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FIC: Beneath an Aurora Sky ch. 12

Summary: The South Pole Station is equipped for research and Edge has always made sure things run smoothly for the inhabitants. His charges are meant to follow his rules and regulations, and in turn, he makes sure they survive in the arctic temperatures. It takes plenty of hard work and determination and Edge, along with his crew, can handle both.

He wasn’t counting on one of the newest researchers. He wasn’t expecting Rus.

Tags: Spicyhoney, First Time, Arctic AU, Hurt/Comfort

Notes: So, bourbon came up with an amazing AU and did some lovely art for it: please look at it and love it.

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Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four

Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven

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Already the snow was falling heavily. Edge could barely see through his goggles into the thick wall of white showing in the headlights, but he wasn’t guiding the snowmobile by the road. The GPS was still connecting thanks to the updates Alphys had made on it and he was following where it led, speeding along as fast as he dared towards Checkpoint #3. The heavy wind threatened constantly to send him veering off his path and Edge was forced to fight it, guiding the machine as it skidded and slew through the loose drifts.

He didn’t want to think of Rus trying to navigate through it, his imperfect driving skills struggling to combat winds that blew ferocious gales against anything in its path.

Edge was almost on top of the lights by the time he saw them looming out of the darkness and white. The headlamps barely cut through the snow, even from only a few feet away and he veered off to the side even as the Cat slowed. If their paths had been any further apart, they likely never would have seen each other and that was not a thought worth considering.

The Cat shuddered to a lurching stop, the door forced open against the blowing wind and Rus scrambled out, a barely visible blotch of color against the white. He skidded and slipped as he ran towards Edge, outlined in the sodium-yellow glow of the headlights.

"edge!" Whatever else he said was torn away, carried off in the blowing snow as Rus almost fell into Edge's arms. His hood was up and his skull was completely covered, bundled up as it should be in his high coat collar and goggles, but this close Edge could feel the pulse of his fear coming from his soul, rabbity and quick. Rus was scared and they didn't have time for this, every moment they were in this storm grew more dangerous. But Edge still pulled him close in one quick, hard hug.

"We need to get to shelter! Come on, the snowmobile is faster than the Cat." Edge shouted, still barely heard through the roar of the storm. He helped Rus climb on clumsily behind him, arms wrapping around him and gripping tight even through the layers of their coats.

A quick touch on the GPS changed their course to the closest emergency shelter and they were off. It was more difficult going, the piling snow clogging their path and Rus’s grip around him tightened by the moment, stranglingly so. Edge only pressed on, following the glowing screen in front of him rather than the road. The GPS flashed as they came up to the shelter and he helped Rus off, grabbing out the snow cover and hastily yanking it over the snowmobile before they waded through the drifts to get inside.

The shelter smelled musty and unused. Between the two of them, they forced the door closed and the sudden cessation of the blowing wind echoing in Edge’s head. Next to the door was a cradle and Edge slotted the portable Core device into it. The lights came on immediately and soon heat was pouring into the small room.

He silently thanked Alphys for her power modifications. Human equipment would have taken far longer and it was imperative they both get warm quickly.

All the shelters were identical, prefabricated buildings designed for survival rather than comfort. Berths were built into the wall, two on the bottom, two on top, like bunk beds, and each bed was made up with military precision, with an extra blanket folded at the foot. On the other wall was a table with two chairs and stored beneath it was an insulated bucket that held survival rations. All the shelters were checked frequently, a clipboard hanging on the wall signed off in Undyne’s stark initials. It should hold them until the storm let up.

Rus stood next to him, dripping snow on the heavy mat by the door. He started to fumble off his gloves but Edge caught his hand, stilling him.

"Keep your gear on for now,” Edge told him, “At least until the temperature is above subzero. Once it’s warmer, we'll hang everything up to dry.”

Rus nodded, then immediately disobeyed to push up his goggles. His eye lights were paler than normal, shrunken. "you came after me.”

“I did.”

“thanks." He smiled then, a little wobbly but it was there. "my hero."

“Hardly, you were on the right course.”

“i was scared shitless,” Rus went on as if he hadn’t spoken, “tried to remember everything you taught us. i was following the GPS, but i couldn’t see anything out the front window.” Now that they were safe, the shock of it was settling in. Rus was starting to shiver in a way that had nothing to do with the cold, wrapping his arms around himself and blinking too hard.

“You were doing fine,” Edge soothed. The cold and the storm weren’t the only peril now. He stripped off his gloves and took Rus’s face in his hands, chilled bone against his warmer palms. “You weren’t far from the shelter. You would have made it whether or not I came.”

“maybe,” Rus didn’t sound convinced. “wouldn’t have been able to warm it as fast, though. neat trick.”

Edge nodded warily, offering no explanation. The temperature of the small room felt fine against his bare hands and Edge started stripping off his outdoor gear, hanging it from the hooks that lined the wall next to the door. Rus took the hint and stripped off his gloves, but rather than starting on the rest he only stood blinking owlishly.

Shock, and Edge decided to give him a few minutes more to gather himself, focusing instead on his boot laces. “Did you get everything packed up at the checkpoint?”

“barely. i noticed the storm blowing in because the stars were going out, so i started loading up my gear,” Rus swallowed hard, a quiver running through him despite his heavy coat. “i swear, it was only snowing a little when i left the checkpoint, it blew in so fast.”

"It can happen that way. It's good you left when you did and that you managed to stay on the road. Otherwise, I may have driven right past you without seeing you.”

Rus shivered. "do me a favor, and let's not think about that, yeah?" He groaned, slapping his forehead. “i didn’t grab any of my equipment from the cat, my laptop, my telescope, they’re all still in it!”

“I think it should be fine,” Edge said dryly. “the neighborhood is rough, but you locked the doors. Once the storm is over, Red will get the plow running. He’ll head our way as soon as it’s safe. The snowmobile has a tracker on it and so do I. So do you, for that matter, they know where we are.”

Rus blinked, successfully distracted. “i have a tracker? Where?”

“Of course,” Edge said, amused, as Rus looked down at himself as if expecting to find someone had secreted it into his rib cage one night. “As a safety precaution.” Or in the worst-case scenario to help locate a body, but that didn’t seem comforting to mention, to either of them. “It’s sewn into the lining of your coat.”

“oh.” He almost sounded disappointed. It seemed to remind Rus he was supposed to be removing his gear. He fumbled at said coat with fingers that seemed worryingly clumsy, shaking so hard that he had to try for the zipper twice. Edge took hold of Rus’s wrists, gently but firmly, stilling him, then unzipped it himself.

He shouldn’t, it was understood that every researcher needed to be able to take basic care of themselves and their gear and on any given day, he knew very well that Rus was more than capable. Today was an outlier, the storm raging outside, and Edge’s hands didn’t care what was supposed to be; they wanted to touch Rus, feel the solid warmth of his bones as he peeled away his coat and snow pants.

Beneath the layers of his outer gear, Rus was wearing his thermals, the sleek material tight to his slender bones and also Edge’s fleece jacket. The appeal of seeing Rus in his clothing had yet to fade and Edge left it, setting their boots by the door to dry and stepping over to the small table.

"There’s plenty of rations stored here. The meals will be frozen, but there's a stove, we won’t need to enjoy any savory popsicles today."

"yum," Rus grimaced.

Privately, Edge agreed. After Bonnie’s cooking, MRE’s were a spectacularly unappealing alternative. “You scoff, but in these temperatures it’s important to keep your energy up. I can guess you’ve burned a lot of extra magic in the past couple hours to stay warm even bundled up.”

“yeah, i read the safety briefing.” Rus gave him a lopsided smile and, to Edge’s relief, finally sat at the table, easing the unnerving rattle of his bones trembling. If he hadn’t sat down soon, Edge had been about to take a damn chair to him.

“Good to hear. Have a seat and I’ll get the stove going.”

“it’s all you, betty crocker.”

It was strange, the two of them alone together in the claustrophobic confines of the shelter. The stove lit easily, one of the small pans set on a burner. Edge wasn’t an expert on small talk, but he kept a stream of light chatter going, explaining what he was doing and enlisting Rus to open packages, if only to keep Rus awake until he’d eaten. Rest was good, but they couldn’t afford for him to get sick out here. He had to replenish his magic first.

According to the packets, the rations he chose were black bean soup, along with hot cocoa packets and granola bars for dessert. Hardly the worst things he’d ever eaten. The cocoa powder was mixed with tiny, awful marshmallows and Edge didn’t even try to conceal spooning them into Rus’s mug instead.

Rus ate his fair share, helping to clean up when they were finished before slouching back into the chair. The meal seemed to have energized him, his eye lights brighter and whatever lingering upset from earlier faded beneath an increasingly sly smirk.

"so. we've got food, shelter, now all we need is a way to pass the time."

It brought to mind Edge’s thoughts of earlier, his hopes on how he might spend his evening. His guilty imaginings had been in his own room back at the station, the two of them sharing his wide, comfortable bed. The shelter was hardly the height of romance, but Rus was undeniably lovely, and temptation rose again, amongst other things.

But there was no reason to be overly eager, was there. "There's a deck of cards in the gear."

That smirk widened. "strip poker?"

He’d never survive. Instead, Edge set a finger under Rus's chin, tipping his chin up. Despite his flirtations and smirks, his sockets went round, eye lights widening as Edge murmured, "That won't be necessary.” He leaned in, hesitating with their mouths a breath apart. “Are you sure?"

"pretty damn sure,” Rus scoffed. “i've been flirting with you since the first moment we met. come on, you knew this would happen if you came after me.”

He had, of course he had. Outside, the storm was howling, trapping them here. He’d already been tired of resisting and being out here alone with Rus was making Edge forget why he ever had to begin with.

But instead of leaning in for the kiss, Edge straightened. Rus’s brow creased in confusion, the dawning uncertainty in his eye lights shifting to confusion when Edge pulled him to his feet and took the chair himself. His confusion quickly became surprise as Edge pulled him down to straddle his lap, all his light weight settling on him.

He caught on quickly, Rus draped his arms around Edge’s shoulders with cheeky amusement, “happy now?”

“Almost,” Edge whispered, and finally pulled him in. His mouth was as sweet as every memory of before, eager, his tongue exploring. Not their first kiss or even their second, but it was the first time Edge could explore at his leisure, stroking Rus’s tongue with his own, curling them together. The sound he made, soft and yearning, broke the last of Edge’s reticence. He caught Rus beneath both femurs and stood, lifting him easily even as Rus squeaked, arms and legs tightening around him.

The closest bunk was hardly two steps away and Rus’s sockets were wide as Edge lay them both on it, settling on top of him.

“ohhh,” Rus groaned, his hips jerking up as Edge rocked against him experimentally. So responsive and they’d barely begun.

It was still too cold to be lounging around bare bones, and Edge mourned the chance to see all of Rus, all that tantalizingly smooth bone he knew lay beneath his clothes. Instead, he slipped a hand beneath Rus’s thermal shirt to feel them, that silky gloss. Watching his face was nearly as good, the way Rus’s teeth parted as he gasped, his sockets scrunching closed or going wide as Edge explored his ribs, his sternum. Trailed down his spine to his pelvis and caressing the curves of his iliac crests. He paused at the waistband of his pants, fingertips lingering at the zip until Rus pushed up impatiently. The he slowly undid the button, inching the zipper downward. Until Rus intercepted his hand, fumbling with it himself and tearing open his fly.

“tease,” Rus accused, and Edge only chuckled softly.

“That’s rich, coming from you,” Edge told him. “You’ve been teasing me from the moment you stepped off the ship.”

“only because you weren’t taking the hint…ah!” Rus cut off on a gasp as Edge slipped a hand down the front of his pants, exploring cautiously. He’d never been with another skeleton Monster, but he knew Rus could form whatever he liked. Edge’s preference was to use his cock, but he was willing to be versatile.

But his curious fingers found soft, damp folds, delicate and slick to his wondering touch. Very slick, and Edge pressed a gentle finger between them, easing it inside.

Rus whimpered, slapping his hands over his face to stifle it, but a bright flush was still visible through his fingers.

"Don't be embarrassed," Edge said softly. "you're beautiful."

"don't say that!" Rus gasped. His voice broke as Edge moved his finger again, then eased another inside, both gliding easily in that wetness.

"Perhaps I can prove it to you." Edge nuzzled against his jaw, trailing kisses down to his chin, but the urge to watch him was irresistible. With every thrust of his fingers, Rus squirmed and cried out, arching up into his touch. He found an easy rhythm, coaxing more whimpers free and soon Rus was scrabbling at his shoulders, hands gripping bruisingly hard.

Only to groan in disappointment as Edge carefully withdrew.

“Wait for me,” Edge whispered. He moved to quickly shed his trousers, then helped Rus with his own, leaving him bare from the waist down. He only caught a glimpse of damp honey-gold before Rus snatched the blanket from the foot of the bed and pulled it over them both. He hadn’t seen Rus completely, but he could feel him, settling between his femurs and his own impatience guided him.

Edge took himself in hand, groaning at the feel, but it turned into a gasp as he slid inside. So tight, the passage clutching and fluttering around his length. Too tight, and beneath him, Rus tensed, fingertips digging into Edge’s rib cage as he stuttered on a breath.

“Relax,” Edge murmured, scattering kisses over his face, “easy.”

Rus squirmed, and the tightness eased fractionally, but the inward press was still difficult. Rus was blinking too hard, his gaze fixed, focused on the bunk above them and Edge paused with a frown, "Am I hurting you?"

"n-no," Rus breathed out shakily, "no, it doesn't hurt, it's just…weird. i've never done this." Shock made automatically start to pull back, what the fuck, but Rus hastily slid his legs around him, holding him in. “don’t, i mean…i’m not a virgin, it’s just…i’ve never done this.” He shifted again, frowning, and again, as if he was trying to make more room inside himself. “i usually top, this is…it feels…

Then why the hell hadn’t he said something? “Is that what you want?”

“no,” Rus shook his head, “no, i…i want it like this. just.” He reached down, a hand slithering between them and he felt Rus’s fingers moving, slick sounds as he rubbed his clit.

“there, that’s…better,” Rus moaned. He lifted his hips entreatingly and Edge obliged, pressing in deeper and the hot clasp of Rus’s body made him hiss out a breath. Rus’s legs tightened around him, one foot clipping hard against Edge’s hip and he drove forward automatically like a horse nudged by its rider. Rus cried out, trying to clutch him even closer, to follow the push and pull as Edge moved inside him.

By the end, Edge was choking on cries of his own, trying desperately to get deeper, to move faster, each an impossibility. Rus was gorgeous beneath him, writhing against the blankets, his skull tossing on the pillow as he pleaded for more, for harder, his fingers working furiously between them. Until he came, strangling out a last whine even as his body tightened gloriously around Edge, dragging him over into an orgasm that sent his vision into a spiral of white.

It was all he could do to keep from collapsing down on Rus, holding his weight up on his elbows as they panted, their bones sweaty beneath the blankets even with the chill of the room.

“Beautiful,” Edge murmured, gazing down at Rus and he was. Cheek bones flushed warm golden orange, his eye lights still languidly foggy. He looked well fucked, indulgently satisfied and it was beautiful.

That blush heightened, closer to true orange, but Rus didn’t protest again. Instead, he shifted closer, settling to rest his skull on Edge’s rib cage. They should clean up; they might be sleeping in this bed for a couple of days and Edge wasn’t about to give Undyne the satisfaction of asking why they’d needed to use so many blankets.

But Edge’s resistance was low and it was easier to simply hold Rus close, trailing a hand down his spine to fondle the intricate, sensitive joints.

Rus shivered, but he didn’t seem particularly drowsy when he said, “can i ask something?”

“I suppose that’s how it’s done,” Edge told him, amused. If they could share the intimacies of their bodies, he shouldn’t shy from a few questions.

But he wasn’t prepared when Rus asked, “how did you all end up here, anyway?”

“I believe you were about to get caught in a storm and I came after you.”

That ploy only earned him a sleepy swat. “not us, you. undyne. your goblin bro. how did a bunch of monsters end up running a south pole station?”

Edge considered that question; it wasn’t unreasonable, but somehow discussing the past always made him uncomfortable. “It wasn’t a choice,” he said at last, “Back in the Underground, I was a member of the King’s guard. It was---” He hesitated, those were memories he preferred not to dredge up, long past being pushed aside and forgotten. “--not ideal. Then the Queen returned with the Human and usurped the throne.”

He allowed Rus to draw back, settling his skull on the pillow as he blinked at Edge, unspoken questions in his eye lights.

Edge only rolled over enough to face him and went on. “She wanted all Monsters to forswear Asgore, to repent for what we did in the service of the King. Most Monsters did it, took amnesty. Undyne and I did not and when we left, Red and Alphys came with us.”

At the time, it had made sense to him. Red had been badly injured in the coup, his skull close to shattered and not expected to survive, and that left Edge with little but his pride. He and Undyne refused to humiliate themselves and grovel before the icily stoic Queen, refused to beg forgiveness for doing their duty, supposedly for the King, but in truth for the Monsters he was trying to protect. He’d expected to be executed for it. But Queen Toriel was nothing like Asgore, whose volatile temper often ended in dust. Instead, it resulted in their banishment from the Monster community.

He didn’t know how to explain any of that to Rus, how to describe his bewilderment when the Queen pronounced their sentence, the numb shock as they were cast out into the Human world, Undyne at his side as Edge carried his brother along with him, waiting for him to dust. Red proved stubborn beyond any expectations and survived, but it was a terrible time for them all.

“It turns out it was a good thing those two came with us,” Edge said at last. “Undyne and I didn't have much in the way of marketable skills past security guards, but those two got jobs working at the Science Institute.

“Then this position came up. It was only supposed to be for one term but the Institute saw a lucrative opportunity with us. We could maintain the facility better than any human could hope to and we’re better equipped to handle the long periods of darkness or sunlight without the downsides that Humans can experience. I suppose we can thank our time Underground for that much.”

He didn’t mention that one of their main purposes for accepting the position was the location being perfect for Alphys’s research into power sources. This far from most Humans, she was free to experiment and her work flourished, expanding on the Core mechanics, bettering the machine protype that saved his brother. Things she’d been too wary to research at the Institute were at her fingertips here and it benefitted them all. Someday, it might benefit the world.

Tentative fingertips brushed his cheek bone, startling Edge from his thoughts. He took that hand in his own, pressing a soft kiss to Rus’s knuckles. “I don't regret anything. We do good work here. This is home now and compared to life in the Underground, it's paradise.”

"but…?" Rus prompted softly and Edge wondered what was in his expression that made Rus ask.

Edge sighed heavily. "But time has given me a little perspective on the Queen. Back then, I thought her goal was to humiliate us. I was too angry, too caught up in our losses to see that she was trying to give us an opportunity to remain in the community without her needing to pass judgement on anything that happened beneath Asgore’s rule. Accepting amnesty would have allowed that.” Edge rubbed a thumb over Rus’s fingers, noting absently that they were slimmer than his own and in much better condition, delicately unbroken lines of bone in comparison to his scarred, pitted ones. “It doesn’t matter. It’s water under the bridge now. But I’d suggest not bringing any of this up back at the station, I doubt that Undyne and my brother have gained the same perspective.”

"not a problem,” Rus said wryly. He twisted his hand in Edge’s grasp, cupping his face with those slender fingers. “getting on either of their bad sides is low on my list.”

“What about my bad side?”

His smile turned wolfish. “i’ve had a pretty good look at all your sides now and far as i can tell, they are just fine.”

“Brat.” But it was fondly said and made for a good opportunity to steal yet another kiss, “Speaking of brats, you should have said that you’d never—”

Suddenly, Rus let out a loud, deliberate yawn, “huh, wow, so sleepy, all that excitement today just about wore me out.”

Edge sighed, exasperate, but he relented. “We will be discussing that later,” he warned.

“mmmhmm,” Rus mumbled. He burrowed into the decadent warmth of the blankets until only the top curve of his skull was still visible. Soon his pretense of sleep was a reality, his breathing slow and even. Edge didn’t sleep, only held Rus close, focusing on the way he felt in his arms and not the memories of the past that were lingering, dredged up hauntingly close to the surface.

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tbc

[whumping-every-day]

Hey Sarah! Congrats on getting your card! I'm sorry you've been having a few rough days of writing. Writer's block stinks big time. Could I possibly request mercy killing from your card? If you have time and want to. I'm picturing the whimper maybe doing it to "free" a friend of the Whumpee that has also been captured? Thank you so much for all the effort you put into your stories. Please don't pressure yourself about them. We love them whenever you publish then. It should be fun for you!

Baby, buddy, my friend... thank you so much for your kind words. Also, you may regret asking me this. Because I saw this request, and immediately decided on doing the worst thing ever.

Have an Au of my vampire series, where Callum does not find and rescue Ash in time. Instead, Ash remains with the hunters who originally captured him. Callum happens to stop by years later to visit a friend. 

Content Warnings: Major character death!!! (non-canonical, but still) mouth/face/eye/finger gore, blood, broken/shattered bones, aftermath of torture, injuries, dehumanizing language, muzzles, put on display, tortured literally out of his mind, brief vomit, mercy killing. 

Tagging the vampire gang: @pepperonyscience @angelsuperwholock @pennsss @silver-sparrow-462 @silverinkgoldenquill @kestrelsparverius @learningtowhump @shameless-whumper @latenightcupsofcoffee @thebluejayswhump @what-huh-imconfused  @lostbetweenvampiresandmusic @vickytokio @pink-and-purple-flowers @gonna-feel-that-tomorrow @whump-em @umniyah-s

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The creature twitches and shudders as it falls to the packed earth. The crowd of onlookers is thinner, now, as dusk starts to fall. A few of the townspeople linger, though, and the hunters just stand around and watch as they deal a flurry of kicks and insults to the quivering lump of flesh on the ground. 

That’s all it is, anymore. A lump of flesh. The muzzle is a part of its face, and its eye sockets are empty behind bleeding eyelids. 

There’s the rattling of strained, laboured breathing, but there is no other sound. Not even when one of the larger assailants sets his foot on the vampire’s chest and shoves. Something cracks as the creature’s torso caves in. 

“Alright, alright. ‘m afraid you will have to come back tomorrow, boys.” One of the hunters scoops up the chain attached to the creature’s collar. “Don’t worry, it’s not going anywhere.” 

One of the men laughs, wiping his boot off on the grass as if he’s touched something filthy. “Yeah, I should hope so. That thing’s practically our mascot now.” 

It takes some time, but the remaining villagers slowly start to disperse as the hunters drag the still-juddering corpse inside. It’s breathing, technically, but it’s still a corpse. There’s nothing about it that looks human anymore, not its face or its body. Its skin is still smoking, and the stench of burning meat still permeates the courtyard. Night falls, and the courtyard is empty, and the creature lies in a cage made of iron and floats on a sea of nothingness and agony. 

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“Didn’t you say you have a vampire here?” Callum takes a long draw out of his tankard, drumming his fingers on the wood of the bar. He doesn’t know the hunter in front of him that well, but well enough that not stopping by when he’s in town would be rude. Derik is short and rotund, thick and broad. 

“Aww, yeah, man.” Derik is considerably deeper into his bottle than Callum is. “ ‘s hardly a vampire now, though. It’s a money-maker. Who’da ever thought people would pay to stand around ‘n watch us break it? It don’t even respond, anymore. ‘s boring.” The man slurs, glaring pensively into his bottle. 

Callum hides his grimace fairly well, but his next swig of beer tastes bitter on his tongue. He’s done awful things to these creatures, of course, but he tries to keep it quick. A bolt to the chest, or a clean decapitation with a silver blade. But then, he’s never been short on funds, so maybe he shouldn’t talk. “Hey. If it puts food on the table...” 

Derik snorts. “Barely. ‘sides, tha’s not the point. It deserves it.” 

“Ah.” Callum takes another drink. “So you guys caught it, and just... kept it?” 

“Mm-hmm.” Derik’s cheeks are flushed, and he looked about ready to pass out. But his eyes brighten suddenly, and he leans forward, nearly unbalancing on the stool. “You wanna see?” 

“Do I want to-” Callum breaks off. He doesn’t understand why the question fills him with a nameless sort of dread. He doesn’t want to see. He doesn’t want to know. And yet, that terrible dread is translating into sick curiosity. “I’ll take a peek.” 

“Yeeaaahh, that’s my man,” Derik crows. He slings a careless arm around Callum’s shoulders, and his breath stinks like booze. 

Callum is starting to regret coming here at all. 

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“This is your vampire?” The words fall from his lips as horrified, and for a split second, for just a moment, it feels like it’s happened before. But everything is different, this time; everything is worse. 

They’ve disassembled the creature, piece by piece. Callum mistakes the dark lump for a shadow at first, but then the shadow moves. Callum’s hand falls to his knife automatically - but the figure is keening, quiet and raw. It sounds like a child sobbing, or a wounded, dying animal. It sends shivers down Callum’s spine. 

“Oh, yeah. It don’t do much no more...” Derik stumbles over to it, and he’s not steady on his feet, but he’s aware enough to spit down on it. The flesh of its lower face is burned away. Callum can see its cheekbones, and that it’s missing its teeth. Not just its fangs. All of its teeth. 

Callum gags a little and takes a step back, feeling horror roil in his gut. “What is wrong with you people?” 

Derik is busy fumbling with his pants, like he’s going to take a piss right on the creature’s broken body. He pauses at the words though, brow creasing. “Wha’s wrong with you?” He counters. “ ‘s a vampire. I can do.. wh-ever I want.” 

Callum can’t catch his breath, suddenly. The smell in the little stone room is rancid; filth and piss and rot, and the sour, overlaying stench of terror. The vampire is missing fingers, and the ones that remain are bent and crushed. Callum feels very cold, suddenly, and then very warm. 

His fingers shake as he grips his knife and draws it. He is driven by cold horror as he moves, his mind not even catching up with his body. 

Derik is too drunk to see him coming. Callum knocks him over the head with the hilt, and the man drops like a stone. Callum has to stifle the urge to keep hitting him. 

The vampire does not seem to be conscious of his presence... or of anything at all, really. Callum walks over to it, and the longer he stares, the more he feels the alcohol twisting and turning in his gut. 

It’s only when he sees the creature’s severed tendons, and the way the bottoms of its feet have been mangled, that he turns and vomits all over the floor. 

“Oh my god,” he mutters, wiping the back of his mouth. This goes far beyond overkill. This is - this is something else. This is the deepest expression of human evil he’s ever come across. Callum has never been religious, but this is an abhorrence.

There’s a stake in his hand as he crouches beside the trembling lump of skin and bone. Its head jerks in his direction, and the keening gets a little louder. 

He can’t heal it. Callum has tested the limits of a vampire’s body himself, but he’s never seen torture like this. He’d have to drain three people or over to even think of fixing it, and even then... Callum looks at the way its empty eyelids flutter, the way the exposed, caved bones in its chest rattle and wheeze. No. Healing it would not be a kindness. 

The hunter draws in an unsteady breath and grips the stake. It will be easy from here; a quick plunge, not even a moving target. But he can’t help but reach out, just once, as if something else is guiding his hand. As if allowing this creature’s last moments of contact to be violent is too much.

There’s no patch of the creature’s flesh that is not maimed in some way. Callum settles a hand as gently as he can over its empty eyes, and his jaw clenches at the way it shudders and twitches. 

“Easy,” he murmurs, even as he readies the stake. “You can rest now.” He doesn’t know why he’s trying to talk to it. It can’t understand him. Callum squeezes his eyes shut just for a moment, as if hoping to purge the gory image from his mind. But it’s still there for him when he looks again, and the creature is limp under his hand, finally fallen silent. It’s waiting, he realizes. Callum’s hands shake with fury, but he squeezes the stake harder and grits his teeth. “I give you mercy.” 

It’s a harsh motion, quick and decisive, and the creature turns to dust beneath his fingers. Callum is left gripping the worn wooden steak with angry tears in his eyes. Everything about this is wrong. Everything. 

He’s sick at heart as he stands, and as he goes back to the bar and pays his tab, and as he finds his way out to the stables and saddles his horse. There are monsters in their world, Callum knows this. But he will never again forget that the worst monster is and always has been humanity. 

It’s just one night in the course of his life, but Callum isn’t ever able to forget what he saw. And when he gets home and goes to collapse onto his cot, for some reason, the lab feels emptier than it ever has before. 

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Arranged - Chapter 5 BTS MafiaAU!

Description: (Y/N) was born and raised in her father´s mafia. She has always wanted to get out of the mafia life for as long as she can remember wanting to live a normal life. She get´s promised that on her 21st birthday she´s free to leave her father´s mafia, but on her 18th birthday, her present from her father is a marriage contract to none other than Min Yoongi, mafia leader of BTS.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader

Word count: 5028

Warnings: Language, drug abuse, violence

A/N: Hey what´s up everybody and I finally managed to upload this chapter. I would have done it way earlier today, but with school starting up again after spring break this week I have been really busy and I actually finished writing this chapter 30 min ago, sooo whoopsy.

With that being said I hope you will enjoy reading this and please leave me a comment or send me a message. I love seeing how much you guys love this series and I´m so happy for that so now I´m just gonna let you read this chapter <3

FYI  This is my secondary blog and my primary one is called @neonbrainfreze so it will be that one I answer with when you guys comment on my posts and stuff like that.

Tags: @aquietkerfuffle, @twilight-loveer, @anaspectofsociety, @ashisthresh, @suga-hypnos, @kittycatlittle23

Masterlist

Character Aesthetic, Chapter1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7(Final)

You slowly woke up and the first thing that hit you were the smell. It was moldy and disgusting as you scrunched up your nose in disgust. You were starting to hear voices call out something in the distance and you groaned out in response. The voices became louder and louder and you could slowly make out that it was your name they were calling.

You opened your eyes and to begin with, everything was just one big blur and you could barely make out the seven people sitting in front of you, up against a wall. You blinked hard a few times and saw that it was Yoongi and the rest of the members and their hands were handcuffed to some big pipes that ran along the wall.

“(Y/N)! Can you hear me? Are you okay?” Yoongi gasped out and you looked up at him. He had a black eye and his lower lip was split open and slightly swollen.

“Yeah, yeah I´m fine,” you answered him, your voice shaking a little bit by the shock of seeing your husband in this shape. You looked at the rest of the members and, to your horror, they were in the exact same condition as Yoongi were. They all had bruises placed all over their body and some had scrapes and cuts too.  

“What happened? Where are we?” you asked as you attempted to sit up, but you felt something heavy around your wrists and ankles. You looked down and saw big, chunky chains around them and they were attached to the wall behind you. They were heavy and it was hard to move around with them, but you managed to sit up.

“A rival gang attacked us, but I don´t know who or how they managed to break into the mansion,” Yoongi answered you. That´s when you remembered what had happened when you had been with Jimin out looking for either Jin or Sora for some painkillers. Someone had hit Jimin from behind and knocked him out and you passed out from inhaling chloroform. That´s when it hit you that you had seen a figure right before you passed out and it had looked a lot like Vijin, your father´s right-hand man.

But it couldn’t be him, could it? You thought to yourself. Why would he be in Yoongi´s mansion and why would he have kidnapped you and the other´s-?

That´s when a loud bang to your left, pulling you out of your thoughts and you looked over in the direction of the sound, and what you saw deeply terrified you.

Right beside you were Irene locked in a dog cage, wildly kicking at the door trying to open it. As you looked through the bars, you could see that Sohee and Sora were also locked in two dog cages. None of the cages were very big and they could barely sit up or stretch out their legs.

In horror you looked back over at Yoongi, hoping for an explanation, but he was staring intently at the door to Irene´s cage as if he concentrated hard enough he could open it with his thoughts. Irene kept kicking at the door while muttering curses under her breath.

Suddenly a door in the corner flew open, hitting the wall from the force that was used. It gave a loud bang that rattled through your head, giving you a horrible headache. A man walked into the room and he looked oddly familiar to you. He walked in a straight line over to Irene´s cage and smashed his fist down on top of it. He hit it with so much force that it left a dent in it, making it even harder for Irene to sit up. This made Namjoon yell out at the man and Irene only started kicking harder at the door while practically hissing at the man like a ferocious cat.

“Shut the hell up all of you,” the man yelled out. “You´re only making it worse for yourselves,” he added on.

“Why are you keeping us here?” Yoongi asked in a threatening voice, but it didn´t sound very threatening giving that he was sitting on cold, wet stone floors while being cuffed to some pipes. “What do you want from us? Who the hell are you even?” he continued, his voice raising with every question.

“That’s not my questions to answer,” the man snapped back before turning towards you. “Hello (Y/N), it´s good to see you again.”

His comment made a cold shiver run through your body and everybody turned to look at you. You felt very small under everybody´s gaze and you could clearly see how they all wanted some answers from you, but you didn´t have any. How did this man know you and what did he mean with ´seeing you again´? Yeah he looked familiar to you, but you still had no clue how and why that was.

“Oh you don´t remember me?” the man continued asking while walking closer to you. You tried getting away from him, pushing yourself over the cold floors with your legs, but the man only stepped on your chains, keeping you in place.

“Hey!” Yoongi yelled after him. “Get the fuck away from her!” but he only ignored Yoongi´s outburst and crouched down in front of you.

“I´m deeply hurt that you don´t remember me after all the time we spend together when you were little,” he pouted while taking a hold of the chains around your wrists and yanking your body towards him and that´s when it downed on you who he was.

When you were younger, your father sometimes brought you with him to his casino so you could get used to the feeling of being surrounded by dangerous men, it being part of your training so that you, in the future, could go out on missions. The man in front of you, whose name you now remembered to be Frank, was in charge of keeping an eye on you.

“You work as one of the security guards at my father´s casino,” you gasped out.

“That´s right sweet cheeks,” he almost purred out while grabbing your chin hard.

“Get the hell away from her!” Yoongi yelled after him, tugging hard on the handcuffs. You could see that he had scraped some of the skin on his wrists of, enough for blood to slowly start trickle down them, tainting them red.

Irene began kicking against the door to the cage again and Frank pushed you away from him, standing up and walking over to Irene.

“I think we need to calm you down a bit,” Frank said as he starred down at her. “Unless you can do that voluntarily?” he added on.

“Like hell I will,” Irene sneered out while scowling up at him.

“That´s what I thought,” Frank only commented, pulling a phone out of his pocket and calling someone. “Damien hello, I think I have the perfect lab rat for you,” he said into the phone after this Damien guy had picked up. The way he said ´lab rat´ sent a cold shiver through your body once again.

He hung up and put the phone back in his pocket before crouching down in front of the door to Irene´s cage. “We should get you ready now since Damien doesn´t like to wait once he gets here,” he taunted at her, opening the cage and griping onto her legs. He started pulling her out, but Irene thought hard to stay in the cage.

Everything was chaos now. Namjoon was roaring profanities at Frank. The rest of the guys were all trying to break free of their restraints, but they might as well have been trying to lift an elephant above their heads, both being completely pointless. Sohee and Sora were yelping out assuring words, telling her everything was gonna be okay, but it was hopeless and had the same effect as telling a person that was bleeding out that they would make it.

And you, what were you doing in all of this? All you could do was stare at what was happening. You were in complete shock that your father´s most trusted men had betrayed him like this. Frank was the best security guy at the casino and Vijin, because now you were one-hundred sure that it was him that you saw, was your father´s right handed man. What would your father do when he found out about this?

Your train of thoughts quickly came to a hold as a man now stepped into the room, carrying a small bag with him. You instantly recognized him as one of your father´s best drug lords,

What the hell is going on you frantically thought to yourself. Why were they all betraying your father like this? What had he done in the last few days to make them come to this? Kidnapping you, your husband Yoongi and his most important members of his gang.

“Damien help me with this one, she´s quite the rebel,” Frank urged at him. Irene held the bars of the cage behind her head so hard that her hands were completely white. She was flinging her legs around wildly to try and make Frank loose his grip around her ankles.

“You always had a problem with controlling women,” Damien chuckled out, putting the bag down on a table that was standing beside the door.

“Shut up and help me,” Frank only growled out at him as Irene now had freed one of her legs from his grip and was kicking down hard on his hand that was holding her other leg.

Damien walked up to where her hands was gripping onto the cage and gave her a hard kick over her fingers. Irene instantly loosed her grip on the cage, whimpering out in pain, making Namjoon thrash even harder against his handcuffs, and drawing blood from around his wrists too.

Frank quickly grabbed Irene´s ankles again, pulling her fully out of the cage and onto the ground. He let go of her ankles and went to grab her wrists so he could drag her over to the chair, but Irene quickly sprung up attacking his face, trying to scratch his eyes out.

She managed to scratch his cheeks, blood starting to trickle down them, before Damien was standing behind her, gripping her hair and flinging her around before smashing the side of her head down on the corner of the cage. It was a miracle that she didn´t pass out from how hard the impact between her head and the cage was, but she was swaying a lot completely deaf to Namjoon calling out her name. His yelling had turned into broken down pleas, the tears shinning bright in his eyes.

“STOP!” you suddenly yelled, surprising yourself with the strength it held. Both Damien and Frank were staring at you, their faces full of utter surprise before cracking into a smirk. There were completely silence in the room now, everybody staring at you. You looked up at Irene, her chin hanging down by her chest and barely holding herself together. “Why are you doing this? What will you be gaining from betraying my father like this?” you asked them, the strength slowly leaving your voice, making it slightly quiver at the end.  

Frank only smirked more at this, letting go of Irene´s arm before slowly walking over to you. “Oh sweet cheeks, who do you think gave us the orders to do this?” he sighed out and your jaw instantly dropped. Had your father really ordered them to do this? And why would he do that?

“Now, you just be a good little girl and stop interrupting us so we can put our little lab rat to good use. She´s gonna test out some new drugs that Damien here have been working on lately,” Frank continued chanting out. He started walking back to where Damien was holding Irene up and before you could think about it you had stuck out your leg out, making him trip over it, and falling hard to the ground. He quickly got back up again and turned around towards you, staring at you with fury burning in his eyes.

“You know what Damien,” he seethed in a low voice. “That one seems pretty calm right now,” he continued nodding his head in the direction of Irene. “Why don´t we put her to good use instead,” he was now kneeling down in front of you, pushing you hard against the wall with a hand pressed to your collarbones.

“Don´t you dare touch her!” Yoongi yelled out in anger, fighting even harder against his handcuffs, but it was pointless.

“That sounds like a brilliant idea,” Damien chimed in, both of them completely ignoring Yoongi. He let go of Irene and she fell hard to the ground.

“IRENE!?” Namjoon called out as soon as she hit the ground, but all he got back from her was a small groan. The tears had spilled over his eyes, staining his cheeks in the progress.

In the meantime, Damien had walked back over to the table, taking the back and pulling out a syringe and a small bottle containing some type of purple liquid. He unscrewed the lid and stuck the little needle in the liquid, drawing some of it from the bottle and into the syringe. He started walking towards where Frank had you pinned against the wall while checking for small air bubbles.

You were panicking now, struggling to get out of Franks grip on you. Your heart was thumping loudly in your chest and hard enough to make your chest hurt. It was hard to breathe and the anxiety of what was about to happen was ripping through your body. You were flinging your arms and legs around, in the progress hitting Frank directly in the groin making him gasp out in pain before he managed to compose himself again.

He slowly looked up at your eyes, clenching his fist and before you knew it, he punched you in the face. Stars were flashing before your eyes and the metallic taste of blood started to fill your mouth. You turned your head towards him again and, not wanting to go down without a fight, you spit him directly in the face with a mixture of your saliva and blood, but that only added fuel to the already blazing fire.

“You´re going to regret ever doing that you little bitch,” he seethed out through clenched teeth, drying your blood and saliva of his face with the sleeve of his shirt.

He pulled you away from the wall, pushing you down on your back and keeping your legs in place with his own. With his left hand, he grabbed your right arm, keeping it away from hitting him as Damien, who now had reached you, went to grab your left arm keeping it in place. Frank grabbed your throat, closing of your airways while Damien tied a small black string of fabric around your upper arm to make your veins stick out more so he could stick the needle in them easier.

You started pulling on your arm harder to get it out of his grip, but it was pointless. You were smaller and weaker than he was and before you knew it, he had already poked the needle through your skin and into the vein by your elbow.

You whimpered as Damien pulled the needle back out again and removing the string of fabric from around your arm. Both him and Frank let go of you and walked over to where Irene was laying, stuffing her back into the dog cage.

Your labored breathing was calming down now and you knew this was one hell of a drug since it was already pulling you into a high state. Your eyelids were heavy, every blink was a struggle and each time it took you longer to open them again. The voices around you became muffled, but you could faintly hear Yoongi yelling broken down pleas after you.

“(Y/N) look at me,” he whimpered and you were just barely able to lift your gaze up at him. “It´s going to be okay, you´re going to be okay, okay? Just hang in there-“ he continued, but the drug had completely taken over your body now, pulling you under and into complete darkness.

***

Everything was a haze every time you slowly woke up again. Frank and Damien kept drugging you up, sometimes the minute you woke up and sometimes waiting hours before doing so. You didn´t know how long you had been in that room or how many times they had drugged you, but you knew it weren’t more than a few times.

That being said, this was one hell of a drug because you were already addicted to it. The few times were there had gone hours by before they came back with more of the purple liquid, the withdrawals would be ripping through your body.

One minute you were freezing cold and the next you were burning up. You were sweating profusely and it was hard to breathe. All sounds were muffled to you and you couldn´t focus on anything for more than a minute at a time. It was horrible and you weren’t sure if you could make it through to the end, if there even was an end to all of this.

Every time you opened your eyes and looked at the others, they looked even worse than the last time you did. Sometimes Yoongi and the guys had new bruises and sometimes knew cuts and scrapes scattered all over their body. You had no idea what was happening to them as you were unconscious most of the time. Irene, Sora and Sohee didn´t look much better either. They didn´t have any bruises, cuts or scrapes on them, but every time they tried to move in the small cages, they whimpered or yelped out in pain. They had been in those cages, for god knows how long, without being able to fully stretch out any of their limbs.

Yoongi was calling out for all of you to stay strong and that you were going to make it through this, but that was easier for him to say than for any of you to believe so. He kept saying, with Namjoon chiming in sometimes, that the other members in his gang was going to be here soon and help you all out of this hell hole, but how and when? You had no idea where you were so how would his gang know that? None of you had any electronic devices with GPS on you, so they couldn´t track you and if they had seen you all being kidnapped why hadn´t they come sooner?

You were laying on your stomach, your whole body shacking with tremors, when the door opened and in walked both Frank and Damien. Everybody tensed up by their presence, scared of what they would do. One thing you knew for sure that they would, was drugging you up once again.

They had the little bag with the drugs in it with them as usual and all you could think of doing was to do nothing. The first few times you had thought hard to keep them both away from you, but of course it had been pointless since you had no strength or energy left in you. Now, all you could do was wait for the little prick on your skin from the needle as it poked through you skin to fill your veins up with more drugs.

However, this time Damien put the bag down on the table before he walked over towards you, pulling a key out of his jean pocket. He kneeled down in front of you, taking a hold of one of your wrists making you hiss slightly as they were sore from the chains locked around them.

“Now, now little one,” he purred out in a sickly voice while unlocking the chains around your other wrist. “You´ve been a good girl being our little lab rat and we got the results we were hoping for,” he chanted on as he now moved down to unlock your ankles from the chains. “So now we don´t need you anymore and this is gonna be your very last injection,” he finished and everybody looked at him in shock. Were they just going to stop injecting you like that and what would they do to you instead of that.

“What are you gonna do to her instead if you´re stopping with the injections?” Yoongi voiced out your thoughts.

“We´re going to watch her body decay with the rest of you guys,” he answered and a chill ran down your body. You looked over at where Frank was standing, by the table, and saw him filling the syringe with at least fifty milligrams of the purple drug. The other times you had noticed them filling the syringe it had been with five milligrams and slowly going up to ten, but if they injected you with the amount in the syringe now; you would be dead within a minute.

You tried getting away from Damien, but with your weak state, he only had to press down gently on your back to keep you in place.

“Where do you want her,” he asked Frank as he grabbed ahold of your arm, lifting you to a standing position, if you could call it that. You were swaying violently and Damien´s hold on your arm was the only thing keeping you standing up still.

“Just throw her in the corner over by the door and I´ll take care of her and the rest of them,” Frank answered him as he was done checking the syringe for air bubbles and looked at you. “Oh and you should probably move away from her a bit, she looks like she´s going to puke or something,” he continued on as Damien turned to look at you.

He had lifted you up of the floor pretty quickly and nausea started taking over your body. You could already feel the acid in your stomach being too much for it. Damien let go of your arm and you immediately fell to the ground, landing on your knees with your forearms keeping you from hitting the floor face first. Your body convulsed in tremors and before you knew what were happening, you were throwing up the contents in your stomach, which was mostly stomach acid and the small amount of water they had given you to keep you from dehydrating.

The acid burned in your throat and you started coughing, making your whole body shake even more. As you stopped coughing, you heaved a breath while Damien had walked back over to you, taking ahold of your arm once again and pulling you back up, slower this time.  

You were standing up again and Damien dragged you along with him over to the corner of the room close to the door. He gave you a hard push on your back and you fell against the wall, sliding down it and falling down to the floor.

“Do you need anything else while I´m here?” Damien asked Frank as he walked back over to the table. Frank had pulled out his gun, inspecting the magazine for how many bullets he had.

“No, but leave the keys and your gun here, I don´t have enough bullets for all of them,” Frank answered him making Sohee start sobbing.

“Hobi…” she managed to choke out before breaking down crying.

“Shh So, it´s gonna be okay, just calm down you´re gonna be okay,” Hoseok tried comforting her, but he was crying too now. Sora and Irene were crying too, making Namjoon and Jin try to comfort them the best that they could, but it was all pointless. You were all going to die, nobody was gonna come and safe you and with you being the only free from your restraints, the others couldn’t do much to fight back Damien and Frank.

You looked over to Yoongi seeing his eyes filled with tears. He knew to that it would all be over now and anything he said wouldn´t make a single difference about that fact. He mouthed out a sorry to you, the tears spilling over and rolling down his cheeks. Your eyes started filling up with tears too and you mouthed back an ´it´s okay.´

Suddenly a loud gunshot ripped through the many sobbing voices in the room. Damien had left the room and Frank was pointing a gun up in the air. The gunshot had turned you all silent and you had jumped forward a little landing closer to the door, but still up against the wall. There was something boring its way into your side with your flesh wound and it send a searing pain through it. You dug your hand under your side and felt something cold against your fingers. You curled your fingers around it and pulled out a nail. A big, old, rusty nail.

You quickly hid it in your palm against your stomach, looking up to see if anyone else had seen it. However, everybody´s attention was drawn to Frank who was still standing with the gun raised in the air.

“All of you shut the hell up,” he growled out, pointing the gun towards you making everybody stiffen and hold their breaths. “I´m gonna drug that little bitch up first and then I´m gonna shoot each one of your wife´s before moving on to the rest of you,” he continued as he put the gun down on the table and picking up the syringe, slowly walking over to you.

“No, please don´t,” Yoongi choked out, the tears falling profusely from his eyes. “Please don´t do this to her or the others, I´ll do anything, just don´t hurt her!” He was yelling out the last part, the fear evident in his voice, but Frank only ignored him, squatting down in front of you.

He grabbed around your shoulder, pushing you up into a sitting position with the syringe now in his other hand. You tried hiding the nail the best that you could as Frank turned to look at Yoongi again.

“Now look closely and watch the life seep out of her because she sure as hell won´t survive this,” he mocked at Yoongi and that´s when you saw an opening.

You grabbed around the nail even tighter and stabbed it directly into Frank’s underarm, making him drop the syringe as he gasped out in pain and shock. He fell backwards, sitting on his butt and you jumped forward, grabbing the syringe and stabbing it directly in his neck and pushing the purple liquid out of it and into his body.

“You little bitch, I´m gonna-“ he growled out, but he suddenly went silent and fell all the way onto his back, his eyes wide open as the drugs were reaching his heart.

Before you could think any more of what you just did, you crawled over to the table, and grabbed onto the counter, pulling yourself up. You saw the keys laying there and quickly grabbed them before you stumbled over to the cage Sohee was locked in. She was the one closest to you and you could feel the nausea take over your body again making you fall to your knees in front of the cage.

Everybody was yelling at you, but you couldn´t make out a single word they were saying and you took the padlock in your hand, sticking the correct key into it and turning it around. It opened with a click and Sohee quickly pushed the door open taking the keys from you and unlocking Sora and Irene´s cages.

You fell down onto your side, closing your eyes as Sora staggered over to you. She started asking a lot of questions, but you couldn´t answer any of them since the withdrawals was kicking in again, almost making you pass out from them.

You suddenly felt a pair of hands on you and you barely managed to open your eyes, seeing Yoongi looking down at you, worry evident all over his face. He was running one of his hands through your hair as the other held onto your own hand. He was talking to you and you could slightly make out the words he was calling out to you.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N) you just saved all of us,” he gasped out. Sora had moved away from your side and you guessed that Jin was free from the handcuffs too now with the rest of the members.

“Yoongi…” you quietly choked out as you broke down crying after everything that just happened, stretching your arms up in front of you. Yoongi reacted immediately, pulling you up into a sitting position and hugging you close to his body. He had one arm around your waist and the other resting by your hairline at your neck, his fingers brushing softly through it.

“Shh it´s okay, you´re okay,” Yoongi whispered in your ear, his voice shaking ever so slightly. “You´re so brave and what you just did saved all of us, thank you,” he continued before a voice interrupted him.

“Yoongi we have to go now before someone comes back,” Taehyung said and was standing beside you now. “You and Jungkook are our best shooters, you have to take one of the guns until we can get more. Let me take (Y/N),” he continued and Yoongi reluctantly let go of you, handing you over to Taehyung and he quickly lifted you up.

Your eyelids were heavy and you couldn´t keep them open anymore. You closed your eyes and leaned into Taehyung´s shoulder as you felt yourself slip into unconsciousness. You heard a door open and Taehyung started moving before you could faintly hear guns going off somewhere, praying that it was Jungkook and Yoongi who was shooting.

Soon everything went quiet and you just hoped that you when you woke up again, it would be in Yoongi´s mansion. 

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Try not to get caught up with the labels: Feminist, Equalist, or Humanist. The tag matters less than the larger goal society should set out to achieve. Equality for all and sometimes Equity to make small tips to the scale where needed. I am not afraid of embracing the concept of being a Male Feminist because my world is saturated by politics and I understand the players. I know the villains who wish to pit Feminist against Equalist or Humanist are doing so not because they believe any of the labels but because they benefit from the distraction between like-minded individuals who seek the same goals. Most men are not in the social position to be “The Patriarchy” but those men of wealth and power through industry, politics, or religion are the Patriarchy. An so long as they can make Men believe Women are a threat to them, that Black Lives Matter is a danger to White Americans or that Immigrants are taking the wealth of the country, these powerful men do very well so long as we keep fighting with the person next to us instead of realizing the real villains are often above us.

This is one reason why I like the idea of the Rise of Matriarchs in American Society. We can rattle these men’s cages and make them aware their power is suspect to change by a greater majority of society. This is not to say women cannot be corrupted by wealth and power as well but societies that have a more representative/diverse governments tend to be LESS corrupt and that is a step towards progress everyone benefits (except the extremely wealthy men who clutch power). 

This post (despite the starter above) is not a political breakdown post though I plan to write on these subjects more in the future. Instead, it's more of clarification of my views and where I stand on various topics related to feminism. I realize there are topics that I might not touch base on and if you want me to add one you can shoot me a note. I also might hold opinions that do not take an absolutist view towards a topic and in today's politics that can be dangerous on the left and right because anyone who isn't falling in line 100% can be labeled a traitor to the cause or party.

Access to Birth Control and Planned Parenthood

I am always bewildered how nonsensical conservatives are in regards to these topics. The very best means of avoiding abortions is education, family planning, and birth control which prevent young women from having to make a difficult choice. Despite this, they believe in abstinence and try to remove birth control basically pushing more young women into the realm of motherhood because of a few minutes of passion that will ultimately decide the next 18+ years of their lives!

I believe Planned Parenthood should be available and welcome in each community to ensure that young women and men are protected, educated, and equipped with the proper means of avoiding unwanted pregnancies. I also believe condoms, IUDs, Birth Control Pills and Plan B’s should be available on the cheap and discreet to further protection. Lastly, Birth Control should be covered by insurance, even business insurance regardless of the employers personal/religious views. In other words, I am pretty damn liberal on this.

Abortion Rights (Link)

There are fewer choices a woman might face more difficult then deciding if she should or should not get an Abortion. I wrote in detail about this topic before so I will give you the short version. I believe NO ONE likes the idea of a abortion but those of us who understand the issue also know that forcing any woman regardless of age, race or social position to give birth also not ok. We in society should make this choice informative and safe. We do that by having comprehensive sexual education and birth control to be the ‘front line’ of avoiding this difficult choice. If she decides to take the next step or explore her options it shouldn't be done by bullshit church clinics attempting to use shame, guilt or false information to change her views but institutions that provide her all the options and information she could need to make the choice that's best for her. Everything should be her choice without influence from the community, the church, her parents or even the male involved. Aftercare programs should also be there to help her no matter what choice she chooses.

I think we should aim for the 20 weeks (Recent science article suggests this is possible when the babies consciousness kicks in. Open to changing if the article ends up being false) and under as the optimal time to make the choice. However, I am open to learning more on this topic and discussing if the “when” should be pushed further back. Lastly, if it comes down the choice between saving the mother or unborn fetus, I believe the mother's life is more important unless she deems otherwise. There are few political topics where I think men should shut up and let women decide... this is one of them.

Paid Family Leave

This isn't just a woman's issue but also a men's issue as well. I would actually argue this is a progressive issue as both the father and mother both deserve to take part in raising a child in those early stages. We need to consider this as a long-standing social program to allow career-oriented adults (both male and female) to continue their careers but also to support their family. We also need to ensure employers don't attempt to punish these women (and men) by skipping over them for promotions or refusing raises because they decided to have a child. 

There is no argument from me that women deserve a longer leave of absence being the one who gave birth and breastfeeds the baby. I think both parents could benefit from this sort of social net and it's important we build it in such a way that it also covers two mothers or two fathers and even adoption.

Girls Education

With a better education for girls in the United States (and for the matter the world) has proven to improve economies, lower crime and even slow overpopulation because academic opportunity provides new options instead of simply being a wife/mother (nothing wrong with those if you choose that as part of your lifestyle). This is still a major issue as there are still countries that place girls education as secondary to boys education. Even if they are far away it is still our responsibility to ensure girls rights to an education is provided for them. Its pretty clear I believe in this topic wholeheartedly, however if you know me then you know there is more often then not a but around the corner. 

The only caveat I can think to note is Female only education programs. An example of this is Girls Who Code that teaches programming to young girls. I love this program and I think its great they are trying to narrow the tech industry gap by pushing for more female coders. However, as someone who worked in a non-profit industry for a few years and created co-ed athletic leagues, there is value in having boys work with girls. These young women won't be working with only females forever, eventually, they will have to work with male coders and gender segregation robs them of that early experience. On a second point (and the real thing the operators of this program are missing out on) it is the fact if they have males in their class/program they can catch/alter/adjust the problematic behavior of male students to make them the new gold standard of how a male coder should act with their female coworkers. I suppose this is all just perception but I always believed its better to have both genders work together so they might view each other as equals rather embrace a gender segregation to achieve some corporate goal of having a bigger female workforce without address the issue of toxic male work environments.

MeToo Movement

I admit I am of mixed feelings about the MeToo Movement. I hesitate to support ANY movement that relies heavily on the court of public opinion. I worry about the history we all have and how sharp this social edge is at cutting down men (and women) who stand accused of any transgression. At the same time, I understand this is the reaction when sexual assault (verbal or physical) is simply swept under the rug for decades. 

It scares me a little making me wonder if I ever pushed something too far. I think of jobs were I work with men and we goof off telling stories but having female coworkers nearby. They participated in the tales but I feel a dreadful concern that one or more of them simply played along trying not to make a fuss. Perhaps I made someone feel uncomfortable online at some point in the past. 

Lord knows I was a victim myself to a young stalker who drove past my work taking pics and texting the line “LOL. I know where you work”. I was only able to make her stop harassment when she texted things like she was gonna lie to the police and send me to jail and I replied back with the screenshots of the whole conversation making her think how they (the police) might react when I share the text logs (clearly she didn't think her grand plan thru). I also endured a few indecent encounters with drunk women (usually on Saint Patricks Day) when I wear my kilt to the bar and they lift the edge to get a peek. I politely laughed it off and brush their hand away trying to ignore the fact they were we attempting to see if I was wearing the kilt authentically. 

When you’re the victim of something like this you know it in your core that people were mistreating you. I know I never groped a woman, physically assaulted anyone or flashed myself but have I made improper jokes and I hope I never made anyone feel uncomfortable.

In the end, the MeTooMovement is a good thing. It needs to evolve into the next stage taking on a political form where it becomes not just a hashtag and social media post but evolve into real-world policy and social change that adjusts how men treat women in society (and the occasional female on male transgression). We can all do a little better and MeToo has the momentum to perhaps create a lasting social change by creating consent and decency program that could be taught both in schools and also in adult careers. 

Women in Politics (Link)

I touched base with this topic before and I am pretty comfortable in my position. We don’t need more women in politics, we need more Smart Women in politics (and for that matter, we could do with some smarter men as well). Women make roughly between 20 to 30% of the leadership positions in government. Champions like Lee, Clinton, Warren, and Collins make up some of the smartest women in politics and bring a character with them that makes not only Washington better but the whole country better.

The reason why I make the distinction between “More Smart Women in Politics” and just “More Women in Politics” because of women like DeVos, Palin, Bachmann, and Sanders exist. Really just stupid stupid people who don’t know nor care about the long-term effect of their policies and their divisive rhetoric. We could do better than the likes of them and I hope this 2018 election brings a wave of strong/smart women who will balance out this government to something more representing of the country... 50/50. 

NOTE: Preferably a BLUE wave of strong women.

Conclusion

I handpicked these topics because they relate to women's issues. By no means are these topics the only thing women care about but they connect deeply with feminism. As I said above if there is something you care for me to add to the list and hear my personal views/beliefs then shoot me a note. If we do not agree 100% on a topic I ask you to reflect on what I write before writing a hot worded post. If you have an opposing or slightly different view on a subject and think I could benefit from hearing a feminine take on a topic, by all means, share your post (and links to information). I am always evolving in my opinions and alternative views with thoughtful insight commonly shift my views. As always thanks for reading.

Regards Michael California

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the fool; day 1 ~ part 2.

( I’m new to tagging TW’s but I’m going to try my best. Please note before you read that this RP is NOT for the faint-hearted & may be hard to read for some. I put a keep reading so hopefully that works for everyone!  – RP w/ @kingofstags & @angiebrice  )

Archelaos unmounted. He had left Olivia there some hours before, in a cage barely big enough for her to stand up, and with nothing but a bowl of water. She was nude, with bruises around her neck and likely around her ribs as well from a well delivered kick or two, "Her name is The Fool." He told Angie firmly, "She knows nothing else."

Olivia was sitting in the cage pouring tiny bits of water over her small injuries, like that would help any. She didn’t pay much of any mind to them when they appeared. Maybe that would make them leave.

Angaela scoots her way up to the cage, bringing a hand up to rub her own cheek as she grins at Olivia. "Oh wow.  This brings back some memories."  She glances back towards Archelaos. "Am I expected to call her that?"

Archelaos nodded, "Yes, you are. Do you remember Dirt?" He stopped, "Probably not. But I am modelling her breaking after his."

Angaela rests her fingers on the cage, squatting down to try to look eye-to-eye with Olivia. "Hello, Fool.  Looks like you've been having fun here." Angie's lips curl further into a grin as she teases the caged woman.

Olivia slowly averted a blank gaze over to Angaela as her head tilted towards a shoulder. As she continued teasing her, Olivia appeared completely unamused as her eyes went half-lidded into a near glare.

Angaela lets out a little fit of giggles as she stands back to her full height to look back to Archelaos, still keeping her hands on the cage. "So, what're you going to do from here?"

Archelaos placed his hands behind his back, "Do you have a spell that makes it so Fool can't hear us? I want it to be a surprise for her."

Olivia threw herself against the cage with that, sending it rattling and rippling. She didn't want that.

Angaela looks back at Archelaos, nodding.  She's caught unaware by Olivia and squeaks in surprise, stumbling back away from the cage. Olivia notices this and does it again, this time more aggressively.

Archelaos grinned as he watched this, seemingly amused and approving, "I do good work, don't I?" He mused, patting himself on the back as he watched his desired results in action. He brought a leg up, bringing a forceful cock to the cage and rattling it.

Angaela flushes a little bit, brushing off her robes. She isn't nearly as startled by the second rattling of the cage. She looks towards Archelaos, nodding. "I can take away her hearing. I imagine you mean temporarily, though. I'm certain I have the tool for this."

Olivia crawls backwards as far as she could away as he approached, though that wasn't much; she was still basically right there. She kicked the cage. "NO!"

Archelaos ignored Angie for the moment, looming over the cage. He wore a wide, sadistic grin on his features.  Looking her over with eyes that were more predatory than anything else, he growled: "I don't remember giving you permission to speak."

Olivia wore an angry expression, growing more so by the minute. She kicked it - again, and growled in turn. Loud, at the both of them.

Angaela leans down to brush fingers over her shadow. It suddenly seems quite a bit more liquid and sticky than before and begins to flow towards the cage. "That should do it." Hands reach up out of her shadow, which has totally left her feet now. They grasp for the bars of the cage, slowly climbing up it and out of the puddle of darkness. The full height of the creature is revealed as it oozes its way through the bars, looking disturbingly similar to a year-younger Olivia. It reaches through the bars, oozing through gaps as a testament to its liquid nature. It wants to clasp its hands over Olivia's ears.

Olivia presses her form against the back of the cage upon the revelation of the liquid, black shadow out of pure fear. This day just kept getting worse from the time the man outside was holding her by her neck. “No, no, no, no.” She kept saying, as if begging, and then she screamed it as the shadow wrapped its hands around her ears. “NO!”

Archelaos smiled as he watched all of this, his delight out of pure sadism. Once she was deafened, he began speaking, "I'm not going to feed her." he told Angie, "She has water, I will give her that to keep her alive, but I am going to starve her. Once she's desperate enough, I'll bring something out, something cute. Make her kill it and eat it. I was considering introducing it to her first as a comfort animal."

Angaela looks towards Archelaos, offering a smile. The shadow continued to press inward, intent on taking up as much space in the cage as possible without smothering Olivia to death. Angie nods at Archelaos. "How long do you plan to keep her like this? You could use this as an opportunity to cull down the number of cats she owns." Angie actually seems excited at the idea of Olivia eating her own cats.

Olivia eventually gave up and wrapped herself into a ball, her arms around her shins as her head delved into the space between her chest and knees. She couldn't hear, she couldn't even try to read their lips. She wanted to die. Is that where the scars on her arms came from?

Archelaos shook his head once, "Cats are predatory animals, it needs to be a prey animal. I want her to understand that prey are fit for consumption, nothing more. We will start with animals, and then work our way up. Once she's sufficiently broken, I will start rewarding her. Small things at first. Blankets, clothes. I will train her and she will be something amazing once I'm through with her."

Angaela's face contorts with genuine surprise.  She apparently doesn't know much about cats.  She shakes that off. "Well, if you would like any help, I'm certainly willing.  It's been awhile since I've gotten to be involved in fun activities like these. What's the end result you're hoping to reach from her?  Do you want to make her into a "predator"? Angaela does actual air quotes.

Archelaos snorted, "A hunter." He told her, "But a predator, if you want to get edgy with it, yes. If she wants to play with the big kids, I'm going to make her a big kid."

Angaela lets out a laugh.  "She might actually be somewhat scary once you're finished with her."  She reaches up to tap her chin. "How did Dirt turn out?  I'd always assumed he'd killed himself or something."

Archelaos looked over to Angie, "I think he did?" His brows furrowed, "I broke him badly, then I never saw him again. I figured either he killed himself or someone took pity on him and released him."

Angaela nods her head. "Well, if Olivia kills herself I demand her eyes." She steps closer to the cage, leaning down to whisper something incomprehensible and guttural to the shadowy monster. It promptly responds by tightening its' grip on Olly's head and trying to pry her out of her fetal state enough to slam the back of her head against the inside of the cage's wall.

Olivia yelps a high-pitched scream as it’s grasp tightens around her head, forcing her to look up though her eyes were squeezed shut with the pain it caused her. Her head was easily slammed against the back of the cage, causing blood to pour down her neck and back now. Where she may have halted her crying for those short moments, it had certainly started again - much harder.

Archelaos watched all of this with his hands behind his back, "Don't hurt her to the point that it's a danger to her health," he murmured to Angie, "I do want her to survive the ordeal, after all."

Angaela lets out a sick little laugh, more from Archelaos' request for her to tone it down than for Olivia's pain. She makes her way around behind the cage, leaning down to inspect the wound. "Oops. It's much more violent than I tend to usually expect. I just wanted her to be rattled. Oh well." She prods a finger through the bars to prod Olivia's fresh head-wound. "Want me to heal her? I doubt she'll die from this."

Olivia jerked her head back forward with the poke, "OUCH!" She growled, "Don't fucking touch me."

Archelaos’ sharp eye fell on Olivia, and he promptly kicked the cage again, "If you speak out of turn again I will rip your vocal cords out myself!" He barked at her, then looked up to Angie, "By all means, please heal her. And try to touch her as much as possible."

Olivia just glared at him. She couldn't hear him, but she hated them both already.

Angaela prods her finger back through the bars, trying to reach for any part of Olivia.   She looks over the cage towards Archelaos, grinning. "Do you want me to call off the shadows so she can hear you?"

Olivia wraps herself inward the best she could, trying to make herself small, but there was -no- room for her to move in the cage.

Archelaos nodded, "Yes, please. I can't properly threaten her unless she can hear what I'm saying, and I do hate to repeat myself." He leaned on the cage, glaring down to the girl.

Olivia looked away and grabbed the back of her head, gently, then held out her bloodied hand for him to see.

Angaela's shadowy monster melts away back down into a puddle over Olivia before pooling at the bottom of the cage and oozing out back to the ground at Angie's feet. "There."

Archelaos continued to glare down to Olivia, "What I said was: If you speak out of turn again, I will rip your vocal chords out myself, Fool." He sneered to her, exposing his teeth as he did.

Angaela pulls off her right glove, tucking it away into her robes. "Light, forgive my request for your aid in healing the worthless and weak. Grant me the strength to undo the wounds of The Fool, even as much as she deserves them for my amusement." Her ungloved hand glows golden with the Holy Light. She jams it through the bars, trying to prod Olivia in her head wound once again, this time also mending the wound her shadow caused.

Olivia appeared incredibly disturbed by that, but continued holding up her hand. "It hurts." She whined, quietly, almost begging her captor to help her. She could barely keep her eyes open, until Angaela's hand touched her wound - again-. Fuck. Though it wasn't actively bleeding anymore, her head still pounded with pain.

Archelaos scoffed, "Good. Embrace the pain, Fool." He looked over to Angie, "Tell me when you're done so I can punish her." While he wouldn't actually rip them out, as that would likely kill the girl, he knew how to simulate unnervingly realistic hallucinations: It had been what Redright had him do to Dirt to break him, and it is what he would do to Olivia.

Angaela seemed quite content with her healing and wipes her hand clean of the Light onto the side of her robes, snuffing out the glow before she puts her glove back on. "I'm all done." Angie makes her way around next to Archelaos, smiling quite genuinely as she settles in to watch.

Olivia let her hand just fall, defeated. She waited for whatever he was about to do. It wasn't like there was anywhere for her to go.

Archelaos brought his hand through the bars of the cage, poking his thumb to Olivia's forehead. Shadow magic danced around the digit. To him and Angie, nothing was happening. To Olivia, she would watch as an illusion of Archelaos ripped open the door of the cage and dug his hand physically into her neck. It was a horrifically realistic vision. She would be able to feel his fingernails and knuckles tearing through flesh and muscle, hear the sickening squishes and pops as he pulled back, bringing the majority her throat with him and preventing her from breathing -- Or so it felt like. Physically, she could breathe just fine.

Angaela swayed from side to side, watching Archelaos do his magic.  It wasn't terribly interesting from her perspective but he had a rough idea of what he was doing and she knew quite well that Olivia's reaction would be the entertaining part of this.

Olivia leaned her head back and began to choke - apparently she couldn’t even tell that she was actually able to breath just fine if she tried. She would have tried to scream with the assumption nothing would come out - though it did, and it was loud and agonizing. Her hands began to swat around the air at her neck where she would have thought his own were but nothing was there. It didn’t matter. She couldn’t tell it wasn’t real.

Angaela brings a hand up to her mouth, covering it to muffle her giggles so everyone can enjoy the screaming unhindered.

Archelaos watched, a smile twisting on his face as he withdrew his hand and observed her reactions. He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes for a moment and drinking in her terror and agony. His hands balled into fists, "Light, how I've missed this. I used to do shit like this every damn day when I lead an Inquisition." He opened his eyes, then allowed the illusion to drop, still smiling almost dreamily down to Olivia, as though he were getting some sort of high from it.

Olivia instantaneously rose her hand to grab her neck as reality set back in before her; it was just her neck. It hurt from the bruising, though there was no hole. The blood on her hands was there from her head. She looked up to Archelaos, knowing exactly what he had done then, and she looked both afraid and disgusted. She spat at the ground.

Angaela lets out a sudden fit of obnoxiously loud laughter, as if she'd been holding back to wait for the punchline of a joke she knew was coming.  It was cruel laughter, entirely directed at Olivia.

Olivia glared those eyes right over at Angaela now, though that was all she did for the time being.

Archelaos inhaled, then exhaled. He looked over to Angie, "Well, that's all I really wanted to show you. I'm finished with her for today, unless she acts up again."

Angaela nods her head at Archelaos. "Call me over again if you'd like.  This is definitely the sort of thing I enjoy watching."

Archelaos chuckled at that, "I will. I'm glad that you enjoyed it." He looked over to Olivia then, "I expect you to be better behaved tomorrow, Fool. I pray for your sake that you are."

Olivia just stared at the two of them, waiting for them to leave. Archelaos left, as Angaela waves at Olivia, offering her a smile before climbing back onto her carpet and shooting off into the distance.