You laughed. 

Aemond bristled at the sound. He stood before you, a warrior, bloodied and proven, 

and you laugh. 

“No, Aemond,” his trousers tightened despite Alys pressing back against him, “I am here for you. It is time we end this. It is time we see who will win this deadly game. Say goodbye to your whore.”

Alys twisted in his arms with outrage, but Aemond said nothing. He wanted to disobey, if only to see what you would say, 

what you would do to her, 

to him. 

Would you tear the bastard from his arms? He tightened his arms around Alys. Would you? Could you see it in his eyes? The desire? 

Take her, he urged you in his mind. 

Take her. Take her. Take her. Take her. 

Take me. 

In his dreams you called him ‘yours’. 

Eager to chase it all away, Aemond forced Alys around and pressed his lips against her hard and fast without an ounce of kindness. They were already bruised from last night and she twisted in his hold to get away, 

but he wouldn’t let her. 

She saw much in the fire, his Alys. Surely she saw into his very core and knew the beast that waited there, ready to devour all that tries to take what belongs to another, 

what belongs to you. 

Piece by piece Aemond fed Alys to it. 

Who did you feed to your beast, Aemond wondered, or had you left it starving until he returned? Did you wait for him like you swore? He refused to believe you had. He did not. So you did not. What if you had? If he touched you would the beast take him? Would it turn against him? 

He wanted to try.

If you consumed him, 

he would be glad. 

You had lain with another. You must have. Or else… He refused to believe you had not, refused to believe that you had not betrayed him for that meant that it all was for nothing. 

He could see it in your eyes. You taunted him with it. A piece of you had been given to another. It must have been. It had been. He could see it. He saw the lack of it. You lacked it. You could not give it to him. It was gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. 

Just like you. 

Where did you go? 

He tore his face away from Alys and pushed her out of the way. 

There. 

You were mounting your dragon. 

The die had been cast, it seemed. Now to see who would survive this dance of theirs. 

Aemond clambered up the chains to Vhagar’s saddle. 

“Kinslayer!” You interrupted him as he was about to fasten the chains around him. He looked up, and there you were. Upside down in your saddle. He scowled. “Don’t bother with the chains. This won’t take long.”

“Soves!” Aemond barked at Vhagar, who grumbled and growled in protest at his tone, but the she-dragon obeyed. 

Your dragon was smaller and swifter than the old she-dragon, and quickly the pair of you disappeared in the clouds above. Because of her size Vhagar was much slower and had taken to ascending in ever widening circles, forcing them out over the vast lake. The waters of Gods eye shimmered like molten copper under the setting sun. It was rather peaceful, Aemond thought. 

And then, 

your dragon emerged from the clouds from his blindside. Teeth like swords wrapped around Vhagar’s throat and talons ripped and ripped at her soft underbelly. Vhagar twisted in your dragon’s hold, tearing herself further at his teeth in her desperation to be free. 

“Vhagar!” He shouted in horror. 

Her roars of pain echoed across the land. She turned and turned, lashed out with her tail, her claws. 

“Dracarys!” Aemond commanded her. “Dracarys!” 

Fire spouted from her maw, so bright that it looked like the clouds themselves caught on fire. 

Your dragon let go so that he could get a better grip but Vhagar banked to the side and the two dragons grappled at each other. Talons tore at hide until blood rained down on the fishermen below. 

And yet, through it all, you remained quiet. Such was your bond with your dragon. It needed no words. 

Vhagar’s claws caught on the soft underbelly of your dragon, and her teeth on his wing, but the she-dragon was dying. Her great wings slowed down, her fire a mere ember glowing in her throat. Your dragon bit at Vhagar again with renewed vigor, undeterred by her talons cutting straight through entrails. 

“Oh, kinslayer!” Your voice echoed in the wind. 

He looked up and only managed to draw his dagger as you leaped from your dragon. You slammed into him and your sword through him. Aemond gasped and sputtered. You were touching him. 

Skin against skin. 

Your face against his. 

Blood coated your teeth. 

You had never looked more beautiful. 

He barely noticed Vhagar’s dying shrieks, or that the three of you began plummeting towards the water. 

The feeling of her, 

it rushed through his veins, 

burned up his skin. 

Your chest heaved, but you smiled at him. You smiled and pressed yourself closer to him. Would you impale yourself on your own sword to get closer? Bleed into him as he bleeds into you. For what was this but you killing yourself? You and he were the same. 

Then you gasped, and Aemond was broken from his trance. 

You were still falling, 

falling together. 

But his dagger? You had fallen straight onto it. Red gushed out onto his hand. Horror filled his chest. He brought his hand up to his face. He wanted to cover his eyes and pray, pray, pray until he woke up in his bed and this was all a bad dream. 

He hardly felt his own pain over the pain in his heart. The beast rattled at the bars of the cage, breaking his ribs to crawl out of her chest and be reunited with you. 

Aemond’s eyes flew open at your touch. Calm acceptance waited for him in your eyes. He knew then that you also knew that this would never end in any other way. You were never meant to survive the war, for what was there to live for if not the other. You were always meant to burn together, 

die together.

Happiness. You were happy, 

happy with him. 

He could see the water now. It would be your grave. But you would be together. He wondered if you knew what would happen when you decided to jump from your dragon. Had you seen his dagger? Was this your design all along? To die together at each other’s hands? 

The one piece of you that you could give to no other. It was his. 

His. His. His. His. He was yours. 

Yours. Yours. Yours. 

You brought his blood coated hand to his mouth, and without looking away he licked at the wetness there. You pressed it harder against him and he licked and licked until it was gone and his face was stained with you. You. You. You.

You threw yourself against him again, your lips pressed against his. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. But it was perfect. He chased your lips as you pulled away. You had never looked as beautiful as you did then, lips smeared with blood and wide-shot pupils. 

You clutched at his tunic, to bring him closer or push him away? Aemond didn’t know. You pulled and then you pushed. 

And then, 

blackness. 

Aemond looked up. 

A blood red setting sun. 

Water filled his lungs. He didn’t feel cold and it was okay, 

because he had you in his arms, 

and now you would never be apart. 

[mermaidgirl30]

Look for the Light Chapter 15

- Summary: Aly finds herself trying to escape the Boston QZ. What Aly doesn’t know is Tess is pairing her up with Joel to go on a dangerous mission to find Tommy. Will Aly survive the brooding, moody Joel or will she find herself falling hard for him?

- Tags: Torture, kidnapping, Russian roulette (Dark Chapter)

“Run.”

Your feet hit the floor as fast as they could carry you the moment those words left David’s mouth. You didn’t know where you were going. All you knew is that you needed to get the hell out of here.

You ran past the main room and back towards the entrance where you came in from. Two men stood guard at the door and laughed as you quickly turned back around. You ran towards the kitchen, entering the dim lit area. As soon as you turned the corner a man twirling a handgun came popping out from the other side, jumping out at you. You screamed as he took you by surprise and turned, making a run for it.

All the men that were standing in the main room just stared at you and laughed like you were a clown putting on a show. Fear consumed you as the adrenaline set in, you were running in overdrive now. You turned back around and ran towards the marble staircase. You looked up and didn’t see any men standing around.

“Tick tock, you’re running out of time!” David yelled from the other room.

You took your chances and raced upstairs, skipping every other step to try to save time. The second story was massive. You looked right and a long, narrow hallway appeared. The hall was filled with maybe ten different rooms scattered down the hall. You looked towards the left and a bridge like walkway took you from one end of the lodge to the next. On the other side of the lodge stood grand rooms that looked like lounge areas. That’s when you saw it. Two enormous grand windows stood at the end of the hall which led outside. From there you could see a way outside, down to the first floor. Jackpot.

You ran as fast as your feet could carry you until you ended up on the other end of the lodge, right in front of the doors that led outside. “Bingo,” you smiled as you sighed to yourself. You looked behind you to make sure no one was following you. No one was there. You turned back around and placed your hands on the door handles, pushing down to open the door. They didn’t budge. You tried again, but there was nothing.

“No, come on.” You jiggled the handle but nothing happened. You put all your force from your body and pushed against the door. Nothing. You looked around you and there was nothing to try to break the window. No lamp, no chair, nothing. “Damn it,” you whispered.

There was only one more thing you didn’t try. Without even thinking, you hit the window as hard as you could with your arm. The force against the glass sent pain shooting through your arm. You silently let a cry out as you held your arm against you, trying to soothe the pain away. You looked at the glass and there wasn’t even a scratch to show that you had tried. Hope coursed out of your body with no sign of returning.

“Two minutes!” David called from down below.

You hurried down the hall trying the next best thing you could think of. You went down the line of doors trying all the handles. Some handles were dusty, some were strong, some were starting to fall apart. You tried at least four doors so far and nothing was opening.

“Come on, work for me!” you said with panic in your voice. You tried two more and nothing. Those bastards had locked everything up. How were you supposed to get out now?

You saw a red door with a golden doorknob that stuck out from the rest of the doors. You looked at it as if it was your ticket out of here. Praying silently you reached for the door and it squeaked open, revealing a fancy suite that was clean and well kept. “Oh, thank God,” you said to yourself, relief washing over you. You slowly closed the door and looked at your escape options.

There were two small windows on each side of the room. You hurriedly flew over to each window, trying the latches. They were locked tight, no way to pull them open. You sighed quietly, your face dropping at the sight. They really lock proofed this place. You wondered how many victims they had captured before your arrival. The thought made you squirm as you pushed the thoughts from your mind.

There was a small bathroom in the left corner of the room. You opened the white stained door, but there were no windows. Only a tub, toilet and sink sat in the room. This wouldn’t do. In the other corner of the room stood a closet. You pushed open the lavish cream door, but it was full of old boxes that were piled high. There was no room for you.

You only saw one last option and that was the bed. Right in the middle of the room sat a king size bed with a deep red blanket on top. Two fluffy pillows with beaded pillow cases sat at the top of the bed. It was big enough for you to fit under. This would have to work. You had no other choice.

“Time’s up! Ready or not here I come,” David yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

Shit. You had to hurry. You tiptoed to the bed and got down on all fours, lifting up the sheet that draped across the floor. You lowered yourself flat against the floor and slid under the bed. It was a tight fit, but you made it work. You worked your way to the middle of the bed, making sure you couldn’t be seen. You heard voices out in the hall and listened for any hints that they’d come into the room.

“Search the entire floor. You saw her go upstairs. She’s around here somewhere so find her,” David demanded to his crew of men. You heard voices and footsteps go up and down the hall. David’s voice disappeared as he walked down the hall, probably to the other side of the building.

You focused on deep breathing and trying to slow your racing heart. If you were quiet enough maybe they wouldn’t find you. Maybe you had a chance after all of slipping out of here without any of the men suspecting you. Maybe you’d live to see another day.

Thoughts of Joel came to your mind. You wondered if Jasper and Tony had found him yet, praying he was able to take the two of them out. You hoped he got away, finding someplace safe to go. Away from this monstrous place. You also wished he’d come find you. God, you really missed him. But then you thought of that last fight. The way Joel had lashed out of you. The way he had let you leave…

Of course he wasn’t coming to rescue you. He let you walk out those doors, and he told you not to come back. Those words stung through you like a hoard of wasps attacking you through the heart. A silent tear slid down your cheek, but you quickly wiped it away. He was gone and he wasn’t coming back. You’d never see him again.

Suddenly it was hard to breathe. Your chest tightened up, and it felt as if you were choking underwater. Your heartbeat raced in your chest, and your head throbbed. Your hands started to shake, and the rest of your body followed seconds after. No, no, no. Not now. You were having a panic attack at the worst time. You wanted to crawl out of your skin at the feeling of it all overwhelming you. Suddenly the bed felt like it was caving in and crashing down on you. You had to get out. You had to leave.

Before you could do anything, you heard a creaking noise outside the door. Your body went cold as the doorknob twisted and was pulled open. You covered your mouth with your hand and closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself down and keep quiet.

“We missed this room, boss,” said one of the men.

“Then go fucking look in it,” David said annoyed as he walked in after the man. You could see their feet pacing around the room, looking in every spot of the room they could. They looked in the bathroom, the closet, and checked both of the windows.

“Nothing. I don’t know where she could’ve gone. All the windows are locked up. Unless she found a way out.”

“There is no way out up here, idiot. She’s somewhere and you’re going to continue helping me look for her!” he screamed at the man, anger filling his voice.

“Yes, boss,” the man said with a scared tone. “Maybe we missed her in another room.” The man walked out of the room and went down the hall.

David slowly walked towards the door, his steps squeaking on the wooden floor with every step he took. Before he stepped out, he stopped dead in his tracks. You held your breath as he ever so slowly turned and faced towards the bed. You held your breath, afraid to make a sound. You covered your mouth and held still, afraid he’d pounce on you at any second.

His footsteps made the floorboards groan underneath him with every slow step he took towards the left side of the room. He was inches away from the bed. You felt like you were being stalked by the boogeyman, counting down the seconds till he found you and covered you with darkness. Your eyes were wide with fright at the thought.

Two more shrieking steps and silence fell over the room. You’d never been more terrified in your life. You felt as if death was about to come out of hiding and take you away to hell. That’s only what could be waiting for you in this house. It was quiet. Too quiet. You almost could’ve sworn no one else was in the room until what happened next.

“Come out, come out wherever you are.” You looked over to your left and David was on his knees, lifting the sheet over his head and looking darkly into your eyes. “Didn’t think I’d find you, huh? Well, sorry to disappoint.”

The next thing you knew he was grabbing your legs and yanking you out from under the bed. You screamed as loud as you could and tried to fight him off. “Get off me!” you shouted as you kicked your legs, trying to hit him in the face. He grabbed your foot as soon as you kicked and flipped you on your back. He held your arms down so hard that you couldn’t break free. You narrowed your eyes and spit up into his face, landing some in his eye, but that just made him more angry.

As soon as he reached up to wipe the spit away, you took your right hand and clawed at his face, almost getting his eye. Instead you just scratched his nose and the side of his cheek. Red marks appeared over his face, making him look like he just got attacked by a cat. His face turned red, and he glared into your eyes.

Before he could react, you pushed off him and got up, making a run for the door. You got a few feet, but then you felt your leg being tripped and dragged back. Your nails hit the wooden floor, scratching the floorboard as you were being pulled back, trying to hold on for dear life. David turned you around and slammed you back on the floor, his hand wrapping around your throat.

“Don’t you dare try to fight me off. You’re not going anywhere you little bitch! You’re mine now!” he yelled as he put all his force into choking you. You gasped and tried to breathe, but no air was coming into your lungs. You could feel your throat constricting, cutting off the blood flow. Your face was turning red as you choked for air. Your foot lifted slightly as if that would help you get air back into your lungs. The room started to spin as your vision got hazy. All you focused on was trying to breathe.

He finally released you from his chokehold, allowing you to turn and wheeze for air. You coughed so hard it felt like you were having an asthma attack. Your throat burned like fire as the oxygen started flowing back in. You leaned against the floor to catch your breath and focused on getting your normal breaths back. You were panting and out of breath, a prisoner that was starved of water. You took a few seconds to sink into the floor, grounding yourself against the cold wood. You were so worn out that you felt as if you could sleep for days. Suddenly rough hands were pulling you by the hair and tugging you through the door.

“Ouch that hurts, let go of my hair!” you yelled as pain simmered through your scalp. He finally let go as soon as you were through the door and slammed the bedroom door closed, throwing you to the floor. Two men came up behind you, but you didn’t have the strength to lift your head to see who stood before you.

“Take her to the game room. I have another game up my sleeve,” he said coldly as laughter came out of his mouth like a crazy man. The men each took an arm and dragged you towards the other side of the lodge. Your legs ached as they were dragged down the hall, your arms feeling like they were about to be pulled out of their sockets. You just wanted to be done with today. No more games. You were so tired. You just wanted to go to sleep and be away from these men.

You finally ended up on the opposite side of the lodge. You were dragged into a huge theatre-like room that had black walls with wildlife pictures hung across the walls. There was a big projector screen in the center of the wall and a massive leather couch sitting in front of it. Next there was a large pool table in the middle of the room. Four cue sticks sat in a stand beside it, and the billiard balls were in perfect formation in the rack. A small table light hung above it and dimly lit the room up. A large picturesque window sat in the corner of the room, looking out at the sparkling lake.

The men threw you down on the floor, dropping you on your hands and knees beside the pool table. David followed into the room a few seconds after. He closed the door and sealed the lock tight as you heard it click into place. You stayed like you were for a minute as you tried to stretch your aching muscles. You were so sore from being dragged across the floor, your head still throbbing from almost getting your hair ripped out of your scalp.

One of the men pulled a wooden chair into the middle of the room, and David nodded his head at the man with a leather jacket and shaved head. The man picked you up from the ground and dragged you to the chair, sitting you down in it hard. You automatically got back up and tried to make a run for the locked door. David quickly intercepted and stepped in your way.

“Sit down,” he snarled. You took a few steps back carefully and sat down. You trained your eyes on the door, trying to drown out his words as he spoke.

“Now, I’ve got a few more things up my sleeve, and you’re the main event. You’re going to be my entertainment for the night. Don’t you feel lucky?” he laughed as he walked closer to you, pacing back and forth in front.

You wanted to get up from this chair and bash his skull in with it. You couldn’t do it though. Not with the other men in here. All three of them had a gun in their pocket just waiting for the right time to fire it off. So that option wouldn’t work. You just glared at him, not answering.

“Feel free to speak up. I haven’t even been acquainted with your name yet, sunshine. So, you gonna tell me your name?” he asked as he bent down, looking into your eyes.

“Go to hell!” you yelled, a snarl forming across your face.

He backed up and looked you up and down. His gaze condescending. “Fine, if that’s the way you want to be then so be it. So here comes the fun part.” He waved the revolver around his face, a devilish grin appearing. “We’re gonna play a little game called Russian roulette. You’ve heard of that right?”

Your blood ran cold, fear pumping through your chest. You shook your head and slowly stood up, taking a step to the side of you. You didn’t get any further until David was in your face with the gun, holding it between your eyes.

“I said sit the fuck down or I’m going to put a bullet between those pretty eyes of yours!” he screamed, his face turning red as you backed up to the chair again and plopped down defeatedly. “Try another move and you’re dead, which would be such a waste.” He clicked his tongue and was shaming you.

Your hands were sweating as you put them against the edge of the smooth chair. You grabbed the sides and tried to get a hold of yourself. You felt like you were slowly going insane inside this torture house. Your breathing hitched as he unloaded the gun onto the pool table and took a single bullet in his hand, sticking it into the cylinder. He spun the cylinder without looking and closed it up, loading the gun with a click. Your heart was in your stomach from all the unknowns of the next few minutes. You could be dead for all you knew. You didn’t want to die yet. You wanted to just get the hell out of this place and get away from David and his crazed men.

“Cameron, stand over there.” David pointed to a tall, muscular man that had red spiky hair and freckles that covered his face. He moved to the spot that David pointed to by the leather couch. You just sat in the same place trying not to lose your nerve.

“Now, let’s get ready to rumble. I have one bullet loaded in here,” he said as he held up the gun above his head. “I don’t know which slot it’s in or where it’ll land, but it’s going to hit one of you. Cameron, I’ll just be aiming for your arm. But you,” he turned to you and pointed towards your head. “You are fair game. I’ll hit anyplace I want to aim for,” he said with a laugh that came out strong and clown like.

“Just let me go. You don’t have to do this,” you begged as he took the safety off the gun.

“Oh but love, I do. I really do.”

“Why me?” you asked with a choke in your voice, just barely whispering through your teeth.

“Because I can. You showed up by our territory. We take what we want, and you were obviously alone at the time. And I’m so glad because now I can play with you all I want. And honey, we’re gonna go all night long.” A low laugh turned into a high pitched noise as he got louder. You swear he might’ve been worse than the Joker himself. “Now, time to begin!”

He paced back and forth between you and Cameron. His gun in his right hand and pointing back and forth between the two of you as he sang out, “Eeny, meeny, miny, moe. Who will I pick first?” He walked back and forth a few times until he stopped in front of you. “You,” he said as he placed the gun right up against your skull.

Fear hit you like a tsunami, panic striking every part of your body. The end of the gun was cold against your skin as the trigger slowly sounded as he brushed his fingertip against the lever. You closed your eyes and held your breath. He pulled all the way back and you heard a click, but no bullet came. You let out the biggest breath and slumped your shoulders as the wave of panic passed through you. You could feel beads of sweat forming on the tip of your forehead.

You watched him walk towards Cameron, his gun pointed towards his right arm. He pulled the trigger but nothing came. Dread filled you as it was your turn again. How many rounds were usually in a revolver, about five or six? Almost down to a 50% chance now. Your luck was starting to run out.

He walked closer to you, taking each step as gracefully as he could. His heavy footsteps sounded against the floorboards. Fear was seeping into you as he got closer and closer.

As he lifted the gun, you did something stupid and shouted at him. “I don’t want to play your stupid games anymore!” He stopped walking, the floorboards following as they stopped creaking.

“What did you say?” he asked stilly.

“You heard me, I’m done!”

“Well, I’m not.” He raced up to you, lifting the gun and aiming at your heart. You looked away, closing your eyes. You couldn’t watch. You were too afraid to see if the bullet would fire. Your entire body started to shake as panic formed in your core. Your nails dug into the wood, and you dragged them across the seat, trying to draw out the fear. You heard the click, but nothing came. Relief flooded through you as you opened your eyes again slowly.

“Count your blessings. You might not be so lucky next time, princess.” He snarled and turned back towards Cameron. As the gun lifted up and the gun clicked, a bullet went flying through the air, landing right into Cameron’s bicep. He screamed in pain as dark red blood soaked through his jacket.

“Nothing we can’t fix. Go on down and have one of the guys patch you up in the med room. You’ll be alright. Toughen up, be a man. It’s just one shot,” he said with determination in his voice as Cameron walked out, grunting with every step he took. You watched him disappear around the corner as the door closed again.

David turned and looked at you, his eyes narrowing. “Aren’t you the lucky one today,” he said with sarcasm soaking his words. You gulped and prayed there wouldn’t be another round.

He walked up and leaned down so he could look you squarely in the eyes. “So, now you gonna tell me your name?”

You inhaled sharply and then spit in his face, showing him your clear answer. He stood up and wiped his face with his worn shirt. He cursed under his breath and then came back around full force to you. He yanked you out of the chair and threw you up against the pool table. Your back hit the edge with a hard thump, pain searing through your lower region. He pushed you back and you fell flat onto the pool table. The billiard balls went everywhere as you knocked the rack out of place, sending it over the edge.

David leaned his weight into you, hovering right over your chest and looking into your eyes. He put a hand around your neck and squeezed, his eyes full of rage. Your eyes went wide as you registered the pain flowing through you. You coughed and tried to catch your breath, but you didn’t have enough time. He grabbed your arm and dug his nail beds into the sensitive area of your wrist. You screamed in pain as he dug in further, not lifting his weight off you.

You felt as if you were stuck in a never ending torture chamber, and you got stuck with the devil himself. Pain radiated through your nerves as you fought to register your words again. You broke, not able to take anymore. “Aly, my name is Aly!” you choked out as he finally loosened his grip from your neck and wrist. He lifted off you, leaving your body feeling like it was just under a heavy mudslide.

“Now that wasn’t so hard was it?” he spat out as he left you there feeling helpless on the table. You looked up into the dim light and focused on counting to ten, needing to catch your breath and focus on not falling apart. You turned your hands toward the table and let your fingers slide over the thick felt material. Needing something to ground yourself from the intense anxiety and panic that was strangling your body. You just wanted to get away, but you couldn’t. You were trapped, forced against your will to partake in these insane activities. They called it games. You called it torture.

“Take her to the interrogation room,” David growled under his breath.

Your heart stopped as two men grabbed you up from the pool table and put a blindfold over your eyes, throwing you over a shoulder and holding you tight so you couldn’t escape. You tried kicking with your legs, but they quieted you down fast.

“Stop kicking, you’re not gonna get away so stop fighting,” the scary man said as he dug into your leg. Your legs went still as numbness took over.

You could feel yourself being carried down the marble stairs and through a big, open room. He just kept walking. You didn’t know where you were going, but you were terrified for your life.

The pounding of their footsteps sounded on the floorboards as they went down the hall. You could hear the wind picking up outside as a chill ran through you, but it wasn’t because of the weather. It was the cold chill of not knowing if you were going to make it through the night. You heard the turn of a doorknob and the slam of a door against the wall as you descended down some stairs. The rickety steps sounded with every step they took down.

“Where are you taking me?” you asked warily.

“Doesn’t matter,” the man grumbled as he slung you off his shoulder and pushed you up against something that felt like a post. The other man grabbed your hands and placed them behind you. He tied some rope around your hands forcefully, making it where you couldn’t escape. The rope was so tight and rough that it was cutting into your wrists, feeling like jagged thorns. You pulled harder trying to free your hands, but it only made it worse.

“Tug all you want, but you’re not getting out of those knots. You’ll only make it worse on yourself,” one of the men laughed.

“Untie me!” you raised your voice in discomfort.

“Sorry, honey. Boss has strict orders and we can’t break them. Now enjoy your stay. For however long that will be.” Both men busted out laughing and headed up the stairs, slamming the door as they made their exit.

You were left all alone now, tied up and blindfolded. You tried to wriggle free of the binds around you, but the knot was so complicated and tight that you couldn’t loosen it at all. You rested your head on the post you were tied to and sighed in misery. There was no escape.

Your mind raced with countless ways David was going to torture you and that’s when you lost it. Panic took over as pictures of Joel hung from the ceiling, his flesh being taken by David. You started hyperventilating and felt like the room was closing in on you. You tried to cry out, but no sound came out of your mouth. You were stuck in your own personal hell. One where David won and both you and Joel died slow, painful deaths.

Before you got lost in more scenarios, the door upstairs opened and then slammed shut again. You heard big, heavy footsteps banging down the stairwell. Your heart stopped in your chest. You knew who was coming. It was like the boogeyman stepped into a pitch black room at midnight and was coming to steal you in the night, depriving you of joy and filling you with fright.

Slow footsteps sounded towards you and you fell silent. The footsteps faded as he stopped in front of you, then circled you like a hawk. His hand slowly ran up your arm as chills slithered through you. You gripped your hands around the rope that laid around your wrists and squeezed as tight as you could, letting the rough material jab into your skin. Having something to grip was the only thing keeping your anxiety at bay. You thought you’d snap like a twig from the sheer terror that was consuming you.

“Now what are we going to do with you?” David asked with mischief filling his voice. You swallowed in response, your throat dry as a desert. “I said what are we going to do with you?” he yelled in your face as he ripped the blindfold off your eyes. Your eyes blinked and squinted against the harsh light.

The walls were saturated with black wallpaper. A long metal table laid next to the old, wooden staircase. Weapons of all kinds were hung up on the wall behind the table. Various knives were strung up along with a shotgun, revolver and rifle. What laid next to those made you sick to your stomach. A bat with spiky wire was hanging from the wall with dried blood caked around the wire. The next thing you saw were leather belts with nails attached to the entire length. A saw and handcuffs laid under that. Blood splattered the dark wall, and you noticed the metal table was speckled with dark red blood. There were other weapons lined up along the wall, but your brain couldn’t process anymore. You were petrified.

“Holy shit…” you whispered, your voice almost inaudible as the fear was consuming you. Your body started shaking violently as panic and terror hit you at the same time.

“Now now, there’s no need to be scared. Yet,” he said with a smirk on his face as he walked over to the wall of weapons, pacing up and down and running his fingers over every torture device.

This is what this place was. A literal torture chamber. This is probably where he took his victims to butcher them. You pulled against the ropes, desperate to get away. You knew it was no use, but your body was telling you to move. To do everything in your power to get out of here. “Just let me go, I won’t tell anyone about this place or you. I promise,” you pleaded as you tugged against the ropes. You felt them ripping into your skin as the ropes tightened around you. You winced in pain, but the adrenaline was keeping you from feeling much of anything.

“You dirty little liar,” David laughed as he grabbed a jagged, sharp knife from the wall, clinking it against the table as he made his way over to you. As he walked in front of you, he leaned in and put the blade up against the corner of your mouth, pressing ever so slightly so you could feel just how sharp the knife actually was. You didn’t move a muscle, afraid if you did that he’d cut right through the skin.

“Where’d that pretty smile of yours go? I could give you a permanent one right now. All I’d have to do is stick this blade in your mouth.” A deranged laugh came from his throat as you closed your eyes and sunk back into the post as far as you could go, turning your head away from the knife. What was this guy trying to prove? That he was as mentally insane as the Joker? You started to count in your head, pretending this would all end soon.

Suddenly he pushed back from you and took the knife with him. You let out a breath and thanked whoever was watching over you that he didn’t slice your face apart. “So, Aly was it? You’re going to tell me about this man that was out there in the woods with you. He your boyfriend or something?” he asked as he made circles around you, dragging the knife along with him.

Silence. You wouldn’t tell him about Joel. Even if he wasn’t coming to save you. You couldn’t. You wouldn’t tell David a damn thing. He’d have to kill you first.

“Are you deaf? I said who’s the man that was out there with you!” He slammed his hands against the metal table and the sound echoed through the room. You jumped from being startled and shook your head no in silence. Again, you didn’t say anything. Too afraid to do anything.

He slowly turned, his eyes going livid as his face went dark and twisted. He was on you in a minute. His weight crushed against your chest as he grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled hard, pulling your eyes up to his cold, icy eyes. “Now let’s try this again. Who. Is. He,” he growled, his hot breath hitting your face.

You wanted to crawl into a hole and never return. Fear pumped into your veins with every breath you took, with every touch David laid on you. With every ounce of courage you had left in your body, you voiced exactly what you thought of his question. “Go to hell.” Rage filling your eyes as you stared into his violent face.

His eyes grew darker, more savage with your response. A rough hand smacked the side of your face so hard that you saw stars in your vision. You could feel blood at the corner of your mouth as you gasped for breath.

Before you could respond, David leaned in and lapped the blood from the corner of your mouth. “Delicious,” he said with desire as he loomed against your body. He took his thumb and brushed off the rest of the blood across your mouth, sticking his finger in his mouth and cleaning away the rest. His tongue running over his finger slowly. You stared in horror, frozen in place.

You writhed against your binds as tears pooled at the corner of your eyes. Everything running through your body was an invasive and corroding feeling. Being completely violated and helpless was one of the worst feelings in the world, but there was nothing you could do about it now.

“Get off me!” you screamed in his face as he leaned in closer to you, his face right up against the side of yours as he put his lips against your ear. He grabbed your throat while he grinded his words against his crooked teeth.

“Now you’re going to listen, and you’re going to listen to me good. I’m not playing around. You’re going to give me the information I want or I’m going to pry it out of you. You hear me!” he yelled into your ear, his face red from rage. All you could do was try to turn your face away from his and sink against the post. “Now who was the man with you!” His grip was still on your neck like icy claws trying to freeze you out.

You shook your head, silently telling him no. You wouldn’t give him Joel’s name or any information that David could use against him. Betraying Joel would be like betraying yourself. David would have to kill you first.

His eyes were bleeding into you as red veins showed against the whites of his eyes. He released his grip on your throat and threw your head into the post, pain searing against the back of your skull. You watched as he stomped back to the metal table and picked up the jagged knife, the silver reflection of the table showing across the mirror-like encasing of the knife. Your heart rate skyrocketed as he stalked back towards you with the blade.

“I’m gonna let you in on a little secret that one of my men told me upstairs. Your bastard friend of yours ran into Jasper and Tony out in the woods. The word is he put up a good fight, but he was no match for my men. Said they had to cut into him, spilling his guts across the snow. So he’s not coming to save you. He’s dead.”

Dread ran through you at the mention of the word dead. It was like stepping into an ice bath and getting trapped under water, your breath being knocked out of you. You slowly shook your head in disbelief. “No, no. He can’t be…” you whispered to yourself more than to David.

“Well, believe it. He’s gone.”

“Joel…” A ghost of a whisper crawled out of your lips, leaving the air cold and dry.

“So that’s his name,” David smirked as he sauntered up to you with the yellow of his teeth flashing. “That’s all you had to say, princess. You just had to make this hard didn’t you?”

A sharp pain hit you as David slammed the sharp knife deep into your left arm. A piercing, high pitched scream left your mouth and echoed across the large room as he dragged the jagged knife down your arm, leaving a gaping open wound. Terror consumed your cries as he pulled the knife free and left you with a stinging, throbbing pain in place.

“Now, I’m going to come back in an hour or two and finish you off. If you haven’t bled out by then, I’m going to chain you up on that table and we’re going to have some fun,” he said as he pointed to the metal table and then back at you. “Maybe if you’re lucky I can drag your dead lover in here and show you just how fucked up my men made him.” He gave you one last slap across the jaw as a lasting sting ran across your face.

You would’ve told him to go fuck himself, but you had no breath left to give. Your throat stung as your screams seconds ago completely winded you. You slid down the post slowly as you came to a sitting position on the ground. Your wrists burning as the ropes dug further into the skin.

You heard the distant creak of the stairs and the slam of a door, but it seemed so far away. Your vision was going in and out in waves. You looked down at your arm as blood consumed it. Deep crimson blood ran down your arm and was making a pool on the floor, seeping into your black jeans. The pain penetrated deep and spread as the burning took over. Tears streamed down your face and landed on the floor, mixing in with the puddle of blood next to you.

The lights above you started growing dimmer. You tried your hardest to hold onto the light, but your fight was quickly fading. Joel. If Joel was really gone, you had nothing left to hold on to. All hope burned away as you sat there thinking of seeing his bloody body laying cold and still in the thick mounds of snow. You closed your eyes as the tears started to rain down again.

You didn’t want to just wait here to be touched by David again. You’d rather die right here alone on the cold floor than go through the hell he put you through again. You looked up through blurry vision and glanced at the metal table. Horrid visions flew through your mind just thinking of what he would do to you when he came back.

You looked away in disgust as you looked back down at the blood trailing down your arm. How deep did he cut into you? It had to be deep by how much you were bleeding. You groaned as the blood made you queasy. You leaned your head back against the post, and it instantly made your ears ring as the slightest pressure against your head ached.

Your whole body was so cold. The only thing that seemed to be warm was the crimson that covered your arm. You started shivering, and it felt like a blast of snow filled air came in from the outside. Your eyes were so heavy, becoming hard to keep open. You fluttered your eyelashes trying to keep the light from fading. It was no use though. You had nothing to hold on to.

You could feel the blood rushing through your ears as your heartbeat started to slow. It felt harder to breathe, the air becoming thicker. Keeping your head up felt like you were holding a large weight, and it was about to crush you. Your hands were numb at this point, and you couldn’t feel them behind you. Your feet felt like pins and needles and your whole body felt like white noise. You couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer. They were weighing you down like an anchor being dragged to the sea floor. You let yourself relax as you caved into the weight that was pulling you under.

“Goodbye, Joel…” you whispered as the darkness finally dragged you under, leading you into a sea of blackness.

Chapter 16

Series Masterlist

[indzae-mayumi]

Logic And Stars, But Whatever...

(Fanfic featuring my faves in Bastard Munchen. "Blue Lock" is by Kaneshiro Muneyuki, and illustrated by Nomura Yusuke)

(This fic happens after Kaiser lets Chigiri go.)

****

Noel Noa heaved a sigh as he massaged his head. He had too many things to deal with, and now, some of the Germans were asking him for a planetarium as well.

"Well, what's the logic of having a planetarium inside the monitoring room?" he asked them in exasperation.

"Oh, the stars are the witness to the human affairs, but being in a blue dungeon keeps us away from them," Grim told him in his usual theatrical fashion.

"Keep it direct, Benedict," Noa reminded him. "We are not in some stage play."

Ali explained for the Germans, "We had been in Blue Lock for a long time, and we long to see even artificial stars."

Noa liked the explanation because it's straight and simple. "Okay, I'll ask Ego for a planetarium."

****

Anri was checking the requests when she began to scratch her head.

"Ego-san, what's up with the guys asking for planetariums? First, it was Loki-san. Then Chris-san. Then, Noel-san."

"Let them be, Anri-chan," Ego said as he happily slurped on his soba drenched with mayonnaise. "After all, if you haven't seen stars because you are confined, would you not want to see at least artificial ones?"

Anri scratched her head again. Also, Alexis Ness also asked for a strange one for himself.

"Approve everything, Anri-chan," Ego said.

Anri sighed. As if it was not enough that Chigiri wanted to prance around the German sector in a French maid costume or a blue dress, or that Bachira cosplayed as a K-pop idol, or that Kurona asked for a shark plush toy.

****

Inside Isagi's shared room, Isagi was on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He was already wearing his outfit for practice and was waiting for Yukimiya to finish preparing so the four of them could head out together. He could still not get over watching Bachira singing and dancing in front of him in which he understood to be a cosplay of a K-pop idol. He was not a fan of Shoujo Jidai (SNSD), but he vaguely remembered that the group was famous in Japan. After all, he was into soccer ang gaming (and sometimes, anime), and he had only passing knowledge about celebrities outside of soccer. Still, he could not forget how warm his face felt upon seeing a new side of Bachira.

He was still thinking of the sexy bumblebee even as Hiori announced a new message from Noa.

"Ora, ora! Noa was askin' fer a planetarium, and Ego-san approved of it!"

"That's nice," Yukimiya said while changing shirt for the practice. "Though I doubt we Japanese could use it first. Maybe the Germans will have it to themselves."

"Why don't we plan a night where we four could go there?" Kurona asked as he was squishing the tail of his shark plushie. "That would be nice, nice."

"I guess more people is better than one," Yukimiya answered. "If they see the Japanese crowding, they'd leave us alone. What do you think, Isagi?"

"Huh?" Isagi asked. His thoughts were cut short.

"I betcha, Bachira's still on yer mind," Hiori replied with a smirk. "Ah have a secret video of ya kowtowing in front of Bachira as he danced."

Isagi got up, blood drained from his face. "Nani???"

"Shall I post it on SNS then?" Hiori jokingly threatened.

"Baka! Yamero!" Isagi shouted as he got out of his bed to grab the phone from his friend.

But Hiori only kept on laughing.

"Delete it now, you sadist!"

"I'm gonna post it," Hiori said in a sing-song voice.

"Dame!!" Isagi screamed.

"We saw that vid," Yukki said. "It was funny. But do you remember that we are told that we cannot post just anything on SNS without the approval of our master striker?"

Isagi stopped. How could he have forgotten about it?

"Other teams probably allowed it, but not Noa. Our image is his image, and he's very careful with that," Yukimiya said. "Do you remember how Chigiri in his cute blue dress was posted on the official Blue Lock SNS? We did not see Reo or Nagi posting about it."

"But that's because Nagi is lazy," Kurona replied. "As for Reo, he once said to me that he is careful with posting on SNS because of his status. So, he did not post, post."

"And as far as Manshine is concerned, only Chris Prince-san has the boldness ta post things 'bout'imself on his personal SNS," Hiori shared. "He probably has the same rules as Noa-san, though the exception applies only ta him."

"Damn right," Yukki replied.

Hiori reassured Isagi, "I won't be postin' it. Noa-san will wring mah brain dry if I do."

"Ahhh, thank goodness," Isagi sighed happily.

"But it will remain in mah phone. For eternity."

"Why you, sadist?!"

"Can we continue talking about the planetarium now, now?" Kurona asked.

****

Right after dinner, almost all of the Germans (except for Kaiser and Ness) went to the planetarium. They spent the whole night there, gazing dreamily at the stars.

They did that the next night, and then the next.

On the fourth night, however, as they were about to enter the monitor room, Noa approached them, saying he needed to watch some footages.

"Uh, damn!" one of them cursed under his breath.

With his usual poker face, Noa entered the room and shut the door. Indeed, the busy Noel Noa viewed the footages from previews matches so he could take note of who among the opponents needed to be taken advantaged of. But after an hour or so, he turned off the monitor.

To his great surprise, the "stars" shone brightly in the dark room, making Noa at ease. As busy as he was, he needed a break. The "Loki trend" was useful for him. He, too, missed the stars. He pondered on his sad childhood as he looked at the stars in the planetarium.

The next day, Noa sent a blast message to everyone, telling them to schedule their visit to the planetarium to make it fair for everyone. For tonight, Raichi, Gagamaru, Igaguri, Neru, and Kiyora went to the planetarium together. As Raichi booked for two nights, Igaguri was delighted that Raichi used his "threatening shark" mode to get the place for themselves. For the next two nights, Kunigami booked the planetarium, but he spent those two nights with Chigiri.

And finally, Yukimiya was able to secure two nights for him and his roommates.

"Whoa! Nice, nice!" Kurona gasped in happiness as he looked at the stars while hugging his shark plushie tightly.

"Missed the stars in mah hometown," Hiori sighed happily.

"Mine too," Isagi said. "It makes me miss the times I'd go home after a match and eat my okaa-san's cooking, then watch the stars outside the kitchen window as I wash the dishes."

Yukimiya looked at the stars wistfully. He silently let tears fall down from his eyes, but it was the observant Hiori who realized he heard someone sniffling inside the monitor room.

"Sumone's cryin'?"

"Sorry, it's me," Yukki confessed as he wiped the tears from his cheeks.

"Why?" Kurona asked as he scooted closer to the bespectacled guy.

"I'm just... happy to see the stars again. I'm happy to see you guys," Yukki said, but he did not tell them what he actually meant by it.

"Oh, Yukki," was Hiori could say.

Kurona lent his plushie to Yukimiya, who took the plush toy and hugged it tightly. He had his own pride, and he did not want his teammates to know about his eye condition. He did not want them to pity him or make his condition a big deal. Yet, a major part of him was dying to trade anything he had for a good eyesight that will allow him to play soccer longer.

Isagi, Kurona, and Hiori did not press on asking Yukimiya why he was crying. They soberly looked at the stars as they painfully listened to Yukimiya sobbing quietly as he buried his face on Kurona's shark plush toy. Yet, each of the guys knew that they discreetly noticed Yukimiya's signs of visual impairment, such as grasping for things which were just in front of him. They decided not to ask, figuring out Yukimiya will talk only when he felt like it.

The next night, the four roommates went to the planetarium again. But instead of a sad affair, the four guys talked about happy things under the stars.

****

"What's up with these people taking up two days in the planetarium?" Kaiser asked himself angrily as he punched in his request. "I'll have three days, damn it!"

He attended the group practice, but all the while wishing that it's his request that will be granted by Noa this time. He glared at his teammates as Sachs said that he had requested two nights for the Germans to stay under the "stars."

"Ha! I'd like mine to be approved, you bastards," Kaiser fumed to himself. "Selfish jerks. Ness and I haven't been to the planetarium, not even once!"

After practice, Kaiser showered at a leisurely pace. But after his shower, he hurriedly checked his phone and grinned when he saw that his 3-day request had been granted.

"Serves them right," he sneered.

He sent a text message to Ness and told him to keep his schedule tonight free because he needed to do something with him. Not even a minute had passed, but the obsessive midfielder immediately replied that he'd do anything with and for Kaiser. The German blue rose smirked, but he also cringed at the numerous hearts Ness put in his message.

So at lunch, he hid his grin when he heard from Sachs that his request had been denied.

"I wonder whose request has been granted. I'm gonna curse their entire generation," Sachs said glumly.

"No need to do that, my dear friend," Grim said. "For it is all of us Bastards who benefit from such beauty, though the stars are not the real thing."

"Yeah right," Sachs replied in sarcasm.

****

Ness gave Kaiser a curious look as he stood with the ace outside the monitor room.

"Was it your request that has been granted earlier?" he asked Kaiser.

"Yeah. We can finally have the monitor room for ourselves."

"I've figured," Ness said. "Sachs was complaining, but you silently had that grin on your face the whole time at lunch."

"You're really cringy, you know? Looking at me and all," Kaiser said, but without the usual malice he held once in a while for Ness.

"Huh?"

Kaiser raised a hand and disarranged Ness' hair playfully, making the midfielder complain. Then, he pinched Ness' cheeks so hard that Ness had to complain that he's not even chubby for Kaiser to do that.

"It feels like you're fat-shaming me, you know? I'm so hurt," Ness complained.

"Who says you're fat? As someone who plays football and work out everyday, you've got muscles, you know? You're not fat, Alexis," Kaiser said. "You're kinda cute."

He gave a lopsided grin when he saw Ness being tongue-tied, looking at him wide-eyed, and blushing in front of him.

"Come on," he said.

He opened the door, then grabbed Ness' hand and led him inside. Ness was startled because it was the first time Kaiser held his hand that way. He had no idea what had gotten into Kaiser, but deep inside, he had longed for this. Ever since Chigiri rejected Kaiser, Ness realized that Kaiser had his attention on him. As he had figured out that Kaiser's agenda with him that night was a time at the planetarium, he brought and kept his gift in his pocket, the one he asked for from Anri.

****

"Isn't it nice or what?" Kaiser asked Ness. He was glad he finally had the chance to the planetarium after everyone else enjoyed.

"Yeah," Ness said in a half-whisper. "I am glad I get to see the stars together with you."

Kaiser smirked. For Loki who started this trend, Kaiser had to thank him.

"Michael?" Ness called out as he scooted closer to his crush the ace of Bastard Munchen. He was putting his hand inside his pocket to bring out his gift.

"What is it? I'm busy watching the stars," Kaiser told him.

"I... okay...," was all Ness could say.

Ness clandestinely took out the package from his pocket, and opened the box that he had. It was a pair of couple rings. He had been looking at those kind of rings on a German website (because he could not read Japanese), and he had informed Anri that he had bought and paid rings from Germany. It was up to Anri how she could get those rings for him to Blue Lock.

Ness knew Kaiser's ring size because he was once instructed to get some rings back when they were in Germany, and the ever obedient and too-eager-to-please Ness took note of Kaiser's details so he could get the perfect ring. That experience came in handy, and he wanted to give Kaiser a ring under the stars even though it was just in a planetarium. He took hold of one ring gingerly and slipped it in his left hand. He had wanted to sit by Kaiser's left side so he could slip the ring on his beloved's left ring finger, but he blushed at the thought that if Kaiser wore the ring on his right hand, Ness could hold his with his left hand with the ring.

Kaiser was astounded to see that even the stars in the planetarium looked like the real thing, and for the life of him, he wondered how Ego was able to fashion a common monitor room into something that could allow them to artificially stargaze like this. But he was soon startled to feel Ness shyly touching his skin, before the midfielder boldly held his hand.

"Are you trying to be romantic in the dark, Alexis?" Kaiser asked in an amused tone.

"Will you allow me?" Ness said, carefully holding the other ring in his right hand.

"Try me," Kaiser challenged him playfully.

Ness held Kaiser's right hand, playing with his fingers. Kaiser laughed a bit, wondering what Ness was up to. The ace of BM soon was stunned when he felt something being slipped in his right ring finger. In the dark, he tried to look at Ness, confusion in his eyes.

"What's this, Alexis? Are we going to recite some wedding vows here?" Kaiser asked.

Ness was about to wrap his left hand around Kaiser's right, when Kaiser did the hand-holding for him. And it was when Kaiser felt in his hand that Ness was also wearing a ring.

"Tell me, Alexis," he finally asked soberly. "What's this around our fingers?"

"It's a couple ring," Ness said in a small voice, though he managed to try to make himself sound confident.

Kaiser felt his face getting hot. He had no idea Ness was this crazy to go that far to have them both wear couple rings. He had started to look at Ness the same way he used to for Chigiri, but he thought that Ness' feelings for him were deeper than he thought. His heart pumped like crazy in his chest, and in an impulsive move, he raised his other hand to hold Ness on the nape before pulling him closer for a kiss.

Ness was shocked when he felt Kaiser's soft lips on his, but he closed his eyes to return the kiss. Kaiser was his first love, and he was willing to give his first kiss to the German blue rose.

****

After many days of trying, Isagi finally got his one-day request approved. He sent a message to Bachira, informing him that he can visit the German sector tonight.

Isagi was hiding his butterflies the whole day, but it was obvious to Yukimiya, Hiori, and Kurona that Isagi was looking forward to his date with Bachira at the planetarium. And that evening, as they were about to hit the sack and call it a day, Kurona had Isagi touch the fins of the shark plushie.

"What for?"

"For good luck, luck."

Isagi smiled. In the field, Kurona was so dependable. And out of the field, Kurona was not loud and very cute. So Isagi decided to give in to Kurona's whim and shook the fins of the shark plush toy. Then, he left their room. Hiori began to giggle afterwards.

****

"I'm so jealous, Isagi," Bachira crooned as he sat in awe under the stars in the planetarium. "Lavinho tried to get us skateboards, but Ego denied his request. Maybe we should have a planetarium in our sector too."

"Maybe you can suggest that to him," Isagi said. "After all, your master striker seems like a really cool dude."

"He is!" Bachira replied happily.

Bachira shared about that one Saturday night when everyone gathered and had a b-boying showdown. Otoya won that showdown because even though he was not a dancer, the non-Japanese members were in awe of his ninja moves. But Otoya later revealed to the Blue Lock members in Barcha that those moves were just what he used when jumping off the walls of his high school to cut classes. They were neither dance moves nor ninja moves. Isagi let out a hearty laugh when he learned about it.

And Bachira shared that because Ego turned down the request for the skateboards, during their downtime, Lavinho would teach cool dance moves to his members. But still, many of the members were envious when they learned that the German, English, and the French sectors had their planetariums.

"Bachira, you once told me something," Isagi said.

Bachira cocked his head, wondering what he told Isagi once. He could not remember.

"You told me you are my genie," Isagi said.

Bachira laughed as he clapped his hands once. It was not a joke, really, but he was so into cosplaying as Tiffany and reciting the lyrics of the song. (fanfic author's notes: The Japanese lyrics, not the Korean one).

"But I am still willing to fulfill what you want," Bachira said with a smile. "What is it, Isagi?"

Without hesitation, Isagi replied, "I want to be with you."

Bachira felt his face getting hot, But because he was shameless, he whispered, "Wish granted."

He cupped Isagi's cheeks and pulled him closer, planting a kiss on Isagi's lips.

Isagi felt the butterflies in his stomach as Bachira's lips landed on his. After that "Genie" dance at the portal of the German sector, Isagi could not stop thinking of his best friend. Yeah, sure, Bachira was crazy, and Isagi could not sometimes understand Bachira's words or stream of thoughts. But the happy bee sure made him crazy too. He would not trade Bachira for anyone in the world. Bachira Meguru was the only one he liked, the only one he loved, the only one he would want to be with. Isagi wrapped his arms around his best friend to further close the distance between them and returned the kiss.

--end--

First of the series, Nanase and Rin having a date in the French planetarium.

[deadnightcoffeetime]

The Monster Of Willow Creek (Tales Of Horror Segment 2) (COPY RIGHT) Page 30

“Yeah, we’ll, this isn’t exactly ideal. Like they say, take it, or leave it.”, said Eric. They all lie their back against the wall, sliding down on the ground and stretching their legs while every person’s leg touch each other. Hoping the night goes okay without any disturbance, they all try to sleep.

The monster arrives at its den, dragging Isaac inside. Isaac’s front side of the body is scraped, having scratch marks on his chest and face, due to being dragged on the ground. His shirt is covered with dirt, blood, and tears, long stretched tears. His vision blurry snd dizzy, having his head hit repeatedly by rocks, logs and broken branches. The monster let’s go his leg, as Isaac uses whatever energy he has left to slowly crawl. Couldn’t go on, his body collapses to the ground. Grabbing his leg again, the monster pulls him back and flips him to his back. As soon as Isaac was flipped on his back, he turns his head to the right, seeing Tanya’s Steven’s meatless bodies. The monster stabs Isaac in his stomach with its sharp nails, he screams while spitting out blood. Digging deeper in his stomach, the monster starts to open it up. Tearing out the innards and skin, the monster starts to consume the raw meat. Isaac dies, as the monster continues to eat him.

It’s 3:30 a.m., and Alyana is the only one who’s awake, everyone else is sleeping. Since everyone is sleeping, Alyana takes the opportunity to call her father. She takes out her phone from her pants pocket, and dials. The phone rings. Zahn is sitting at his desk doing paper work, his phone rings. He sees it’s Alyana and answers. “Hey, honey, what’s wrong?”, said Zahn. Alyana quietly, and softly replies, trying not to wake anyone up. “Dad! We need your help! Can you pick me and my friends up?!”. Zahn is now concerned. “What happened?!”, said Zahn. Alyana replies in a hysterical manner. “The wendigo is real! It killed two people, one of my friends and the receptionist of the registration cabin! And took two individuals!”. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down, honey! What happened?!”, said Zahn. “The wendigo is real! It killed two people! Which was one of my friends, and the receptionist of the registration cabin! And took two individuals! I’m scared dad! Please, come get us! I don’t want to die here!”, said Alyana. “Are you sure?!”, said Zahn. “Yes, dad, yes!”, said Alyana. “Okay! You and your friends, just stay where you at, and Ill be there in a couple of hours!”, said Zahn. “Okay! Me and my friends will meet and wait for you at the registration cabin.”, said Alyana. “Do what you gotta do! Just be careful!”, sad Zahn. He hangs up the phone and is really worried about his daughter. Alyana hangs up her phone too. Zahn enters the captain’s room. “Boss, I’m going to Willow Creek.”, said Zahn. The captain replies, as he’s doing paperwork. “Willow Creek? That’s five hours away from here. What’s the problem?”, said the captain. “There’s a problem at Six Rivers National Forrest Inn, with my daughter and her friends.”, said Zahn. “Are you sure it’s not a domestic dispute, or something like that?”, said the captain. “No, sir! Nothing like that.”, said Zahn. “Well, go then.”, said the captain. “Thank you, sir.”, said Zahn. Zahn goes on to leave the station, as the captain continues doing paperwork. Exiting out the police station, Zahn walks to his police car and enters. After entering the car, he pulls out his phone again, and calls Sarah. The phone rings, Sarah picks up. “Hey, what’s wrong?”, said Sarah. Zahn sighs. “Aly called me, and is in trouble.”, said Zahn. “Does it have to do with the wendigo?”, said Zahn. “Yes. But I will get our baby back! I’m not going to let her die.”, said Zahn. “Be careful. And bring our baby back.”, said Sarah. “I will. I’ll see you once I return with Aly.”, said Zahn. He hangs up the phone, and drives off to Willow Creek.

Monday, the third day. It’s 7:00 a.m., as the sun rises, the gang are still sleeping. It’s cold. Eric awakens and Checks the time on his watch. It’s 7:05 a.m. “Guys, wake up!”, said Eric. Everyone starts to wake up, feeling stiff and sore. “We have to start moving now.”, said Eric. Everyone gets up and stretches. “Fuck! It’s cold!”, said Becky. “Guys, before we leave, I called my dad last night, and told him about our situation. And I also told him to meet and pick us up at the registration cabin.”, said Alyana. “He’s coming here?”, said Becky. “Yes!”, said Alyana. “That’s good to hear. Good news to start the day. All we gotta do is try to survive. So, are you guys ready?”, said Eric. They all nod their heads yes. “Scoot back. So I can open the door.”, said Eric. They scoot back, but it’s still not enough space. Eric uses the force of his body to open the door again. The door fully breaks down. “Wow. You fully broke down the door, congrats!”, said Leon. “Shut up!”, said Eric. It’s foggy outside. Eric exits the shed first, checking if the coast is clear. “Is it safe, or what?”, said Becky. Eric replies, as he looks around. “I can’t tell! It’s really foggy.”. “Oh, well, that’s bad.”, said Michelle. “Yeah, but we have to take our chances.”, said Eric. They all exit out the shed. “Before we go to the cabin, let’s go check if the monster left a trail of dragging Isaac. Maybe we can find its home and find Isaac.”, said Eric. The tea. Is hesitant to check. “Look, let’s see if there’s a trail. If there is a trail let’s just follow it. If it leads to a place, we’ll just go wait at the cabin and wait for your dad. He can call for help, and we can search inside the place for Isaac.”, said Eric. They all agreed and goes on to check for a trail. Walking deep in the fog, the gang are having a hard time searching, due to the fog. Luckily, Leon spot some blood on the ground. “Hey! I found something!”, said Leon. Everyone arrives ar the area, sees the blood trail too, but there’s a problem. “Um, guys, which way was it, that we came from?”, said Becky. No one remembers. “Shit! I don’t remember.”, said Eric. “Neither do all of us. This place is disorienting.”, said Leon. “The only thing we can do is, split up into two groups, and follow each side of the blood trail, sees where it takes us.”, said Eric. “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”, said Alyana. “What other choice do we have?”, said Eric. Alyana sighs and stood silent. Becky chooses to go with Eric. “I’ll go with you.”, said Becky. Alyssa and Michelle chooses to go with Leon. “I’ll go with Leon.”, said Alyana. “Same here.”, said Michelle. “Oh, if any of us find anything, let’s try to call each other by phone.”, said Eric. “Before we go, let’s at least check if we have any signals.”, said Alyana. They all luckily have signals. “Does everyone have signals?”, said Eric. The gang replies a yes. “Okay. You guys go that way, and we’ll go this way.”, said Eric. “You guys be careful.”, said Alyana. “You too.”, said Becky. The two groups goes on walking opposite directions of the blood trail.

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the farther down the side dirt path they travel, the fewer gaps are visible through the canopy. the trees form a tunnel around the car, trapping them in on either side. as the road becomes darker, more enclosed by the trees and the vines and the brush, eli feels a familiar anxiety creeping into her chest. every branch swaying in the breeze and falling leaf turns her head, and she eventually turns her attention to a small hole in her shoe to distract herself. she picks at the frayed threads while mara talks, nodding along.

“ sounds good to me. ” eli chirped back, having been satisfied with mara’s answer to her question. might have seen something she didn’t, she thinks. eli felt like she saw enough that night, and if mara was right about this lady, then she didn’t envy her.

she shuddered as she thought back to that night, to the cracking branches and bloodcurdling screams that echoed through the darkened woods. if she closes her eyes, she can still see ali’s pale face as the thing had ripped through the threadbare fabric of their tent. the long, thin scars on her arm itch, and she scratches at them absentmindedly.

another pothole jostled her from her thoughts, jerking her head upright and back to the tree-lined road ahead. “ i’ll follow your lead. watch you today and try to emulate that as best i can. ” she said.

✦         mara's grip tightened on the wheel as she guided the car around one of the potholes. dusty and dry, there hasn't been a lick of rain in these months. clouds cover and darken but then disperse, giving up on the thought of rain. behind her, the road disappears in all the — dust, she can hear her granddad spitting off the porch, ain't gunna be no rain 'cuz of all the dust. the car weaves again. the county would do nothing for this road despite the muttering and grumbles of its folks. she sighs. a shrug of her shoulder.

         the car clunks as the asphalt ended despite the road stretching on and on and on.

         despite how the air-con blasted at the coldest level she could crank it, sweat still beaded in the small of her back. "i think ... she believes that she is telling the truth." & that feels like the only honest thing she can say. and, perhaps, the worst. a place like this startles the fear out of its folks sometimes and it spread. a ghost story made up between friends could spark into legends if one isn't careful and believes the night to be dark and full of terror. mara didn't. she had no time for such silly things. "i can't say for certain if what happened actually happened to her until i actually talk to her but ... from the way she sounded on the phone, i believed her enough to see her."

         a sign finally pointed her off the main dirt road and onto a side dirt road. one that still had the grass growing shabby between the ruts. not richfort with its three stoplights and main street but richfort in the looping backroads. richfort of the mobile homes brambled in by the woods and the wooden houses half leaning in the hazy, lazy heat. mara keeps her voice in that same netural tone. she didn't want to start up an argument right before they go to see someone. "i also believe that if she is telling the truth ... you might be able to get some more answers. she might have seen something you didn't." such as — confirmation about who it was that terrorized those woods.

         who — not what as eli seemed to adamant to believe.

         "since this is our first interview, i'll take lead but for the next one, i think you should do it. if this goes well. if not, we'll just keep going."

[marksbear]

Hello there! Could I request Aaron Hotchner x male reader

basically, when the reader was a kid he was a victim to a kidnapping (where he got tortured and shi) which he escapes and it still haunts him years later. While being in the bau he doesn’t tell anyone about it until an unsub comes into play that’s basically a copycat of the readers kidnapper (like same kinds of victims, same way of killing/kidnapping etc) and it kinda all unfolds from there. and ofc Aaron comforts the reader and the unsub is taken down because we love happy endings 🙏

but take your time home boy! Drink water and rest 👍👍

Yoo whats good thank you for requesting big fella! I love your request and I am more than happy to write this!

warnings! Child pred unsubs, kidnapping, topics of rape, torturer, fighting punishing, killing, fighting for a life, sexual assault on a minor. ANGST TO A WHOLE DIFFERENT LEVEL

side note I didn't know whether to make this platonic or romantic so I ran with romantic SO I hope you don't mind if you wanted to make this platonic just ask and i'll do it.

AARON HOTCHNER X MALE READER

PAST.

You were only twelve. You were walking to your "Girlfriend" at the time house. You made sure to look nice since you were gonna meet her parents. The street was quiet and peaceful like always nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

"SOMEONE PLEASE HELP! MY DOG IS DROWNING!! HELP" A woman shouts from the nearby pond. You looked around to see if there was anyone else to help the dog but once you didn't see anyone you took matters into your own hands.

You run to the pond taking off your shoes and socks jumping into the water to save the dog. It took you a while to get the dog out of the water because the dog is all wet and more heavy now two because you were only a twelve year old boy.

Once you get the dog out of the water the woman thanks you profusely. Like the cocky boy you were you smirked and said "Anytime lady. That was a piece of cake!" The woman laughs and hugs you tightly taking something out of her sleeve before stabbing you with it.

Out of pure shock you swung her on her right on her face with a right hook. The woman gasps and holds her cheek "How dare you boy! Wait until my husband hears about this!"

You took off with a sprint running as fast as you can. But sadly your twelve year old body couldn't out run a dog. The dog had tackled you on the floor dropping all of their body weight on you trapping you on the floor.

"Naughty boy... Lets go home and see how your father is gonna punish you for hitting mommy."

Your version became blurry and body limp then suddenly it went dark.

TIMESKIP

You woke up gasping for air hands that went to your neck. You looked around the place you were in and it looked like the inside of a box. You stood up head feeling woozy.

"I told you he was the one Matthew I mean look at him! Hes our perfect boy~" You snap your way to where the voice came from. You backed away staring at the two shaking. "Don't be scared baby! Were only mama and daddy." The woman says smiling getting off her husband's lap.

"Yeah son. Come here and give daddy a kiss."

"W-what!?! I'm not your SON!" Y/n screams at the odd pair but quickly shuts his mouth once the woman gets the dog. "This is your sister Ali. Shes a trained hunter and you are the size of a mouse to which she can easily hurt. To avoid getting in trouble do what your daddy tells you!" The tone in her voice changes so as her mood.

Trembling you walk to the man and give him a quick peck on the cheek. The man laughs and points at his lips "No son you're so silly. I mean lips son give daddy a kiss on the lips." He cups your face pulling you in for a kiss but you were quicker.

You claw him in the eyes and make a run for it pushing the woman out of your way. "ALI! GO GET HIM!" The dog chases you lunging for your legs before you make it to the stairs you let out a blood curdling scream.

Your body falls to the ground. Your left leg bleeding profusely. You scream and cry scratching the floors nails probably ripping and tearing off fingertips bleeding.

Ali bits and drags both legs like they were toys marking both of them for the rest of your life.

You feel your body getting picked up but gets slammed back down in a fast pace repeating the action until your head is bleeding and face and teared up and bloody.

You lay in your own puddle of blood crying and screaming for help. "MATTHEW STOP IT! You're making a bad impression with our boy~ Let me get him all cleaned up for supper." The woman picks you up taking you out of your misery.

TIMESKIP WARNING!! THE WOMAN IS TRYING TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF READER AND TRIES TO TOUCH HIM. SKIP IF YOU DON'T WANNA READ

She was washing you like you were six. She treated you so gently and kindly but she couldn't take her eyes off of your private area. You tried to cover yourself but every time your hands get pushed away. "Baby I am your mother. I gave birth to you It's nothing new. But you sure did get bigger." Tears overcome your eyes making them look like a doll. You learned from your real father to "Never let someone else see your private area. Even Mommy and me. Until you find the right one okay Y/n?" Those words of your father made you keep hiding your area every time she looked making her get more and more annoyed.

"Stop it! Ok Stop it! I don't want you looking at me like that okay!!" You finally fight back and scream at her. The woman stares at you shocked but backs off and walks away.

OKAY THE PART IS DONE!!!

It has been months of getting tortured and pretending to be someone your not and you decide enough is enough. Today is the day. You have been planning this escape for weeks now and it's time to take action. You found a way to lock Ali in the bathroom while you launch your plan to escape.

You hide in a nearby closet waiting for your mom to get in the basement as her daily routine to check up on you. Once you do you pounce on her making sure to cover her mouth as you fight for your life. You punch her on her neck rapidly with full force no doubt making your knuckles bruise.

Even though she was bigger and probably stronger than you. You used the element of surprise as a way to get her. Once she gets tired and weak you take off her shoe using it to smash her in her head. Finally she got unconscious. You take off your shirt and tie her in the most creative knot you thought of and ran upstairs shutting the door behind you and locking it.

Now it's only you and your "Father" You took off your own shoes to go around the house quiet. You learned it from all of the not so p-g movies you and your brother watch. You see your father in his office back towards the wide open door headphones on probably in one of his meetings. You find a couple vases before slowly stalking behind him smashing one hard in the middle of his head. He turns around fast but falls back once you land another one in his face. He lands on the floor hard. You stand above him before raising the third vase over your head before using all of your strength bringing it down onto his head.

Blood on your hands and on the floor and glass covering the room. You look at his phone and a journal before taking it walking out of the house calling 9-1-1 telling them the address as you sit on the porch. After that you pick up the journal and read it. It's all about you. Your height what's your real name and all the things they have done to you in full detail every single day even the way you got kidnapped. You call up your parents "Hey momma...Hey daddy it's me Y/n."

PRESENT

"Agent L/n." -Hotch

"Hey L/n"- Emily

"Daddy you there?"- Of course Morgan asks that earning a glare from Hotch because of the nickname.

"Uh Y/n?" - Spencer

"Is he okay?"- Penelope

You look around and give out a weak laugh. "Uhh sorry. Didn't mean to space out like that." You give them a weak apology rubbing the back of your head.

"You okay? you never spaced out like that. Especially for that long." Gideon points out full of worry. "Yeah i'm good trust me. It's just that the unsubs kinda freak me out."

"Okay i'll give you that one I mean cmon. The victims look exactly like you. Same hair, hair color, eyes, height and all boys. They all fit just like you if you were younger. " Reid rambles pointing out at all of the similarities.

Does he know? No he couldn't know. I mean you were famous in your state for being the survivor or the "Gods son" what your town called you before leaving the state to start fresh. You hated that nickname with such a passion. If you were God's son why the hell did he let you get abused and touched like that SO YOUNG. You were only twelve for crying out loud.

You stared at Reid studying him with a glare. You refused to be outed like this. Not now not here. You became shaking from overthinking.

Then a sheriff comes in with a newspaper dropping it on the round table. "Here this is useful." The team circles around the table reading the title of the newspaper. "God's son? The boy who survived it all." Hotch reads out eyeing the sheriff. "Read it front and back." The sheriff tells the team.

No.No...NO this can't be happening. All of the years and makeup hiding the scars. You wore layers and gloves and long socks to hide the markings. You wore long sleeves to hide the markings that were covered into you saying "Mommy and Daddy." You weren't ready for this. Hell you were never gonna be ready for this.

"Twelve year old Y/n L/n survived ten months of torture, pretending and rape. From a wealthy couple named Matthew Powell and Sarah Powell. The kid who fought for his life and ended up winning." Reid says giving a short summary to the team. The room got quiet with so much tension. Before Reid keeps reading. "The boy still has the scars from everything from that tragic event. Even dog bite markings on his legs from the family dog Ali. And also he carries the journal Matthew owns. The journal has documentation of everything Y/n did or what they did to him even the way they captured the boy "

Gideon raises his hand up signaling Reid to stop reading further. "L/n. Do you know what's going to happen to the boy next. If the unsubs are truly copycats we need to know what they're gonna do to the boy next. The unsubs have been having him for seven days. What did they do to you on the seventh day?" The sheriff asks you but you don't answer only reaching for your bag taking out the journal and hands it to Hotch.

"I keep it with me everywhere I go. I already have to carry the scars everyday so why not carry the story." Y/n says leaning into the hug that Derek gives him. "Everyone can't waste time. Currently their taking him to the park so we have to hurry!" Hotch tells everyone. The team all get up and head out to the cars.

"L/n wait." Hotch says making sure everyone is out before shutting the door locking it and shutting the blinds. "I--im so sorry Aaron!" Y/n chokes out getting out of the chair hugging Aaron as tightly as he can. "Shhh... Its okay Y/n. You didn't do anything wrong baby." Aaron says trying to ease his boyfriend. Y/n cries onto Aaron clinging to him for dear life as Aaron tries to ease him and calm him down. Once Y/n cries became sniffles Aaron pulls him away from him kissing him deeply.

Y/n melts into the kiss. The kisses helps him calm down and get himself back together.

TIMESKIP.

You stare the unsubs down gun pointing at the wife's head. "On your knees." The woman puts her hands in the air kneeling down before you. The victim its behind you holding onto you for dear life.

You had gotten to the playground early before the team even though with the short start. You already took down the guy. Hes handcuffed all bloody and messed up from you. When you had seen him you saw Matthew instead of the other man and you went animistic. You tackled him on the ground and began to punch him repeatedly and hit him with your gun knocking him out and hand cuffed him.

You held the woman to gun point if she didn't let the boy go to which she did and now shes on her knees before you. The only person you saw was Sarah the woman who caused you all of this pain and suffering. You wanted nothing more just to kill her with your bare hands to finish the job all those years ago.

Your vision only focused on her not seeing all other families and FBI and police in the background. Tears running down your face as you move your finger to pull the trigger but stop once you hear Hotch.

"Agent L/n stand down now!"

You watch as cops take the woman and man away. You put your gun in its holder turning around looking at the young image of you. You pick him up for a tight hug both of you crying on each other.

The BAU watches the two of you all of them not daring to make a move or a comment until Hotch walks over to you both grabbing the both of you for a hug.

TIMESKIP WEEKS LATER

For the first time ever Y/n was in his bed with Hotch naked only a pair of boxers covering him. Hotch traces the scars with his hands lowering his head down from time to time giving the scars small kisses. "You're so beautiful Y/n." Hotch says before planting a kiss on one of Y/n larger scars all the way to the top of the scar to the bottom. "H-hotch stop it!" Y/n begs but Hotch ignores it by kissing another scar on his stomach.

"I love you Y/n no matter what happened to you in the past or what you look like I will always love you."

"I love you too you dork now..."

"Aaron~ Why don't you kiss me up here." Y/n suggest smuggly but gets shut up with a slap on the thigh.

THE END

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Almost In Love

Leah Williamson x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: I was in a mood 🤟 Happy December everyone!

Lover Of Mine (Part Two)

[WOSO Masterlist]

Leah’s in LA.

When you wake up this morning, you go about your business like normal. You go for your morning jog. You facetime your parents. You join a yoga session on the beach with Christen. 

When you get the text from Tobin, you forget how to breathe. 

The last time you saw Leah was years ago. 

You could have fallen in love with her. 

Scratch that. You did fall in love with her. 

Leah just didn’t want to make it a thing. 

---

It was never supposed to be serious. Leah made that clear.

The first night you fell into bed together she knocked those words into your head between each mind-blowing orgasm traded between you.

You couldn’t help but fall in love with her anyways.

It’s easy to fall in love with Leah. She’s funny, sweet, caring. Every touch lingers on your skin, every word warms your soul to the core. You find yourselves spending more and more time together off the field.

What starts as hot and heavy secret nights together grows into early morning coffee dates, late evening strolls. Things become softer and softer between the two of you. You catch Leah staring at you more than enough times.

You practice the words in your head. “I really like you,” “Would you like to go out on a date?” “I know we said we wouldn’t, but I’m falling for you and I think you are too.”

The night before you confess your feelings, everything falls apart.

You’re at a bar with the rest of the girls. You can’t help but keep checking your watch. Leah’s late. She’s never late.

It all makes sense when Leah walks in hand-in-hand with Jordan. 

“Woah, when did this happen?”

Leah blushes when Caitlin hoots at the two of them. “We just thought we’d give it a go again.”

Jordan tells them about how they’ve been slowly rebuilding their relationship. Long nights talking things out. Mornings watching the sunrise together. “Our feelings never faded. So we wanted to try again.”

Bile rises to your throat with every word.

You spend the night avoiding Leah. She spends the night glued to Jordan’s side. You pretend it doesn’t hurt when she doesn’t seek you out.

It’s only when you’re ready to call it a night that Leah tries to approach you. 

You extract yourself from her hands with ease. “I’m happy for you.” The words taste bitter in your mouth. “Hope you and Jords make it.”

Something flashes in her eyes. 

Pity? Regret? Guilt? 

You don’t keep eye contact long enough to figure it out. 

You’re out the door before Leah can stop you again.

---

[We’re thinking about getting drinks after the game. You wanna join?]

You leave Tobin on read. 

You know Christen knows something is up when you don’t entertain her quiet musings on your drive to the BANC. 

You’re stuck in your head during warm-ups. You miss one too many shots. Freya pulls you aside, asks if everything is okay. The way you lie through your teeth must be enough because she lets you go with a gentle warning to pick it up once the game starts.

You can’t help but think of blonde hair in red and white when your teams line up. You can’t help but think of accented words and a warm touch when Ali pats your back before you’re led out.

When the refs start marching, you do your best to clear your mind. 

---

When the team finds out you’re leaving, they throw you a going away party. 

You take shots with Beth. You sing karaoke with Katie. You pretend you don’t see the way Leah keeps watching you.

It’s easy to pretend you don’t care. It’s easy when you spot the way Jordan has a hand on Leah’s waist at all times. It’s easy when you can see the way Leah lights up every time Jordan whispers something into her ear. It’s easy in the same way your nerves are lit aflame and you have to fight the urge to scream.

Leah tracks you down after the night has died down. 

“I thought you were extending your contract.”

You purposefully avoid her eyes. “I have to head home for our friendlies soon anyways. The Spirit has been bugging my agent about bringing me home for the 2021 season so it just makes sense to stay after the national team games are done.”

“And there’s nothing that can convince you to stay?”

“Leah,” you sigh out. “We both knew my loan was going to come to an end eventually.”

A part of you wants her to fight for you to stay. To convince you that what happened between the two of you wasn’t only in your head.

You make a move to leave. Leah moves to block you again.

“(Y/N).” 

When you turn towards the defender she looks nervous. You can’t help but feel a flutter of hope in your chest.

Tell me you want me and I’ll stay. Tell me you’ve made a mistake and I’m yours.

“We should keep in touch.”

You want to say no. You want to tell Leah to go fuck herself. 

You bite your tongue. “Of course.”

.

You return to the states.

The two of you very much do not keep in touch.

---

Leah comes to the game. Because of course she does. 

You’re not sure why you thought she wouldn’t. 

You spot her, Keira, Lucy, and some of the other English girls with ease. They’re not doing much to keep a low profile. You would’ve thought they would’ve gone up to the suite with Tobin. Instead you see all the English players sitting near the field. 

The whistle sounds and you push all non-soccer thoughts out of your head.

You think you’re doing pretty good. All of your passes connect, all of your shots are on target. You think you’re doing pretty good until you get nailed by the soccer ball right in the face. 

You drop like a sack of rocks.

Christen’s instantly by your side, concern etched on her face. 

“I’m fine,” you groan out, raising two shaky hands to your forehead.

The glare she gives you is enough for you to fall silent and follow all of the trainers’ instructions without a fuss when they run you through the concussion test.

You stick your tongue out at her when you pass with flying colors. It earns you a couple chuckles from your teammates.

When Christen forces the own goal minutes later, you’re sure to throw yourself onto the dogpile without care. 

Christen ushers you up to the suite the second you’re both showered and done changing after the game. A feeling of dread starts to sink in. It’s easy to forget about Leah when you’re on the field. It’s harder knowing who exactly is waiting for you upstairs.

You nearly sigh in relief when Tobin is the first to greet you.

“How’s the head?”

You shrug. “Fine. A little sore but feels alright.” 

Tobin looks like she wants to say something else. She doesn’t get the chance to.

“You played great.”

You give Leah a curt nod. You’re well aware of the way Tobin’s eying the two of you with interest.

Tobin joined Arsenal not long after you had left. She was never there to witness the way you tore yourself apart for Leah. A part of you is glad she didn’t have to see it. You’re not sure how your best friend’s partner would react if she was placed in a position like that. 

That’s a lie. You know she would’ve torn the younger player apart for hurting you the way she did.

You play nice to save Leah the trouble of having to explain anything to Tobin. That doesn’t mean you don’t do your best to always have at least one buffer between the two of you though.

Keira greets you as if you’re two old friends. You feel awkward, knowing her closeness with the lioness who broke your heart.

You’re even more confused when she tries to talk you up to Leah in the rare occurrence you find yourself stuck between the pair when you’ve gone out for drinks. Leah blushes at something Keira says. You do your best not to read into it.

You count the minutes until you can politely excuse yourself. When the clock strikes 11, you make your excuses, claiming to be exhausted from the game. There’s a chorus of whines but you just wave them away.

Christen presses a kiss against your forehead, telling you to text her when you get home. You’re headed for the door right after you promise.

You’re not expecting it when Leah follows close behind you.

“Do you think we could’ve been something?”

You freeze, back still turned towards the English defender.

“If I hadn’t chosen Jordan and if you hadn’t left. Do you think we could’ve fallen in love?”

The air hangs heavy between the two of you. 

The question’s one you’ve asked yourself every day since you left. If you had tried harder, would Leah have picked you? If you had stuck around, would everything have changed for the better?

Slowly, you turn around. You raise your eyes to meet Leah’s. 

You’re not sure what you see there. Maybe a little bit of regret. A little bit of hope.

You’re not sure what you want to see there.

“I guess we’ll never know.”

This time when you leave, Leah lets you go without a fight.

[daydream-cement]

Stately Sequoia Ch. 20

Here it is guys. The grand finale!

Earlier that morning

"Doctor, stop!" Sheriff Galpin had to grab Rowan around the middle to prevent her from entering the rubble to try and find you. She kept trying to push past him, fighting him every step of the way.

Dr. Ali was kicking and screaming, unable to control herself at this point, "Fern! No! Put me down! I said, put me down!"

"If you try and go down there, you will probably end up dead too." He was relentless, not letting her go for anything. Well that was until the rubble itself began to shift almost as if a massive creature was churning the broken boards and stones.

Sheriff Galpin released Rowan and together they watched in awe. Both of them worrying about what could be lurking beneath it all, "I'm calling in backup."

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Present Time

The warmth eventually dissipated from your body. You don't remember how or why or even when. There was just stillness across your body. It was so relieving to be free of the pain and torment the nightshade has caused you. Finally, you were ready to open your eyes. Even with the first crack of your eyes, the light was blinding, causing you to wince. Is this what the afterlife is?

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"Well can I at least see her?" Rowan was impatient with the man at the front desk of the hospital. It wasn't him that responded, but the doctor behind him.

"As long as you don't rile her up, she doesn't need any more stress today. The levels of dopamine and solanine in her blood should have killed her." The woman spoke softly, gently nodding her head for Rowan to follow her down the hallway.

Rowan was on her heels, listening closely as they stopped in front of a hospital room, "And what about Fern?"

"Now that one... is a mystery."

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"What happened down there?" Rowan was trying to be gentle, but she needed answers. Larissa was propped up in the hospital bed, arms folded in front of her. She wanted out of this silly bed. She felt just fine.

Regardless of how she felt, there was a decent sized cut on her forehead from a beam striking her, bruising across her left eye, and the doctors were concerned about the toxins that still needed to be flushed from her system.

"Well, I don't remember most of it. There is this haze keeping me from... I know was poisoned. But the walls started moving. The stones lining the walls began caving in. The room was collapsing on itself." Larissa shook her head, the memories just weren't coming to her all that well, " Where is Fern? Is she okay?"

Rowan looked at the floor, not wanting to tell her the truth.

"Rowan."

"Well.. they- they didn't find her."

"What do you mean they couldn't find her?"

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The brightness wasn't too bad when you got used to it. The sun was shining through the leaves of the trees. Thuja occidentalis, white cedar. You were laying on your back, staring up at the rustling branches. This was nice. If this was the afterlife, you didn't mind one bit.

"Dr. Rogers?"

You shift yourself into a sitting position, and look around you to find that voice. You knew exactly who it was, your favorite student, Eugene. A smile graced your lips as you looked at him all decked out in his bug hunting gear.

"Eugene. Where- where am I?" You look down at your arms,, they were marked with scratches and soot marked your body in different places. Your shirt was torn near the collar and your pants had holes through the knees and the left leg was missing fabric from the shin down. You looked like a character from a zombie movie.

"The cedar forest on the West side of campus." He took a cautious step towards you, "Are you okay, professor?"

You glance back up at him, the fear in his eyes apparent. Remembering your role as a teacher, you smile with a nod, "Yes, I am, Eugene. Thank you for asking."

Eugene didn't believe you one bit, but not one to argue with an adult he took a step back, "Are you sure?'

"Yes, now run along, I thought I heard a Southern Gray Treefrog earlier." You tried tempting him away with something more interesting.

"Hyla chrysoscelis?" His eyes widened, knowing their endangered status in New Jersey.

"Exactly," You groan, as you push yourself to your feet, then pointed off to the North, somewhat guilty that you were lying to the sweet boy. How were you even still alive? You should have died ten times over last night. Knowing there was only one place for answers, you began the trudge back to the meeting house.

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"Just what I said, they cleared out the cellar and she wasn't there. They only found you and Thornhill." Rowan crossed her arms, upset herself that she had let Galpin stop her. She should have gone down and found her when the floor caved in.

"She was there. I saw her. She was laying on the ground near the wall farthest from the stairs. They must check again." Larissa didn't care how irrational she sounded. Where could Fern have gone?

"They cleared out the cellar, Larissa. It's now an empty hole. Fern is just missing."

"Then I'm going to find her." Larissa pulled herself up out of bed, everything ached, but finding you was much more important.

"Ma'am, please you should get back in bed" The doctor tried stopping Larissa when she reached the door, but even Rowan knew there was no stopping the principal at this point.

Larissa's eyes were ablaze as she turned to Rowan, "Get me my clothes. I'm going to find her."

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The barefoot walk through the woods became soothing after a bit. You passed the time gazing up at the trees that towered above you. It was only a 10 minute walk to your destination.

Where the meeting house once stood, there was now a hole in the ground, only a few bits of debris left in the bottom. What had saved you? How did you end up so far away in a different part of the forest?

That's when it caught your eye. A large oak that seemly had once towered over the meeting house now looked as it had been burnt from the inside. The leaves at the ends of the branches, once green, were now crispy and brown, like fall had just arrived.

You were drawn to this tree. As you approached, you could feel the sickness contained within the tree. Tentatively you placed a hand against the bark, the image of what happened in that cellar invaded your mind.

You were looking at the wall of the cellar, just as you had been when you died. The root you had seen had reached out towards you, wrapping around your hand, moving up your arm and around your body. Just as you had felt.

The shifting roots that tangled around you shifted you so you could see Marilyn with her hands on Larissa. She was angry with her. "Why do you care so much about her? It's me you love, remember?"

"No, I don't remember. I remember her." Larissa's eyes never left yours. Marilyn struck Larissa, hitting her again and again.

The rage you felt swelled. The walls began shifting, stones once lining the walls fell from their places, slithering roots making their ways through the cracks. Roots were winding around beams, one captured the leg of Marilyn, pulling her down to the ground.

The whole room was surging like the cellar had become trapped with the grasp of a tentacled beast. You heard a choking noise, on the ground near you was Marilyn, fully encased in roots. They had moved up her legs and slowly began covering her face. She was struggling to get free, but it was of no use.

The roots began swirling around the beams that held the ceiling up. There was a cracking noise and-

A hand touched your back, you swiveled quickly, jerking your head to see who was there- Larissa.

You waste no time. You practically jump into her arms, hugging her, never wanting to let go. You felt the tears stinging at the back of your eyes. Finally, you allowed yourself to feel the emotional rollercoaster of the past 24 hours.

Larissa held you tighter than she ever had before. She pressed multiple kisses to the side of your head, not wanting to let go, "Let's go home."

Link to Epilogue

[feyhunter78]

Targaryen Inc (8/?)

Description: Everyone has an eventful night, Helaena goes on a date, and Aemond's past is revealed

Trigger warning: Vague mention of Aemond being groomed when he was younger, it's really short, no details, just Aegon choking out basic plot points of what happened. Just wanted to give y'all a heads up just in case!

They ended up back at Aegon’s apartment, and Alyra laid on Aegon’s living room rug, Sunfyre immediately trotting over and licking her face.

“Begone, you giant fluffball, I’m trying to be sad.” She groaned, petting his head even as she protested his attention.

“Don’t be mean to my dog, he’s a saint.” Aegon chided, sitting on the floor next to her and scratching Sunfyre behind the ear.

“Why?” She covered her face in her hands.

“Because he’s a good boy, yes he is, yes he is.” Aegon dropped into baby talk as Sunfyre left her to jump into Aegon’s lap and nearly send him toppling over.

“Not why is your dog a saint, I already know he’s a sweet boy, but why Aemond.” She threw her hands in the air in frustration. “Why is he the way that he is?” She closed her eyes, relishing in the way the world felt like she was floating on a pool floaty.

“Aemond is weird, he’s a math nerd, who doesn’t know any songs on the radio.”

Alyra bit the inside of her cheek as tears pricked at her eyes. She would not cry, not drunk on the floor over a man who did not want her.

Aegon’s fingers gently running through her hair broke the dam, and she sat up, tears spilling from beneath her eyelids. Aegon sighed sympathetically. “Alyra…”

She opened her eyes and tried to blink away her tears. “I just don’t understand, I thought maybe he returned my feelings, but now I feel stupid.”

Aegon blew out a breath then grabbed a toy and threw it, causing Sunfyre to dash off. “So, you know how I wasn’t always a great big brother?”

Alyra wiped under her eyes and looked at him. “Yeah.”

“Well, I may have done something shitty to him when we were younger.”

She sniffled. “What do you mean?”

“When I was sixteen, I found myself falling in with a rough crowd and I gained the attention of this older woman. I knew better, but Aemond was thirteen, and—” He sighed and ran his hands down his face. “He was naïve, and he was so insecure about his eye, and she just swept him up.”

“Like took him under her wing and was a mentor or like grooming?” Alyra asked carefully, stomach churning and not just from the alcohol.

Aegon’s eyes focused on Sunfyre who was happily chewing on his toy. “I found them in bed together, I ripped him out of there, and he was fighting me, screaming that they loved each other.”

“Oh, Aegon…” Alyra breathed, putting a hand on his shoulder.

His eyes shined with tears, and she pulled him into a side hug, resting his head on her shoulder.

“I tried to tell him, but she had him so wrapped up. I called the police, and our parents got a restraining order, but Aemond would never believe us when we said she was only hurting him.” He nuzzled into her neck; his voice strained. “I don’t know if he still doesn’t understand and is chasing after that memory, or if he just has a thing for older women, but either way it’s my fault.”

Alyra swallowed hard. “It’s not your fault, it’s hers. She took advantage of him.” A terrifying thought came to her mind. “This Alys isn’t that woman, right?”

“No, no. That woman is in prison, I look her up every year to make sure she’s still there.” Aegon said, and Alyra relaxed.

“Well, okay then at least there’s that.”

Aegon sat up and wiped at his eyes. “That doesn’t explain the way he’s been acting, though.”

“What did you say to him before we left?”

“I just told him he was being stupid.” Aegon said, looking back at his dog for comfort. Sunfrye seemed to notice his gaze and trotted over, laying his body in both their laps.

Alyra stroked his fur, while Aegon whispered to him in Valyrian, the same language he used in the club.

She wasn’t going to push him, not after everything he’d done for her tonight. “Thank you.”

“Of course, what are friends for?” He said, lowering his face so her could nuzzle his nose against Sunfyre’s.

Aemond nursed his drink, half listening to what Alys was saying. He couldn’t get Alyra’s wounded expression out of his head. Her amber eyes were filled with anger and her lips were tugged down in a heartbreaking frown. The nickname he called her in his head even slipped out, as he begged her to stay, to let him see her home safely.

 He trusted Aegon to an extent. But nowhere was safer for Alyra than with him. He could still feel her warmth in his arms, against his chest. Still feel the softness of her face lingering on his palms. He turned his hand and smirked at the shimmer, some of her highlight must have rubbed off on him. She always complained about her makeup but refused to buy expensive products, claiming it was “a scam to pay more money for a name.”

“Aemond?” Alys’ voice drew him out of his memories, and he looked at her.

“My apologies, what did you say?”

“I asked if you wanted to go back to my place, ever since your assistant made that scene—”

“She’s not my assistant.”

She rolled her eyes. “Ever since your co-worker made that scene, I’ve wanted to leave. She really ruined our night.”

Aemond looked down at her. She had seemed so mature and sophisticated when they first met, but now?

“You said it yourself, we’re co-workers. Not friends, not dating, not anything.”

Alyra had said those words with such anger, and he couldn’t understand why she would think that. She was Alyra, his good luck charm. She was someone he could always count on, both on and off the clock. Seeing her through her window every morning as he walked to his office made him smile, and when she wasn’t there, he was in a terrible mood.

“It’s over Aemond, you’re safe, she’s gone, it wasn’t your fault. I support your dating choices, but you can’t rewrite the past. His brother’s jaw was clenched, his violet eyes narrowed. “You know you’ve had Alyra’s heart for ages, and you keep throwing it away, so you don’t get hurt, but news flash, Aemond. It was an older woman who hurt you, not Alyra.”

Aemond bristled and went to respond, but Aegon shook his head. “I’m not watching you break my best friend’s heart any longer, so get your shit together or leave her alone.”

He watched as Alyra clung to Aegon, shoulder shaking. He’d made her cry, his sweet Alyra, was crying because of him.

“Aemond? Seriously, are you that drunk?” Alys placed a hand on his thigh, and he stood abruptly.

He threw cash down on the bar. “Here’s money for a cab, delete my number.” Then he left, ignoring her screaming at him. He pulled out his phone and blocked her number before completely wiping any trace of her from it.

Helaena wouldn’t say she chose this restaurant because it was Jacaerys’ favorite, but she definitely couldn’t deny it without lying.

She sat across from Tyrion Lannister who was very handsome, with close-cropped blond hair, brilliant blue eyes, and a winning smile, he wasn’t hard to look at. He was funny too, a friend of Aegon’s from college, he had plenty of embarrassing stories about her brother to share.

“And then Aegon jumped out of the car, ran into the dark then came back with a traffic cone in his arms. He gets back into the car; dirt is everywhere, and he just yells at us to drive.” Tyrion is animated as he tells the story, and she almost feels like she’s there in the car with them. “And that why I now have a traffic cone in my apartment.”

She giggles, and he smiles at her. “What?” She asks, suddenly feeling self-conscious.”

“You have a cute laugh; I like hearing it.”

She blushes and takes a sip of her white wine. “Thank you.”

“So Aegon told me you got a degree in psychology, what drew you to that?” He asked, looking genuinely interested in whatever her answer might be.

“Oh, well, as you know, our father died when we were younger. I wanted to explore the human mind, how it processes grief, and then as I kept learning I found more and more that interested me.”

“That’s really fascinating, and I’m sorry to hear about your father, Aegon spoke fondly of him.”

Helaena nodded and took a bite of her food to keep from answering. “Well, what about you? Why did you become an accountant?”

Tyrion gave her an embarrassed smile. “It’s a family thing, everyone works in finance. My aunt interviewed me for the job, and she was ridiculously strict. I understood, though, I didn’t want to get the job just because I was her nephew.”

They chatted on, talking about their jobs and hobbies, until someone tapped her on the shoulder.

“Helaena?” Jacaerys was standing behind her.

She turned. “Jacaerys, hi, what are you doing here?”

He motioned to where his family sat on the other side of the restaurant. “It’s Viserys’ birthday, and he loves this place.”

Rhaenyra waved at her, and Viserys ran over. “Leana!” He said, tugging on her hand. He has a little pin that said birthday boy on his dinosaur themed shirt. “It’s my birthday, I’m four now.”

She gave Tyrion an apologetic smile and leaned down. “That’s amazing, happy birthday.” She kissed his cheek, and he turned bright red, hiding behind Jacaerys’ legs.

Jacaerys picked him up and smiled down at her. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m on a date.” She turned back to Tyrion and introduced him.

“Ah, right, Alyra told me you were going out sometime this week.” His smile was strained.

“It was nice to meet you, Jaehaerys, but if you don’t mind?” Tyrion said.

“It’s Jacaerys.” She and Jacaerys said at the same time.

“Right Jacaerys, my apologies.”

Jacaerys nodded. “All good, man.”

All good? Man? Jacaerys never called anyone ‘man.’ Helaena was thoroughly confused, but also a small part of her wondered if perhaps he was jealous.

He bid them a goodbye and returned to his table.

“Sorry about that.” She turned back to Tyrion.

Tyrion shook his head. “No need, I love kids.”

“Me too.” She said, smiling softly at him.

Jacaerys sat back at his table, imagining all the ways he could kill Tyrion Lannister.

“Jace what are you ordering?” His father’s voice broke him out of his murder plans, and he gave his order to the waitress.

Viserys sat in his lap, coloring, and Jacaerys snuck another glance over to Helaena’s table. Stupid Tyrion and his stupid hair, how dare he ask Jacaerys to leave their table.

“Jace, you’re staring.” His mother said, taking a sip of her wine.

“No, I’m just making sure she’s alright.”

His mother hummed in disbelief.

“I like Helaena, she’s a nice girl.” His father commented, tucking his phone in his pocket and intertwining his hand with Rhaenyra’s.

“Very nice, and beautiful as well.” She added on.

“Better than Sarah, that’s for sure.” Lucerys snorted.

“Laena is a princess.” Viserys said, reaching for his lemonade.

Jacaerys scooted his cup closer for him. “Helaena is wonderful, but tonight is about Viserys.”

His mother raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

“Oh, looks like they’re leaving.” His father said, jerking his head towards the now standing couple.

He took a swig of his beer. “That’s their business.”

Harwin chuckled and clinked his bottle against Jacaerys’. “That’s what I said when your mother was dating Laenor, and I was lying too.”

Rhaenyra bit her lip to keep from laughing and hid her face in her husband’s shoulder.

“Gross, I don’t want to hear about that.” Joffrey groaned, burying himself in his phone to avoid his parents.

Suddenly, Helaena appeared at their table. “I just wanted to wish Viserys a happy birthday one more time and say goodbye to everyone.”

Viserys climbed out of Jacaerys’ lap and wrapped his arms around Helaena. She giggled and kissed the crown of his head. “Happy birthday Viserys.” She said goodbye to the rest of them, then left with Tyrion.

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[13uswntimagines]

My Knotheads (Alpha!Krashlyn x Omega!Reader)

Request 1: alpha Ashlyn and Ali and omega reader where they get into a fight ans they tell the reader to go away and reader ends up going in to heat. And they don’t find out to Christen who is readers big sisters comes and tells them and then they go and apologize to her.

Request 2: alpha!krashlyn x reader and they'd be when the reader starts her heat

Author’s Note: These two really seemed to compliment each other, so I combined them. I really hope you enjoy! 

Sometimes being an omega really fucking sucked. You hated how extreme situations affected you. How you longed for your mates, even when they were being unreasonable, bull-headed knotheads. How your body had betrayed you and initiated a fucking heat right after one of the biggest fights the three of you had ever had. 

It wasn’t fair that you were the one who had to bear the consequences of said fight. A little part of you wondered if they could feel your pain through your bond. 

You shivered, pulling the comforter of your sister’s bed impossible tighter around you, suppressing a whimper at the cramps rolling through you. Thinking about them was a bad idea. It only made the pain worse. You rolled just enough to bury your face into your sister’s pillow. Her scent helped, but it wasn’t enough to completely take away your pain. 

“Babe, you gotta come out from under the blankets, your burning up,” Christen said softly, bringing her hand up to brush some sweaty strands from your forehead. You leaned into her as much as you could without unwrapping yourself from your warm Cocoon. 

Another shiver ran down your spine. “Cold,” You mumbled, your teeth chattering just a bit. 

Christen sighed, rubbing her thumb over your too pink cheek and letting out some of her soothing scent. 

Her inner omega longed to help you, but she didn’t know how. Your omega bond was as strong as they came, and your older sister had always been your protector. After she got you to settle and tell her what actually happened, she was going to kick some alpha ass. 

“Scoot,” she said softly, waiting for you to move further towards her side of the bed before carefully peeling back the blankets and laying down. Once she was settled, you crawled back towards her, burying your nose in the skin of her belly where her shirt had ridden up. She carded her fingers through your hair, scratching your scalp in a way that always relaxed you. 

It was a familiar position for the two of you, one you had spent many nights in growing up. Skin-on-skin contact always helped you, and now was no different. 

Silence stretched between you, only punctuated by your uneasy breathing and whimpers when the ache got too bad. 

“Will you let Toby lay with you? It might help with the cramping,” Christen asked after a particularly painful bout of cramps. 

“No,” You said, shaking your head rapidly. Sure another alpha’s scent (particularly one you trusted) could help regulate the insane hormones raging through you, but after the blowout with your mates, you didn’t think it was a good idea. 

Christen’s fingers paused as the anxious pheromones poured off of you. “Baby bear-...” 

you shook your head again, completely cutting your sister off. “No. Don’t wanna upset them more,” 

It came out more like a whimper than anything else.

You could still hear Ali and Ashlyn’s growls in your head. The fight had been stupid, and all three of you had been too stubborn on your stances. Well, that wasn’t true. Their initial reaction had brought out your defiance and after that, you refused to back down. They were your mates, not your parents, and they couldn’t just forbid you from doing something. 

You weren’t sure when the discussion turned into a screaming match, but you could still clearly hear Ashlyn saying that maybe it would just be better for everyone if you showed yourself out. 

You did and you came straight to your sister's house. The effects hadn’t been immediate, but you were certainly feeling them now and you didn’t want to do anything to drive your mates further away. 

“You know they trust Toby,” Christen hummed, the hand in your hair pausing. Your eyes met her very worried ones, and you wondered for a second how bad you had to look to elicit that response. She had seen you in some pretty bad states, and you could count on one hand the number of times she had given you that look. 

“We just want to help you,” A voice from the door added softly. You tore your gaze away from your sister to look at her mate. 

Tobin was leaned up against the doorframe, arms crossed and shoulders tense. It was difficult to see you this strung out (both on your heat and because of the conflict with your own mates). Her inner alpha had claimed you as a little sister, and she would do anything to help you out. 

You watched her warily, your inner omega sighing when her scent drifted your way. It promised to ease some of your symptoms (not the aching emptiness, but the cold sweats and prickling sensation across your skin). 

She waited for you to nod before stepping into the room. Approaching a nest without invitation was rude, and she wasn’t about to cross that line with you. 

She slowly made her way to the bed, pausing at the edge opposite Christen. She again waited for your mood of approval before she very carefully climbed into the bed on your free side. You settled back into Christen’s tummy, and Tobin didn’t get too close to you. She stayed on top of the covers and opted to slip a single hand under your shirt to gently rub your back. 

You relaxed into the touch, the alpha’s presence finally easing your frayed instincts. You sighed heavily into Christen’s stomach, your heavy eyes closing. They weren’t your alphas, but your omega would accept their comfort for now. 

What you didn’t know was that your older sister was planning the deaths of two knotheads while you slept. 

*****

Ashlyn couldn’t stop her pacing. Her alpha was frantic at the feelings coming through your bond. 

Ali wasn’t fairing much better, but instead of pacing, she was perched on the edge of the couch, her head in her hands. 

They had fucked up, and fucked up big. They hadn’t meant for things to go that far, and they hadn’t expected you to walk out. Now they could literally feel your pain and were unable to act on their instincts. 

Ashlyn paused, running a frustrated hand down her face and sitting down next to her mate: “What do we do?” 

The three of you had had many disagreements, but you had never gone completely radio silent on them before. 

Ali sighed heavily, shaking her head.“I’m not sure. We don’t even know where she went,” 

Ashlyn nodded, having been through this conversation at least a hundred times since the fight. Since she told you to leave. 

Ali placed a gentle hand on her knee, rubbing her thumb soothingly on her skin. All they needed were their anxious feelings floating down your bond and making whatever you were going through worse. 

“I think I can help with that,” both alphas whipped around at the voice behind them, sucking in a deep breath when they saw it was your older sister (who definitely coated in the scent you only gave off When you were in heat). They couldn’t help the low growls that left them. They should be the only ones who got to be covered in your scent. 

Christen rolled her eyes at their reaction and held up a small key in response to the question they hadn’t asked. She raised her eyebrow at the women’s gaping faces. “For emergencies, remember?” 

The alphas gulped, reigning in their pheromones. Christen wasn’t the enemy. The two of you were incredibly close (and she was insanely protective over you) and if she was here, that meant you went to her and she wanted to help them get you back. 

“Right,” Ali breathed out, gesturing to the couch opposite of them. 

Christen took her time settling into the seat, eyeing the alphas carefully. The three of you were so stubborn, and provoking an already on edge alpha (especially one who was separated from their mate while they were going through a heat as big as the one you were experiencing) was dangerous. 

She crossed her legs, and leaned her elbow on her knee, her index finger tapping her chin as she studied them. “I’m surprised you two are still here sulking,” 

The alphas shared a wide eyed look. 

“We didn’t actually think she would go,” Ashlyn said sheepishly, scratching the back of her neck. Ali squeezed her thigh. If she could feel the guilt through their bond, she was sure you could too. 

Christen’s raised an eyebrow at her. You weren’t easily deterred, and it would take more than a passing comment to make you leave. No, you left because your omega felt rejected by her alphas, like they didn’t trust you. Like they no longer wanted you. 

“I believe you told her to get out, you know after she brought up that Arsenal wants to sign her for the season,” She growled lowly, and if Ali and Ashlyn didn’t know any better, they would have thought it came from an alpha. 

“She wanted to leave us anyway,” Ali scoffed defensively. Yes they overreacted, but you had been so insistent on how amazing of an opportunity it was. 

“No, you dumbasses. She wanted your opinion and to talk it through, but you two freaked out and forbade her like she was a pup,” Christen said, shaking her head. 

Your alphas shared another wide eyed look, and Christen rolled her eyes. Of course they had freaked out before you could explain. 

“But she said-“ Ali trailed off, eyes squinting trying to remember exactly how the fight had started. How you had tried to explain what your manager told you, but they wouldn’t let you finish after they heard how far away they wanted you to go. 

“That it was a great opportunity? That’s because it is,” Christen said with a nod. You were one of the greatest forwards on the team, and joining Arsenal would only help you grow (plus a European Cup had been on your bucket list since you could walk). 

“It’s in London Chris,” Ashlyn whined. 

“Yeah, and it only would have been for a year until Orlando could acquire her,” Christen countered. 

Both of your alphas paused. You had been trying to get Portland to trade you to the Orlando squad for far too long. Mark was being a royal pain in the ass about the whole thing, but they hadn’t even waited for you to get to the good part. 

“Oh,” 

“Yeah, oh. Now fucking fix this,” Christen huffed, standing and rushing out the door. 

The door didn’t even slam before the two alphas were chasing after her. They weren’t going to let you slip away from them. 

*****

You had never been in this much pain before. It felt like you were burning from the inside out, and a little part of you wondered if this was what Stephanie Meyer thought transitioning to a vampire was like. 

Christen had left about an hour ago, and Tobin followed soon after that (yes you trusted her, but it was different helping you through your heat when her mate wasn’t present). The flames coursing through you only got progressively stronger as the episode of criminal minds Tobin left on drew to a close. Even the scent left on her pillow couldn’t help you now. 

Your inner omega was appeased by Tobin’s presence, but it wouldn’t be satisfied until you had your alphas. You had a feeling your heat would only get worse until you were finally forced to give in and let Chris call them for you. 

Being an omega fucking sucked. 

You pulled the blankets tighter around you when the door creaked open, guarding yourself against a nonexistent draft that sent another shiver down your spine.

Footsteps slowly approached the bed and along with it came the comforting scent of warm breezes off the ocean and cinnamon sugar. It washed over you like a warm blanket, finally offering you the comfort you so desperately craved. 

You pulled the blanket down just far enough to make eye contact with your mates. They shifted awkwardly foot to foot, guilty looks plastered across their faces. 

You groaned, rolling back over and burying your face in Christen’s pillow. It took everything in your power to say “go away, I’m mad at you” out loud. 

You knew it was childish, and your inner omega scolded you, but no matter what your instincts told you- how they acted wasn’t ok and you weren’t about to just let them off the hook. 

The bed behind you dipped, and a warm hand was placed on the blanket covering your hip. 

“We know,” Ali said softly. You felt another hand on your shoulder. 

“We’re so sorry that we flipped out and didn’t let you explain yourself,” Ashlyn added. 

You let out a long sigh,wide-eyed, and finally pulled the blanket away from your face. Your alphas let you roll over to face them (resting their hands on top of the blanket again once you had gotten settled), 

You squinted at their guilty faces. “You were knotheads,” 

Both alphas nodded, biting their lips to prevent a smile at your cuteness. “Yes, we were,”

“And overbearing assholes,” You added, again getting a nod. 

“That too,” Ali said softly, very slowly bringing a hand up to brush a sweaty strand of hair from your eyes. You leaned into her palm, nearly purring when she brushed her thumb along your jawline. Her touch cooled some of the flames rolling through you. 

“We didn’t have the right to talk to you the way we did. We know that being alphas doesn’t give us the right to tell you what to do and that we should have listened to you. We’re sorry and hope that you can forgive us,” Ashlyn said from your other side, running a gentle hand along the exposed skin of your shoulder, avoiding your mating mark (just like Ali avoided your scent gland). 

They wanted to offer you the comfort you so clearly craved, but they didn’t want to have an unfair advantage during this conversation. They would never try to use your instincts against you. 

“Never again,” You said seriously. 

“We swear,” The alphas said, equally as serious. They knew it would take a lot of work and many more conversations when you could think more clearly. 

You watched them for another few minutes, shivering when another wave of cramps rolled through you. 

“Make it stop, hurts,” You mumbled softly, living up the corner of the blanket to invite your alphas into your nest. 

They very carefully slid under the covers, both kissing your cheeks. “Don’t worry baby, we’ll take care of you,” 

And you trusted they would. They were stubborn knotheads sometimes, but they were your mates, and you would all put in the work to prevent something like this from happening again. They would always be there for you, whether you were pissed at them or not. 

[intercoursefluids]

You Lied to Me?

The Wayne Enterprises building was the most beautiful building Marinette had ever seen. The tour guide was a very sweet man and he loved telling jokes to try to get the class to laugh.

Unfortunately, Lila was on a roll today, lying about knowing the Waynes and growing up with the youngest son, and finding out that they were true mates.

Even if she was claiming that her true mate was Prince Ali a week before the trip was announced, god forbid Marinette points that out and makes Lila shed her crocodile tears.

Even Adrien, her own mate, took Lilas's side and yelled at her for pointing out her lies when she should just stay quiet.

It ended up leading into a huge argument between them that Marinette had to apologize for to get him to talk to her after 3 long weeks of him ignoring her existence.

“Bruce Wayne funds multiple charities around the world in honor of his late parents, he has several adoptive children and a single blood son. Bruce typically keeps his children out of the spotlight and most Gothamites are very good about keeping pictures with them off of the internet.”

As the tour guide talks, Marinette reaches out her hand for Adrien's just for him to brush her off and step away from her.

Wrapping her arms around herself she leaves his side to stand next to the tour guide. At least he tells jokes and tries to make this interesting.

Damian's POV:

“Master Damian, you should start heading to the office if you want to catch Master Dick before his lunch break is over.”

Running his hands over his face he thanks Alfred before grabbing his jacket and starting his car up.

He needed Dick to sign off on his trip to Paris, France since he was his temporary guardian until Father got back from his honeymoon with Selina.

Pulling up to the building he stops. Not because of the bright yellow bus sitting in the parking lot, no, it's because of the intoxicating scent of baked goods, plants, and rain wafting through the air.

Following the smell leads him to the tour group Grayson is leading into the cafeteria.

Walking to Grayson's side he passes him the permission slip, trying to understand why he wants to be near the Blue haired angel getting a lunch tray.

“Grayson, how can you tell if you’ve found your true mate?”

Grayson startles looking up from signing the papers.

“Well, their scent is one way, they will smell like absolute heaven to you and you can’t help but follow it. Another way is that when you see them you want to touch them so you can get your scent on them as well, and when you do touch them, it's electrifying. Literally and figuratively. Do you think you found them?”

Damian nods, his eyes following his mate as she looks for a table to sit at.

“She’s right there. The one with the blue hair.”

Grayson smiles, clapping Damian on the shoulder.

“She’s pretty.”

Damian snorts responding without even thinking.

“She’s beautiful, Grayson. ‘Pretty’ doesn’t even scratch the surface.”

Grayson coos at Damian, being thoroughly ignored.

Damian starts walking towards her, intent on introducing himself when he catches another scent just beneath hers.

Another male’s scent.

He freezes in place making Grayson stop his cooing to instead question him.

“What's wrong? Is it not her?”

Damian watches as she walks to a seat at an empty table away from the rest of her group.

“She-”

Damian cuts off as he watches someone stick out their foot and trip her. Her lunch spills everywhere as she falls to the floor.

Not thinking twice he rushes over to her, holding out his hand and helping her up.

Just like Grayson said little shocks travel up and down his arm and he finds himself never wanting to let go.

She has the most beautiful blue eyes he's ever seen and the most angelic voice he's eve- Oh wait she's talking.

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going and tripped, I’m so sorry!”

Damian just shakes his head, motioning for one of the janitors to come over and clean up the mess.

When he arrives she automatically drops down beside him to help pick up the mess muttering apologize the entire time.

Damian shifts his hand to her shoulder, subconsciously marking her with his scent and trying to overpower the other males.

“It’s fine honey, this stuff happens all the time. Why don’t you go hop back in line and get another tray? We wouldn’t want you to go hungry now.”

With the janitor's gentle prodding she finally stands up and gets another tray.

On her way back, Damian makes sure to keep an eye out for anyone else who wants to trip her.

The rest of lunch goes smoothly as she takes a seat at the table she was heading to and Damian watches her from his spot next to his brother.

Everything goes fine until they are about to finish the tour. A guy with blonde hair roughly grabs the girl with blue hair pulling her off to the side.

“Ow! Adrien, what’s wrong?”

Damian watches from Grayson's side, wanting to go help but certain she can handle herself.

“You know exactly what you did, Marinette. Don’t play stupid.”

A low growl leaves his chest as his mate is insulted.

“Adrien, you’re not making any sense. What did I do?”

He grabs both her wrists, shaking her violently.

“You belong to me! You are mine Marinette! Trying to get me jealous by flirting with that other guy? Really?! How low can you sink?! It's pathetic!”

She pushes away from him, rubbing at her wrists with the start of a bruise forming.

Damian starts to make his way over, a low, vicious rumbling in the back of his throat.

Grayson, seeing how mad Damian follows him.

“What the hell are you talking about?! I wasn’t flirting with anyone! I fell because Lila stuck her foot out and tripped me! It wasn’t my fault!”

Their argument starts to attract the attention of the other workers, a few running to find security.

Damian starts running as he watches the guy's hand clench before raising it.

He strikes her. Hard.

‘Marinette’ being caught off guard, loses her balance and falls to the ground, turning to look at him before he roughly grabs her by one of her pigtails and pulls her up to his face, and screams at her.

“Don’t talk back to me! I own you and you will do as I say! Do you understand?!”

She pushes him away.

“Whoever decided that you were my true mate was wrong. Dead wrong!”

He snarls, pulling his fist back to strike her.

Damian gets there first.

The next thing everyone knows is Damian Wayne is standing protectively in front of the girl and the guy is several feet away clutching his cheek and groaning.

Grayson kneels next to Marinette, helping her to her feet and taking Damian’s coat from his outstretched hand to wrap around her shoulders.

“Are you okay?”

She nods as he pulls her closer to him away from the fight that is likely to break out before a loud screeching voice cuts through the air.

“True mates? With him? Please Marinette, I knew you were ignorant but I didn’t think you were stupid. I am Adriens true mate. Not you.”

Damian stands up making his way to Marinette, taking her in his arms as she starts to shake.

“What are you talking about Lila? Adrien was there on my birthday, he said we were mates!”

‘Lila’ cackles as other people gasp, some with their phones out recording the entire thing.

“Oh please, did you just take his word for it? Why didn’t you just check his scent? That’s always been the easiest way to tell. Go ahead, I won’t even mess with you.”

She stays frozen looking straight at the boy claiming to be her mate.

“I can’t. I lost my sense of smell when I was a kid. I couldn’t check even if I wanted to.”

Lila looks surprised now, before looking on sadly.

“You really had no idea he was lying, did you?”

She starts shaking, taking a hesitant step towards Adrien.

“Adrien? W-what's she talking about? It’s not true. Is it?”

Her voice ends in a broken whisper, eyes tearing up as he slowly stands up and walks to her.

“You are mine, Marinette. You were mine the moment you put on those earrings. I mean seriously if I don’t take you who will?”

She flinches as he steps closer, his voice getting louder with hysteria.

“Nobody likes you, Mari! I am all you have left now! You want to leave me? HA! I’d like to see you try it.”

At the end of his ‘speech’ he roughly grabs her arm pulling a whimper from her and a very, VERY dangerous sounding snarl from Damian.

Ripping Adrien's hand from her arm while being as gentle as possible to not hurt her he pulls her behind him handing her off to his brothers entrusting them to take care of her.

“Who do you think you are grabbing her like that?”

The words are accentuated with the deep growl rumbling from his chest.

“I don’t see how it's any of your business, what I do with MY personal belongings.”

Damian picks Adrien up by his neck slamming him against the nearest wall.

“Don’t talk about her like she's an object.”

Adrien, being the Buffon with no sense of self-preservation he is, laughs.

“Oh yeah? What's it to you how I treat her? Not like you would want her for anything other than her body anyway.”

Adrien sneers down at Damian, even as he slowly starts to turn purple in the face from his grip on his neck.

Slowly tightening his grip even more he watches as the blonde idiot starts to flail from the lack of breathing. Fighting to get a single breath of air.

“Do not act as if I would ever treat my mate in such a way.”

His voice is deadly, sending shivers down even the security guards spines.

Everyone watches on, some with their phones recording, certain that they are about to see Damian Wayne, their bosses son, about to commit a murder in the lobby.

And no one is even going to try and stop him.

That is until a small pale hand lands on his arm, shooting sparks all the way to his heart.

“Is it true? Are you really my true mate?”

Damian nods ever so slowly, never taking his eyes off the blonde who is slowly losing consciousness.

Two thin, lethal arms wrap around his waist from behind.

“Please stop. I just want to leave right now. Will you take me?”

Without another word Damian drops the barely conscious man, taking his coat off and wrapping it around Marinette's shoulders, tucking her into his side as he swiftly walks her out of the building.

Adrien slowly gets up, trying to chase after them only to be cut short by the three eldest Wayne brothers.

All armed with glares that could kill.

Behind them stands all of the Wayne enterprises employees, making a human barrier between the newly found mates and Adrien.

The brother with the white piece of hair steps forward pushing Adrien back down to the ground.

“I think we need to have a little talk.”

[sarcasticallybee]

Not according to plan

Liam Dunbar x Reader

This is a one shot where you are Scott's little sister and the pack saves you, and you bond with Liam. I know stupid but hey.

"Y/n hurry up!" Scott hollered up the stairs to his sister, you.

"I'm coming! Coming coming!" You hollered back quickly pulling your sneakers on.

Scott stated that you were coming with him to a pack meeting. Apparently you could be in danger if he left you alone. You sprinted down the stairs slipping down three before catching yourself.

"I'm ready let's go!" You hollered grabbing your backpack and sprinting out the door.

Scott quickly followed you and you both hopped into Stiles' Jeep.

Driving to Derek's didn't take as long as you thought, but his home was pretty isolated and creepy.

"Scott you have some weird friends..." You said taking in the whole houses' appearance. Scott just shrugged and walked up to the porch knocking on the door.

"Derek, it's Scott!" He hollared. A tall man came to the door glaring, and if looks could kill you would so be dead.

"Oo someone is cranky." You teased.

He growled at you. Literally growled. Before you could say or do anything Scott interjected.

"Derek, this is my little sister y/n. Y/n this is Derek." Derek had a look of understanding and then he smirked.

"So you're the little runt Scott and Stiles were talking about! The one that couldn't protect herself!" He looked smug as your face turned red.

Oh yeah you were really pissed, even so you smiled.

"And you sir must be the sour wolf I'm told about who doesn't know when to pull his head out of his ass!" You grinned smugly.

Derek looked pissed but just glared.

"Anyway let's get inside. The pack meeting needs to be started. Immediately." Scott growled a little annoyed.

"Right." Derek grunted turning and walking inside your brother, Stiles, and you following close behind.

"They're here." Derek stated leaning against one of the walls.

"Y/n! It's so nice to see you again!" Lydia shrieked.

You smiled.

"Hey Lyds. Where's Ali?" You inquired tilting your head. It took all she had not to squeal.

"She couldn't make it today but I promise I'll let her know you said hi." You were about to respond when Derek interrupted.

"Listen girls this isn't a reunion. This is serious. So stop jabbing, sit down, and listen." You growled at him your eyes changing from sweet and innocent to ready to kill.

"Look mutt I suggest you don't tell me what to do." You smiled once again and sat down.

The mood change surprised everyone in the room, including your brother, except for one. Liam. He'd seen that side of you before. When a girl was being bullied, you stood up for her. The guys had run away with piss streaming down their legs. He would've laughed had he not known why. He was terrified himself and he was pretty far away.

"Alright! Calm down guys we need to figure out this whole thing. There is something targeting out friends and families and we need to stop them." Scott interrupted Liam's thoughts.

"Right, but do you have any idea what you are looking for or are you just fishing for ideas?" You inquired.

Everyone looked to you and then down slightly shameful.

"Great! You morons were planning on just going in blind and hoping for the best! That wouldn't work and it's reckless and stupid." You exclaimed.

Honestly if they do this all the time how the hell are they still alive and not trying to kill each other?

"Look runt you are only here for your safety so shut your yipping trap." Derek growled obviously pissed you were giving an opinion.

"Okay hot shot what's your big plan then?" you crossed your arms glaring.

He opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it.

"Exactly. None of you have a plan. How do you plan to protect your friends and family like that?" You sighed.

They had no answers.

"Okay guys don't pout about it. Work on it. Let's get to work!" You smiled softly, giving everyone a little nudge in the right direction, and a light of hope.

~Le time skip to an hour later~

"Everyone got that?" Scott asked as he looked at everyone in the room.

Soon everyone agreed and knew what to do.

"Great let's hope this works. Y/n let's go." Scott grabbed your backpack handing it to you.

"K Scotty~" you sang skipping out to the Jeep.

"She's cute." Derek grunted to Scott.

"And smart." Lydia added walking out the door.

"Yeah. I'm sure she'd be a great asset to the pack Scott. Keep her safe and close." Derek stated.

Scott nodded and went outside to meet with you and Stiles.

"Let's go home guys." Scott smiled.

Once you arrived at the house it was around 9:00 so you went up to your room and watched some YouTube. Just random videos and somehow you had ended up on a how to talk to giraffes video. You laughed uncontrollably for a while until you heard something at your window making you stop. You looked at your alarm clock. 11:23pm. Where did the time go?

You walked towards the window and looked out your phone gripped tightly in your hand. A snarling something jumped at you from outside scaring you terribly. You fell backwards and your heart raced. Your breathing became labored and you quickly crawled into the hallway.

"Scott! Scott the thing is here and wants to eat me!" Your voice quaked as you slipped into your brothers room.

You looked around but didn't see him. You quickly grabbed the baseball bat in the corner and hid in his closet calling your idiot brother. Bzzz! Bzzz!

"Hello? Y/n?"

"Scotty I swear to God if you don't get your ass here now-" You were cut off by glass shattering in your room.

"Y/n oh my god are you okay? Y/n!?" Scott asked his voice full of brotherly worry.

"Does it sound like I'm okay!? Please hurry!" You trembled.

Scott was about to answer when snarls filled the house. You hung up on your brother and held your mouth trying not to cry. Everyone had agreed to stay in pairs but here you were. All alone.

"Guys! We've got to go! This thing is after y/n! This was a decoy!" Scott yelled.

Everyone looked at him and finished their fights with the decoys, then sprinted to their cars and sped to the McCall's house.

~~~Back to you~~~

The snarling thing soon came to Scott's room sniffing you out. You were terrified. You gripped the wooden bat tighter ready to swing. Soon the closet door which you locked from the inside began to shudder. This thing was trying to get in!

"Oh my god." Your voice broke.

The shuddering immediately stopped. You were tempted to step out, but you'd seen the movies and that never ended well.

"Scott, please hurry." You whispered.

Just as your heart was beginning to calm down the closet door flew off the hinges and that 'thing' stared down at you. Your throat closed, leaving you gasping for air. The creature had spikes surrounding it's body, beady red eyes, rows and rows of teeth, clawed hands, a large hunched over body with a small, boney, skeletal skull. You quickly grabbed the bat and swung. It's head went flying off into a corner of the room. You expected the creature to fall dead, instead it walked over to it's head and picked it up, and placed it back onto it's body, a cracking sound filling the room.

You screamed loudly and ran out of Scott's room, bat still in hand. You rushed down the stairs slipping down them. All of them. Your breath was taken out of your lungs, but you quickly stood up and ran outside. No, you were not going to die like this.

You turned around and looked into the house. The creature was on the roof, beady eyes never blinking at you. Your breath caught in your throat as you quickly turned and sprinted into the woods. As if your luck wasn't bad enough the creature chased after you. That being said you were thankful Scott and Stiles insisted on teaching you how to run and dodge during a chase.

"H-holy hell!" You screamed.

This thing had to be 7 or 8 feet tall. You looked for an escape but saw none except for trees and a highway up ahead. A highway. You ran faster and hoped your judgement was right. As you sped onto the road you saw headlights. The car stopped immediately, but it wasn't any car it was a Jeep.

"Y/n!? What the hell are you doing!?" Stiles exclaimed.

"Running!" You yelled back as you quickly jumped into the back seat.

"Drive. Turn this thing around and DRIVE!" You screamed as the thing came out of the woods after you.

"Holy crap!" Stiles yelled hitting the gas. Scott was sitting in front quickly turned around to face you.

"Y/n, are you okay? How the hell did you out run that!?" He exclaimed as Stiles sped away from what ever that 'thing' was.

"I just ran! It came into the house and tried eating me! I hid in your closet with your bat, and-"

Stiles cut you off.

"Seriously do any of you play baseball!?" You and Scott glared at him.

"No." You both answered with deadpan expressions.

"Anyway! The thing IS STILL FOLLOWING US!" You shrieked as you looked behind you and on to the road.

Stiles took a sharp turn and headed towards the high school.

"Y/n! Does this thing have any weaknesses you could find!?" Scott inquired.

You looked at him your e/c eyes wide in shock.

"None. I knocked it's head off and it just walked over and put it back on." You stated still watching the 7 to 8 foot tall beast follow.

Once you were at the high school you ran to the lacrosse field, Scott and Stiles close behind.

"What the hell! Y/n are you okay?" Lydia quickly checked on you and soon gasped.

"Oh my god." She whispered.

Everyone was looking and you began to panic.

"What? What is it?" You stammered.

"Y/n did the thing touch you at all?" Derek questioned glaring at your back and side.

"No. Not at all I wouldn't let it get close enough." You answered.

"Then why do you have scratches and bruises?" He asked again as if you were guilty of something.

"I-i fell down the stairs. All of them. And also ran through the woods...?" You answered hoping it would satisfy him and his prying eyes.

" Right." You soon realized why everyone was gasping.

In the little time you had fallen your whole back and your ribs were blue and purple and red.

"Ouch!" You yelped when Lydia pressed on your spine.

"Look we don't have time for this the thing is-" you were cut off by a screetching. Everyone turned and saw the spiked beast.

"Still out there." You finished your voice soft.

"Liam! Get y/n out of here! Now." Scott ordered as they all went in for the attack.

Liam grabbed your hand dragging you to the locker room.

"Are you okay? Do you need anything?" He whispered checking you over himself.

"I- I am fine. Promise." You smiled.

In all honesty your back hurt like a bitch and you were worried about your brother. You were also terrified the thing would kill everyone you cared about and then would eat you making you suffer.

"You know I can tell when you are lying." Liam smirked at you softly.

You looked at him and rushed into his arms wrapping your arms around his neck sobbing into his shoulder. He was right you were lying, but after what you had been through who wouldn't be terrified?

Soon Stiles came in for both of you but found you both asleep on the floor in Liam's lap. He reported it to Scott, but they both knew you guys had a home to be too. Scott picked you up and took you to the Jeep, and Stiles woke Liam. Everyone was just ready to go home.

A/n

Soooo whatcha think? Good? bad? Anyway I hope you enjoyed this story! Have a magnificent time you unsupervised critters! 🐾💞

[flyinglotus777]

Netflix’s Squid Game

SPOILER ALERT! If you are interested in watching the series, I HIGHLY suggest you do so. This article will be an overall synopsis and my review of the show. For an in-depth analysis of the symbolism of the show and ending, scroll down to the fourth to last paragraph.

The Netflix show, “Squid Game,” written and directed by Hwang Dong-hyuk is a phenomenal Korean drama centered around our victor, Seong Gi-hun, played by Lee Jung-jae. Contestants were recruited to play in a life or death competition due to their lack of luck, financial knowledge, and influx of impending debt they have accumulated throughout their lives. We first meet Gi-hun as he is down on his luck. Living with his elderly, overworked mother (which in countries outside of the United States is not strange nor uncommon) Gi-hun was a friend to gambling, but that toxic love caused him to be in debt to a gang of (what seemed to be) loan sharks. When luck finally strikes him on the race track, life simultaneously decides to take an excrement on his reality. His debt seekers catch him on his hot streak and involuntarily sign him up to be a participant in the Squid Game.

Similar to many other of the 456 participants, they all shared a common denominator of being in situations it seemed only money could fix. Upon arrival the contestants were asked to voluntarily sign wavers in order to participate in the game, while unknowingly risking their lives, for the opportunity to win 456 billion won (which would be roughly over $3.5 million in US currency). The challenges were mostly based on nostalgic childhood games, both based in the United States and South Korea.

Now I knew due to the explanation in the introduction of episode one that if any player were to lose, they would die. So during the first challenge of red light green light, when players were bulletly penalized for losing I was not surprised. After the game, the players decided to rally together and quit playing. The influence of the cash prize split the decision down the middle, leaving the old man, player 1, to be the final decision. To my surprise he actually chose to decline, freeing all of the players. During the voting, many players screamed at each other as to why they would choose to stay in the hell hole as other players responded that the outside world was not any better if not the same as the harsh environment they were already in. This reality struck many contestants as they returned back to their reality of debt, dependents, and for some bounty hunts, thus resulting in them returning to the game.

During the whole season, I was trying to find the purpose of these games. We knew why the participants felt motivated to play, but I wondered what was the purpose of having them fight for their lives in the first place. When the PlayStation faced soldiers forced the doctor (player 111) to dissect the bodies for organs to sell at the black market, at first I thought that it was what the original game maker wanted which I thought was genius. Soon to learn that it was actually a violation to a code of equality that was placed inside the arena applying to all of those who existed, soldiers and participants alike. Which struck me as odd due to the soldiers being able to tote guns and wear masks based on their own hierarchy and the participants being collectively isolated and given numbers as if it was a remake of the Stanford Prison experiment. Nonetheless many soldiers faced the same fate as the players, and my pondering would meet the solution come the finale.

Let’s discuss players. I only favored Gi-hun because he was the protagonist, but throughout the story he grew on me as his big heart prevailed through the madness. I knew Choo Sang-woo, the embezzling business man and hometown friend of Gi-hun played by Park Hae-soo, was a psychopath when I saw him in a fully filled bathtub with his suit on. Running from the police, in debt or not, that’s just as much of a red flag for serial killer tendencies as sleeping with socks on or having too thin and highly arched eyebrows. The episode that he crossed Ali, the father of one from Pakistan with the missing fingers, made me hate Sang-woo for the rest of the series. I was infuriated and frustrated with Ali for being that naïve to believe that they could escape the round as a duo, but understood his perspective since up until that point Sang-woo was a dependable, trusted ally to Ali. However after that episode I didn’t care who won, I was just ready for Sang-woo to die.

Kang Sae-byeok, the skeptical and beautiful warrior from North Korea played by Jung Ho-yeon, deserves her own paragraph. Along with her beauty, her presence and demeanor was so bad ass. She was thrifty and intelligent, as her talent being pick pocketing. I was waiting for her to just be so bad ass. As the punk disguised to be gangster, Jang Deok-su, pushed her around which seemed to be normal behavior between the two, I was ready for Sae-byeok to twist his arm, send a plunging round house kick to his nuts, and cut his snake tattoo right off of his face. Although her exterior was tough, her heart was made of malleable gold which we got to see as she opened up to her female companion during the marble challenge and sobbed from her loss afterwards. Although she was not the killer bad ass queen I had wanted her to be, I still call her a warrior because of her resiliency throughout life’s and the game’s many obstacles and her drive to provide her younger brother with a better life.

Thankfully Deok-su got what he deserved as Han Mi-nyeo poetically decided to take both of their lives during the glass challenge. “You said we would be together till the end,” she said before diving into her inevitable death with her short lived lover. Mi-nyeo was incredibly annoying as I would often pinch the inside corners of my eyes and scratch my eyebrows when she would appear. However that crazy bitch served justice, and I love her for that.

I was highly disappointed by the demise of the detective Hwang Jun-ho, played by the handsome Wi Ha-joon. I was rooting for detective Jun-ho, as I’m sure we all were, on his pursuit to find his brother. I was not surprised that his brother was Front Man, as I had suspected that his brother must’ve died or been apart of the game making due to his absence in real life and the current game. After discovering his brother was the victor of his year, to me it only made sense that he would be apart of the game enforcement. As we saw from Gi-hun, a normal life is impossible to live after experiencing something so traumatic as a series of death ridden children games. However I was saddened and surprised that detective Jun-ho was unsuccessful in closing down the whole operation. I mean the man was close to performing forced, aristocratic fellatio in the name of serving and protecting the law. I truly thought because he had gotten so far and was so close to exposing the operation that the only choice he had was to be successful. At last he was shot and killed by his own blood, the one he had been looking for; providing us with a cinematic and heart jerking ending to detective Jun-ho.

Lastly lets discuss the old man, player 001 named O Yeong-su, whom I also nicknamed Poppy during the series. Deceivingly innocent and weak, I genuinely liked Yeong-su throughout the game play. I thoroughly enjoyed his relationship with Gi-hun and saw him as a valuable player in most instances. I believe he was one of the main reasons that Gi-hun continued to lead with his heart. Gi-hun claimed that Yeong-su was the reason he returned to the games and later found out that Yeong-su was the reason there were games in the first place. The climatic episode of the marble challenge was when their relationship had been defined as “gganbu” (which is a term for trusted, close friends in Korean, as explained in the series), thus Yeong-su establishing a special place in Gi-hun’s heart. During the challenge, Yeong-su begins to have an episode of what we all assumed to be dementia as the arena they are playing in is designed like his old neighborhood and he abandons the game to take a trip down memory lane. Gi-hun screams in frustration at the old man to play with him only to end up losing in their even and odd game and resulting in deceit, tricking the old man to let him be the victor. Now if I was Gi-hun, I would’ve convinced Yeong-su to let me hold his marbles for safe keeping and let him have a fun time reminiscing on his life while he ran down the clock. Then when it was time, I would’ve turned in all 20 marbles just as Sang-woo did and went about my business. It would’ve only been right for the old man to forfeit as he was already on his death bed, or so we innocently thought. Before I get into the ending, I want to talk about the last match between Sang-woo and Gi-hun.

Finally, the last game to see who would be victorious in a highly anticipated game of Squid between Gi-hun and Sang-woo. It seemed as if it were a battle between good vs evil; Gi-hun representing a more benevolent side as he would often optimistically look to help other competitors and extend the kindness he had been shown versus Sang-woo who represented a more vindictive and ruthless side, determined to hurt anyone in order to receive his highly coveted and long awaited prize in an arena that erased any foundation of morals or ethics as soon as the light turned red. Luck was on Gi-hun’s side as he had the opportunity to play offense. With a cunning mind and a vengeance for Sae-byeok’s death, Gi-hun delivered a can of whoop ass to his opponent. As the saying goes, the good shall always prevail. Perhaps his heart was too pure as Gi-hun halted from crossing the finish line and offered Sang-woo a chance to live, thus forfeiting the prize money. Needless to say, I applauded when Sang-woo committed suicide as it was the only right thing to do in his position.

A year passed by and Gi-hun seemed worse than before. Physically his style was bummy wealthy, a look pioneered by Bill Gates, but mentally he was in shambles. How could you blame him? Gi-hun discovered that the responsible party for these horrendous events was none other than his ggangbu, old man Yeong-su. The biggest, jaw dropping plot twist of the entire series. As they were joined on Christmas Eve and Yeong-su on his death bed, they placed one final bet on an assumed to be drunken, homeless man who sat on the streets as it snowed and waited for help to arrive. Yeong-su explained how he actually wanted to help people and give his money to people who needed it, but wanted to do it in an “entertaining way.” As Gi-hun flared with outrage towards the old man for finding amusement in killing people, the old man rebutted using horse races as an example of people’s amusement. Yeong-su also said he participated in the games because it was more fun to play than to be a spectator, which I had noticed him treating the competition as if it were adult summer camp. I had just assumed since he was old, he didn’t care if he had died or not.

I think most people will think that this show was a metaphor about how money and rich people are evil. However I think it can be seen as commentary on society as a whole, not just the wealthy. Yeong-su says on his death bed that it’s a test of humanity, and asks Gi-hun if he still has faith in humanity after what he has experienced. Although money was the luring motivator to win the game, people still chose to return to the competition to escape their problems. Sure, money was apart of their problems as all of the players (excluding Yeong-su) were in debt, but that was due to choices that they had made. Whether it had been through embezzling, gambling, lack of luck, or financial ignorance, it was the people who had gotten themselves into those situations. Money doesn’t have a personal vendetta against anyone nor does it have an inherent quality of good or evil. Money is a neutral energy used to be exchanged for goods and services. It’s people who designate that energy to their humane or inhumane desires.

Leading to the next point of the wealthy and how they are seen to be evil due to having wealth. Although I do believe that there are some wealthy people who act as villains, money didn’t create the villain inside of them. Those people were going to behave maliciously whether they have money or not. The VIPs, who were spectating the finale of challenges, were tied to a bank devoted to the wealthy and gambled on the competitors who played (and most likely helped subsidize the events). We place judgement on them, but as Yeong-su said, people gamble on horse races. Although people are not animals and by my knowledge I don’t believe most or any horses die during these races, it is still the principle of watching an entity being tortured for amusement, which is not only confined to the wealthy population. When the concept of killing and tormenting living breathing beings for amusement is normalized within society, the lines begin to blur on who is okay to perform and who is not. Take the audience of this show for example, we all watched a show where hundreds of people were mercilessly killed for the desire of winning a cash prize for our own amusement, thus making “Squid Game” the number one show on Netflix at the moment. Although the show is fictional and brilliantly written, this Hunger Games concept is not new. We come in contact again and again with the idea of people who are disadvantaged given an opportunity to better their lives through inhumane means, including risking their own lives or actively sacrificing the life of another, and being spectators on the edge of our seats who can’t seem to look away. It is no different than a Roman gladiator match in a grand colosseum, which in modern day would be a MMA fight at the MGM hotel. We blame it on the rich who are ridiculed for creating these events, but at the end of the day it is the people, rich,poor, and everyone in between, who continue to still go along with it and to some extent desire it. Which makes me question, what does that say about humanity, and do I actually have faith in us? Although Gi-hun went through hell and back, he still remained pure of heart and used his wealth to enhance his life and those around him; proving that wealthy people can still be benevolent and desire righteous good. Similar to Gi-hun, the optimist in me wants to believe that there are still people in this world with good hearts, but I guess we just have to wait until the time comes to see.

Ultimately the show was phenomenal, and definitely sparked a desire inside of me to watch more Korean dramas. I don’t think the show will have a second season. Simply because I think the story line would be better cut off there, thus leaving the audience always wanting more. However if season 2 ever comes out, I’m ready for Gi-hun to take a Liam Neeson approach to ending the Squid Game and hopefully with a beard. Thank you for reading my article. I know it was incredibly lengthy. I have just finished the season after a 2 day binge watch, and have a lot of emotions and thoughts ruminating in my brain. Let me know what you think of the show and what you think of the article. Did anyone else notice the paintings of the games on the walls of the dormitory?

God bless.