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thedumpsterqueen · 4 years ago

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Standards of Performance, Chapter 12: What Happens in Alleyways

From the Beginning, Previous Chapter

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Sorry it's a lil short, it's more of a transition chapter to actually jumping into this case and Reader's now even more confusing "relationship" with Hotch. Things get kinkier and angrier and more explicit from here, but I'll do my best to tag stuff. Thanks for your patience as always, guys, especially amidst the dumpster fire that is current events right now <3 Your reblogs and tags slay me and I love it.

Summary: You’re the BAU’s newest intern, desperate to prove yourself amongst an established team of much more experienced profilers. Agent Hotchner, the seemingly infallible team leader, sets strict expectations for your performance. He commands your respect without even trying, but is there something more to your relationship than a simple desire to impress your stony-faced boss?

Chapter Summary: Turns out, the world doesn't stop on its axis just because you had sex with your boss. You’re unsure whether or not that’s a good thing.

Words: 1,882

Rating: Explicit, 18+. Violence, dark themes, explicit sexual content. More specific warnings on AO3.

Pairings: Hotch x Reader, Hotch x You

You awoke to the dim light of the dawn, rain gently pattering on the windows, and the blaring sound of Hotch’s ringtone three feet from your face.

“Jesus christ, old man,” you groaned, blinking your eyes open, “turn your hearing aids up.”

Already sitting up in bed, he paused with the phone halfway to his ear.

Shit. You were being too casual - waking up in his bed, joking with him. Acting like you belonged there. You didn’t know how he felt about what happened, for all you knew he regretted every second and-

“You’re paying for that later,” he smiled before answering the call.

The playful threat filled you with relief before it made your stomach flip, and the memories of last night came flooding back. His body, his eyes, his hands all burned inside your eyelids as if you’d been staring directly at the sun. You’d never been in this situation before - waking up next to someone you’d spent the night with and desperately hoping it was the first time rather than the last. But you’d also never felt your body sing with the white-hot pleasure it did when it was touched by the seemingly unattainable man who did so last night, so. There was that.

The low rumble of his voice brought you back to the present, and you looked up at his face to find it was twisted up in concentration, resignation, and something else.

“I’ll be right down,” he said, standing up swiftly and pulling his work clothes on with practiced speed. “Don’t let anyone touch anything.”

He shoved his phone in his suit pocket and looked at you, still tangled up in his sheets.

“Get dressed and meet me downstairs,” he said, terse. “There’s a body in the alley outside the building.”

“Outside this building?”

“Yes,” he responded, “and there’s a note.”

As he swept out the door, leaving you reeling, you realized what the other expression on his face was. Fear.

***

Hotch had gotten ready and exited the apartment before you had even processed the situation, and your mind was racing a mile a minute as you flung yourself out of bed and scrambled to get dressed. The logical assumption, of course, was that the stalker had left the body. People didn’t just end up dead in alleyways in this part of town, and certainly not in the middle of a rainstorm mere floors from where the BAU Unit Chief slept - not without a reason.

You threw on your coat and boots, forgoing contacts and makeup in favor of your glasses and a hat to cover the tangled mess last night’s tryst had made of your hair. Without even pausing to look in a mirror, you scurried down the stairwell and exited the lobby into the cold October wind.

It was easy to tell which alley the body occupied - there were an excess of thirty people milling in and out of the space to the right of the building. Crime scene investigators, policemen, and other personnel talked in hushed voices. You spotted a clearing in the sea of people and knew that’s where the victim would be, given a wide berth per Hotch’s instruction.

The team hung out at the edge of the circle watching Reid, who was kneeling in front of the body slumped against the side of the apartment building. Moving closer, you could tell he was in the middle of one of his spiels, gesturing wildly while the everyone nodded along. You joined the group that had formed around him and caught the middle of what seemed to be a hypothesis about victimology.

“ -no patterns, obviously, but if we assume similar characteristics would be present in all his victims, it’s hard to discern what statement he could be making. Positing a male in his mid-to-late twenties is statistically most likely, but stalkers of this age group also frequently have some sort of sexual motivation, and if the autopsy is consistent with what we can observe now,” he gestured to the body, “I don’t think that’s the case here.”

Throughout his speech, you’d been scrutinizing the victim - a brunette women who looked to be no older than 20, arranged in a half-sitting position against the wall behind her. There was no blood anywhere you could see, in fact, she barely looked dead at all, likely thanks to the below-freezing temperatures last night that had put a pause on the early stages of decomposition. Pinned to her shirt was a white envelope that bore an ominous message in bold, black ink:

“For my friends at the BAU.”

Not hard to guess who had killed this woman.

“Can you determine cause of death, Spence?” Prentiss asked, her arms folded.

“I’m not sure, but if I had to guess…” he used his pen to push the victim’s hair to the side, exposing a neck mottled with stark blue bruises.

“Anger, then,” you offered, speaking to the psychological drivers behind strangulation, “but I doubt we’ll find any sign of sexual assault. The unsub made it clear that his disdain is directed towards us; it’s not likely that would extend to his victim.”

The rest of the team nodded in thought, but Hotch looked at you in surprise, as if just noticing your presence. As his eyes glued on yours, his face changed, and he grabbed your arm in an unpleasantly tight grip.

“Open the note. I’ll just be a moment.”

Unaware of his boss’ sudden change in demeanor and the vice on your elbow, Morgan gloved up and reached for the envelope. Hotch, meanwhile, unceremoniously dragged you down the alleyway and around to the deserted back side of the building.

“What the hell?” you hissed, yanking your arm out of his grip.

“Did you fail to look in a mirror before you came down here?” Hotch’s narrowed stare betrayed nothing but contempt, and you scrambled to determine the implication of his question.

“I’m sorry, did you want me to take a shower before looking at the dead body? I did the best I could, it seemed urgent -”

“No,” he snapped, “I’m referring to the fact that your neck looks worse off than our victim’s does.”

You processed his words for a moment before the implication hit you.

“Are you talking about the hickies?! Christ, Hotch, I’ll get a scarf then. Just give me a second!”

“Please do. I’d like my agents to appear professional, not like they’re college kids coming off a one night stand.”

His words halted your stomp back into the building, and you turned back, furious.

“You put them there! How is this my fault?”

“I didn’t think I would have to be this explicit about the fact that I don’t want the fact that we had sex last night broadcast to everyone at the crime scene.”

You gaped at him in disbelief.

“Are you embarrassed or something? I’m sorry if you regret what happened, but you don’t need to lash out at me like this -”

“I’m not lashing out,” he interrupted, “I’m informing you of my expectations for my agents. Is there a problem?”

You wanted to scream at him. You wanted to smack that perfectly raised eyebrow and controlled expression right off his face. But he was boxing you in - speaking to you as your boss and not the man you slept with last night, and as much as you hated him for it, your sense of self-preservation won out.

“There’s no problem,” you mumbled, unable to make eye contact as you slipped past him and around the building.

You made it halfway up the stairwell before the tears started flowing. Had you really thought sleeping with him was going to change something? That he was going to ask you to be his fucking girlfriend, like he wasn’t the chief of your unit and you weren’t a twenty-something intern? For all you knew, he did this all the time. His level of skill in the area certainly made it seem like he did.

That wasn’t true, though, you knew it. He may not reveal much, but you could tell it had been a fraught decision to let your relationship develop the way it had. Perhaps even a decision he regretted now - and it certainly seemed so, given his behavior.

Wiping tears on your sleeve, you fumbled with the spare key he’d given you to his apartment and walked in. You glanced in the mirror by the entrance and your eyes nearly bugged out of your head. Hotch wasn’t exaggerating when he likened the marks to strangulation - indigo smudges, still peppered with the angry red of burst capillaries, circled your throat.

It was a juvenile, possessive, ridiculous display, and Hotch was absolutely right to label it unprofessional. And yet, the thought that you’d walked onto the scene bearing the marks he’d given you filled you with a thrill so intense you had to brace yourself against the entryway table and clamp your legs together.

Breathe. There’s still a fucking murder scene downstairs.

You steadied yourself and headed for your duffel bag, where you’d thankfully packed a scarf in preparation for the cold snap that was predicted to hit the state this week. Midway through unzipping your bag, though, your eyes landed on his dresser and the devil sitting on your shoulder, buzzing with a deadly combination of anger and arousal, whispered a terrible, reckless idea in your ear.

***

You practically skipped downstairs to rejoin the team, who appeared to be engaged in a lively debate about the contents of the envelope Morgan was holding. After gloving up, you reached out a hand towards him.

“Can I read it?”

He handed it over, distracted by another stream of consciousness from Reid. Hotch took note of your return and glanced in your direction before turning back to the conversation.

You pretended to read the note and waited for him to notice.

You waited all of three seconds.

He whipped his head back so comically fast you struggled to suppress a snort, and you knew exactly what he was looking at. A midnight blue cashmere scarf, nicked from his dresser and wrapped artfully around your neck to cover the bruises, just like he’d asked. The first compliment you’d ever paid him was in regards to this scarf; tentatively whispered when he’d worn it to a chilly 2 am crime scene. He’d accepted the compliment passively, but the optimistic part of you had noted that he seemed to wear it much more frequently after that.

You weren’t entirely sure what statement you were intending to make by wearing it, but his reaction told you you’d certainly succeeded at provoking something.

Morgan reached back out for the note you were still pretending to read and dropped it in an evidence bag. If he noticed Hotch steaming from the ears next to you, he didn’t say so.

“They’re ready to pack everything up and head back to the lab. Let’s meet ‘em there?”

Everyone nodded in the affirmative and headed back to the SUVs.

“You riding with me?” Morgan asked, nudging your ribs with an elbow.

“No,” Hotch answered for you, an unseen hand suddenly gripping the back of your neck. “She’s not.”

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strangerthingsbaby · 6 years ago

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Busted (Jim Hopper x OC)

Summary: Emma didn’t like Chief Hopper. She was tired of him always busting her weekend after weekend, no matter how sneaky she thought she was being. She was tired of him singling her out, and even if he busted a huge party, he’d still only stick her in his police truck. Hopper was tired of dealing with a defiant girl weekend after weekend. He was tired of her idiotic mentality that she was indestructible. And he was really, really tired of always finding her in places that were crawling with grimy boys. (Emma is in the same grade as Billy and Steve, so I imagine her as being 19).

Warnings: smut! size kink, age gap, jealousy, rough sex, choking, oral sex (fr), CMNF

Word Count: 4.7k

“Cops!” Emma heard the first fateful scream of the party. It was destined to get busted, a party thrown at Steve Harrington’s, but she didn’t care. She wanted to have a good night. She barely cared about anything but having a good time at this point.

“Shit, shit, shit-” Emma ran towards the back door. She felt an arm grab her before she could exit, though. Whipping her body around, she let out a sigh of relief at the sight of Steve. “Jesus, Harrington! I thought you were-”

“Hopper? Yeah, he’s outside.” Steve cut her off. Emma wasn’t sure what her stance on Steve was. They weren’t close friends, but he knew of her troubles with the Chief. Practically everyone did. “I was hoping you could talk to him.”

“What? Me?” She asks. He nods. “Why the hell would that be a good idea?”

“Well, you know him better than anyone here, and if they tell my dad about this I’m screwed.” He shrugged.

��Yeah, and if he even finds out I’m here he’s going to tear this entire home apart until he finds me, so your safest bet is to let me leave.” She ranted, speaking bitterly about the man who she saw as an absolute killjoy.

As he was talking to her, two cops burst into the home. Emma immediately recognized Callahan as one of them and her eyes widened. “I need to go.” She told Steve before running out the back door.

She didn’t get very far before she slammed face first into something- or someone. She groaned in pain, stepping back. She didn’t need to look up to see who it was, her being eye-level with his torso was enough to recognize the beige colored uniform and brown jacket. She looked up at his eyes, saw him open his mouth to speak, then turned and made a run for it.

“Hey! Get back here!” His angry voice always came out when she resisted, he was hoping by this point she’d give up on always trying to evade him. Though she was quite fast, she was tiny. Standing just barely at 5'0, Hopper’s 6'3 form made it easy for him to catch up by taking huge steps as he chased her. It didn’t take long for him to get close enough to wrap a strong arm around her waist and quite literally lift her off of the ground and start walking back to his truck with her.

“God- stop carrying me, asshole!” She screamed, punching at the arm that held her in place. Her back was pressed against his side, like he was holding a baby backwards, and she thrashed against his body until he dropped her feet to the ground. A harsh grip on her arm replaced his previous method to contain her.

He didn’t say a word to her until he shoved her into the car. He didn’t cuff her, he’d only ever done that once, when she was drunk and belligerent and wouldn’t stop trying to open the back doors mid drive. Luckily, the car had child locks on for the back doors. Hopper climbed into the driver’s seat and let out a long sigh. “Do you think I enjoy having to leave home on a Saturday night to do this shit?” He asked.

“Yes, you fucking stalker!” She snapped, her anger boiling over. “What are you gonna do next? Hunt me down at home and arrest me for not doing the dishes even though my mom asked me to? Leave me the hell alone!”

“It’s not my fault that you are always being a dumbass kid!” Hopper screamed. Emma shrunk back in her seat at the volume and intensity of his voice. “You should be grateful that I’m the one who deals with your shit! Because I’m pretty sure if it were anyone else but me, you would’ve been locked up a long time ago!”

“What shit, Hopper?” Emma was seething at this point. “What shit are you putting up with? Following me everywhere I go and just waiting until I do something you don’t like? Stay home and enjoy your Saturday night instead of following me around!”

“So now it’s my fault that you’re always getting into some kind of trouble?” He asked rhetorically.

“Oh, like you were such an angel at my age.” She scoffed. He ignored her. Emma had found over time that the less arguing that happened inside of the car, the more uncomfortable it was for her. “You forgot.”

“Forgot what?” He asked, sounding like his patience was worn thin.

“Aren’t you going to ask me about boys?” She asked.

In the front of the car, Hopper’s eyebrows furrowed and his jaw set. He felt an overwhelming surge of anger fill his body as he listened to her words. “You aren’t going to ask me if I was with a boy, or who the boy was, or something?” She spoke again when he didn’t reply to her. “What? No longer interested in my love life, Chief?” His knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel as tightly as he could. “You know what I think? I think you get a kick out of the idea that you’re keeping boys away from me. I think you like the idea of completely destroying my love life the same way you’ve destroyed yours!”

“Fuck this.” Hopper said under his breath, turning abruptly at the next left. Emma yelped from the backseat as the turn sent her flying to the left, as she’d never put on a seatbelt. He was originally going to give her a lecture and drive her home, but she was in rare form tonight.

“Um, where are we going?” She asked as she sat up and saw that they were going in the opposite direction of her house.

“I am going to take you somewhere where I can talk to you.” Hopper said, his volume controlled. The intensity of his voice still freaked Emma out a bit.

It didn’t take long to realize where they were going, and before she knew it, she found herself at the police station. “Shit.” She muttered to herself.

“You’re a real dick for this.” Emma murmured as she pouted in the seat on the opposite side of Hopper’s desk.

“I’m a real dick for this?” Hopper repeated, chuckling dryly. He was pacing around the room intimidatingly, but she had seen it all before- too many times to count. “You think I wanted to come to the station after hours to give you your twentieth sit down tonight?”

“You had the option not to and chose to do it anyway, so, yeah.” Emma shrugged. Hopper just stared at her in disbelief for a moment.

“The behavior that you refuse to give up…” Hopper thought about his words carefully. You could tell by the tone he was using that he was pissed yet trying to conceal it. “… Is unacceptable.” He finishes.

“I think it’s unacceptable that I can’t walk my god damn dog without looking over my shoulder to see if your standing there in your uniform- because it seems like literally every time I leave the house you claim I’m breaking the law.” She crossed her arms.

“Every time you leave the house you’re either drinking underage, smoking pot, going to big parties, or doing things that you should not be doing on a playground-” Hopper began to yell at her, but she cut him off.

“Please don’t bring that up.” She said, frowning uncomfortably.

“Oh, does talking about the playground incident make you uncomfortable?” He snapped. “Because it made me real uncomfortable to have to leave home at midnight because I got a call from some random jogger complaining that a little blonde girl was giving some boy a hand job on the swings!”

“Shut up!” Emma screamed. She got up from her chair and walked as far away from Hopper as she could, holding her hands over her ears.

“What, am I embarrassing you, little girl?” He asked loudly, condescendingly, as he followed her. She stared at him with a look of hatred. “Because you should be embarrassed!” He screamed. “Get the hell over yourself and stop acting like a jackass!”

“Why don’t you get the hell over yourself and stop acting like you’re doing this for me? You’re clearly just following my every move because you have some weird obsession with making my life a living hell!” She spat before reaching her arms up and pushing Hopper by his shoulders. Of course, it was impossible for him to overpower the man who was two times her size, and this only frustrated her more. “God, just move!” She pushed him again, to no avail.

Hopper caught her smaller hands in his much larger ones, holding them back from pushing him again. “You know why it’s always me, kid? You want to know why I’m the only cop who’s on your trail? Because I’m the only one who’ll put up with your bullshit week after week!” He yells. “Every god damn week, you get in trouble, and every god damn week I just let you off. Because I think you have potential to grow up and not be a giant nuisance, and I’m trying to be nice by not ever putting anything on your record. And every god damn week, you fight me as hard as you possibly can.”

“Because you’re a buzzkill, that’s why!” She hissed, snatching her hands back from him. “You ruin every weekend for me- you’re just an asshole! That’s all! I fight you so hard because you’re a gigantic asshole, and-”

She was cut off by Hopper grabbing her face and forcing her to look at him. “I ruin every weekend for you because I’m trying to stop you from doing something you’ll regret.” He said sternly, and Emma’s chest rose and fell shallowly in the aftermath of her screaming.

“I’m not going to regret anything.” She said weakly. The room was silent, and the tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

It all happened so fast, it was hard to tell who initiated it, but the second that their lips touched there was no going back. Emma melted into the kiss immediately, shocking her. She’d never had a thing for older men before, and had definitely never had a thing for authority figures. But there was something about kissing Hopper that thrilled her. He was not only off-limits, but their complicated relationship made it even more taboo.

Hopper began to walk forward, forcing Emma to step backwards until she felt a smooth surface hit her back. Hopper hoisted her up onto the desk, never breaking their kiss. His brain had turned to mush, and the only thing going through his mind was how she tasted like strawberries and how soft her skin felt under his rough, calloused hands. He wanted to touch and kiss every inch of her body, and he started by slowly sliding the tips of his fingers under the hem of her shirt. Emma sat up straighter as his hands began to explore the skin of her back.

Despite what her behavior may have indicated, the weekends of partying and hooking up with boys, she’d only ever slept with two people. The first was her ex boyfriend, and the second was Billy. She went through a nasty breakup right before the end of her junior year, when her boyfriend graduated and left for college. Ever since then, she’d been enjoying all of the things she couldn’t do before, perhaps she’d taken it too far over the past year, but she didn’t care.

She wasn’t nervous to do this with Hopper, though. Emma tended to have this presence of self-confidence that rarely faltered. She rarely ever felt unworthy, unattractive, or unremarkable.

The kiss had grown hungrier, especially after Hopper traced his fingers up and down her back and realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. he slid his hands down her sides and gripped her hips harshly, pulling her closer to him until her butt was on the edge of the desk. He finally broke the kiss to take her shirt off, and he let the shirt drop from his hand slowly as he stared at her.

She blushed lightly, moving her hands up to his shirt to unbutton it. However, Hopper had no intentions of catching up to her, and moved her hands away as he leaned down and started kissing her neck. Emma was a bit disappointed that she didn’t get to strip the Chief, but she quickly forgot all about it as one of his large hands reached up to palm her breast, pinching her nipple as he sucked hard on her neck. She gasped at the feeling, and instinctively moved her hand down to palm him through his pants. He stopped her from doing that too, as he took his lips off of her neck and blew lightly on the dark mark he’d left.

“You aren’t going to let me touch you?” Emma asked, sounding distracted as his hand that wasn’t feeling her up dropped down to her upper thigh. He trailed his neck kisses lower, peppering them along her collar bones and down to her chest.

“No.” He said bluntly before he pinched one nipple and took the other one in his mouth. Emma didn’t have much time to pout before her jaw dropped again. She didn’t like to be too loud during sex, it was a pride thing, but she could hardly help herself tonight from gasping and letting out little noises at everything he did.

His hand that was massaging her upper thigh and ever so slightly brushing against her core was driving her crazy. She couldn’t stop her body from twitching when he got close enough to it, making her cheeks flush as he chuckled against the skin of her breast. He stood up straight again, reclaiming her lips as he slowly slid his hand over until he could feel her warmth through her shorts. She made a noise that was lost into his mouth, and she took it upon herself to start taking her shorts off.

Within seconds, Emma was completely naked, while Hopper still stood there fully clothed, the only pieces missing from his outfit were his hat and jacket. She found that she didn’t mind, though. Once he slid his hand down and starting pleasing her effortlessly, she was grateful to have the fabric to clutch onto to prevent herself from just going limp.

She was shaking, letting out involuntary mews and gasps of pleasure as Hopper rubbed a calloused, educated thumb over her clit. “Tell me about the boys.” He said lowly in her ear. She didn’t reply, and he grabbed her in his strong hands and easily flipped her small frame over so that she was left bending over the desk. She whimpered as he moved his hands from her waist down to her ass, squeezing before giving her a hard spank.

“Tell me about them.” He repeated, kissing the back of her thigh dangerously close to her aching heat. She twitched involuntarily at the feeling. She felt like she had no control over her body under his touch.

“B-Billy Hargrove.” Was all she could muster up to say. Hopper squeezed her butt again, pushing the cheeks apart and leaning forward. She could feel the scratchiness of his beard on her as he kissed her core lightly.

“Tell me.” He growled, as he finally began to eat her out. Emma cried out in pleasure, and Hopper spanked her with his right hand, trying to get her to speak.

“We-” she was cut off by her own moan. “Oh my God.” She said shakily as Hopper devoured her. As much as he loved watching her fall apart on his desk, he knew he wanted to take his time with her.

He began to lick her agonizingly slow, making her whimper again. “You what?” He asked, letting one of hands roam over the soft skin of her ass and squeeze.

“We’ve ho-oked up a few t-times.” She struggled to get out. Hopper growled, not expecting to be jealous of the boys that a college aged girl was getting on with. He knew she wasn’t an “innocent” kind of girl. Though her short blonde hair and big hazel eyes may look angelic, he’d busted her plenty of times for a plethora of reasons. At least two of those times her neck proudly displayed numerous hickeys.

“What does ‘hooked up’ mean?” Hopper asked. She tried to move, but his strong hands firmly held her in place. He moved one finger to her opening, teasing it. “Answer me, little girl.”

“We’ve done stuff.” She answered in a desperate tone. Hopper pushed his finger into her, making her gasp.

“What kind of 'stuff?’” He asked, and for some reason, the fact that he was interrogating her while he was fingering her, and he had her completely naked while he’d not taken off even a shoe, was so erotic. She had no idea she’d liked this kind of thing, but she was excited to see where it went.

“U-um…” She wasn’t sure if she wanted to answer that, but Hopper definitely wanted a response. She felt him slightly curl his long finger inside of her, hitting her g-spot with the kind of accuracy she had never experienced with anyone else. She let out some kind of noise she didn’t even know what to call. Hopper didn’t let up, moving his finger in her over and over. She could barely even see, let alone focus on answering questions.

Behind her, Hopper stood up. One of his hands was still working her up, while the other hand gathered her hair into a ponytail and pulled her head back so that she was level with his face. “'Um’ isn’t an answer.” He said, and she felt him put a second finger inside of her. She moaned loudly, forgetting about the pain of her hair being pulled completely. “Did you sleep with him?”

“Yes.” She breathed, and he felt anger rise in him again for reasons he knew weren’t fair to her. He distracted himself by kissing her, moving his fingers in her faster. She found it too difficult to keep up with the kiss, breaking it to moan and whimper. Hopper let go of her hair and she dropped back down to the smooth wood of the desk. His hand slammed against the desk a few inches away from her face, with Hopper watching her intently as she came closer and closer to coming undone in front of him. He finally couldn’t take it anymore when she grabbed his hand from the desk and took one of his fingers in her mouth, sucking it slowly.

Hopper groaned loudly, grabbing her again and flipping her over so that she was lying on her back on top of the desk. “By the time I’m done with you, you won’t even remember his name.” He growled before he grabbed her legs, which dangled over the edge, and threw them over his shoulders as he dropped to his knees, beginning to eat her out again. Watching her chest rise and fall as he focused his tongue on her clit was fun, but he wanted more.

He held nothing back, putting two fingers in her and eating her as if she was his last meal. Quickly, she was nearly screaming, shaking, and grabbing his hair tightly in her hands. The second she began pulling on his hair, he used his free hand to unzip his pants and take out his aching cock. He took the hand that was pleasing her and held himself in it, covering himself in her wetness. She whined at the sight of him stopping before she truly finished, and he smirked.

He picked her up in one swift motion, making her let out a surprised squeal. He held her so effortlessly, keeping her just high up enough that his tip was teasing her entrance. He kissed her neck slowly, working his way up from the curve of her shoulder up to her earlobe, which he bit lightly, making her shudder. “You want me to fuck you, baby?” He asked huskily, his lips barely touching her ear.

“Yes.” She breathed, her hands gripping the cloth of his shirt. She’d never considered herself to be into a man in uniform, but the realization that she was fucking the domineering police chief made her knees weak. She was thankful that she was being held up.

“Beg for it, little girl.” He said, and she let out a whimper as he slowly moved her hips away from him, trailing his cock up to her clit.

“Please.” She whined, bucking her hips against him. “Please fuck me, please, please, pl-” Hopper cut her off by kissing her feverishly, which she immediately reacted to. His mind flashed back to that night on the playground, when he caught her with that boy. He remembered how she and him didn’t notice Hopper until he made himself known. He remembered how he’d stood there for a minute just watching her before he told them to stop. He remembered how angry it made him. He remembered the fire that started in his stomach as he watched her angelic face being defiled by the boy. He remembered how he’d wanted to rip that boy limb from limb for no rational reason.

And he pushed those thoughts back down in his mind as he slowly pushed Emma down onto him. She broke their kiss, her jaw dropping. He let out a shaky breath at the feeling. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt a pussy this tight clenching around him. He wondered if he ever had in his life, actually. His chest rose and fell heavily as he began to lift her body up and down, slowly at first, but soon picking up the pace. She felt like heaven.

Emma was whining and whimpering in his ear again, which he was surprised to find he absolutely loved. “You feel so big.” She confessed, burying her face in his neck. He smelled like cigarettes and a classically scented men’s cologne. She moaned loudly as he began to lower her onto himself with more force.

And from that point on, they became lost in each other for what felt like mere seconds yet years and years at the same time. Hopper had lost control of his vocal cords and was letting out grunts and moans and strings of curse words, which was music to Emma’s ears. Watching a man twice her age become a panting, cursing mess right in front of her made her feel sexier than she’d ever felt in her life.

His strength never seemed to falter, even as Emma began to grow tired despite doing none of the work herself. His stamina was intense, and he was able to put her into whatever position he wished. At one point he had her up against the wall, holding her steady as he thrusted his hips up into her, until she breathlessly asked if she could be on top.

Hopper wrapped her legs around his waist and carried her to his desk chair, sitting on it with her on his lap straddling him. She kneeled herself up, before she lowered herself back down onto him. He used this new position as an opportunity to run his hands over her soft skin. His hands roamed everywhere, and soon he couldn’t help himself from reaching his hands underneath her thighs and lifting her up, taking one of her nipples in his mouth and sucking on it for a moment before dropping her back onto his hardness.

“Let me do it.” Emma whined as his hands guided her hips up and down. Hopper chuckled against the skin of her neck as he kissed every inch of her that he could reach.

“You want to be in charge, huh?” He asked lowly as he moved his hands up her body, wrapping one around her throat and pulling her towards him with the other. He kissed her deeply as she controlled her own pace and rhythm. The angle that she was moving herself at was different than any other they’d been in while standing, and as she began to sloppily drop her hips onto him and moan loudly into his mouth, Hopper realized she was close to the edge. He reached his hand that held her throat down to her clit, rubbing it in circular motions, while his other hand had tangled itself into her hair.

“Fuck!” Emma cried as she began shaking. Hopper didn’t stop tracing his thumb in circles over her sensitive petal.

“Language, little girl.” He cooed, holding her steady as her body began to convulse on top of him. He couldn’t even begin to describe the sounds that she was making, or translate whatever sentences she had tried, and failed, to say- all he knew was that it was hot. He felt her muscles tense around him, tightening her walls even more, making him groan and instinctively start to buck his hips up into her. She got even louder as he began to do that.

He could feel himself getting close, so he lifted her out of the chair with him and laid her back onto the desk, pulling her hips until her legs were dangling off of it again. He picked up a leg on either side of him and entered her one last time. It didn’t take long for him to reach his peak as he watched her reactions to him pounding into her. He swiftly pulled himself out of her, groaning loudly as hot spurts of cum shot onto her stomach. They both stayed where they were, struggling to catch their breath. Hopper returned his softening cock to his boxers, zipping and rebuttoning his uniform’s pants. Emma grabbed a tissue from the corner of the desk above her head and wiped his load off of her stomach, sitting up slowly.

When they both came back to reality, neither of them knew what to say. Emma grabbed her clothes off of the floor and slowly, silently put them on. Hopper dropped back into his desk chair, watching her silently. He wanted to bring her back to his cabin and spend the night with her, staying up and toying with her all night. But he couldn’t do that.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” She said, breaking the silence briefly before she left the room. Hopper finally lifted himself out of his chair, grabbing the coat, hat, and keys he’d laid out haphazardly around the office. He exited and locked his office, turning around to see Emma approaching him from the hall.

“Ready to go?” He asked, not knowing what else to say. Emma nodded. They walked out of the door silently together, and got into the car. For the first time in what seemed like the history of the world, Emma didn’t ask obnoxious questions or try to get a rise out of Hopper during a drive. It was obvious that both of them were in their own heads, lost in thought, wondering what the consequences of tonight will be.

When they finally reached her house, the two still had no idea of what to say to each other. “Goodnight, Hopper.” Emma said casually, opening the door and climbing out of the car and shutting the door behind her.

Hopper rolled down the window on the passenger side of the car, calling out “Be good, kid!”

Emma turned and gave Hopper a thoughtful look. After a minute, though, a smirk crept onto her face. “See you next weekend, Chief.” She waved before she turned around and walked into her house.

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ミ★ミ★-BASH IT INTO A MIRROR—Ace Evergarden x Yandere Kacey—ミ★ミ★

Notes: jesus christ, i didn’t even wanna write more about Kacey’s bitchass but u bitches wanted it, yandere, kidnapping, threatening, degrading and praising, Godess!Ace, Ace is a wind godess, magic, fighting, blood, obessive behavior, knives, bottles, cocaine, i hate kacey, insane kacey bro fuck outta here, mentions towards past murder, bondage, non-con kissing, non-con touching, no, its not groping stop, stalker, pervy kacey bitchass get out bro, mentions towards past trauma, ace has abadonment issues, threats of dying, slight sucidical tendeices??, mentally ill people need to be locked up fr!!/j, ace is nice to kacey for the first half, they become friends, kace mainuplation, ramblings and my nerd knowledge about greek mythology.

TW; i am NOT aiming to romantincze anything kacey does in this prompt/ book. they are clearly FUCKED in a whole other level. no person should act like this in real life!

“I’m sorry, Ace.” The girl infront of her apologized.

The shorter of the two only mustered up a smile, sure enough to prove she was okay.

“Oh please, it’s fine. You know I’m good for it, Cel’.” She waved it off.

The black-nette only whined a little knowingly. She felt bad.

“Hey, why don’t we hit up a icecream place nearby?” She offered.

The other girl only blinked a few times before laughing nervously. Hadn’t she told her??

“Ah sorry, I must’ve not told you, I’m lactose intolerant..” She answered, grinning smallely.

The green eyed girl paused before sweat-dropping.

“Ah! I’m sorry! Erm..I’ll just leave you alone then, see you!” The girl apologized before spilting off.

Ace watched the girl leave before shaking her head. She was getting ready to head back to the main village but flinched when she heard a twig break and someone curss.

“Fuck!” They whispered.

God, they were so clumsy. Couldn’t they just observe their beloved in peace?! Well, it was too late now, she probably heard them.

“Hello?..” The non-mortal asked, making her way to the tree they were hiding behind.

They tensed slightly when she put a hand around the tree slightly and glanced at them. She immeditally reeled back and smiled nervously.

“Ah, hello there!…Uhm..can I help you?” She greeted before looking away.

She caught a good glance of the former. She had semi-short brown hair that seemed messy and hadn’t been brushed in a couple days. She also had a pair of bright red eyes with odd shaped pupils, almost the shape of hearts.

“Hello..?” She called to her, noticing she was only staring and not speaking.

The brunette flinched slightly and automatically apologized.

“Sorry, Sorry! Uhm..I was just looking around..” He nervously said, rather akwardly.

In his mind, it was better to pretend to be mentally sane then confess his undying love on the spot. After all, it would be best if she fell for him too.

The former only hummed, narrowing her eyes slightly.

“Oh yeah? I haven’t seen you around here, and I know almost every villager..what’s your name??” She asked.

He tensed even more. There was no way he could just blurt out his name, the villagers never shut up about him.

“Um itssss..” She trailed off, eyes darting around.

Ace merly raised an eyebrow, confused. How long did it take to give your name to someone?

“It’s Riean! Just uh, Riean..!” She finally got out.

Ace only hummed and nodded. She didn’t completly believe them, but good enough, right?

“Hey, hey, uh..Your Ace Evergarden right??” They questioned, leaning close to the girl.

The blue-nette only manged a lopsided smile and leaned back slightly. Honestly, she didn’t like the vibe of them. Best to just play it off, though.

“Yep! That’s me!” She answered simply.

The other only grinned slightly and leaned back, stummbling slightly. She was atleast trying to act normal, and that’s what mattered, right?

“Say, I know your probably exhausted, so why not come with me for dinner?” She smoothly offered.

The non-human only blinked a few times. Offering already for something like a dinner?? Couldn’t that be classifed as a ‘move’, as you would say?

“Oh? Aren’t you smooth?” She questioned, even though it seemed more like a point.

Kacey only grinned and winked slightly.

“I like to believe so, yes..”

The shorter of the two only sighed slightly and tilted her head up slightly. She didn’t like the feeling of this, but yet again, did she really have a choice?

“Fine. You gotta’ place in mind?” She sighed before asking.

On the other hand, they were over the FUCKING moon. Who knew it would actually work?! Of course, their beloved wasn’t stupid, and they knew she was probably suspious by now.

A massive blush wanted to overcome their face, but they manged to settle it down. God, they could just imagine all her cute reactions once she found out what they really were!~

Would she hate her?? Would she finally end her suffering and strangle her or slice her down with her sword?! She wanted to know so badly.

“Riean..Riean?” Ace called out, gaining her attention.

Her eyebrows were furrowed in confusion as she looked at her. Her brown eyes shifted back and forth.

“Ah-Sorry, Ace..I know a place, c’mon!~” She snapped out of it and apologized before making a follow me motion.

The pair has eventually found a resturant. Oddly enough, Ace had never seen or even eaten here before. She tilted her head when the food the two ordered appeared infront of them.

She had simply ordered a glass of mango tea and a medium rare steak. Riean ordered something simaliar, but they way they ordered it..

“Oh, I’ll get the same steak! Just uh-make it so like it’s almost raw and bloody, k?” They said, smiling at the waiter.

The blue haired girl flinched and turned towards them, concerned. She ment, who liked a almost raw steak?!

“Alr..alright..that’ll be out for you two then..” He merly penned it down and left nervously.

“A bloody steak?? Are you sure?” The girl asked, eyes wandering towards her drink.

The short haired girl only smiled, slightly eerily.

“Course’ I’m sure! I like it raw, it gives it that feeling and extra texture and flavor, y’know?~” She causally answered.

‘NO, I DON’T KNOW, WERIDO!!’ Ace’s thoughts screamed at her. But she only placed a crooked smile on her face and laughed slightly.

“Right, ahaha..! Of course..” She said back.

The brown eyed girl only poked at her steak as she watched as they cut straight into theirs. They had red muck seeping out of it and she grimnaced, immeditally looking away.

“So, I know your like super well known and praised for being well..strong..but I have a few questions!~” They started, eyes mainly focused on their food.

The non-mortal only nodded and hummed.

“Well? I’m pretty much open to anything you could ask.” She merly said.

Meanwhile, Kacey took a piece of the meat and put it in her mouth. She didn’t want to look at Ace. If she did, she would probably more then not blurt out something.

“Just exactly..for how long have you been doing this sort of thing? Y’know, like helping townsfolk and expelling demons?” She asked.

The former hummed and finally took a few bits of her food. The meat was nice and tender, and had a slight burnt and smokey flavor to it.

“I would say atleast three years?? I mainly picked it up because people found out about me saving a whole town from a rogue mage.” She answered.

The red eyed female only nodded and the red on her plate colored the white purity of it more.

“Say, do you have any family? Like, siblings, mother, father?” She asked another question.

Ace only flinched slightly at the question. Oh no, her parents were long gone, or were they?? She didn’t know, considering she hadn’t seen them in so long. But she had Violet, and that was what mattered.

“I..I uhm..I have a sister..a younger one, obviously..” She answered, seeming more hesiatant.

Kacey picked up on this and immeditally put the fork she had a piece of meat on and comforted the blue haired girl. They also decided to be bold and place a hand on hers.

The other girl seemed to tense at this action. As her eyes darted towards the hand and then back towards Kacey.

“Hey, I’m sorry if I pushed too much..I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” They tried to comfort.

The other girl only tensed and smiled nervously and smallely. Kace thought it was cute.

“No-I..I just uh..” She tried to find an excuse, eyes staring at the half-eaten steak infront of her.

The marooned eyed male only hummed and said,

“Take your time, love. It’s my fault for making you panic anyway.”

The long haired girl resisted the urge to recoil at the name. He was already calling her names?? Wasn’t that a bit too fast?

She really should have said something, but he wouldn’t have listened. He enjoyed how she tried to have more mudane and muffled reactions instead of lashing out.

“I..I just don’t get asked a ton about myself..” She looked away and scratched her cheek.

The brunette only hummed and when Ace looked back, she noticed that they had already finished their food. The redness seeped on the plate, but their was no meat.

“Are you finished with your food, dear?” Kacey asked, sucessfully calling her yet another nickname.

She didn’t like it. But she couldn’t do much about it, sure she could say it made her uncomfortable but..

“Ah yes, I’ll pay then!” The caramel eyed girl jolted before digging in her pocket and pulling out a sack of coins.

The slightly taller girl only jolted and shook her head.

“Oh please, no need to pay. I’ll pay for it, plus, I was the one who dragged you here, right?” She protested, slightly touching the other again as she made her pushed her money away.

The other female only tensed slightly. Honestly, this girl was odd. It was like she would go out of her way to do stuff to ‘please’ Ace.

“You didn’t drag me here..I agreed, didn’t I?” The blue/nette asked a question of her own, but it was too late.

Kace had already placed her money near the reciept. A brown sack of coins, not too much. The food was good sure, but the prices were kind of worth it??

“Come on, let’s get out of here.” The short haired person brought the girls attention back to them and she only silently nodded.

The two looked around the area once they left the place. Ace tried to scoot away to make distance.

“Well, you probably have to go back to your house to take care of Violet, right?” Kacey asked.

The shorter girl immeditally jolted violently at the mention of her siblings name. She whipped around and stopped walking, eyes shakily looking at them.

The ladder tried to bit back the smile that threatened to form on their face.

“What?..” She whispered.

“What’s wrong, Evergarden? Did I say something?” She innocently asked back.

The long haired girl tensed and looked away nervously. She rubbed her eyes before grimnacing. She didn’t want to mention it, but she knew her younger sisters name?! It just didn’t make sense!

No one else in the village knew her younger sister by name! She turned towards the other and plastered a very shaky smile on her face.

“No, it’s nothing. I probably just heard wrong. Bye, Riean.” She reassured, probably more to herself.

She immeditally turned back around towards the opposite direction and started walking off. She didn’t even bother to look back, no way.

Meanwhile, the red eyed girl’s eyes followed her as she walked away. After a while, the reality hit her. Her face bathed in red and she cheered. Her heart’s rythm was extremely fast and her hands were shaky.

She had pulled it off!! She really had pretended to be sane around Ace and it worked!! Now, there was no way the girl wasn’t suspious about her, but still!!~

God, he remebered the pale or reeling back of her expressions. Espically when he mentioned that stupid younger sister of hers.

He was going to get his way. He was going to mainuplate Ace Evergarden into becoming his clostest friend. And then, he would let everything come crashing down, tell her his real name.

That he was Kacey, and there was nothing that should could do to stop him from having her.

Over the course of the next week, Kace and Ace were called ‘friends.’ Kace was overjoyed to been called that. but the godess on the other hand. Kace called her nicknames, got a little touchy with her, and even tried to ask more questions about Violer and her.

“Ace, hey, goodmorning!” Speak of the devil and they shall apear.

The brunette only grinned and waved at her. The said person was actually waiting on Ace, after all, they usually talked alot.

But..

“Yeah, goodmorning, Riean.” She simply greeted back before walking straight past them.

They blinked a couple times, hand slightly dropping. They side-glanced behind them and the shorter kept walking. They immeditally snapped out of it and followed after her.

“Ace?? Are you okay??” She inquried, walking now at the same pace as her.

The long haired girl didn’t reply as she kept walking. Kacey scowled and asked again.

“Ace! Hey, are you okay??” She said louder.

The said girl snapped out of it and boredly shifted her eyes over to the other. Her lips were pressed into a firm line and she didn’t look pleased.

“Yeah I’m fine. I’m just very busy and I need to be somewhere quickly.”

“No!-I..I mean, are you sure?? Are..are you really that busy..?” Kace blurted before correcting herself.

The blue-nette only flinched slightly at the sudden clingness of them. She moved back and looked at them with slightly wide eyes.

“Yes, I am that busy..what’s your problem, Riean? You’ve never acted like this before.” The girl only frowned and asked, shrinking away.

For a spilt second, a scowl of annoyance formed on their face but they didn’t say anything. Speaking of them, they had a jumbled thought process.

‘God this is fucking annoying. Why can’t you just work with me here?!’ They thought.

The long haired girl only sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Almost like the younger was giving her a headache.

“Look, I’m sorry I can’t put all my time on you. But you should know I am a very busy person. Not one person can have me all to themself.” She coldly said.

Kacey watched her as she spared them a passing glance before leaving. They scowled, annoyed.

“God damnit Ace..” They mummbled under their breath.

In all honesty, it was getting harder and harder to not let the facade slip. You know, that they were insanely in love with her?! It was getting harder and harder for them to restrain.

In all honesty, what did it matter anymore? Ace didn’t care about them, she never did. That was just the way she was. So she couldn’t hate them for calling her a dense bitch then, right??

Whatever, Kacey was done. It was suposed to be different. They were suposed to make the girl fall in love with them. But she was just too FUCKING stubborn!! Whatever, fuck!!

“Enough, enough!! I’m doing it, I can’t take it anymore!!” The obessive person yelled, stummbling in the opposite direction like a drunk person and trying to calm their thoughts.

Villagers gave them a scared look, of course they would. They knew who she was, and that she was labeled as ‘fucking nuts’. Whatever, they should all die anyway.

Kacey would get her fucking way, no matter who got hurt this time.

“No mercy, Kacey.” She told herself, laughing weakly afterwards.

No matter how much the godess hated it, she was slightly worided for Riean. Her gut turned with a bad feeling inside of it and she hated it. She hated how she helped people carry suppiles, patch peoples wounds up, and searched for monsters.

Speaking of, she currently pulled her trusty sword out of the defeated creatures body and sighed. It’s body dissapered like smoke and she selthed her sword again.

“A sudden infasation of these demons, Empusas desciendents. Not good, not good at all.” She mummbled, a grimnace covering her face.

Untheless, she shook her head and walked back to the main village. She entered the village and immeditally a familar girl with short black hair with dull purple eyes grabbed her by the arm. She flinched slightly but relaxed slightly but not all the way when she saw who it was.

“Hiraeith?? What’s the matter?” She questioned, noticing the girl’s stare.

“What’s the matter?! You didn’t tell me you were hanging out with Kacey!” She snapped.

Ace blinked a few times, obviously confused. The same heighted girl also blinked back a few more times, before furrowing her eyebrows.

“Please don’t tell me you don’t know who I’m talking about.” She frimly said.

“I don’t know who your talking about..?” The blue-nette smiled tensly and hestiatnly asked.

The other empowered girl sweat-dropped and stressily combed a hand through her hair. She almost face palmed before finally responding.

“The brunette with werid maroon eyes and heart pupils you’ve been hanging around with. What’s her name?” She asked.

The brown eyed girl only screnched up her face before replying.

“Riean?? Why??” She confusingly asked.

Hiraeith breathed out a scoff-laugh and looked at Ace like she was stupid.

“Oh yeah? I hate to break it to you, but it’s Kacey. She lied to you, Evergarden. She’s been lying to you this entire time.” She sarcastically mocked before poking the others chest.

The brown eyed girl was taken aback from this information. She looked away and pressed her lips into a firm line. For some reason, a gag reflex was building up in her throat, a sick churing almost.

“Look, you aren’t the first person they’ve taken an intrest in, and defentily not the last. But look at me, they are INSANE..and not the cute verison you see, the murdeous type of insane.” She gently grabbed the others face, making her have eye contact again before stuffing her hands in her pockets while explaning.

“There’s no way you didn’t notice it. The little slips and concering moments here and there?? Yeah, that’s the real them.” Hiraeith contuined.

The godess only just listened before unclogging her suddenly thick throat. It took effort for her to even speak.

“How do you know so much about this..?” She mummbled, eyes flicking everywhere.

Now, Ace Evergarden rarely got nervous. But it reminded her so much of…

Nevermind.

“Because she had a intrest in me once. Luckily, it was as bad as some of the ones I’ve heard of, just a small one. I’ve heard she’s killed people that she can’t have eventually, or maybe even eaten them alive!! Wait no, that’s not funny-..” The purple eyed girl shurgged before spooking out, and then cutting herself off.

The traveller only smiled stiffly and came a little closer to the other. Speaking of the ladder, her facial expression changed into one of confusion.

“Thank you for telling me about this, Hira’. I’ll be safe, and I can handle it on my own.” She reassured before pulling away and walking away.

The short haired girl was left in silence for a few moments before tensing and reaching a hand out to where Ace’s back was turned.

“Wait!! Evergarden, I-!!” She tried to call out but the said girl only kept walking, not even sparing a glance.

Hiraeith put her hand that she had up down slowly and frowned. If the blue haired girl doesn’t keep an eye over her shoulder at all times, she could get hurt.

“Even if she is immortal..” She whispered.

Meanwhile, with the traveller girl. She was walking through a familar forest again when a breeze blew past her. She whipped around but saw no one, it was like the wind was pushing her. Then she heard whispers and knew who it was.

“Anamais? What are you doing?” She called out to her wind spirted friend.

A small creature apeared, it had a floating body and light blue and white colors. It had a striped and diamond patterned body/ or clothes. It also had a black face with no mouth but beedy big yellow colored eyes, almost like a cats. And finally, a small leaf hat.

It zoomed around Ace, pushing her in a certain direction. She smiled slightly and held her hands out. The creature flew into them with no resistence.

“I haven’t seen you in a while, huh? Well, you seem to be in a happy mood, either way.” She asked before smiling more, changing it into a grin.

Her spirt friend only jumped happily in her hands.

“Say buddy, do you have any clue why there is a sudden increase in the monsters around this town??” She asked her friend.

All of a sudden, the wind creature started shaking ans aniamatic tears formed in its eyes. She startled at this and worriedly asked,

“Anmais?? What’s the matter?” She questioned.

She got a response from the poor thing. Only..the voice didn’t come from them. Instead..

“I might have a clue why your little friend there is so scared.” A familar voice answered.

Ace immeditally whipped around and was awfully close to Kacey. His brown hair which was always dishelved, was neat and combed. And his maroon eyes were still mostly calm, but with a tinge of distrubance this time.

“You..” Was all the godess got out, moving back a few steps.

Her suddenly cold hands clutched the shivering wind element in her hands harder. What was going on??

“Yes, me, your beloved Riean!~ Tell me, how’s your chores going?” The male only leaned back and grinned.

The blue-nette only harshly glared and pressed her lips into a firm line.

“I know who you are, Kacey.” Was all she said.

And oh, did this trigger a response! The male’s red eyes widened and his smile faded away. He blinked a couple times before plastering a much more faded grin on his face.

“What do you mean? Whose Kace-!!” They started playing innocent but Ace wasn’t having any of it.

“Don’t fuck with me! You know exactly what I’m fucking talking about. Drop the act.” She snapped.

The brunette’s smile completly dropped and her head hanged low. The non-mortal stared, waiting for something to happen until..

Kacey burst out in laughter, just pure laughter. The brown eyed girl flinched and immeditally clentched her spirt friend closer to her.

“Oh please!! Honestly..honestly, I was stupid to think my plan would work in the first place!” She shakily said, laughing still.

The former only narrowed her eyes and didn’t speak.

“Ah Ace, you know, your not that smart for a godess. I would’ve thought you would’ve caught on by now!~” She mocked, eyes glinting.

This offically bothered the other and she spoke up.

“Are you calling me stupid?” She bluntly asked.

The ladder only finally stopped laughing, but an amused grin rested on her face. Meanwhile, Ace couldn’t figure out what she was thinking!? She knew she was insane, but this was just werid..

“Oh no, darling. I would never dream to call my savior stupid!~ After all, If I insulted you that would just make you hate me more, but you probably already do, right?” She clarrifed before inquiring.

The long haired girl only tilted her head up slightly and glared down at her.

“Ahaha! You know, I’m surprised you haven’t started running or haven’t tried to end me right here, honestly.” She smiled at the ground, eyes drifting.

Ace finally let go of Animias and they flew away in the opposite direction almost immeditally. The red eyes and brown eyes both followed after it.

“What is your probelm?? I’ve heard that you’ve hurt people before, why?!”The caramel eyed one snapped, hands drifting towards her sword.

Kacey’s attention was brought back to her, not that it wasn’t always on her. He scoffed slightly before taking a quick steps closer, and leaning towards her. His one hand grabbing at her face extremely lightly and the other behind his back.

“Pleasee’, don’t pretend like you don’t want me, Evergarden..” He boredly said, mouth pressed sideways.

That was it.

The said girl swiftlt unshlethed her weapon and cut off a few strands of his hair. The males eyes widened as he moved back slightly and she mocked him, holding her weapon infront of her.

“What’s the matter? Plus, why would I ever enjoy that? Your some sick creep who can’t leave people alone, and insanely obessive is a major turn off.” She hissed.

The brunette blinked a few times before breathing out a short laugh. The long haired girl only scowled harder.

“Are you gonna’ kill me?! Please do! i wanna’ die, and to die at the hands of you would be an honer!” He held steady eye contact, eyes big and still shaky.

The godess made a digusted noise and pulled her sword away, not all the way back though.

“Are you insane?-Actually no, I know you are..why are you so fucking obessed with me?!” She started but changed her direction.

Kacey only tilted his head and squinted his eyes, as if he was thinking. She couldn’t understand him. Even if his movements were simaliar to..HIM.

“Because, I’ve read all about you..and you were just so..strong and pretty and self-giving. And then out of the blue, a traveller shows up and just starts helping people? Too convient.” They started explaining.

“So I watched you for a good while, nothing linked you to the wind godess, at least not yet! And then I saw it, you had your beloved sword out and stabbee it into a demon. Your pretty brown eyes had changed color and wind swirlled around you, not to mention your sword also glowed.” They laughed at the end of their final sentence.

“You’ve been stalking me?! W-How much do you know about me?! You can’t possibly know everything about me! You just can’t.” The blue haired girl startled before glaring again.

The slightly taller person only grinned unsettingly, it seemed almost like their eyes were glowing.

“No? Tell me, how do you feel about Oriean? You know, your precious fian-!” They started but where cut off by Ace grabbing them and shoving them to the ground.

The girl planted her sword right below the side of their head and she wrapped one of her hands around their neck. Kacey’s face immeditally switched and bathed in red.

“Oh! Are you going..ngh!-!” She couldn’t even mange a setence out because Ace squeezed her neck tight.

“Kill you? Yeah..I’m thinking about it. Now answer me, how the FUCK do you know about..HIM?!” She breathed out before tightening her hold on the others neck.

The short haired girl only breathed hoarsely. She had a small grin on her face and her eyes were bulging, probably from the loss of air.

Untheless, Ace let loose her hold on the pinned down one’s neck regretablly.

“As I said before, I read sooo much about..ha..you, my love…why..why can’t you just see that I love you..?” She panted before grunting out.

The godess had one of her hands on the top of her sword and rolled her wrist aganist it. Her other hand was planted besides Kacey’s head.

“Is that seriously what this is about?! Love?!” She disbeliving asked.

The other stummbled around and held her side slightly. Her eyes with those stupid, fucking heart pupils seemed to grow. She smiled, but more gently this time. It still didn’t set her unease.

“Yes, of course. I love you, I love you so much, Ace!! If you would just believe that I’m nothing like him!-!” She was cut off by the other shaking her head.

“No, your exactly like him. You sound exactly like him. Just go, go away before you force me to do something I won’t regret.” She angrily snapped before waving her off.

The brunette’s smile wavered, before dropping completly. And then, it happened. Ace felt a presence behind her but it was too late, the thing had already wrapped a hand around her throat and squeezed.

“Ack!!-Stop..! Stop stop..!” She winced before wheezing out.

Kacey only watched as the member she had inscurted to come along with her at the right time choked out her beloved. She didn’t want to hurt her beloved, she really didn’t. But Ace was just so fucking stubborn!

Speaking of, the godesses vision became dark, spots bleeding in. She weakly raised a hand and almost reached for her sword but the mortal kicked it away.

“Ah, just go to sleep, Darling. Your just making it worse by struggling.~” The now fully relaxed Kacey whispered, watching as the others eyes rolled back before falling unconcious.

The person who had choked her out still had a firm hold on her neck and was still choking out air. This made the maroon eyed person glare at them harshly.

“Fuck! Let her go already, dipshit!” They harshly said, immeditally ripping their beloved from the others arms.

The guard merly bowed slightly and Kacey scoffed. They hugged the girl’s body closer and pressed their lips into a firm line.

“Come on, let’s get out of here. We are going back to my main house, also, make sure she’s restrained well.” They bluntly explained before lifting Ace’s body bridal style and carrying her.

The guard remained unmoving for a few seconds before following after them. Was their master totally insane, oh, defentitly. But if they manged to get their way, what couldn’t they do?

The solider only shook their head, their helement making a clunky sound in protest.

The next time Ace awoke, she was in some sort of large room. The room had a chair, sitting across from her and alot of space actually. The walls were a bleak grey color and scribbled on with small notes and messages.

There were also stacks of books littered around the chair and some behind it. When she squinted her eyes, she could make out that some of them mentioned greek mythology. Her hands were tied behind her back.

“Fuck..fuckfuckfuck..! Not good..fuck how did you lose, Evergarden..?” She mummbled to herself harshly.

Her eyes also grew slightly distrubed when they landed on a specfic area, on the wall. It was a complete almost memorial or statue of the girl. There were tons of photos and even some things she owned that she thought at first she had lost, like a coin she held in her hand, or a hairtie.

The godesses wrists actually burned when she tried to yank on the ropes that tied them together. And when she tried summoning some wind magic to bring something close, or knock over the chair, it felt like something was squeezing around her heart.

After a while of this cycle, she grew exhausted. She only grew more alert when she heard the door to the room, which was on the other side, open.

“Ah, good morning, my love!~” A familar voice greeted warmly.

But whatever filled Ace when she heard that voice was anything but warm. Kacey walked into the room, looking simaliar to their regular apperance. Only now, she noticed how big their pupils were. Of course, those stupid heart pupils were always big, but now it looked like they were on something.

“Are you on something?” Was all she manged to ask.

The big eyed person only manged a bigger grin. They already a lovesick expression on their face, and it was just modiffied.

“Just my love for you, Ace.” Was all they said.

‘What a load of shit.’ was what she thought to that.

They walked over to the opposite chair, leaning aganist it as they sat.

“Did you try and escape?? Actually no, don’t answer that! I know you did, I saw you on the cameras! Cute, really.” They asked before answering it untheless.

The non-mortal was disgusted. In return actually, they were worried for Violet. Sure, they hadn’t talked much, but how would she surivive without Ace?!

“What’s with that look on your face? Are you worried about your beloved sister?” Kacey asked yet another question.

Ace only scowled at him and raised her head slightly.

“Where is she?!” She snapped, face twisted in displeasure.

The ladder only sighed, a puff of air coming out. Before, he rested his cheek in his hand and gazed at her with a lazy grin.

“I didn’t do anything to her, at least, if your good nothing will happen. I’ll send out people to check up on her and tend to her.” He brushed off her concern.

The caramel eyed other squinted her eyes at him. She didn’t like it, she didn’t like it at all. She hated being treated as if she was naive.

“What do you hope to gain in all of this?! I hope you know that I will never love you!!” She questioned, voice almost dripping with rotten intentions.

Kace only raised his expression in fake surprise. She hated the way he mocked her.

“Of course, I know that. I’m not trapping you here for love. I just don’t want anyone else to see you, or touch you, no one but me. If I can’t have you, then no one else can.” He truthfully answered.

Ace made a disgusted expression. The short haired girl took this as a sign to grab her forearm and lean a little closer.

“See? You better get used to it!~ After all, you’ll stay here until I die, because I’m a human!~” She exampled before pointing out the obvious.

“Your sick.” Was the response she got.

The marooned eyed girl actually seemed bothered by this. Her eyes darkened and she leaned even closer. Her smile faded completly.

“I’m the sick one?? No, there’s worse then me out there. Like Oriean, which one of us is better? You tell me, Ace.” She hissed.

But before the said girl could reply, Kacey had connected their lips. When the blue haired girls head went to go jolt back to break it, the others hand tugged her hair, litterally ripping a few strands out.

Her eyes were wide and her face was pale stricken. A drop of sweat rolled down her cheek and her mind was trying to make sense of what was happening.

When the other did pull away, she leaned back in her chair completly. A sickening grin rested on her face while Ace looked at her in shock and horror.

“So, which one of us is the better kisser, Evergarden?”

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