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summary: joel & tess find you beaten and bloody on the streets in the q zone. they bring you to their place to nurse you back to health but when you try to leave they aren’t so quick to let you go.

warnings: soft!dark joel x afab!reader x softdark!tess. dubcon → noncon. mention of blood/injuries. drug use. threesome. stockholm syndrome. forced drugging. no beta.

word count: 5.0k

author’s note: barely read this over, sorry, i just wanted to get it posted. first time writing for joel & tess. hope people enjoy it! title & lyrics by Depeche Mode.

☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ☾

There'll be times, when my crimes Will seem almost unforgivable I give in to sin Because you have to make this life livable - Strangelove

A puddle drenches your shoe as you absentmindedly step into it splashing water up the back of your leg. If FEDRA hadn’t kept you working overtime you’d already be in the safety of your little studio apartment.

Damn FEDRA and their crappy ass street lights. Barely half of them were lit leaving the damp roads dark and gloomy and perfect for thieving or worse.

You’d made a life for yourself during the outbreak, kept mostly to yourself besides working and going on illegal runs from time to time. The few runs you did were with Joel and Tess, the couple all of QZ was afraid of and knew to keep on their good side. They looked out for you whenever you ran with them and slipped you ration cards or found supplies as payment. 

A dog barks in the distance and makes you look down the road you came up. A shadowy figure looms in the distance. They’re far enough to not cause trouble but you keep moving, even a bit faster now.

Your skin prickles as a cool breeze blows by. You hug yourself to keep warm and catch a glance over your shoulder again to find the stranger has gained on you. 

Your heart lodges in your throat and you break into an all-out sprint. Your lungs burn and you pray to make it home safe as the figures booming footfalls get louder and louder.

You round a corner too fast, digging your heels into the concrete when you spot a small, dark doorway perfect to hide in. You hold your breath and wait for the stranger to pass but they never do. 

Time drags on. You wait for as long as you can, willing your heart to slow before peeking around the brick wall. 

Suddenly you’re hit in the face with your eye socket taking the brunch of the blow. 

Searing pain erupts in your right eye and you yell as you collapse against the wall. You blindly strike out at the assailant, only catching a glimpse of an old gray bandana before something hard hits your ankle.

You scream in agony as the muscle and tendons tear from the bone forcing you to fall to the ground. A lone cement step slams against your temple on your way down and you drown in a sea of black.

 The first thing you notice is the pain. 

Your right eye socket feels like it wants to cave in and your ankle pounds like it has a pulse. You sleepily blink your eyes open, wincing at the sting in your right eye before rolling over in a bed that was much too big to be your own.

You sit up with a gasp, your ankle radiates with sharp, burning pain that makes you dizzy. You hear movement to your right as you collapse back onto the bed with a whimper.

“She’s awake.” A gruff, Texan accent states from across the room. 

More movement and then a warm hand smooths across your forehead. “Welcome back to the world of the living.” 

Your brow furrows at the woman standing over you. “Tess?” 

“You got quite the shinner.” The dirty blonde muses as she traces the raised flesh that surrounds your eye. 

You wince, pulling away from her touch. “What am I doing here?”  

She purses her lips at your tone. “We found you on our way home from a run last night. Took you in and cleaned you up.” She pauses as she looks over your wounds. “A thank you would be fucking nice.” 

Your jaw clenches. “Thanks.”

“What the hell were you doing out so late?” Joel grunts from his place at the foot of the bed. His hands fall to his hips and he sets his hard eyes on you. “Well?”

You fiddle with the blankets, close to cowering under their combined stares. “FEDRA kept us late. I had no choice.” You mutter, hating that you looked so weak in front of them. Bits and pieces from the assault flash across your mind causing tears to spring to the surface and make your eyes sting. Oh, how you wish you were in your own bed so you could cry in private.

Tess gathers you in her arms despite your protest. “Shh. None of that. You’re safe now.”

Joel steps around the bed and leans his hands on the edge. “Did you get a good look?”

The warmth coming from Tess makes you sleepy and you slowly shake your head. “No. It was too dark.” You exhale, as the room spins from the energy it took to have the small conversation.

Joel pushes himself away and drags a hand over his beard clearly perturbed as he stalks into the adjoining your before you hear a door slam shut.

Tess rocks you softly before turning you on your side. She drapes herself along your back spooning your frame as you fall into a deep sleep once again.

You awake a few hours later from a light, disorientated sleep with Tess still wrapped around you. 

It was strange being so close to the woman who made others in the QZ tremble with fear. She was a beautiful woman. Whenever you did a run with them you had to shut out your thoughts about her because many times just being in her presence made you feel like a kid with a schoolyard crush.

The front door opens softly and boots shuffle across the worn floor. Joel appears around the corner spotting your worried gaze instantly. 

Joel was not a man to cross. You knew little of his life before the outbreak and you really didn’t want to know. He was a guard dog with a permanent scowl. After every successful run with the pair, you hoped to see a little smile on the broad Texan but all you got was a silent nod of praise.

Joel removes his jacket and lays it over the foot of the bed. He’s wide awake with skin flushed and sweat peppering his forehead like he just came back from a fight. He had no wounds, at least that you could see, aside from red, swollen knuckles.   

He sinks into the bed with a groan. You’re forced to face him as Tess is plastered against your back, spooning your spine with her soft warmth.

“How’s the ankle?” he whispers, rolling onto his side to get a good look at you. His southern accent soothes your nerves like a hot cup of tea.

He seems to care which is odd considering he never paid much attention to you before. Many times you’d tripped and fallen while out with them and he barely looked back.  

You tuck your hands under your cheek with a pained sigh. “Fucking hurts. Like a butt load.” 

Joel scoffs at the silly remark but a light smirk tugs the corners of his lips. Your heart is close to beating out of your chest at the sight. 

His softening eyes scan your face carefully. “How long you been awake?”

“Not sure. The pain has kept me tossing and turning.” you exhale, shakily.

“Here,” he reaches into his pocket taking out a small, cracked pill. “Take this. It’ll help.” 

“What is it?” you reach for it, cautious to not wake Tess.

“Oxy.” He states casually before popping three of the broken pills himself and rolling onto his back.

You stare at him and then at the pill. “What’ll it do?”

“Help you sleep.” He grits before giving you a reassuring nod. “It’ll be okay.”

The bitterness makes you pull a face as swallow it down and Joel chuckles. “You’re not supposed to taste it.”

“Well, I normally take pills with water.” You grimace as the pill slowly slides down your throat. 

Joel sighs through his nose as he lays his right hand on your hip and lets it rest there. “Just relax. You’ll feel better once you sleep.”

Your skin burns under the weight of his hand and from the arm that Tess has strewn across your belly keeping you attached to her.

How did you end up here? Why are they doing this? You’re a nobody taking up space in a world that easily chews people up like you and spits them out.  

“Could we cut the fucking chatter now?” Tess grumbles and hugs you tighter to her body.

“Sorry.” You and Joel say in unison. 

You lay awake listening to the older pair breathe deeply until the drug takes effect and drags you into a dreamless state.

The bed is empty when you wake up the next day. It takes a moment to remember your surroundings as the drug slowly dissolves from your system. Dishes clash in the attached kitchen and catch your attention. You see Tess popping two slices of toast out of a toaster and depositing them on a plate before turning in your direction.

She gives you a soft smile when she sees you’re awake. You try to sit up but instantly stop when your ankle throbs forcing a pained whimper from your lips.

“Hey, take it easy.” Tess says curtly, grabbing you under the armpits and easily lifting you into a seated position at the head of the bed.

She sits next to you on the bed, leaning against the wall holding the plate of the delicious smelling toast. Despite the pain, your mouth is watering. 

“Are you hungry?” She asks as she tears into a slice of toast and brings it to your lips. 

You grab at the slice but she snatches it away with a “tsk”. “I don’t want you over-exerting yourself. Just relax.” She gives you a pointed look when you roll your eyes but you give in when your belly rumbles.

“Good girl.” She smirks at your submission and slowly feeds you bite after bite of the dry toast.

“How’d you sleep?” Tess asks as she drapes an arm around your shoulder. Her warmth slightly eases your suffering making you melt into her side.

“Not so good. My ankle kept me up.” You grumble into her shoulder. “But Joel gave me something and that helped me sleep for a few hours.”

Tess rests her chin on your head and smiles into your hairline. “You should take another one. Make sure you keep up with it so the pain doesn’t get too bad.”

She leaves the bed for a moment, placing the dirty dish in the sink before coming back with a glass of water and the familiar pill except this one isn’t cracked in half. “Drink up.”

You swallow the med without thought as your ankle rages. “How many of those do you have? I don’t want to be taking your stash. I don’t have enough to pay you back.” You ask, concerned.

“Hush.” The older woman waves away your worry and plants herself next to you once more. “The pain meds help keep you relaxed and that’s all we want.” Her tone hints at something more but you’re too distracted by the pain to notice.

You anxiously play with the worn seam of the blanket, looking for the right words when suddenly you blurt out. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you and Joel.” Your face heats to a million degrees and you want to sink into the bed and disappear. 

“Hey, no need to say anything.” Tess soothes your worry with a gentle touch to your cheek. “You’re safe, now. You’ll always be safe with us.”

Her smell invades your brain and you want to wrap yourself around her. The drug invades your blood and makes your brain and coherent thought hazy. You no longer feel any pain, only the softness of Tess.

You turn your body into hers and lay your head on her chest breathing deeply. “Mmm, nice. This nice.” You mumble. “Sooo soft and pretty.”

Your head bounces against her chest as she chuckles at your drugged statement. “Yeah? You think I’m pretty?”

Her lips curl into a grin as you dumbly nod and look up at her. She gazes at your slackened features, knowing you weren’t in your right mind and kisses you anyways. A satisfied sigh puffs from your lips against hers as she deepens the kiss.

Your hands fist her shirt with a ragged moan as you simultaneously melt into the caress and feel yourself being dragged into a deep slumber. 

Tess breaks the kiss and rubs the frown of wrinkles from your forehead. “Shhh. I’ll be here when you wake up.” 

By the third day, they let you eat at the table. 

Joel easily carried you over to the small dining set and placed you in the chair as if you were made of porcelain. He propped your injured ankle on his thigh while the three of you ate mostly in silence until Tess mentioned that they had to make a run outside the QZ for a few hours.

“I can head home when you guys leave.” You suggested, taking a long sip of water as you washed down the oxy that Joel had given to you. “Best I got out of here anyways.”

Tess chuckled and shook her head. “How the hell are you going to get around on that?” She nods towards your maimed foot.

You hadn’t thought that through. 

“Well, I -” you stumble looking for an answer when Tess cuts you off. “You’ll stay here for as long as it takes for that ankle to heal.” 

Joel stays quiet but sends you a soft smile and rests a reassuring hand over your swollen limb. “I left a few pills on the nightstand to get you through the day.” He says, tenderly as he stands and carefully lays your injured foot on the seat.

“Don’t be stupid and try to leave. We know where you live.” Tess quips with a wink before she and Joel step into the hallway and lock the door behind them.  

You spend most of the day in the single chair by the window letting the sun warm your bones while you read one of the random books they stowed away. You get around with a single crutch Joel brought home the morning after they rescued you.

You hop from the tiny living room to the kitchen to the bathroom whenever you needed it. You could barely put any pressure on your swollen foot without it screaming. Those little pills called out to you as your ankle felt like it had a pulse of its own. 

You hopped over and sat down on the mattress before picking up two of the pills and swallowing them down.

You lay back on the bed with a sigh and shut your eyes waiting for the pain to diminish. The sheets smell of Joel and Tess. His woodsy musk mixed with her surprisingly sweet scent drove you mad. Being alone in the apartment without them made your body hurt.

Bright, euphoric light began pouring into your veins as the oxy swan through your system. You laugh and curl into a ball on top of the comforter. Your brain feels like a balloon floating in the air as your body warms under the effect of the drug. 

You press your face into the sheets, conjuring up explicit images of Joel fucking Tess into the mattress. His muscles bulge with every thrust as she bucks against his cock, taking him deeper and deeper. 

You longed to know what it was like to be with them. What it felt like to be under Tess’s fingers and to feel Joel’s cock tear you open.

Your cunt clenches at the wicked thought and you grind yourself against the bedspread desperate for the tiniest relief. A wanton moan falls from your lips as the pleasure takes shelter in the base of your spine.

“My, my. What did we stumble onto?” Tess muses from her spot on the wall. You jolt and let out a shocked scream at the sudden intrusion. From her relaxed stance, it seems like she’d been there for a while. 

Your face swelters with embarrassment. You can’t meet her eyes as you try to right your clothing but make a shit show of it and collapse back onto the bed. 

“Awe, don’t hide on me now.” Tess stalks over and lifts your chin. She notices your glazed eyes and smirks. “Feelin’ pretty good, huh?”

You silently nod in her hold as the apartment door opens and familiar boots shuffle across the floor. The world spins as she molds herself to your side. “Those pills can sure make someone complaint.” She draws deft patterns on your belly, catching her fingers on your exposed skin making you moan from the light contact.

You shamelessly shove her fingers toward your aching core not aware of the broad man standing at the foot of the bed. Tess presses her lips to yours as she slides her hand beneath your panties. You both groan into one another when she finds your slick petals warm and weeping. 

“Seems like you were having a good time.” Tess glides her fingers through the sticky slice of you. Your hips rise off the bed as she drags languid circles around your clit making you whimper. “What were you thinking about?”

You whine and shove your face into her neck. “Go on. Tell me.”

It surprises you how quickly you fall in line for her. “You and Joel.” Your heart beats rapidly against you profess your desires. 

“Me and Joel…” Tess drags out the words forcing you to continue.

“Making me yours.” You moan before your spine bows with a torn gasp as Tess slowly presses her fingers into your pussy.

“Such a good girl.” Tess praises with a sigh as your body curls into her touch. “Isn’t she being so good for us, Joel?” 

Your cunt quivers at the mention of the man. Was he here the whole time?  

“Joel?” Your voice is a lithe whine as you blindly search for him with an outstretched arm, grasping at nothing but air. 

 “I’m here, Sweetheart.” A large, rough hand smothers your smaller one, encasing it completely in his hold. He gives your hand a squeeze and you purr from the simple, affection. Your big doe eyes meet his ravenous ones as they watch with fascination as your features twist in pleasure.

Your mind drowns in foggy arousal but every touch from Tess sets your nerves on fire. Heat rises in your belly as she plays with your cunt, drawing lewd gasps from your lips as she scissors your channel with expertise.

“You gonna let Joel and I fuck you? Make this tight cunt ours?” Tess asks as she settles her thumb over your clit and elicits frantic moans of approval from you despite your drugged state of mind. 

A dark growl sounds from above you. In a flash, your panties are torn from your hips, and your thighs are spread wide as Joel sinks between your legs. He latches his mouth to your searing center and all-out groans. 

You whimper in shock and sink your fingers into his salt-and-pepper tresses as he drags his tongue up your slit. Joel wraps his lips around your clit and sucks the tiny nub into his mouth producing a high-pitched whine from your open mouth. 

“Fuck she tastes good, Tess.” Joel mumbles into your sticky heat. “Just like we hoped.” A thick finger slides between your petals and curves along your channel making your spine arch as he finds what he was searching for and zeros in on it.

Your eyes find Tess as she sucks on her damp, slick coated fingers. “You gonna come for us, Sweetheart?” 

You dumbly nod. “I– yes, please. Can’t stop–” You stumble and moan as the pleasure crests. His tongue thrusts into your heat and unabashedly laves at your sweet hole. 

“Come on my tongue, pretty girl. Wanna drink you down.” Joel commands. He curls his fingers deep inside your cunt forcing you to the edge as you shatter around him. You come with a ragged shout, creaming all over his fingers and bearded jaw.

You come back to yourself just as something soft and unyielding prods your folds and ever so slowly pushes into your heat. The stretch is immense and painful. You’d gone so long without sex you’d forgotten how much prep you needed. 

“Fuck- she’s fucking tight, Tess.” Joel grunts, withdrawing his hips before carefully driving back into your soaked heat. “Don’t know how long I’ll last.”

Your body jolts with every powerful drive from the older man as he fucks you open. His cock drags blissfully against your walls; grazing your cervix with sharp kisses making you writhe and gasp from the massive intrusion.

“Don’t worry,” Tess says as she runs a hand through Joel’s graying hair. “This is just the beginning.” She smiles down at your worn state before laying down and cradling your head in her lap. 

Tess looks like an angel from where you’re laying. Everything feels like a dream as the overwhelming sensations of delight escalate. Joel’s hips punch the breath from your lungs with every drive as Tess holds you lovingly and whispers praises from above.

Your clit is overused and sensitive as Tess circles the tiny pearl pushing you closer to the edge. Your cunt milks his thick length forcing his hips to stutter as he buries himself as deep as he can go.

“You look so good between us, Sweetheart.” Tess comments with a tender smile. “Come on his cock. Wanna watch you come.” She lands a rapid succession of meaningful smacks to your clit forcing your body to convulse from the rough treatment.

“Shit– shit–” Joel curses with a hiss. His cock swells as your body locks around his girth with a hoarse shout. You tumble into the dark abyss you’ve come to know since being taken in by the pair.

You wake up the next day in the usual amount of pain but now the pain registers between your legs. Worry spikes in your belly as you cup yourself, did Joel come inside you? You had passed out before he finished. He wouldn’t have been so stupid, right?

The apartment was quiet. They must have gone out. You wince as you sit up, your body is tired and exhausted. Your brain pounds behind your eyes as you hold it in your hands before spying a note on the side table next to the bed.

Tess had scribbled a short note saying they had to go on a quick run and that they’d be back around 11am. She mentioned you should take a pill as soon as you woke to ease any pain caused by last night. She signed the note with two XXs.  

Your first instinct after reading the letter was to take some of the pills they’d left for you but a nagging feeling in your gut made you pause. 

You didn’t know what to make of this situation. Sure, you had a crush on the couple but you weren’t looking for a relationship. You enjoyed being on your own despite the loneliness from time to time. Your heart couldn’t bear to lose anyone else after losing so much after the outbreak.

There was no point in staying here any longer since you could stand on your two feet. Granted putting half the amount of pressure on your injured ankle made your nerves pulse in pain. Still, you’d made it this far in the Q Zone without them, you could survive an injured foot.

You glanced at the clock, it was 9:30am. It was now or never.

Carefully, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and threw on your shirt. With shaky hands, you slowly slid your legs into your pants and grabbed the single crutch leaning next to the bed. 

Your body screams for the pain meds but you will yourself to move despite the pain. The urge to cease the pain and to quell the tremble from not having the drug in your system got louder and louder the closer you got to the door.

You twist the doorknob even though it’s locked. You give it a tug and then a hard yank but still met with resistance. Nervous energy spikes in your veins making you feel trapped like an animal in a cage. 

You pound your fists against the door, shouting nonsense at the top of your lungs when suddenly the door opens and you’re shoved to the ground as Joel and Tess step into the apartment.

“What the fuck is going on?” Tess rushes over to you looking concerned as she helps you from the floor. 

Once you have a solid footing you shove her away. She reaches for you despite your obvious animosity. “What’s gotten into you, Sweetheart? 

“I want to go home.” You state, wiping tears from your eyes with the back of your hand. “Just let me fucking go home.”

Tess sighs through her nose and looks at Joel. He looks irate as he wipes his hands with an old gray bandana. Your brows furrow, knowing you’d seen that bandana before but you couldn’t place it. You’ve never been on the opposite side of that look and now you know why so many cower before him.

“You want to leave so bad? Then go.” Joel spits angrily, pointing towards the door. 

Your eyes flick between freedom and the couple. You hated how they made you feel guilty about wanting to go home.

You don’t look back or waste another second as you rush toward freedom when suddenly your world comes crashing down when Joel yanks the crutch from your hold.

“What the fuck, Joel?” You shout as you almost fall onto the ground. You gain your balance on your good foot and state at him incredulously.

“This is our crutch.” He says before tossing it somewhere in the room behind him. “You get your own.”

Anger flairs in your heart but doubt sinks heavily in your belly. There was no way you would make it all the way back to your apartment on one foot. You grit your teeth in frustration and slam your hand into the wall.

Still, you try and break free from their prison. 

You hop quickly to the door, reaching for the frame as Joel wraps a strong arm around your midsection. He covers your open mouth muffling your screams. He slams the door shut with his foot before dragging you across the apartment not caring if you hit your ankle as you try to wiggle yourself free.

He sits on the corner of the bed with you in a bear hug, locking your arms to your side with his much larger ones. 

“Why do you want to leave? Haven’t we done enough for you?” Tess asks softly, cupping your face in her hands. “You wouldn’t survive a minute out there.”

You try to shake free but Joel was a solid rock behind you. Your face burns with frustration. “I got by fine for years without you!” Tears prick your eyes as you stand your ground. 

Tess smooths a hand down your cheek. She looks disappointed. It gnaws at your belly as you lean into her caress. “Why won’t you stay?”

You blink up at her with a sigh. “I’m indebted to you both. You know that.” You suck in a shaky breath. “But I can take care of myself.”

Tess slowly nods. She shares a look with the gruff man holding you in place before walking into the kitchen. 

You make another go at escape, slamming your elbow back into Joel’s ribs. He chuckles at your feeble attempts before tightening his grip making your bones ache under the pressure.

“Joel, please. I’ll be fine.” You plead as you turn and stare up at the bearded man with doe eyes.

He looks you over carefully, his brown eyes have turned a murky black. “We can’t chance it, Sweetheart.” He shakes his head. “We can’t bare to lose you.”

Tess comes back holding something in her hand. “You’ll feel better after you take this.” She says calmly as her fingers dig into your cheeks trying to pry your mouth open.

“No!” You cry, slamming your head into Joel’s shoulder.

Tess presses cruelly on your tendons, making you whimper as you struggle in vain against the pair.

Joel widens his legs sitting you between his thighs as he locks his booted feet around your shoeless ones leaving you open and exposed. You scream as your ankle pounds under the weight of his leg.

He easily restrains your failing limbs with one arm. “Come on, Sweetheart. Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be.” His chest rumbles against your back as he holds your fighting body tighter. 

Your eyes go wide as saucers when Joel pinches your nose shut. Your breath catches in your throat creating a deep stutter of a noise. 

“Just give in. Be good for us.” Joel urges as his whiskers graze the shell of your ear.

Your heart pounds against your chest. Blood boils in your lungs. There was no way out of this. 

“We know what’s best for you,” Tess warns with a sly smile. “You’ll be safe and sound here with us.” 

The room starts to spin. The lack of air smothers your nerves, and a horrid whine bubbles up the back of your throat as you feel the blackness creep in.

“For fuck’s sake.” Tess swears before releasing her grip on your jaw. “Just remember you did this to yourself.” 

The older woman sucker punches you square in the gut. You double over with a sick gag before Tess grabs you by the hair and shoves the pill in your gasping mouth.

You cough and sputter from the intrusion of the pill as she clamps her hand over your mouth. The bitterness of the pill makes you gag as it dissolves on your tongue and drips down your throat.    

“Swallow, Sweetheart. Swallow.” Joel commands softly as he rubs the column of your throat forcing the pill down your gullet.

Tears spill freely down your cheeks as the pair hold you in their arms. They set their sights on your long ago. It was only a matter of time before they had you forever.

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top 5 novels?

people always ask me this and im like AHHHHHHHHHHHH because i have read literal thousands of books and so many are good !!

here are 5 of my favorites that I don't see talked about enough in general/in ~book spaces~

How to Build a Home at the End of the World by Keely Shinners (I found out about this book when the publisher sent me an ARC and totally fell in love. I interview Keely here!)

Fat Girl Dances With Rocks by Susan Stinson

See You In the Morning by Mairead Case

Mosquito by Gayl Jones

Seventeen Names for Skin by Roland Blackburn

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[quirkwizard]

Could you make a quirk out of karolina deans powers from the commic runaways

Superman Quirk. Absorbing solar radiation to gain Flight and superhuman abilities. Excess energy is used for optical Lasers. You can change this if you want.

It could be translated, just not the whole power set. While I do think a solar powered Quirk could be a thing, this is a cluster of various ideas that don't work under a single power. If you want something based around super strength or eyebeams, try "Radion" and "Shinner". I could do a Quirk based around the flying though.

I see it working as a Mutant type Quirk alters the user's skin, giving it a glossy sheen. The user's skin is able to absorb and store solar energy, causing them to shine like a prism. The user may then discharge this energy, letting them fly through the air, leaving a glowing trail as a fly. The user's skin acts as a form of protection while they are flying and will let them handle their high speed. The user can control the output and speed of the energy, capable of hovering a few inches off the ground or soaring through the sky at high speeds. This gives the user some amazing mobility, making them capable of moving effortlessly through the air. They can fly out of the way of attacks, carry their allies into battle, scout over an area, apply hit-and-run tactics, or just act as a giant distraction. Though this does require the user to absorb sunlight, needing to replenish it and be careful with how they apply it. The user's skin only offers so much protection and does not protect anyone other than the user, requiring the user to be careful with how they fly and how they fly with others. The glowing can make the user an obvious target. A possible name for the Quirk could be "Bright Flight".

[littleshadowlucy]

I've been telling myself, I'll share this headcanon when I make some artwork of it, but considering how busy my schedule is probably gonna be like, I might as well share it here

So a lot of people have just been headcanon that Jimmy is a toy that doesn't realize he's a toy or isn't willing to admit it, but I kinda just been thinking what if Jimmy actually telling the truth that he isn't a toy but because Joel, a god, has been messing with Jimmy saying he's a toy. He's starting to become more and more toy-like; his skin is beginning to become rougher and shinner with each passing, he's starting to bruise less and less, and he starts collecting dust if he afks for too long.

Of course, this freaks him out and he's been trying his hardest to still retain whatever humanity he still has, but it hasn't been working out that well

I kinda got this loosely from a myth involving King Midas overhearing a competition between the gods Pan and Apollo on who is the better musician, and when Apollo is declared the better player, he steps in and says that he thinks Pan is the better musician, which Apollo then says if he genuinely believes that then he must have some donkey ears which caused Midas to grow donkey ears that he hides for the rest of his life

[aliypop]

The Devils Star Part 4

Wordcount: 1,963

Warning: ANGST, LANGUAGE , SUGGESTIVE  THEMES, BLOOD, 

A/N: This one is a feels trip! Addie belongs to @herosneednotapply

They say that everyone wants to be loved, and sadly that statement held for a young girl in Gotham City, especially when that young girl was the daughter of Gotham's billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne. A young girl who learned her father's love was slowly diminishing like the old strings on her violin that he no longer had the time to listen to, hanging upside down from a bench in Cobblepot park was Yonah. It was always the place she'd go to clear her head, "Being a teen is hard... I mean, there's: tests and college and dating boys your father will never approve of ." she mumbled, looking up at Addie, who had been in Gotham for other means but made time for the curly-haired drama queen. "Always the boyfriends that your dad doesn't like." she chuckled, " I was the eldest to six girls, and my dad kept a bat at the front door, of course, that was 1946..." Addie chuckled, "Yeah... There was this one guy..." Yonah sighed, "Dad hated him, Oliver Queen, I loved him, then he just left..." her heart sunk, 

"Filled your head with empty promises?"

"He'd forget I existed, flirted with other girls, and I'd sit there like a fool." her gleeful expression changed as she stared at the pigeons. Her heartbreak had been recent, she gave it her all, and it crumbled, same with Donna Troy and anyone else she loved, she was never good enough, or so Yonah thought, "But hey! I guess I'm just forgettable." she shrugged, doing a flip landing on her feet. 

"Keep flipping like that, and you might just get that kiss on the cheek from Wonder Woman you gush about." 

"As friends!" Yonah added as she posed.

"Keep telling yourself that kid,"  she chuckled, "I should get going." Addie smiled, planting a motherly kiss on her forehead, "Don't get into any trouble while I'm away." 

"I won't..." watching Addie walk away, Yonah let out a small sigh, walking until.

THWACK

"We can't keep meeting like this, sweetheart." his calloused hand holding her delicate soft hands. They were, innocent clean of blood, angelic, pure, nothing like his that had stories and scares. "Maybe we can..." Yonah chuckled, her eyes focused on a sea of jet black curls and pure green eyes. In front of her was Carlo Falcone, grandson to the crime lord of Gotham and the fruit of Yonah's affection. 

"Eh, your daddy wouldn't like that." he chuckled, 

"He doesn't have to know," she whispered back. 

"He doesn't have to know... Bella."  water splashed over her face, causing her to choke, a sharp shaky breath leaving her body. "Thirsty..." he asked, snapping his fingers as more blood-freezing cold water seeped through the potato sack covering her face. "Tell me everything you know about Matthew Murdock..." he raised his hand:  Angelina, his wife, Yonah's reason for pain, removed the sack, "Still beautiful like the day we broke you." she spat as he struck her across the face, "I'm not telling you anything." Yonah laughed, 

"Protecting a dead man..." Angelina pulled her hair, "Pathetic.." she straddled her, knife at her throat drawing a bit of blood, their eyes meeting, still an ache of pain behind her eyes. Still a hint of admiration, a hurt of want every time her voice crossed her ear, like a poisonous perfume. "I protected you, didn't I..." Yonah coughed, water fueling her lungs damping the fire that was left. 

"Are you stating I'm dead to you..." she gave her a big shinner on her eye. 

"Beat me... like old times..." she laughed, spitting blood out her mouth. Angelina's fist drew back, "Just don't hurt my sister..." she smiled.

 Yonah could hear the sound of footsteps. They resembled her own, catlike, stealthy, and, 

"Play along..." Ezra mouthed, "The lawyers sedated ..." she chuckled, "He was a tough fight for a blind gu-" Angelina took her by the neck, blade to her throat as she pierced her skin.

"Oh, look, a paper cut." Ezra broke out the hold taking her knife from her "CATCH!" 

"No need," Yonah smirked, breaking out the ties from the chair, "Fisk isn't going to like you both dead..." Angelina tried to swipe at the two with a blade lodged in her thigh. "Fury, think quick!" Ezra nearly panicked.

Yonah spun into her arms, followed by a high kick to the face. 

"What the hell was that!"

"Years worth of dance Sparrow." Yonah rolled her eyes, "She's all yours." 

"For me!" Ezra chuckled, waiting for her sister to zoom out. The last sound was a rolling head.  

The warehouse was quiet, not a sound to be heard, not even Murdocks breathing, just eerie serene quiet. And the shuffling of mob members in her way. 

"Round two fight!" she mumbled before a punch could even hit her. There stood in front of her was Daredevil, 

"I could've handled this myself..." she groaned.

 "Mmm..." Matt grunted the two back to back, throwing punches, kicks, swords, fireballs, and anything else that'd keep the rest of Falcone and Fisk's men down.

"See, you made it." Carlo chuckled, "My angel escorted by the devil..." he began cutting his steak, Yonah paying attention, the details of everything she could use as a weapon. "Always was a slut to fix the broken." he tsked, "Tell me how are you fixing him..." 

"I know you're working with Fisk..." 

"I work with my uncle?" he chuckled, snapping his fingers as they placed her on his lap, "Never... Tesoro che conosci.." he kissed her ear. "You know me..." he smirked, watching her shiver as she tried to pull away, "Course you do, you love a man with power... don't see why you're with Devil, but eh..." his grip on her tighter as she tried to pull away. 

"Let me go..." he grabbed her face, "Or what..." he growled, guns pointing in her direction. 

 Heavy boots walked silently on the rooftops, the shadow of a long black leather coat and guns illuminated by moonlight, reaching out to touch the woman in front of him. She spin kicked him in the face. 

"Who the hell are you!"

"What the hell are you doing!" Ezra rolled her eyes, "Sparrow..." she watched as the taller man blocked her hit, "Move out my way..." he pointed his gun at her head, "I see it's a gun measuring contest..." she pulled out hers, "Mmm that's not very pleasing..." she kicked him in the chest, "You fight like someone else I know..." he flipped her over, "Why are you here!" she threw her knives at him as he caught him, 

"Here for my girl..." 

"Holy shit... you're Frank?" 

"Yeah, what about it." rifle in hand, finger on the trigger as he shot her in the leg. 

"You're an asshole!" 

"And you're gonna take me to this Falcone gu-..." 

"Are you not happy..." Carlo asked, "Your friend is here... Your sister is..." he listened in, "Oh, your surprise is here." he paced around her. She was bloodied and bruised, her eyes nearly closing shut as her head fell on top of her steak, "For a Wayne, your table manna's are poor." he shook his head, "Hold her up, and bring him..." he growled, bloodied, stabbed, and forming bruises was, "Francis David Castiligone..." he nearly spat, "The man who killed my father..." he chuckled, 

"You get off to murderous assholes, princess?" he pulled Yonahs hair, "First me then, what was it that Sionis prick, "Answer me..." 

"Don't... hurt him..." she spat up blood, 

"Do I kill him... or have my way with my princess..." he kissed her lips, hands in her hair, blood coming from his mouth as she spat his bottom lip out. 

"Kill 'em!" he banged her head again until she was unconscious. Frank pressed through the restraints, but nothing budged. If this was the end, he had lived it, regrettably not telling her how he felt, failing to save her, just like he couldn't keep them safe. 

"Oh, come on, let me out..."  

              "Let me play as we used to do..." 

"You can hear them screaming..." 

                           "You can hear him screaming..." 

"I can help you... " 

"Daredevil catch!" Ezra growled, throwing her bo-staff at him, "Where are you going..." he heard her footsteps, 

"Freeing a leather jacket-wearing asshole who shot me."  

"Frank's here..." he followed her tracks, dark brown hair turned pink, long super-suit turned into a leotard of diamonds, and white stealth boots into pink thigh highs. "Had enough Castle..." his face nearly cut, nose broken, "Make my fucking day..." he smirked, blood dripping from his mouth, "I ain't scared of you..." his head hung low from the beating,

 "We ain't scared of you either, jackass..." 

"You should be afraid of me..." she did a roundhouse kick stepping on the other, her heel digging into his eyeball, fire glowing from her hands, the two men burning into a crisp, Flicking her fingers the ropes dropping at his feet. "Bummer... I'd have loved to see you like that a little longer..." she watched him get up.  

"Yonah?" 

"Mmm, she's resting, Pink Enchantress, Well not exactly incantato a me tu." she winked. She was flirter, confident, and she was standing amongst her friends, standing amongst falling bodies, pools of blood, and she loved it. Gunshots, crossbows, and chaos were Pink Enchantresses' favorite sounds, they were her home, and it was what bored her, violence. 

"Get out of my way, Castle..." 

"Get out of mine..." 

"Out of mine..."  She raised her hands, the two flirting as she knocked him back. The humanity of Yonah was fastly fading as the only thing left was the Pink vessel. Fist pounding into Carlo's face, she could hear every bone break. Vengeance was finally hers, and soon Fisk would get a taste too. "This is who you're meant to be..." Carlo smirked, "Embrace it...kill me." her fist drew back as Matt held it back. "Leave the killing to me..." Frank looked back at her, 

"This isn't you..." Ezra sighed, 

"Let me get one last hit, and I'll..."  

"Leave..." Matt commanded. 

"Do you think she's ok..." Ezra played with her eyeballs. Yonah passed out on the couch in Addie's apartment. "Stop that,"  Addie sighed. She had patched everyone up, but Yonah was taking her time. With the swelling going down in her face and her cuts healing. She looked worse than Matt when he'd get patched. The only difference was they'd end up creating more scratches. 

"Hey, wanna be the matrix. What's, got you sitting in the corner like that," Ezra asked, her tone jokingly annoying as Frank turned. His eyes were red tears coming down his face. "I couldn't keep her safe..." he looked at her sleeping form, "I had one job... couldn't fucking do that!" he banged his fist on Addie's gold table, 

"Woah, calm down... I'm not afraid to shoot my sisters?"

"Boyfriend," Addie mumbled, "Frank, you did what you could..." 

"Ain't good enough... not until the bastards dead!" he shouted, 

"Fr...Frank?" she tried to move her head. He raced next to her side, 

"Are you okay?" 

"Kindly shut the hell up... you're making my headache worse..."  she chuckled, kissing his nose, wiping the tears away from his face. "I'm sorry I..." her bloodied lips on his, hands in his hair, "You're always saving me... let me save you sometimes? " she tried to squeeze his hand. 

"I don't want sometimes..." 

"Then what do you want, Castle..." 

"All the time... I can't keep hold of ya sometimes..." he pressed his forehead against her,

"Are you proposing ..." 

"Is that what you want, sweetheart..." 

"YES, IT'S DAMN WELL WHAT SHE WANTS!" Addie nearly shouted as Matt chuckled, Both Frank and Yonah turning to look at them. 

"She's been waiting for this to happen for a while." 

[nighteyed]

Shine On ~

Let me preface this story with a disclaimer. This is my first ever, Jurdan fanfic. It is by no means perfect. Second, I listen to music and write. If you are an Amity Affliction fan then the title and the contents of this story might not surprise you. I pulled a lot from the lyrics and from their official music video, even throwing in a few scenes from the video. (EXCEPT WHEN YOUNGBLOODS PLAYED AND “FUCK THE REAPER” GOT THROWN ACROSS A SHIRT) 

Fandom: The Folk of the Air 

Pairing: Jude Duarte x Cardan Greenbriar

Rating: Teen (there are descriptions and mentions of abuse)

Written By: forbiddencorvidae | corvids_5

The green door stares me in the face, it’s like a mocking leer, the color for which I share a name. I hate it. I hate this place, but I press forward, grip the handle and turn it. 

It curls and wraps, shrivels all around, the smoke that sinks into my skin, burns across the whites of my eyes and stains them yellow. There is a haze in this room, as I slowly close the door behind me. My eyes landing on the dozen blue ribbon cans on the kitchen table, my bag swaying at my hip. There is a cat mewling in the corner, four kittens suckling and my lips curl in disgust. Curdling, the smoke weaves through my hair, grazes my cheek bones, congeals at the corners of my mouth and then dives deep down my throat and strangles me. 

I turn to my right, a safe hallway that I will escape through, to the safety of my room and a window that I am desperate to throw open and gulp down air that will purify my already rotting lungs. Doc’s hit something sturdy, hard bones and meat and I’m falling forward, downwards, in a spiral of swinging arms, bracing against the wall, trying, trying not to wake him. 

There is a beast in this tunnel, beneath me and I will not escape him. 

I’m flattened, defeated, pinned under a body much bigger than my own. My eyes are filled with obsidian spots that flutter across my vision. My head pulses and splits, spitting images across my eyes, blocked out by the dark specs that blind me. I feel a hand on my throat, claws digging into the sides of my neck, palm hot and pressing. I’m a child hiding in a closet, afraid and weeping. I feel the wisp of a tail, hear a cat mewling and I am weak, undone, I succumb to the torrent and do not brace for the onslaught. Tears are leaking from my eyes as my nose crunches into my face, a fist smashes against my cheek, my head flies into the wall. Adrenaline rockets though me and my mouth salivates, my body begins to shake as my blood free flows and chokes me. It pours from me in rivers. I’m drowning in my spit, tears and blood, I am drowning in life.  

It’s going to be a real shinner, I hear him say. His laughter penetrates and permeates, slithers up my spine and around my neck. My bag is forgotten as I manage to fight my way to my knees and brace the wall, pulling myself from the floor and fumbling towards my bedroom door. It swings open, a rabbithole that I am all too happy to fall within and my bed a welcoming crash against my skin.

*  

It is raining as I watch them. Three girls file from the suburban and march across the lawn to the red front door. The house across the lane is no longer empty, it is now filled with people and Balekin tells me that one of them has horns. 

“General Madoc is to be my personal bodyguard," Balekin pulls at his collar and smirks. He is proud, I hear the bragging undertones in his voice, cool like onyx. "There has been some disturbing mail coming into the office. Some threatening letters and I do not stand by and obey idle threats." Balekin pulls at the cuffs of his suit and presses the palm of his right hand to the crown of my head, my lips sneer at his touch. 

“You can stop sending them, little brother,” Balekin turns and drags his knuckles along the innards of the hallway, his rings scraping against the paint and drywall. “One day you might end up at the bottom of the creek.”

Good, I want to say, but I've learned that with a quick witted tongue you have to learn to hold it. Instead I feel the corners of my lips twitch and I pick at the tips of my fingers, there is glue under my nails.

*

There is a tap against my window that wakes me. My blood has crusted against my skin, and there is a weal under my right eye, it swells and presses into the underside of my eye. My head is still a ringing mess, my body sore and aching as adrenaline has seeped from me. My sheet sticks to the side of my face and I feel the hairs on my face pull and release as I rip myself from my bed. But when I turn to look at the window, I finally see for the first time, everything that he has tried to blackout.

“You have been home for hours and you never opened your window Cardan,” I can hear Jude from behind the sheer black curtain, from behind the single pane glass. “Cardan,” Jude is already pulling open the window, already swinging her leg through it and into my space. I bow my head at her commanding presence, her air as she enters my room, she fills every part of me with molten, down to my toes that threaten to drag me towards her. My neck is a hinge and I have lost all my will to lift my head and look into her eyes, so I close my eyes and I remember the day that she told me the first truth I have ever received. 

*

I’m free, the wind blowing through my hair. I peddle faster and faster, all the while Jude Duarte yells behind me. Her auburn hair is styled up in horns, like some freak, like those stupid stories she reads.

“I HATE YOU CARDAN GREENBRIAR!” She is screaming from behind him, running as fast as her legs will take her. 

“YOU HEAR ME? I HATE YOU! YOU AND YOUR BLACK HEART!”

I can’t help but smile at her words, they warm my blackened heart because no one has ever spoken such truth to me. 

I will reward her by dumping this pink bike in the creek tonight. 

*

“Cardan…” 

I hate the sound of her voice, as it is now, laced with pain and pity as it pulls me from a precious memory. She will never know how much I wish her to be that little girl again, in the street, yelling that she hates me over and over again. I just want to feel alive, with the wind in my hair and her words in my veins. 

She approaches me tentatively, it has been different, since that time. When I took her on this bed that is now stained with my blood. She is soft and full of sweet words, when all I need is her seething and swearing under me, over me, around me, I don’t care so long as she breaks over me, like water against rock, coating me, consuming me.

“Cardan, look at me.”

I see her booted feet from between my legs and I struggle to lift my head. Her hands come into my line of vision as her palms cradle my cheeks, my shoulders flinching at the warm, delicate touch of her skin. Slowly, she helps me, rolls my head on my shoulders until it is fully erect and I am staring up at her.

“Will you kiss me now and make this better?” My words are laced with venom as I say them and they slather against her skin as her fingers drag across my lips. “Kiss me Jude,” I press my tongue against her palm, my eyes never leaving her’s. Her gaze, lighting a fire in my heart as she stares down at me with eyes full of adoration, full of love and my guts twist at the emotion. 

“Stop Jude,” I turn my head to my left, tucking my chin to my shoulder. “Stop staring at me with those eyes that disgust me.”

There is a long pause that billows in the air and nestles itself into my collapsing lungs. I pull in a ragged breath, the insult pains me more than the evidence on my face. 

“I know you are hurting,” Jude whispers.

I want to bury my face in her white tank, but instead I snake my fingers through her belt loops and drag her towards me, pressing the crown of my head into her abdomen. I'm weak, so weak, so tired of this and all I want is to find a better place to live.

“But you are too strong to drown Cardan,” she whispers and it is to the room, to whomever will hear the words, I know they are not words for me. Those words are a prayer, for her alone.

I feel her nails drag across my scalp and they catch on a patch of matted hair and a memory flashes through my mind.

*

“Why do you speak like that?” Jude is sitting next to me by the creek and the sun is setting behind the buildings of the city beyond. “You sound too smart for a thirteen year old, it isn’t...normal.”

I scoff at her word choice and deign not to answer, but she presses and I acquiesce to her persistence. “I read Jude, books of all shapes and sizes. To learn, sharpen my tongue, to save me.” My sable hair ruffling in the warm breeze as I feel her shift next to me. Jude presses her pink lips to my cheek and my brows knit together. Partly at her action and partly because her lips have stoked the ache back into my jaw, my bruise with it’s yellowing center and purple ring ripples as I clench my jaw at her touch. Jude weaves her arm between mine and she pulls me closer towards her, it warms my bones. I feel something growing underneath the surface of my skin and there is no energy within me to deny it. So, I do the one thing that I am good at when it comes to Jude, I destroy it. 

"Why do you wear your hair like that?" My question is blunt and like a club it strikes at her. I can see her discomfort as she shifts and pulls away from me and it is only shadowed by the simmer in her eyes. 

"The Queen of Elfhame wears her hair like this," Jude spits at me, like I should know this, like we hadn’t played High King and Queen when we were ten. In a rare moment, when I found myself in Jude’s room, I saw her tattered copy of “The Queen of Nothing”, it fell from her nightstand, under her bed. I had reached to retrieve it, to place it back safely where she could find it when my fingers found a slip of paper instead.

I hate you Cardan Greenbriar. I hate you Cardan Greenbriar. I hate you Cardan Greenbriar. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. Hate. Hate. Hate. You. Cardan Greenbriar. I love you.

"Some fairytale, those aren't real Jude. Grow up." My words leave my mouth like needles and I have aimed them to prick in all the right places. There is nothing better than this. This is what we have. I have a brother who beats me and she has… 

A demon lurks behind the walls of her home, a murderer. 

“There has to be something better than this Cardan. Something worth living for,” Jude traces a finger to the bruise along my jaw and gently presses. Jude is so full of hopes and dreams, so hungry for all the things that people like me cannot have. She is blinding, like the sun shinning through a diamond and splashing against me. Yet, I want to believe her, to feel hope curl along my insides and blossom in my chest. I want to be so full of hope that I am sick of it. I blame the day she cursed me in the street, cursed my black heart even though I know it bleeds for her. 

If she wants a fairytale then one day she will have it and I want to see her shine, be the one to give it.

“One day, Jude, I will take you to Insmire,” I let loose a rare smile and revel in the widening of her eyes. 

*

“Jude,” I let my left leg shoot between hers and I crane my neck upwards so that I can see her, my cheek still firmly against her. Walnut eyes stare down at me and my fingers clench tightly against her hips, she is wearing a hat, it isn’t like her. “Your hair—its not, the horns," my voice is soft, questioning, so unlike my usual tone.

"I'm not twelve anymore Cardan," Jude presses her thumb to my bottom lip, her fingers cupping around my chin, pressing the side of my face firmly against her. "You were right. fairytales aren't real. Insmire, Elfhame, they are not real. No matter how much I wish them to be. No matter how much I wish that this—" She finally lets lose the breath that she has been holding in, since she has seen my face. “I just wish this was easier and if I could, I would break him.” Her words are like razors and I know that there is a truth to them. Jude is fire against me and I know now that I don’t want her to crash against me like water, I want her to scorch me, mark me, taint me. 

We are not children anymore.

We've tasted sweet whiskey, gone skinny dipping in the creek, she has seen her mother killed, her father cut down, I've lived my life on the ground, with bruises and cuts inked into my skin and I've pressed my tongue between her legs and tasted sweet bliss. I've felt her heat around me, pulling me closer to her, wringing from me everything that I am and she has always outlasted me. 

"Jude, go home." I push her away as I rise from the bed I've slept on since I was a child, the bed in which I laid her bare. Her eyes are full of hurt, but I see the curiosity that is stitched along her irises, she doesn't understand why I am doing this. 

"You shouldn't be sneaking into the Governor's house," I say as I ruffle the paperwork on my nightstand. "You aren't a kid anymore. It's breaking and entering," I sigh as I fall back on my bed and slide my fingers under my mattress, the thick envelope greeting the tips. 

"Balekin wouldn’t dare," Jude scoffs.

"Balekin, hates you, leers at you." I press my forefinger and thumb to the bridge of my nose and squeeze, the pain knitting my eyes closed. "Balekin says many things Jude. There is only abhorrence for your family, your father, deeply seeded and nourished with pale ale." My eyes find her's, there is shock there, truly. What did she expect?

"Do you hate me Cardan?"

Her question would have caught me off guard, if I didn't actually know that it was coming. 

Yes. 

My voice whispers across the blackness of my mind, her eyes like glass, round and waiting.

Make it easy for me, do not stare at me with those fragile eyes.

"Yes," I finally say. "Yes, I hate you. You once cursed my blackened heart, Jude, but it isn't the worm riddled, flea bitten parts of me that hates you. It's the parts that you have ignited and turned to flame."

She steps towards me and leans forward, her lips brushing against the shell of my ear as she whispers. A second later she is gone, out the window and the last light of the day fades with her.

The shower spray hits my skin like heated bullets and I watch as the water bleeds red between my toes. My hair falls into my eyes as I drag my fingers across my nose and press, I hear a faint pop from under the spray and my toes curl. I can breath again, barely. I toss around Jude’s words in my head and a smile creeps across my lips. I turn the shower knob and I’m left standing naked and in the cold. 

I hear Balekin, in the other room, the television is fading in and out as he flips through the channels and I can see him through the drywall, sprawled across the couch, a blue ribbon can, clutched between his bruising fist. My smile pulls into a smug of satisfaction as I know that even though he has beat me, I have left a mark on his unblemished skin. Tomorrow, when he holds his scheduled press conference, he will wear gloves, in the middle of August and I will know that underneath them is the evidence of his abuse. 

I pull a pair of black jeans on and open the bathroom door, then I break for my bedroom, my toes barely touching the wood floor, it feels as if I am flying. I click the door close softly and grab a black hoodie from my closet, pulling it over my head I make my way towards my bed, slipping into my doc martens. I flip the mattress and pull the envelope, the one that I felt earlier and tear it open. I count the bills in quick succession, the envelope now forgotten on the floor as I pocket the money down the front of my jeans. I pull a book from my nightstand and I grab a duffle from underneath my bed. I quickly pack what I may need and I brace myself to enter the hallway and head towards the front room. 

I see the television from the mouth of the hallway and I count the seconds with each breath that I take. A minute goes by and the television channel has not changed, I hear a faint snoring and I exhale. I tip-toe across the room and I find Balekin’s briefcase tucked underneath the table. I feel inside the pockets until my fingers brush along something cold and heavy, my fist wrapping around the keys and I tear them from the bag. I have to tip-toe to the front door and I close it gently. 

In my driveway Jude is waiting for me. Her hair is flowing in the evening breeze and she leaves me breathless with the sight of her. Her auburn hair is rolled up in two horns on her head and I can hear the little girl in the street from all those years ago. Yet, this time she isn’t screaming how much she hates me, she is whispering in my ear that she loves me. She is wearing a black tank top with a saying across the front and it makes me smile, a gut tightening, teeth bared smile and I want to fall into her eyes as they widen at me. Before I know what I am doing, my feet take me to her and I drop my bag at her feet, my hands reaching for the sides of her face and pulling her into my lips. 

She tastes like spun sugar and I worry that if I am not gentle I will break her, that she will wilt in my embrace, but she pulls me closer and hugs me tighter. 

“Lets go,” I say as I pull her towards the passenger side of Balekin’s black mustang.

“Wait, wait,” She whispers into the night around me. “I’m going to drive, you push and when we are down the block, I’ll start her up.”

I smile at her wonderful mind and watch her as she darts across the front of the car and jumps into the driver seat. I hear the car slink into neutral and it rolls slightly down the driveway. Tossing my bag into the back seat, I reach the backend and push, the car rolls and with every second that passes I can taste freedom. It isn't until I hear the engine roar to life and Jude’s laughter from the front seat, that  I finally run towards the passenger side and jump in. 

Jude hits the gas and the wind pulls at my hair and I do the one thing that I had promised myself that I would never do. I turn and look back at the house that will probably forever haunt my dreams. I smile and raise my fists to that green front door and I flip it off, a howl of laughter escaping my lungs and it feels so good to finally breathe. Without hesitation, without the worry that I would wake a sleeping beast. 

Jude is to my left and there is a smile on her lips and I thank every star in the sky. Her hand weaves towards mine  and I link my knuckles to hers and squeeze, bringing the back of her hand to my mouth. I kiss her flesh with vehemence and press my nose to her pulse. 

I reach for the stereo, flip it on and as we drive through the night, under the shining stars, Jude sings.

"Shine on, shine on young love." 

And I lean towards her and whisper in her ear. "Thank you, for saving me."

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move on - Andrew Cody

summary: y/n had been away from home for a while and had no idea that Andrew was getting let out of prison, the two have a past, it was a past of unresolved feelings. but y/n has moved on.. or had she/ pairing: Andrew ‘Pope’ Cody x Fem!Reader  warnings: swearing, drinking, smoking  word count:  requested?: no this is one of my own 

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five months ago y/n decided it was best for her to leave Oceanside for a while, she needed to get away from all of craziness that was the Cody family. Her parents grew up with Smurf they knew every secret that the woman had to offer, in the early 2000′s y/n and Pope had a fling they didn’t even know themselves as to how it happened it just did.  “You said you were coming home today that true?” Deran asked y/n, the two were on a phone call and they had been for just under a hour or two.  “Yes, I am. Seb he’s staying here in LA with his kid until I come back I guess.” y/n replied back as she took a drag from her smoke.  “You all good?” Deran asked again.  “Yeah, I’m fine just a bust day getting all of my shit together I guess, I think I am gonna stay home for a while.” y/n stated  “Why’s that?”  “Nothing, I just miss home.” y/n said truthfully  ** y/n parked her car on the road just outside of the Cody house she was not surprised when she was the amount of cars that were surrounding the house already, she could already smell the weed and alcohol before even walking into the backyard. That was where she was greeted with massive bear hug from Craig.  “You’re back!” he yelled as he spun the girl around slightly. “Can’t breathe!” y/n yelled with a slight laugh. “Sorry. I’ve just missed you.” Craig said then hugged her properly.  “Missed you too.”  The two walked into the yard more and was greeted by Deran, who y/n was overjoyed to see. not that she wasn’t happy to see Craig because she was, she just missed Deran a little more.  “Come ‘ere.” y/n said when she saw Deran his eye’s lit up when he saw his friend he rushed towards her and tugged almost the same as to what Craig did just moments before.  “God I’ve missed you.” y/n said as she hugged her best-friend  she heard him laugh a little before speaking himself.  “Missed you too. Want a drink?” he asked and she nodded her head with a yes.  “Did you tell Smurf you were coming back?” Deran asked as he passed the beer bottle to her.  “No. I packed up my things and left.” y/n said then took a sip of her beer.  “Hey what happened there?” Deran asked as he slowly lifted his hand to run his fingers slightly over the purple and blue that dusted the area below y/n’s right eye.  “It was nothing, I had accident on my bike earlier this week. I’m okay.” she said with a smile to silence Deran about it, all Deran did was nod then look slightly over to Craig and they both shared the same expression of not believing their friend.  “what’s the occasion for the party?” y/n asked after she sat down “Smurf, what she wants goes.” Craig answered the question for her. “Got that one right.” y/n answered back.  Within the five months that y/n was away a lot had changed, Julia died, Julia’s kid is not living with the family and Andrew got out of prison, the Andrew thing is the main thing that the entire family was worried about, Deran and Craig knew that she was going to be mad at him for not telling her but everyone knew it was for the best.  “I’ll be back need to go to the bathroom.” y/n said and headed for the back door.  “Pope and Smurf are right there.” Craig said to Deran slightly and he nodded his head and they both got up and followed y/n.  “Y/n. Wait hold up-.”  “Holy shit, you’re home.” y/n said out loud when she saw Pope standing next to his mother in the kitchen. “Y/n, baby you’re home.” Smurf said with a smile and then walked from where she was and over to the girl and kissed her on the forehead.  “Why didn’t you tell me?” y/n asked and turned her head to look at the two men behind her.  “Didn’t want you to freak out, like what you are doing right now.” Deran answered.  y/n sighed then turned around to face Pope again.  “Don’t think that anything between us goes back to the way it was.” y/n says with a stern voice. All he does it nod his head.  “Geeze where is Adrian, I need someone who won’t lie to me.”  “Baby you gotta understand we did it for you.” Smurf tried to calm her down.  “We didn’t tell you, because you’re with Seb now.” Craig said and y/n was very quick to turn around and give him the most threatening death stare she could muster.  “You’re with someone?” Andrew asked y/m turned around to look at Andrew once again, she looked at him with sad eye’s and nodded her head with a yes.   “And I am happy, so you have to respect that.” y/n said to him.  “Well then why the hell is there a bruise on your face then?” Craig asked “As I told Deran I stacked it on my bike, no big deal.”  “You don’t have to lie, you can tell us baby.” Smurf said and placed her hand on y/n’s shoulder softly.  “I am fine!” y/n yelled and pushed Smurf off of her shoulder.  “Where’s my parents?” y/n asked and the Cody family members all looked at each other.   “Oh fucken hell, just tell me.”  Deran sighed before he spoke.  “well shit,”  “Their back in aren’t they?” y/n asked knowing exactly where they would be.  “They’re in in Folsom this time, you’re dad is facing twenty to life-.”  “Again, why didn’t you tell me?”  “We didn’t want you to freak out.” Craig answered.  “They’re my parents guy’s, I have the right to know. You know what I don’t think it was a good Idea for me to come back because it turns out that everyone is just lying to me. I thought we were all family but I guess not huh?” y/n said and then shrugged her shoulders.  “I would expect it from Baz or Smurf but not you Deran, I though we were closer then than.” Y/n said then walked out of the house picking up her things then going to the garage to grab her wetsuit and surf board that she kept here. She needed to go for a surf it calmed and made her forget about everything.

**  “I told you, we should of told her everything.” Deran said to his family.  They all looked at each other not knowing what to say because they all knew that he was right.  “We did it for her own good baby.” Smurf answered her son.  “What happened to her? I saw her storm out before.” Baz asked  “She found out about Pope, Wolfgang and Rose.” Craig said to his brother which made Baz sigh and run his hands over his face.  “Why didn’t you just tell her when it all first happened?” Baz asked  “Smurf thought it was a good idea to keep her in the dark.” Deran said and then looked sternly at his mother.  “Do we really believe that she actually stacked it on her bike? I mean the last time she bit it on her bike was over ten years ago.” Craig said  “I think he’s hitting her.” Craig said again. Deran nodded his head agreement.  “Let’s not jump to conclusions.” Smurf said to her boys an they were all gob-smacked at their mother for what she just said.  “Smurf, how the hell could you say that? We have seen him get angry and throw the worst hissy fits known to man. We have to keep her home, where she is safe.” Deran said to his mother and the other three brothers agreed with him, including Pope which was no surprise to anyone at all. He cared about the girl, more than anyone.  “I’ll go and get her.” Pope announced before standing from the sofa and walked into the his room to grab his things.  “Are we really just gonna let him go?” Craig asked  “He’s the only one who can bring her back and we all know it.” Smurf said to her sons.   * y/n loved the water it kept her calm and sane, she loved the way the water felt and they way sun tanned her skin every single time she was out on the water. Y/n made one last wave before paddling into shore, once she got to the sand she quickly undid the strap on her ankle and tucked the board under neath her shoulder and walked up to the parking lot.  When she got to her car she saw somebody leaning up on the side and out of all people it was Pope the last person she wanted to see right now. “What do you want Andrew.” y/n asked Pope as she placed the board into the back of the black scout.  “I want to know how you got that shinner.” he stated sternly.  “As I said I fucking bit it on my bike, so stop asking me.”  “The last time I remember you biting it on you’re bike was when you were sixteen, so I am asking again, how did you get the shinner?” he asked again and moved closer to y/n.   “I thought about you in there.” Pope aid softly this time round.  “Did you think about me?”  “Yeah, I guess.” Y/n said stepping away as she pulled down the zip of her wetsuit.  “So who’s this new guy then? Sebastin is it?” Pope asked  “I moved on from you Andrew, you need to move on as well, we have all changed.” y/n answered.  Pope watched y/n as she took the wetsuit fully off of her body, and as she walked over to the public shower that was just near by.  “Just tell me the truth please.” Pope tried to plead with the girl. “I have.”  “Bullshit.”  y/n didn’t answer all she did was rinse her body off from the cold water of the shower, then picked the towel up and wrapped it around her waist.  “I still love you.” Pope said and y/n stopped in her tracks.  She turned around and spoke.  “No, no you do not hace the right to be like that, you don’t just leave me for three years and come back and say that Andrew! I have a life, I have a Fiance, a son. I’ve moved on so you need to as well.” She said as she pointed at Andrew slightly.  “You’re enegaed?” Pope said with clear sadness within his words.  “Yeah, have been for three months. You went away okay! I didn’t know if I would ever see you again Andrew.”  Andrew moved closer to y/n and grabbed her hands.  “I don’t know if I ever can move on.”  “Well you’re gonna have to learn to.” 

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So I match you with................. Kenshin 

The first night Kenshin saw you was when, Yuki had saved you from nearly plummeting to your death

You were trembling like a leaf at the whole experience

Kenshin caught a glimpse of you, and his heart was stolen

You reminded him of a sweet smol snow rabbit

He instantly felt the urge to pull you into his arms and protecc you against anyone or anything that would try and hurt you

He moved to get a closer look at you

He noticed your beautiful brown hair, it reminded him of aged mahogany rich and deep, contrasting perfectly with your pale snow white skin which seemed to shinner in the moonlight.

You seemed to notice him, as before he knows it, his breath catches in his throat at the sight of your eyes.

Hazel eyes staring deep within his soul, they were the colours of the melted tones of autumn fighting off the winter's frost. 

It reminded him of the forest during autumn. Coloured hues dancing in the wind coming to rest on the crystal clear water.

You were an earth goddess, a blooming flower amongst the winter snow 

He was absolutely enchanted

All he wanted to do was kiss those blood-red lips of yours, pull his fingers through your soft brown hair and spend the rest of his life loving you

He hated woman, but something about you made his heart jump, made him want to spend the rest of his life just to keep that stunning smile on your face and made him want to devote himself to you and only you

Matchup 

Unfortunately your meeting with the ice prince was cut short, as in the distance Masamune could be heard racing towards the cliff to retrieve you. Before you could even bat an eye you were on the back of Masamune’s horse and on your way to the castle. You were named as Oda princess and so your time at Azuchi began. You had made quick friends with the warlords, due to your outspokenness and unwillingness to just sit still and look pretty. If you had an opinion about something you were going to state it loud and proud and this was something that the warlords had really come to enjoy about you.

You were working super hard and starting to overwork yourself, something that didn’t escape the notice of the castle mother. Hideyoshi gave you a big bag full of coins and pushed you out the door, into the direction of the market. He told you not to come back until you had treated yourself to a nice relaxing cup of tea from one of the teahouses. 

You walked around the markets aimlessly until something caught your attention. You had finally found a nice looking place to sit down and order some tea at. All was going well until you heard shouting coming from the front of the teahouse. You looked up to see some soldiers harassing the old woman that ran the place, things like these had a tendency to make your blood boil. You couldn’t stand people misusing their authority and power to push around the weak. Not to mention the fact that it became rationally inconvenient that they were bothering the woman, as you had been waiting over an hour now for your sweet buns. Which mind you, she was on her way to bring to your table before the men so rudely interrupted her. You got up and made your way to the commotion only to be caught in the middle of it all. THB you had forgotten that people in this time period carried swords around, a fact, that you were now very aware of as the soldiers had all drawn their swords and intended to cut you down for interfering with their business. 

Thankfully a familiar man came to your aid and rescue. He had the soldier on their knees, begging for their lives within seconds. An Icy gaze turned to look at you, and he asked you if you were okay. Honestly, you were in a state of shock, having almost lost your life for the second time in the span of a month. Kenshin took notice of the fearful worried look in your eyes and offered you a hand. You absentmindedly took it, and he led you towards the table he was sitting at. He ordered you some tea and dessert in the hopes to calm you down. After a while, you noticed that he was still holding your shaking hands, rubbing soothing circles on the back of them with his thumb. Slowly but surely you started to calm down, and ever so slowly, Kenshin brought you back from the dark place you had fallen into.

The two of you didn’t exchange any words, simply sat and enjoyed each others presence and the comfortable silence. When it came time to part Kenshin, walked you back to the main road and curtly bid you farewell. It was strange, you felt the need to visit the markets more often after the incident at the teahouse. What made things even stranger was that every time you would wander around the markets, you would run into Kenshin. These little run in always resulted in the two of you spending time together, walking through the markets or sipping on sake. You had come to really like and trust Kenshin, and despite the fact that you were a woman, Kenshin found that he really enjoyed your company.

Unfortunately, all that came to an end one night when some assassins put a cloth over your mouth and carried you silently out of the castle. You slipped between consciousness and the last time you were awake, you could feel yourself being taken out of Azuchi on a moving cart. When you regained consciousness, you were locked in a cell in Kasugayama. You had a throbbing headache, and after about 20 minutes, a big bear of a man came to visit your cell. “I’m sorry about the way my ninjas handles you, my angel.” You looked up and saw two brown eyes staring back at you, you asked him where you were, and he explained that you were now a hostage to gain an advantage over Nobunaga. Shingen also said that he tried his best to convince his partner that a cell was no place for a princess, but that he couldn’t care less, cause he low key hated woman. 

TBH after your mental trauma and due to all your emotional scares you couldn’t help but laugh at the irony, perhaps a dark cell is where you belonged, you had lived in darkness for so long what difference would it make if your physical state matched your mental state. Shingen simply looked up at you concern plain as day in his eyes, kissed your hand and said his goodbye. Sometime later a guard had brought you a fancy futon, a changing screen and some fresh clothes courtesy of Shingen.

That morning you woke up to the sound of two voices approaching your cell, you were met with a familiar pair of heterochromatic eyes. Kenshin’s eyes widened when he realized just who the captured princess was, “You….what on earth are you doing here.” Both of you had long ago fallen in love with each other, and when you realized just who Kenshin was, you submitted to your fate as a prisoner. You would do anything for the one you loved if it made them happy, even stay in a cell. He looked into your beautiful hazel eyes, those eyes he had long ago fallen in love with and saw pain in them, and your issues with self-worth, even if you would never admit it. The eyes are the windows to the soul, and Kenshin was now staring deep within yours. He wasted no time opening the cell door “Let’s get you out of here.” Those were the only words he muttered as he picked you up bridal style and carried you into the room next to his in the castle. Shingen stoop there absolutely paralyzed at the scene he had just witnessed, he could see a small change in Kenshin upon his return from  Azuchi, but this was something new.

The two of you sat in silence, neither daring to break the silence until Kenshin finally spoke up “I’m so sorry, i-I didn’t know, if I had known it was you I would have never...” You looked at Kenshin and recognized the look in his eyes he had his own, pain, his own past traumas that were haunting him and although you had a major lack in empathy, your heart broke for him. The two of you spent that night talking about your past, it was a painful tale for you both. By the end of the night, both of you were nestled in each other’s arms after having cried for a better part of the evening.

The next morning everything had changed, the world didn’t seem so dark to the both of you anymore. That night you had promised each other to forever be at each others side, no matter what. Kenshin vowed to protect you no matter what and you promised to do the same for him. The two of you started your new lives together, and it was bliss.

Kenshin loved learning new thing about you. He loved how genuinely kind-hearted you were, going above and beyond to make people happy.  He learned that you loved to produce things after you had made him some pickled plums. Of course, this made him the happiest man alive as he would gobble down the whole jar with his sake wearing a big smile the entire time. He would cherish every small handmade gift you would present to him.

One day Kenshin could hear music coming from your shared room, he slowly made his way towards the sound and carefully slid open the paper door to reveal, you dancing. He leaned against the door frame and watched the graceful movements of your dance. He was mesmerized, you were absolutely breathtaking. After your dance was completed, he clapped his hand and walked towards you. He snaked his arms around your waist and kissed you while telling you how beautiful your dance was. That’s when you had revealed to him that you could also play the violin. He was awestruck, truly was there nothing you couldn’t do. HE had searched far and wide until he finally found the instrument. He gifted it to you on one warm summer day and insisted you play for him. 

He rested his head on your lap, and you move the violin to your neck to play for him. Soon the sweet sound of your music filled the room. It was so soothing and beautiful that even the bunnies had gathered around to listen to their goddess play.

Kenshin low key loves the fact that your possessiveness matches his own. Nothing in the world brings him more joy than when a daimyo’s daughter comes to visit, and you become x10 possessive over him. During the banquets, he will always wear a big smile as you make your way to sit on his lap and nuzzle your nose in the crook of his neck leaving a few kisses on his ears and jaw. You never did mind intense PDA especially when it is proving just who belongs to who, and you will have no shame in kissing Kenshin deeply in front of all your friends and the visiting guests just to prove that it is you and you alone who the bunny lords heart belongs to. But don’t worry the bunny lord will reciprocate every action with one of his own, especially when your Oda family come for a visit.

Kenshin loves to hug and cuddle you, and if he could, he would keep you in his arms every minute of every day. Often the two of you can be found together whether it’s walking hand in hand through the markets or with Kenshin resting in your lap as you play him a song, there is no place this soft boy would rather be. He knew from the moment he first saw you that you were his one and only goddess of war.

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The Destroyer. ↠ G.D

↑ Summary: The life of being a notorious gang leader is starting to catch up with grayson. What happens when he ruins the one good thing he has in his life?

Grayson struggled with himself on a daily basis, life seemed to always be taking jabs at him, trying to knock him down, along with this trying to protect his family, and you. Loving you all was hard, but he always made it work someway. Grayson would always pretend he’s okay, that in fact his life style didn’t affect him in any way, which was a lie. Many nights he would stay away, eyes skimming up and down your bare skin, face raw with beauty. How could you be with a monster like him? Grayson was at the point that he couldn’t count how many people died by his hands, stained them for eternally with blood, and it was his fault. So many families he’s ruined, only because of the world left behind to him from his father.

 Today was a different day, today not only has the biggest investors for his unrising company back out, but Ethan has informed him that a new gang is arising in the area, threatening to kill him and everyone he loves. 

With a long sigh, he leans back against the comfort of the leather chair. Taking a long suck of his cig, eyes meeting with the light of the ceiling, despite knowing you would kill him at it, he honestly didn’t care anymore, he never really was addicted but they seemed to help the most.  Stress wasn’t a stranger, at this point stress, loss and anger he welcomed with open arms seeing it being one of the only things he could feel. Except when It came to you.

Gray was so broken, believing that god himself had given up on him, but you were the one who brought all of the good back. With you life suddenly had meaning other then killing his enemies, and rising up to the top.

“Grayson!” The yelling filled the hall of the office, him letting out a sigh, knowing what will be coming next, as his men made way for you, knowing if one even accidental touched you, Grayson would literally kill him. The door opened with a shake, as you allowed yourself right in.

“What is it now angel?” The tone seemed almost mockingly as he walked over to the bottle of whiskey in the corner of the room, pouring a glass for himself, knowing you wouldn’t want any. He wanted to try to drown the next few minutes away, knowing you were going to giving him a piece of your mind.

“Don’t angel me, I heard what you’ve done. I don’t care what you think of the Shinner’s, they are my fathers friends, and I hear one of them are killed, and guess what? With fucking razor blades to the face!” You spoke, heart squeezing inside the confines of ribs. Razor blades, the only gang in LA that was known for these was of course the number one on top. “You promised me Gray!”

Never ever can he catch a break, something has to go wrong, someone just has to bug him, and he wasn’t having anymore of it. “I do not talk orders from you. Yes I have promised you, but I will not allow my family or company insulted by filth, you are not my fucking mother.” Grayson learned when to attack, in times like these with you sadly the middle person, telling them they were safe from Gray, but that’s when he end his enemies, when their guard is down and weak.

“Oh fuck you Grayson! They are my family, how the hell are we going to have a wedding if they’re going to fight the whole time?!”

“This is more important then our damn wedding!” Of course, you wouldn’t show it, but it kind of hurt at the words, being with Grayson for such a long time, you were looking forward to finally marrying him.

“You’re an asshole!” Grayson rolls his eyes, leaning against the desk,  throat burning from the whiskey. “What is happening to you?”

“What is happening to me? I’ve been like this, I’ve always been and I’m not changing any time soon. You knew this the moment we got involved, if you don’t like it, fucking leave!”

Gray’s thoughts were everywhere, the alcohol clouding all judgment he once had. That was it, quickly you left slamming the door, leaving Gray alone like he seemed to wanted the whole time to give his mind some rest, from the thoughts the consumed them.

Hours passed in a daze, by the time Gray had gotten home, he was tipsy, the house was lit up with yellow lights shinning through the darkness, as he driver pulled into the drive way.

While you and Gray both had jobs at day it was surprising not to see your car in the drive way, he shrugged it off as he walked through the door to be greeted by Mary, his house keeper. “Miss (Y/N) told me she was going away for a few days, she wanted me to pass the word. I’m going home now, have a good night Mr. Dolan.”

Grayson nods, trying his best to hide any hint of emotion, but truth is he was fucking worried. His head pumping at the thought of you being in public right now, with all this going on. In his line of work, he had to always expect the worst, which meant you dying. Gray fumbled with his phone, pressing it to his ear. A loud groan of frustration leaving his mouth as it went right to voice mail, the clicking of his fingers against the key board was the only sound in his house, not even his breathing could be heard, as he swore it stopped with the drop of his heart to his stomach. The words that were said earlier they were false, he was stressed, slightly freaking out, and just having an overall bad day. Without you Gray’s life seemed almost meaningless, and if loosing his way of living meant having you back, he’d drop it any day.

“What’s up man?” Ethan mumbles tiredly, after spending hours of the night protecting the warehouse, where most of the illegal contraband is, after killing the leaders son, he knew something was going to happen soon.

“I don’t know where she went man.” Gray let out a small gasp, there was no breathing at the moment due to lump in his throat that block all means. “And I just killed his fucking son! What it something happens to her?”

“Gray, i’ll send some guys to look. Relax, she’s smart and she know how to handle herself.” Gray couldn’t relax though as the last of air his body had was sucked from his lung, face red, as he began to pant. He couldn’t breath as he pressed his hand against his heart, trying his best to calm his body. It was only recently Grayson had suffered from panic attacks, his whole life he has known everything about this life of murder and illegal actions, and it only seemed to be affecting him now. 

“I’ll be there in a few.” He choked, as he sat down, his body begging for hair as he let out loud strings of raspy coughs as he tried to calm himself. He felt as if he was a stranger of his own body, not being able to it anymore, or control the sadness that pricked the tears in his eyes, and the ache in his heart.

Grayson remembered only days ago what you told him. “This life is destroying you.”

You were right, you were always right.

His office’s quietness welcomed him, soaking in all of his feelings of regret and guilt. Always he had to mess something up, something always had to go wrong with him involved. It seemed silly, that he was already starting to miss you, sure you’ve gotten into plenty fights, but never had you left.

The string of the relationship was cutting down, severing the bond of two. Grayson will always believe what has been said to him only years before, he is a toxic person. He does this to himself. Everything beautiful is destroyed by his hands, or shaped into being destroyed, and currently the relationship you both have.

But this might be the line for him, the worse you could ever done. Destroying the most beautiful thing close to his heart. You.

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