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#there are tears streaming down my face#well done op#you got me already#oh Bowser did not just burn Luigiâs hat right in front of Mario#Mario is very likely gonna go apeshit on Bowser now#once he snaps out of his shock and despair that is#the last three pages just rip my heart to shreds#as an older sister âit hurts so much to imagine myself in Marioâs position#to just be slammed with the knowledge that your only sibling is presumably dead#and then watch your enemy destroy a piece of what remained of them not even a few secs later#nothing else remains of them#your siblingâs face#the face that you grew up seeing and adoring your whole life#youâll never see it again#all you have is the charred emblem of their hat#god Iâm making this so much worse for myself by thinking this deep#Iâm sorry for the novel in these tags#this comic has put me in angst hell and I just need to word vomit#the super mario bros movie#super mario bros movie#super mario movie#mario movie#mario#luigi#bowser#mario and luigi
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THE EX ROUTE IS GOING TO KILL ME, WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO USđđ
IM SORRYđ to be fair id never forgive cheating but in games i usually always let it slide so i really wanted to have a ro where it feels very vulnerable to not only move on but also allow oneself to fall in love AGAIN... i think itll be a very interesting dynamic to explore (and i love drama LOL love when authors rip my heart to shreds and then stomp on the pieces too)
fyi youll be able to be hesitant, fearful or whatever OR you can cheat with them, not caring for their current partner and be like rory from gilmore girls where she's like "dean was mine first" (iykyk!!!!)
added a little snippet of a potential scene ive got planned with MC on 'the ex' ro route. call it a little taster LOL (under the cut)
(fyi its from the pov of an MC who still involuntarily feels something for the ex)
âdonât do that,â you spit, gaze slowly travelling down your ex-spouseâs frame. theyâre seated on the opposite side of the living room, on the same exact sofa they used to occupy â be it during game nights, movie nights, or simply weekends spent quietly enjoying each otherâs company. it felt like the perfect fit. they were the unique key to your lock. the gentle notes on your sometimes out of pitch days⌠until the music abruptly came to a halt, never to be played again. and ever since that day, three years ago, your life has been muted â dulled even. âdo what?â they tilt their face up, and for a moment youâre transferred back in time. but you snap yourself out of it just as quickly; you refuse to go down that path again. although youâre stood a few metres away, youâre able to make out a shapely outline â it's you â on the otherwise empty page of the sketchbook propped on their lap. âyouâre drawing me â I donât want you to draw me.â âwhy canât I? you look beautiful.â the stupidly crooked smile creeping upon their features is like a stab to the heart, and those last three words shove the knife straight through your body. just like that, your lungs implode â youâre in too deep. a tsunami of emotions rips open every old wound you nurtured close so carefully over the past months. the hours spent in therapy, flushed down the drain by a sweet compliment. soured by the wrong person. âbecause thatâs what you did when you were with them. when I see you doing this, it makes me think about every night you lied.â your throat grows tight, your vision blurs, and yet you continue, âevery night you spent with [redacted] while I was right here⌠waiting.â for seemingly the first time, you notice sun rays peeking through your beige curtains. itâs almost like the sun has sensed the devastation ongoing in the pit of your stomach, and so with each passing second of your skin soaking up the warm orange beams, the grey clouds inside your head clear more and more. it takes one large breath to relax the tightness of your vocal cords, before youâre able to force a sound out. âyou really hurt me [redacted]âŚâ as soon as a look of regret takes over [redacted]âs otherwise painfully gorgeous face, a small flame of hope lights up in your body â one you didnât grant permission. itâs soothing⌠and familiar, yet you starve that spark and let it die. âyou drawing me like that â it hurts because you know Iâll like it⌠and thatâs not fair, [redacted]â you whisper, before standing tall, a surge of determination coursing through your veins, âIâm not going to let you do this to me again.â
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Pages, Writing, Story
Taylor
Holy Ground: And the storyâs got dust on every page
Run: Thereâs a chain âround your throat, piece of paper where I wrote, âIâll wait for youâ
The Very First Night: Iâd��write this in the sky, I miss you like it was the very first night
Suburban Legends: Youâd be more than a chapter in my old diaries with the pages ripped out
Blank Space: But Iâve got a blank space, baby, and Iâll write your name
New Yearâs Day: Donât read the last page, but I stay
Death By A Thousand Cuts: But if the storyâs over, why am I still writing pages?
August: Your back beneath the sun, wishing I could write my name on it
Right Where You Left Me: Pages turn and stick to each other
Evermore: Writing letters addressed to the fire
'Tis The Damn Season: âTis the damn season, write this down
Youâre On Your Own, Kid: âCause there were pages turned with the bridges burned
Paris: Privacy sign on the door and on my page and on the whole world
The Alcott: Writing something about someone who used to be me
All Of The Girls You Loved Before: A heart is drawn around your name in someoneâs handwriting, not mine
The Prophecy - but it's gone again / And it was written
Harry
Something Great (1D) "The script was written and I could not change a thing / I want to rip it all to shreds and start again"
Perfect (1D) "And if you're looking for someone to write your breakup songs about"
Summer Love (1D) "Don't promise that you're gonna write"
Story of My Life (1D) "Written in these walls are the stories that I can't explain" and "It seems to me that when I die, these words will be written on my stone"
Him (Leak) "In these songs you continue to write / I was with you when you wrote that line"
I'm not happy (leak) - "I can only write this tune / It's the apology I'll never get to you"
Falling "And I'm well aware I write too many songs about you"
FDTD - "I see it's written, it's all over his face"
I Just wanna love you (leak) "I just wanna love you, that's all I gotta say / Empty pages, but the words are on the way"
Half the World Away " A story you'd heard / Now you rest everything on these three words"
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When the Moon Hatched - Sarah A. Parker
reluctant 2/5
ok i havent finished yet but
the world is interesting so far
not enough known about characters
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but the one thing that might push this into DNF territory for me DESPITE THE INTERESTING WORLD
is the fucking fantasy spelling of known and existing concepts
like fucking dae and day
if you make up a creature person place concept whatever
yeah have it your way
use the beautiful spellings of faerie instead of fairy
but fucking
having to read dae which means day when the word day already exists and dae just means day
not my cup of tea
but i press on
wanna know about these moons
and the POV switches are in such tiny font compared to the rest of the text i was flipping back and forth to find it
and something just happened but im like?? i didnt have the time to get invested
so this doesnt mean anything to me
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ive kept reading and im really torn???? some parts are breathtakingly sweet and soft, like a nostalgic memory
and some parts are
so
disjointed
huh??
i feel like a third of it is lovingly crafted
and tbe other two thirds are just slapped together to fill pages
its a weird fucking experience
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im fucking incensed what the hell
one of the chapters ripped my heart out and tore it into shreds
and three chapters later there are so many fucking unnecessary made up fantasy words just crammed together holy hell
was this written by two different people
and if youre going to use your own made up words
give us some fucking explanation or show and tell
if i dont know whats going on because none of the words make sense how can i fucking read jesus christ
what the hell is going on in this book
im actually pissed because the quality of the writing is so inconsistent
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ok i finished it
am i fucking stupid? is it the kindle editions? or do all these books keep fucking putting pronunciation guides and glossaries at the back with zero indication they're there, not even a * or page at the front
maybe its a me problem but holy fuck
put the map at the back and the definitions and pronunciation at tne FRONT
AND THE FUCKING TRIGGER WARNINGS TOO WHY ARE THEY the last possible item
is it me??? am i the problem???
but like, ok, have the separate pronunciation guide and the glossary or definitions at the end
i still want some kind of BRIEF in-story explanation
people DO this to GREAT effect
it's fucking practical
and it does NOT break the stupid "show, dont tell" rule to have a character just do a quick "oh, MC is new/amnesiac/willfully ignorant, here's a 2 sentence primer"
anyways
overall, hate this book
it is NOT for me
i can sort of see why its paced and split the way it is? but also i cant
it feels very.......... it just feels like only a tiny sliver of the entire book is well polished
and the rest of it is slag, just tossed in
like????
the parts that i enjoy were enough to get me to finish the book but holy shit im pissed off
it could be so good!!!! but it's not!!!! overall the idea and the plot and all the strings are very good!!! but its so badly woven!!!!!!! except for a few shining hero moments
but what the fuck!!! it should all be equally good!!!!!!!!!!!
am i just a hater??? idk everyones fucking sucking this books dick and like
its like
a delicious meal that got dropped in a puddle full of shit
like there are pieces i liked! they were good! i see the potential! but fucking christ it was not a michelin experience and those tasty bites were not worth the rest of this meal??????? aaaaakrslhbgliugraiaubefigawrlharfk
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Crying Some Sense
Lucifer x MC
Brothers Masterlist | Dateables Masterlist
Prompt: "No, don't cry, I hate it when you cry."
Description: Lucifer has been put under house arrest and has been keeping himself in his office. His brothers and MC are worried, so they devise a plan to pull him out.
Warning: angst, slightly fluffy ending, Changing and possible spoiling of events from Lesson 14, there is also some threatening language so be weary of that
Levi and Mammon walk behind MC. They trudged through the damp grass behind the House of Lamentations as the sun begins to set.
"So are you sure this is going to work?" MC's voice sounds skeptical. Mammon's grand plan to get Lucifer out of the house while under arrest was for MC to touch the Grimoire Luke had picked up a few weeks earlier. This would have been easy, but recently it was moved to the mausoleum, where a certain three headed dog that only listened to Lucifer watched over it.
Mammon flashes them a smile, nodding as he walked, "Of course, ya touch it and he'll come bursting out of his office and we can talk about everything."
"Yeah, burstings right." Levi mumbled to himself before his voice began to raise, "Bursting with anger-" Levi is silence by his brother's hand as MC turns around.
"What did Levi say?" Fear filled their eyes as they watched Levi struggle in Mammon's grip.
"He just said, he'll be bursting with excitement! That's all!" His words are followed by an unconvincing laugh. MC stares at the two unconvinced before turning around. When MC starts walking again, Mammon smacks Levi's shoulder and whisper yells, "Keep your mouth shut. We don't need them freaking out even more."
Levi's eyes widened at his older brother as he whispered back, "You know it's true! Are you just going to throw them in front of Lucifer without telling them how mad he will be!?"
Mammon shushes him before checking on MC. As the wind began to howl, he answered his brother, "I was gonna figure that out when we got there. Now come on!"
Mammon grabbed Levi's arm and pulled him forward as they began to catch a glimpse of the rest of the party.
Within seconds the three were standing before Beel, Asmo, and Satan. It had become dark in the time it took Levi, Mammon, and MC to reach the outside of the mausoleum gates.
The wind began to whip around them fiercely as Asmo spoke, "Are you ready to talk to Lucifer?" His voice sounded sweet against the harsh wind.
"I-I think so." MC voice stuttered as the began to shiver against the cold night air.
When Beel heard their voice stutter, he walked over to them giving MC his jacket, "You know what to talk about, right?"
MC nodded at the tall demon, "I need to ask him about Belphie."
Satan nodded with a smile, "Correct. We'll be close by making sure Cerebrus stays out of your hair."
MC looked around, as best as they could in the dark, at all the brothers. Across everyone's faces was the same expression of sadness. These demons standing before them knew something that they did not and that terrified MC to their core.
Before long, Mammon's booming voice interrupted their thoughts, "Alright, let's get this show on the road."
The Brothers led the way as MC walked behind them. The group was silent. A solemn, anxious air surrounded them as each foot crunched the grass below.
As they approached the entrance, Beel began to fall back and walk next to MC. He seemed anxious as well. This wasn't the first time MC had seem the gentle giant worry, but this was by far the worst it has ever been.
They glanced over and could see him playing with his fingers and sneaking glances at them as if he wanted to say something.
To ease his nerves, MC began the conversation, "Are you excited that you could see your twin again?"
A contented smiles passed Beel's face at MC's words, "Yeah... It really means a lot to me- to us. That you are doing this. That you are bringing our family back together."
MC smiled back. Beel's words warmed MC's heart and made the chills raking their body stop for just a moment, "It's the least I can do."
As MC finishes speaking, Mammon's voice yells over the wind to the group, "We're here."
Beel jogs up to the front of the group next to Mammon. The two begin to open the ornate stone doors leading into the mausoleum. Once the doors are pulled back, light floods their eyes blinding them for a second as they gaze into the cavernous tomb.
Mammon stands in the doorway puffing his chest and looking around to his brothers before he begins to speak once again.
"Asmo, Satan," He points to the pair, "You two go to the left and search for Cerebrus." He then gestures to the other two brothers and himself, "Levi, Beel, and I will go to the right." Mammon then turns his gaze from his brothers to MC, that sullen expression taking over his face once again. He walks up to them, gently placing his hand on their shoulders.
"You go dead center. Don't look back. Don't stop. No matter what you hear. You run to that book." As MC stared into his eyes they could see tears begin to prick the corners before he turned away saying, "Everyone got it?"
A resounding yes was heard and the group made their way in. They walked down a set of grand stone stairs.
MC stopped on the last stair as all the brothers looked at them. Asmo walked up to them grabbing their hands and speaking to them, "You wait here until you can't see us anymore. Then you start running." He looked into their eyes as he bent down and laid a gentle kiss on their hands.
All the Brothers looked at MC with sad eyes. Slowly they went up to them one at a time giving hugs and words of encouragement.
After all of their hugs were given, they split up and began to walk in different directions. MC stood and watched the brothers slowly disappear from their view until they were alone.
They stepped down gently taking a deep breath, before they began to sprint straight ahead.
As they ran, they could hear the pitter patter of soft feet to their left. The sound was then followed by a shout, "Over here, Cerebrus!" The voice sounded like Satan in the distance.
MC kept running as resounding shouts began to surround them on both sides. Mammon, Levi, Beel, Asmo, and Satan were all heard. Their voices seemed to echo off the walls and it became indistinguishable which side they were coming from.
After 5 minutes their legs began to burn as a statue came into view. They slowed before taking a breath and staring at the beautiful figure.
The towering statue was a young woman. Her face was solemn as her wings spread out from her back as if they were sheltering her. Her head was bent down and he hands were extended, almost as if she was giving an offering. In her hands, sat a black book.
"This must be the Grimoire everyone talked about." Their voice echoed in the mass of sound.
MC stepped closer inspecting the book. The black cover was made out of leather that had begun to crack. While the pages were thick and beginning to yellow creating a stark contrast of color.
They reached out their hands grabbing the book before looking around for the demon they came here to see.
The screaming that once filled the giant space stopped along with the sound of paws smacking against the floor. Everything was silent.
While waiting for something or someone to appear, MC became curious as to the books contents and began to flip through the pages.
As the pages fell open with a crinkle, the ground began to shake beneath them tearing their attention away from the Grimoire.
They looked up, before them stood Lucifer in his demon form. The ground below him was cracked and dust settled around him.
His gaze and aura is one of anger and determination as he begins to walk closer to MC.
"I see that you can't listen." His voice is steady and stern as he approaches.
MC's voice feels caught in their throat as they begin to step back to add some distance. As they did this, they shut the book and clutched it to their chest.
"I tell you to never touch this book, and yet here you are disobeying me once again." His eyes begin to flare red as MC hits the statue's hands, crawling on them to get away.
"Do you even know who I am? Do you know what you are defacing?" His expression looks crazed as his teeth become bared as he speaks.
MC finally finds their voice as they stare into his eyes, "I did this to help you. I wanted to talk about-"
"Help me!? You think this is helping me. Putting my entire family in danger just to get my attention." His voices raises to an ear piercing level as he continues, "Well now you have it!"
Silence once again overtakes the mausoleum as they stare into each other's eyes, "Oh? Now the mighty human is scared of me? It's too late for that."
Lucifer's bears his fangs and begins to reach for MC's body as they recoil deeper into the hands of the statue. They covered their face with their arms and squeeze their eyes shut bracing for impact.
Tears begin to prick the corners of their eyes and a sob shakes their body. They expect to feel an immeasurable amount of pain at the hands of one of their caretakers, but it never comes.
Slowly, MC peaks out from their curled up position to get a glimpse at the demon before them. His fangs are retracted and his demon form is gone as he stares wide eyed at the human.
They stare at him in the eyes as tears roll down their cheeks in droves.
"Oh no. No, no, no, no, no. Please no, don't cry, I hate it when you cry." They watched as one of the most powerful demons in all of the Devildom, the very demon that was about to rip them to shreds mere seconds ago, gently pulls them into his chest. He wraps his arms around their midsection like he had done before. He cradled their body delicately in his arms as if he was holding a glass sculpture.
MC listens to his heart beat thump erratically against one ear as he whispers in the other, "I never should have said that. I shouldn't have lashed out at you." He pauses, and MC can hear his heart's pace slow.
"I am just, so worried about Belphie. There is so much I still need to do to fix that problem. I thought, you were just going to make things worse."
He pulls them closer to his chest and MC feels hot tears fall onto their head, "How stupid am I, to let my rage overtake me and almost risk losing you as well."
MC's tears have slowed, but at his words, another river of them begins to trickle out. The two continue to cry in each other's arms for hours as they try to not only fix the problem, but work out their emotions.
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Lena's wardrobe planning must be a nightmare. Every day she has to account for the fact that this might finally be the day she and Kara fuck in a semi-public space
*EDIT: now on ao3 for your thirsty convenience*
âTell me again what this articleâs about?â
She asks it innocently, as if she genuinely canât remember. As if she hadnât spent an extra 40 minutes this morning dripping in a towel in the middle of her walk-in closet, determined to select the perfect outfit for this very conversation.
The way Karaâs eyes are glued to the exposed lines of her clavicle as she sits down tells her the extra deliberation was entirely worth it.
âItâs just a puff piece,â Kara says offhandedly, taking a seat on the far side of Lenaâs desk. Or at least, she tries to take a seat but misses the chair entirely, pitching forward and almost taking half the contents of Lenaâs desk with her. Itâs only her superspeed that saves Lenaâs water jug from its collision course with the ground and Kara rights it with sweaty fingers that leave faint smudges on the glass, blushing.
âAre you alright, darling?â Lena asks gently, biting her lip to keep from smirking as Kara, redder than a fire hydrant, finally takes her seat.
âFine,â the blonde manages, only a little strangled. âSorry. Justâ misjudged the, you know. Chair.â
âDistracted?â Lena asks coyly, voice dipping a smooth half-octave lower as she arches an eyebrow.
She watches in barely restrained delight as Karaâs throat works. âNo,â the blonde manages after a moment. âJustâ busy. Articles, deadlines. You know how it is.â She seems to have regained her footing now, smoothing her hands over her slacks before reaching into her purse for a pad and pen. âThe articleâs another clickbait piece, basically. Dress for success: the wardrobes of women in power. Andreaâs making me write it.â
Karaâs voice drips with so much disgust that Lena purses her lips in sympathy. âIâm sorry, Kara. If thereâs anything I can doââ
âDonât be silly,â Kara says instantly, face breaking into a shy smile. âIt means I get to spend the afternoon with you. And your wardrobe has always been veryââ she breaks off, hand gesturing in the air between them as though she might be able to pluck the right word out of the ether. ââimpressive,â she finishes with a small swallow, eyes delicately averted from the expanse of creamy skin on display before her.
âYou think so?â
âOf course,â Kara says quickly. Her still floundering hand drifts back and forth in the air as if to encompass Lenaâs general existence. âIâd ask if you dressed up specially for this interview, but honestly you always look like that.â
âLike that?â Lena repeats, a teasing lilt to her tone. She leans back in her office chair, smoothing imaginary wrinkles from her dress. This piece, a deep red off-the-shoulder dress with a V-shaped neckline plunging just enough to be borderline workplace inappropriate, had cost more than a small car and been custom-made and shipped to her from an upscale boutique in Paris. Looking now at Karaâs wide eyes and pink cheeks, every last cent of import tax feels absolutely worth it. âLike what, exactly?â
Karaâs jaw snaps shut with an audible click and she stares down at the pad in her hands with such intensity that Lena absently wonders if the offending paper is about to be laser-visioned.
âShall we start with the questions, then?â Kara says quickly, clicking her ballpoint pen with enough force that it shatters the entire casing. She stares forlornly down at the plastic shards in her palm until Lena clears her throat, passing another pen to the blonde with a wordless smile.
Kara removes the lid from the offered pen with the delicacy and focus of someone disarming a bomb. âI hope you donât find this insulting,â she says as she turns to a fresh page, finally meeting Lenaâs eyes again. âI mean, youâre one of the greatest minds in the country and Iâm here to ask you about your clothes.â
âNot at all. Wardrobe planning is an extremely involved affair,â Lena deadpans, tilting her head to one side and relishing the way Karaâs eyes skate the cut of her jaw. âQuantum mechanics is nothing compared to the challenge of pairing the right shirt with the right jacket.â
âRight,â Kara says absently, her gaze fixed on the regal column of Lenaâs bare throat. Sheâd foregone a necklace this morning and pulled her still-curly hair up into a soft bun for this exact purpose; knowing that her natural waves were Karaâs favourite, but knowing too that a dress like this deserved to be unencumbered by loose hair or jewellery to really reach its full potential.
âSo, um,â Kara starts before swallowing hard, reaching for the glass of water waiting for her on the desk and downing its contents in one swift gulp. âWhatâs your, um, selection process? How would you describe your wardrobe requirements?â
One corner of Lenaâs mouth tugs upwards. âAs a woman in a male-dominated world, Iâve learned to use my wardrobe as a tool. My clothing has to be professional without appearing intimidating, project confidence without audacity. Visual impressions precede all other business dealings; I can tailor my wardrobe to my audience the way I would tailor a speech or a press release. When done correctly, it helps me get what I want.â
Kara is staring at her in rapt attention, eyes flicking rhythmically between Lenaâs eyes and mouth. She hasnât written a single thing on the pad in her lap.
âAnd of course, I have to be careful in the lab,â Lena continues, leaning forward to fold her hands together on the desk in front of her and squeezing her arms ever so slightly against the sides of her chest. Itâs always prudent to take advantage of oneâs strengths, and the plunging neckline of this particular outfit leaves no doubt in Lenaâs mind as to which of her assets she should be emphasising right now. âI canât wear anything that could prove dangerous.â
âDo you do that often?â Kara asks a little dazedly, gaze now focused a solid foot below Lenaâs face. âWear things that are d-dangerous?â
Lena smirks. Karaâs eyes are locked on Lenaâs chest, following its gentle rise and fall with a tangible hunger. It lights a fire in Lena. âYou tell me.â
The office falls utterly silent, the air between them leaden with tension. Karaâs eyes linger at the juncture where pale skin gives way to deep red fabric for one more aching moment before beginning a torturously slow crawl up Lenaâs chest and neck to meet her gaze once more.
The blue eyes that lock back onto hers are dark and greedy, pupils blown wide. The sight sets Lenaâs heart thud-thudding in her chest and damn the superhearing that has surely picked up on it, damn the owner of said superhearing whose lips quirk up in a barely-there smirk.
âYou know,â Kara starts, pausing as her tongue darts out to wet her lips. Lena canât stop her own eyes from dropping heavy to take in the sight and the blondeâs smirk grows another degree. âI think if Iâm going to do this piece justice, I really need to see the full picture.â
Lena can do little more than stare in silent confusion until Kara stands, dropping her pad carelessly onto the chair and rounding the desk to where Lena sits. âStand up?â she asks in a low voice, holding out a hand. âThat looks like a dress that deserves to be properly admired.â
Lena swallows hard against her suddenly dry throat, taking the proffered hand mutely and rising a little unsteadily to her feet. Kara steps closer until theyâre toe to toe and Lenaâs not even breathing as a tanned hand reaches up and gently releases her hair from its bun, letting dark curls fall freely across her bare shoulders.
But Karaâs hand doesnât return to her side once it accomplishes its mission. It tugs through the curls now tickling Lenaâs neck, the backs of her knuckles dragging lightly against Lenaâs throat until she canât restrain a shiver. It continues its wandering, sliding up the back of Lenaâs neck to bury itself fully in her hair, thumb extended to rub at the hinge of Lenaâs jaw.
âIs it?â Kara asks quietly, and Lena barely represses an honest-to-god whine at the sensation of the blondeâs breath hitting her lips.
âWhat?â she whispers, feeling Karaâs thumb shift against her skin.
âIs this outfit helping you get what you want?â
Lena swallows hard, the movement causing Karaâs thumb to slip down her neck until it trips to a stop directly over her thundering pulse. Lena takes a deep, decidedly un-calming breath, and tries with her last shred of rational thought to claw back the control of the situation she had at some point so thoroughly surrendered. âYou tell mââ
She doesnât even get the last word out before Karaâs lips are on hers, hot and insistent and perfect and fucking finally, and Lena just. Gives up. Gives up access to her mouth as soon as Karaâs tongue hits the seam of her lips, gives up trying to hold back her moans when Kara licks in warm and wet, starts sucking on her tongue.
Gives in to the desire, years in the making, to smooth her hands over Karaâs biceps, her broad muscular shoulders. Gives in to the urge to crush their bodies together, to finally feel the delicious press of the toned planes of Karaâs frame against every one of her own curves.
The hand not still buried in Lenaâs hair begins charting an exploratory path up Lenaâs side, across her ribs, and Lena is grateful for the sheerness of the skin-tight fabric that does nothing to dull the burning trail Karaâs palm is blazing against her skin.
Three things happen then in quick succession: Karaâs wandering fingers reach the underside of Lenaâs breast and the sudden contact causes her other hand to tighten its grip in Lenaâs hair, tugging sharply. Lena gasps, head falling backwards as a low groan rips from her throat at the slight sting. Karaâs mouth drops hot and wet to Lenaâs neck, lips and teeth sucking and scraping over her rocketing pulse until Lenaâs writhing against her.
âHow long have you wanted this?â Kara pants, trailing kisses across Lenaâs jaw and down the curve of her throat. âHow long could I have been doing this?â
Lenaâs eyelids flutter shut, fingers digging tight into firm shoulders as Kara sucks another mark into the skin above her collarbone. She lingers long enough that Lena knows it will bruise and in this dress, with this amount of skin on display and no way to cover it up, the thought sends a thrill through her that has her arching up into the heat of Karaâs mouth. âOh, I donât know,â she answers breathily, tugging Kara closer still. âHow long have I been dressing like this?â
Itâs Kara who moans then, reaching down to hook her hands under Lenaâs thighs and lifting her onto the desk, pressing herself tight between Lenaâs spread legs. In the back of her mind, Lena registers an inordinate rush of gratitude toward her past self for booking out three hours for this interview and issuing strict do not disturb instructions to her assistant.
âGorgeous as this dress is, itâs kind of in the way,â Kara pants, one hand sliding under the hem of the offending material to skim up Lenaâs bare thigh. âBut it looks expensive, I donât want to rip itââ
âRip it,â Lena gasps immediately, tugging Karaâs mouth desperately back to her own. Preserving an item of clothing has never been further from her mind than in this exact moment. And as sheâd said to Kara, her wardrobe had always functioned primarily as means to an end.
And what an end this was turning out to be. Â
#well this got a little away from me#thank you anon and also today's gifset of lena in that low-cut red top for inspiring this#and for helping me get over crippling writer's block#sc#minific#asks#anonymous#dings dot txt
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Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could write a story when y/n is the crazy one and kidnaps Bakugo. Tysm ! -meena
Warnings: NSFW 18+ Content. Yandere, stalking, kidnapping, cursing, mental illness, blood, abuse, drugs, etc.
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A/N: Hmm this is a different turn of events. I love it đ I hope you enjoyed anon! I went a little wild with this one.
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âDear Katsuki,
I watched you save a civilian on television today. I know itâs your job and all, but you did not have to save her. Her life is not as important as mine. Do you not cherish what we have? Am I just a nobody to you? This is my 103rd letter to you and still no response. I know your address did not change so do not give me that pathetic excuse, Katsuki Bakugo. Surely, you must remember we are soulmates. We are one. How dare you fucking forget me? I had to rip all of my posters down in a fit of rage. You know how angry that makes me, baby, but it will all be okay, because you are coming home to me. We will be one.
Sincerely,
Yours.â
You burst into a fit of giggles as you kick your bare feet back and forth on his bed. You wrote in black ink and covered the paper in orange hearts since it is the pro-heroâs favorite color. You could not help but leave precious lipstick kisses on the page. Something you always do in your love letters to Katsuki. The posters in your house are covered in them. Katsukiâs beautiful face is just so kissable. You cannot wait to do it tonight.
All you can think about is Katsuki. That is all your day consists of. Your clothing is all his merchandise and his favorite colors. You spend hours upon hours watching interviews, videos, surveillance footage of the hero. When he is out on patrol, you do your best to hide in areas so you can see the hero up close and personal. Your face just beams with joy at the mere glance of him.
You did your best to meet him several times. Any disaster there was to be had, you put on your nicest attire, do your make-up just how you think he likes, and have your hair freshly done. No better way to greet your significant other after hero work than looking like a beauty pageant queen.
Sadly, all your attempts were failures. Katsuki did not even give you the time of day. He is way too focused on beating the villains to a pulp. You did admire this about him, but your own selfish desires created hatred in you. He should be paying attention to you. Not those pesky villains.
Katsuki is sure to receive forty-five letters addressing the issue. All that he will never even skim over. This is only adding fuel to the fire.
The posters that hang in every single room in your apartment are ripped to shreds. Pools of tears covered your orbs, smudging all of your makeup. You climbed onto your black sofa, taking your left high heel and breaking the glass photo of Katsuki hanging there. Shards of glass sprinkle the couch and hardwood floor below. You don't even care for the pieces that collected into your skin. You will worry about that later.
âFuck you, Katsuki!â You sobbed, ripping his face with your teeth and spitting out the saliva covered photo onto the litter filled floor.
âPro-Hero Great Explosion Murder God Dynamite saves another civilians life yet again, taking down another member of the league of villains who was terrorizing the victim.â
The news anchorâs words fell on deaf ears as you went to the television screen. You are captivated by your significant otherâs beauty on the tv. Blood leaked from your freshly manicured hands. They are painted orange and black as always.
âOh, Katsuki,â you sighed with a smile, tracing a heart around his face with your leaking blood, âwe will be together soon. I promise, baby. Iâll take you away from this sick, cruel world so we can live happily ever after.â
You were serious that day. You planned it on your calendar. The countdown began on the night you are going to be one with Katsuki. A day you knew you both looked forward to.
âDear Katsuki,
Did you miss me? I know I missed you. I even stamped this letter in my blood so you can have my DNA to mix with yours. I canât wait to procreate with you. We will make such wonderful babies, donât ya think? They will be so beautiful like you. I will be such an excellent mother. No woman can be a great wife to you like I can. Do you understand me?â
You had to pause writing as your blood started to boil at the thought. Your pen is already creating a huge ink spot from the anger consuming your hands. Small growls escaped your parted lips as you began to growl.
âIf I canât have you, no one can, Katsuki Bakugo. I am your one true love. You're one and only. And Iâll make sure that day comes. Just a few more days, baby, and we will be one.
Sincerely,
Yours.â
The day finally came. You knew Katsukiâs schedule by heart. You loved watching him do his morning routines with the security cameras you placed in his home. The poor male never even thought to check. Such a mistake on his part. It only confirmed he needed protection from the world. Only you can provide that. Sure, you may be quirkless, but no one knows Katsuki like you do. No one can love him like you. He knows this. He has to.
You drew a luke-warm bubble bath with nice lit candles, rose pedals, a few drops of your blood, and some freshly made desserts for you both to enjoy while you catch up. You are even so kind enough to fetch him a beer or two so he can relax. You know how he enjoys his alcoholic beverages after a long day of hero work.
You rested on his bed. The natural caramel scent engulfed your nostrils as you wrote letters into your notebook once more. Even when you two are officially together forever, you still love to write out your thoughts. You know he enjoys them as well.
Hours upon hours passed. Frustration arose overtime. You did not want to be angry with your spouse, but he knows better than to be home late on your special day. You have almost filled up your notepad with phrases upon phrases of âI love youâsâ and sweet nothings. Along with other things.
You tapped your bandages covered foot on the ground as you began to pace. âWhat is taking him so long?â You huffed aloud, growing more impatient by each passing second. The bath is beginning to become cold and that is just rude in your opinion. You decided to write out your emotions.
âDear Katsuki,
What the fuck is taking you so long, huh? Itâs so fucking aggervating and just plain rude. I have done so much for you only to toss me to the side like Iâm nothing. Are you cheating on me? I do not tolerate disrespect, Katsuki Bakugo. You are going to make me mean and you know I hate being mean to you. You just make me jealous, baby. You know how you do that to me. Make me feel all types of emotion I canât seem to understand, but one thing is for certain is that you and I will be together.
Sincerely,â
You did not even get to finish your final entry as you hear the front door downstairs unlock. Scrambling to put the diary away, you gather the necessary items from under the bed and wait for the perfect moment to strike. Katsukiâs natural loud ways was helping you locate his every move without even having to look at security footage.
All you have to do is be patient.
Katsuki sat on the couch, propping his sock-covered feet onto the glass coffee table and turning on the television. You allowed him some moments to get settled before gently tip-toeing down the stairs, rope, duct tape, and a blunt object ready in hand.
Just as Katsuki turned to acknowledge your presence, the crowbar hit his head, knocking him unconscious. You quickly attend to his wound â not without dropping some droplets of blood into his â so it does not get offended. You cannot have your husband getting an infection.
You tie up his hands and legs, duct tape his mouth after delivering kisses to his perfectly plump lips, and drag him to the kitchen. You did not realize how much your lover really weighed. Too much time was wasted dragging him to the fridge than preferred, but it will all be worth it in the end. You know it will be.
Katsuki did not wake up until the next day. You stayed by his side the whole time, telling him about your day and how much you have planned for you two. Of course, he needs to build his trust with you. You love a very intelligent man and the last thing you need is for him to be against you.
Slowly opening his crimson eyes, his attention is brought to a grinning you. Katsuki immediately attempts to escape the captivity he is in, but it is no use. You just had to buy special rope that cancels quirks.
âStruggle all you want, Katsuki-poo. There is no escaping me.â You chuckled, loving the way he squirmed and furrowed his eyebrows at you. All of his curses are mumbled by the tape which is probably the best considering you did not want to be insulted right now.
âWhen you calm down, Iâll take off the tape.â You bargained, shrugging nonchalantly as you kneel in front of the man. Did this calm him down? No. You know it wouldnât regardless. You know Katsuki better than he knows himself yet you already want to push his buttons. The way he gets so angry turns you on and you canât just help yourself but want more.
After a couple of hours of Katsuki complaining and you writing even more in your diary, he decided to calm down. This made you happy. You wanted to hear his beautiful gruff voice.
Grabbing the corner of the tape, you rip it off. Katsuki is already barking insults. âAre you fucking insane? Who the hell even are you? This isnât going to end well with you, you psycho bitââ
A hard slap to his face interrupted Katsukiâs spill. Along with the duct tape you placed back on his mouth. âSuch a meanie,â you pout, âand here I was about to be so nice to you.â
This cycle repeated itself for three days. You never left his side once. How could you? He is obviously in distress. He needs you by his side. He cannot do anything without you. Especially with his hands tied behind his muscular back. Katsuki finally decided that playing the game is the only way to win it.
You ripped the tape off once again. Katsuki did not even speak this time. âDid you learn your lesson?â You quizzed with an arched brow. âYâknow being a meanie is not going to get you anywhere, Katsukikins.â
âWhy are you doing this?â Katsuki inquired, his gruff voice sounding so weak and hollow. You almost felt bad.
âYouâre so silly, Suki. Câmon,â you brought your lips close to his, âgimme a kiss.â
Reluctantly, Katsuki did as instructed. Considering you are straddling his lap and his powers are useless, he has no choice in the matter. You loved the compliance.
âGood boy.â You praised, ruffling his messy blonde hair. Katsuki glared at you. âWill you be good and eat some food for me?â
âI donât want your stupid ass food.â Katsuki growled, laying his head against the bottom freezer of his fridge.
âNonsense, Suki.â You giggled, feeling extremely joyful to be with Katsuki. You bring a spoon of Miso soup up to his closed lips, âhave some. I blew on it so itâs not too hot.â
âGet that trash away from me, you idiotââ Katsuki was interrupted by a spoon entering his mouth. Though he would hate to admit this, the soup tasted delicious and he is quite hungry. He put up a fight, but allowed you to feed him properly until every drop was gone. Unfortunately, Katsuki is unaware that the soup is drugged until itâs too late.
His body began to feel numb. He did not even have the strength to ask questions as his eyes became drowsy. Soon, he is slumped over, sound asleep as you manage to drag him up the stairs and into your shared bed.
Planting kisses all over structures, you tuck him in and finish some late night entries in your diary. Skimming through them all and reflecting on how you got here now, it made you smile. Progress has been made and will continue to do so.
Signing off on the final page, you write:
âDear Katsuki,
These past three days have been exhilarating. I see it in your terrified eyes how happy you are that I am here. I know how much you missed me. I missed you, too, baby. We will continue to grow and soon, we will have children. I even have my menstrual cycle all planned out. I am all yours and youâre all mine. Canât you see, baby doll? We are forever meant to be.
Sincerely,
Yours.â
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Chaos and Control
Anonymous requested:Â I have a request! The reader is part of the Avengers team, but is more on the technology side and babysitter if need be; like when Steve Rodgers at the end of the first Captain American movie. But the reader is in charge of babysitting Loki and Loki canât help but be intrigued by the reader. Loki ends up kidnapping the reader when escaping from the Avengers and somehow protects the reader throughout the events of NY!
Anonymous requested:Â Hello, just found your page and I have a request if it hasnât already been done yet. But Loki meeting his significant other for the first time and trying his hardest to stay away, but the readers niceness has a warmth that Loki canât deny no matter how hard he tries.
I hope this first anon doesnât mind if I tweaked the prompt a bit! Instead of kidnapping the reader, Loki just runs into them in NYC. It should still work :D
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Lokiâs eyes glinted.
âYou seem to have held back all your life. Allowed yourself to be controlled under guise of following orders.â Loki stands up a little taller, reminding you of just how small you are to him. â...Donât you ever just want to let go?â
âI donât have that luxury,â you respond, watching Loki from the other side of the glass. He sits in his prison, much more confident than he probably should be. âItâs not that simple.â
âMy life greatly improved when I realized it is.â Loki tells you.
âYou turned your back on a whole kingdom.â you say, knitting your eyebrows. Loki clenches his fists- a movement you would have missed if youâd blinked.Â
âThey turned theirs on me first.â he retorts. You see something change in him- a flicker in his eyes.
Sadness.
Without thinking, your press a hand up to the cool glass that divides the two of you. Itâs silly, stupid even- Loki is probably going to rip you to shreds, make fun of you to no end.
But he doesnât. In fact, the god stands up, almost like heâs going to walk over to you and place his own hand against yours.
Fury barks your name from behind you. Giving Loki one last glance, you walk away.Â
~
Loki has been in custody for three days. With Natasha having blown her facade with him to get information, itâs your job to watch him.
Thor insisted Loki be allowed nourishment, so you give him meals as well. You slip his meals into his cell through the small window.
Loki never eats unless you do too. Itâs always silent, and one of you is always watching the other.Â
You tape little notes under the plates to give to Loki. They donât even say anything. Theyâre just doodles, of flowers or clouds or whatever else you thought of.
If Loki notices, he doesnât mention it.
~
Youâre not blind to the eyes of the Avengers or other S.H.I.E.L.D agents on you. Youâre used to it, it comes as no concern.
But maybe it should.
âItâs not innocent, little one.â Loki says as the man who debriefed you leaves. You glance at him, and Loki is as close to your side of the glass as heâs ever been.Â
âWhatâs not innocent?â you question him, training and information extraction skills at the ready. Loki may distract you, but not entirely. You still have a purpose here.Â
âThe stares.â he answers, like itâs perfectly clear. Like youâre a fool for not knowing. âItâs not because youâre new, or stronger, or faster. Itâs because youâre different. You kind doesnât like that.â he quiets down. âNeither did mine.â
You take a step closer- if there was no barrier between you and Loki, you two would be able to touch.
âYou donât know me.â you say, but itâs not a threat. You donât declare it as a triumph. You just... state a fact. Not a good or bad one.Â
Loki blinks, then turns away.
No, he thinks. Not yet.
~
When Loki makes his escape, itâs a grandiose event. There are explosions everywhere, the Hulk has been unleashed, and youâre still having to break up fights between Steve Rogers and the Ironman himself.
Youâre sent after Loki, running after him and dodging every stray bullet, flame, and pieces rubble thatâs sent your way.Â
Heâs in a jet of some sorts, one that he probably canât fly by himself and will crash if he tries. The door is open, an empty seat next to him. Loki says nothing, but just like yours, his attention is drawn to the passenger seat.Â
Almost like he was asking you to join.
The engine stalls and makes noises it shouldnât, but itâs somewhat up in the air and leaving the helicarrier before you can react.
Before you can make a choice.
The blast sends you flying backwards, hitting your head. The last thing you see is Loki flying away. In the back of your mind, you wonder if this is an omen.
In the back of your mind, youâre almost glad he escapes.
~
Itâs New York, but itâs different.Â
The city was never boring, least of all right now.Â
The Chitauri are everywhere, and so are the civilians theyâre attacking. Every abandoned shoe, doll, backpack makes your heart heavy. You hope they were simply dropped, as opposed to...
As opposed to...
You didnât want to think of the other possibility.Â
The rest of the Avengers are headed towards the epicenter of destruction, hoping to find Loki.
You think back to your days spent with him. You listened to what he had said. Youâd seen the looks of scorn he gave Thor.Â
Thor stole glory from Loki, banished his younger to the sidelines.
Thatâs where you figure heâll be now.Â
New York is a huge city, with lots of alleys to hide in. You canât possibly look down them all.
And yet, youâre determined to try. No one else, not even Loki, had to get hurt.Â
Heâs waiting for you, on the outskirts of the city. You hit his armored chest as you round a corner, bouncing back far enough to look at him.
Lokiâs form makes your heart skip a beat.
Heâs godly, now, that much is sure. His helmet is tall, reflecting the sun, and his scepter emanates power. Lokiâs robes are adorned with gold, and the brilliant green shows every curve of his muscled self.Â
This doesnât seem like the same battered Loki you met in the S.H.I.E.L.D compound. This was a lethal man, capable of being terrible.
But also of being kind.
Loki wordlessly walks towards you, taking advantage of your shell-shocked self. He looks forlorn, reaching up and running his thumb over the stitches on your forehead.
Stitches from his escape. You flinch when he touches them.
âNot you.â he murmurs. âI didnât want to hurt you.â
Loki is tangible now, and with no glass to separate the two of you, you reach out. Your hand finds its way under layers of metal and leather and cloth until it rests on Lokiâs bare chest, just over his heart.
It beats steady under your hand, but faster than you would have thought. As if your touch excited Loki.
You stare at each other, until Loki closes his eyes, muttering a chant under his breath. In an instant, the gash on your forehead is healed, leaving you feel more alert in its wake.
âThank you.â you whisper, the first words youâve ever spoken that are meant for Loki and Loki alone. Thereâs no one to hear them, no supervisors or agents.Â
Just you.
He gives you a sad smile, pulling away. He begins to leave, cape trailing behind him.
âWait.â you call out. âYou can stop this.â
Loki turns back, still looking kind and kingly. Your breath catches in your throat.
âNo.â he says sadly. âI donât think I can.â
âI know this isnât what you want.â you say, you beg. This isnât Loki, this was a front. Why wouldnât he save himself?
âIâm glad someone could see that.â Loki muses. He looks over your shoulder at the impending chaos behind you. His face crumples, like it pains him to see it all. âJust... wait for me. When this is all over, all said and done.â
You arenât given a chance to respond before Loki disappears into thin air.
But then, you donât think you have to. Loki knows.
He doesnât know your mind yet, but he knows your heart. Youâll wait for anyone who needs you.Â
Especially him.Â
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The Weather In PJO (brought to you by gods and demigods)
*alternating colors for ease of reading
**page numbers look weird because they're copied/pasted from ebooks
âOverhead, a huge storm was brewing, with clouds blacker than Iâd ever seen over the city. I figured maybe it was global warming or something, because the weather all across New York state had been weird since Christmas. Weâd had massive snow storms, flooding, wildfires from lightning strikes. I wouldnât have been surprised if this was a hurricane blowing in.â - TLT pg 33
âOne night, a thunderstorm blew out the windows in my dorm room. A few days later, the biggest tornado ever spotted in the Hudson Valley touched down only fifty miles from Yancy Academy. One of the current events we studied in social studies class was the unusual number of small planes that had gone down in sudden squalls in the Atlantic that year.â - TLT pg 65
âOutside, it really was storming, the kind of storm that cracks trees and blows down houses. There was no horse or eagle on the beach, just lightning making false daylight, and twenty-foot waves pounding the dunes like artillery. [...] Long Island never sees hurricanes this early in the summer. But the ocean seemed to have forgotten.â - TLT pg 156
âThere was a blinding flash, a jaw-rattling boom!, and our car exploded.â - TLT pg 176
âI was still in bed in cabin three. My body told me it was morning, but it was dark outside, and thunder rolled across the hills. A storm was brewing. I hadnât dreamed that.â - TLT pg 491
âIt started to rain. Volleyball players stopped their game and stared in stunned silence at the sky.
I had brought this storm to Half-Blood Hill. Zeus was punishing the whole camp because of me.â - TLT pg 520
âBOOOOOM!
The windows of the bus exploded as the passengers ran for cover. Lightning shredded a huge crater in the roof, but an angry wail from inside told me Mrs. Dodds was not yet dead.â - TLT pg 629
âThe weather had completely changed. It was stormy, with heat lightning flashing out in the desert.â - TLT pg 988
âIn the distance, Los Angeles was on fire, plumes of smoke rising from neighborhoods all over the city. There had been an earthquake, all right, and it was Hadesâs fault.â - TLT pg 1191
âI was standing on a deserted street in some little beach town. It was the middle of the night. A storm was blowing. Wind and rain ripped at the palm trees along the sidewalk. Pink and yellow stucco buildings lined the street, their windows boarded up. A block away, past a line of hibiscus bushes, the ocean churned.â - SOM pg 10
âAfter a few more minutes, the dark splotches ahead of us came into focus. To the north, a huge mass of rock rose out of the sea-an island with cliffs at least a hundred feet tall. About half a mile south of that, the other patch of darkness was a storm brewing. The sky and sea boiled together in a roaring mass.â - SOM pg 598
âA storm raged that night, but it parted around Camp Half-Blood as storms usually did. Lightning flashed against the horizon, waves pounded the shore, but not a drop fell in our valley. We were protected again, thanks to the Fleece, sealed inside our magical borders.â - SOM pg 1045
âSleet and snow pounded the highway. Annabeth, Thalia, and I hadnât seen each other in months, but between the blizzard and the thought of what we were about to do, we were too nervous to talk much.â - TTC pg 11
âOld spirits are protecting the bad boat.â
âThe Princess Andromeda?â I said. âLukeâs boat?â
âYes. They make it hard to find. Protect it from Daddyâs storms. Otherwise he would smash it.â - TTC pg 210
âClouds seemed to be swirling around its peak, as though the mountain was drawing them in, spinning them like a top. âWhatâs going on up there? A storm?â
ZoĂŤ didnât answer. I got the feeling she knew exactly what the clouds meant, and she didnât like it.â - TTC pg 751
âI will do my best to destroy his boat with storms, but he is making alliances with my enemies, the older spirits of the ocean. They will fight to protect him.â - TTC pg 886
âWe were standing at the dining pavilion, just where weâd last spoken before I went on the quest. The wind was bitter cold, even with the campâs magical weather protection. Snow fell lightly against the marble steps. I figured outside the camp borders, there must be a blizzard happening.â- TTC pg 915
âThe wind whipped cold off the bay. In the south, San Francisco gleamed all white and beautiful, but in the north, over Mount Tamalpais, huge storm clouds swirled. The whole sky seemed like a black top spinning from the mountain where Atlas was imprisoned, and where the Titan palace of Mount Othrys was rising anew. It was hard to believe the tourists couldnât see the supernatural storm brewing, but they didnât give any hint that anything was wrong.
âItâs even worse,â Annabeth said, gazing to the north. âThe storms have been bad all year, but thatââ - BOTL pg 359
âI had no choice. I called to the sea. I reached inside myself and remembered the waves and the currents, the endless power of the ocean. And I let it loose in one horrible scream.
Afterward, I could never describe what happened. An explosion, a tidal wave, a whirlwind of power simultaneously catching me up and blasting me downward into the lava. Fire and water collided, superheated steam, and I shot upward from the heart of the volcano in a huge explosion, just one piece of flotsam thrown free by a million pounds of pressure. The last thing I remember before losing consciousness was flying, flying so high Zeus would never have forgiven me, and then beginning to fall, smoke and fire and water streaming from me. I was a comet hurtling toward the earth.â - BOTL pg 618/619
âMrs. OâLeary howled. I patted her head, trying to comfort her as best I could. The earth rumbledâan earthquake that could probably be felt in every major city across the countryâas the ancient Labyrinth collapsed. Somewhere, I hoped, the remains of the Titanâs strike force had been buried.â - BOTL pg 1005
âI remembered what Tyson had told me at the beginning of the summer. âThe old sea gods?â
âIndeed. The battle came first to me, Percy. In fact, I cannot stay long. Even now the ocean is at war with itself. It is all I can do to keep hurricanes and typhoons from destroying your surface world, the fighting is so intense.â - BOTL pg 1066
âThen the entire sea grew dark in front of us, like an inky storm was rolling in. Thunder crackled, which should've been impossible underwater. A huge icy presence was approaching. I sensed a wave of fear roll through the armies below us.â - TLO pg 153
âI saw a bank of storm clouds rolling across the Midwest plains. Lightning flickered. Lines of tornadoes destroyed everything in their pathâ ripping up houses and trailers, tossing cars around like Matchbox toys. âMonumental floods," an announcer was saying. "Five states declared disaster areas as the freak storm system sweeps east, continuing its path of destruction." The cameras zoomed in on a column of storm bearing down on some Midwest city. I couldn't tell which one. Inside the storm I could see the giantâjust small glimpses of his true form: a smoky arm, a dark clawed hand the size of a city block. His angry roar rolled across the plains like a nuclear blast.â - TLO pg 216-218
âOver the city, a thunderstorm boiledâa wall of absolute black with lightning streaking across the sky. A few blocks away, swarms of emergency vehicles gathered with their lights flashing. A column of dust rose from a mound of rubble, which I realized was a collapsed skyscraper. [...] Wind whipped her hair. The temperature was dropping rapidly, like ten degrees just since I'd been standing there.â - TLO pg 468-470
âShe faltered as a mighty groan cut through the sky. A blast of lightning hit the center of the darkness. The entire city shook. The air glowed, and every hair on my body stood up. The blast was so powerful I knew it could only be one thing: Zeus's master bolt. It should have vaporized its target, but the dark cloud only staggered backward. A smoky fist appeared out of the clouds. It smashed another tower, and the whole thing collapsed like children's blocks.
The reporter screamed. People ran through the streets. Emergency lights flashed.â - TLO pg 470-471
âListen to me!" I said. "Kronos's army is invading Manhattan.'"
"Don't you think we know that?" East asked. "I can feel his boats right now. They're almost across."
"Yep," Hudson agreed. "I got some filthy monsters crossing my waters too."
"So stop them," I said. "Drown them. Sink their boats."
"Why should we?" Hudson grumbled. "So they invade Olympus. What do we care?"
"Because I can pay you.â - TLO pg 654
âWater sprayed his face, stinging his eyes. The wind picked up, and Hyperion staggered backward.
"Percy!" Grover called in amazement. "How are you doing that?"
Doing what? I thought.
Then I looked down, and I realized I was standing in the middle of my own personal hurricane. Clouds of water vapor swirled around me, winds so powerful they buffeted Hyperion and flattened the grass in a twenty-yard radius. Enemy warriors threw javelins at me, but the storm knocked them aside.
"Sweet," I muttered. "But a little more!"
Lightning flickered around me. The clouds darkened and the rain swirled faster. I closed in on Hyperion and blew him off his feet.â - TLO pg 903-904
#pjo#riordanverse#percy jackson and the olympians#percy jackson series#percy jackson#percy is like 'i will pay you to drown these kids who want to live better lives'#percy is like 'look i blew up most of them and i'll crush the skulls of the rest but you need to drown some for me'#poseidon is out here like 'these powerful old gods are fighting me but i'm going to fight harder you know to keep the mortals safe'#poseidon be like 'i have never drowned anyone in my life'#poseidon: unless you're into that son. then i've drowned a lot of people. and you can too.#i love my evil callous son percy jackson#go kill everyone darling as a treat#dark percy is canon you guys are just cowards with selective reading skills#also nico made a blizzard outside of camp half-blood and made it snow inside of chb#that's pretty impressive since only zeus has made weather inside of cbh borders#zeus fighting typhon like 'i am going to level this fucking city'#calling it kronos army really is such a clean and sterile way of referring to it#all of the hundreds of demigods that wanted better lives#who are willing to die for better lives and who do die#mainly by percy's hands#nevermind monsters who used to be demigods or were unfortunately born that way#no souls. constantly craving eating the things that want to kill them.#going through torture until they die and wind up in hell then crawl out of hell for it to start all over again#forever. there's no end to this. they didn't ask to be monsters. the gods are responsible for a lot of them. all of them.#the complete and utter disregard of mortal lives by the olympian side#at least with mount orthys the mortals had no idea there were storms#zeus threw a bitch fit that lasted for six months and killed thousands of people#but yeah the olympians are the good guys#it really is the story of a villain told from the winner's side
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forbidden fruit | lee felix
synopsis:Â you were told to stay away by your parents and the rest of society, but that was nearly impossible when he just looks so goddamn irresistible.
genre: enemies to lovers!au, gang!au, college!au, angst, fluff
pairing: rich!reader x gangster!felix
word count: 15.9kÂ
warnings:Â slight violence, explicit language, mentions kidnapping
a/n: iâve been thinking about writing a longer fic for quite some time now and i think i went a bit overboard on this one, but i hope you guys enjoy in nevertheless ! also special thanks to @crscendoforsungâ, mwah soro !Â
one.Â
If there was one thing that your parents warned you about, it was to stay away from Stray Kids, also known as the most prominent and dangerous gang in the city. This warning was drilled into your head ever since you were a young child, as you were told two things, to stay away from the south side of town and to never associate with known members of this gang. They were two simple rules to follow, and for the past nineteen years of your life, those were two simple rules to follow. And up until last year, you were proud to say that you have never seen or associated with one of those things. But that all changed in your senior year of high school. A new mayor was recently elected to govern the city and insisted on fixing the abnormal disparity between the extremely wealthy and the extremely poor, while this mostly included building new luxury apartment complexes and stores in the less fortunate side of town. However, there was one policy that enraged your parents and the rest of those on the privileged side of townâthat the next school year, the mayor was taking eight students from the other side of town and having them enroll in your prestigious school system for the remainder of their educational journey.Â
No amount of protesting or defiance from your parents or the rest of the community could possibly persuade the mayor to change his mind, and just like that it was done, your entire world would be forever changed.Â
It was your first semester at college, and on top of that, it was also the first semester of for the new students to be admitted onto your side of town. That day was vividly etched in your memory, your parents helping you pack your bags into the car, hugging you goodbye and giving you a final reminder to not cause any trouble while youâre there. They didnât need to say it, but you knew that the words were on the tip of their tongue. The essence of that phrase surrounded you and practically swallowed you, it was in the way they squeezed just a little too tightly or the way their gaze lingered on you a little too long as the car finally pulled out of the driveway and you waved goodbye.Â
This was your promise to them, and the only promise that you needed to keepâno matter the circumstances, you were not allowed to associate or be near any of those gang members.Â
However, you had to admit that there was some alluring about them. They were the talk of the entire campus, even among the freshmen class, the campus was alive with their arrival. Of course, they stood out from every other student on campus, and when they were walking it was the parting of the Red Sea, every other student making space (either out of fear or shock) to allow them to pass through. Dressed in all black, hoods on and masks covering their entire face except their eyesâthey were the epitome of a notorious gang. Even though they passed by you for only a second, they had already piqued your interest, but you had made a promise and you were not willing to let some scum destroy everything that you and your parents have worked so hard for. You were determined and nothing was going to stand in your way, after going through twelve years of schooling and enduring the countless tutors and towers of textbooks, you worked your ass to get to where you are today. And you would be damned if you allowed a few lowlifes to stand in your way, after all, no matter how educated they become they wouldnât be able to change the fact that they were nothing but garbage from the other side of townâin the end, they would never be able to change who they truly are.
That incident was only a small one in comparison to the many that happened that day. You had almost forgotten to remind yourself that it was also your first day of college as well, and soon the memory of early this morning was soon forgotten in the sea of other memories and experiences that happened the rest of that morning. The orientation was brief, the deanâs speech ending with a round of applause as the entire freshman class was soon released to go to classes and begin to adjust to the campus lifestyle. It was kind of stuffy and crowded inside the auditorium and you were glad that all the boring formalities were over and done with, finally you were able to go to your classes and escape the large mass of people. You stood from the velour red chair and your way outside, where the sunlight and the fresh air felt good against your skin after spending nearly two hours in the dark auditorium.Â
It was only when you made eye contact with one of them, did your heart really snap out of your dazed state. Your eyes were not fully adjusted to the bright sunlight and for a moment you could have been mistaken about who or what you could have seen, but you soon realized that there was no mistaking the all black clothes that he adorned or his slightly dyed strawberry blond hair. He was standing furthest from the group of three other boys that were also dressed from head-to-toe in the dark color, and while you could have chosen to make eye contact with any of the four boys, he stood out to you the most. And there it was again, this feeling of intrigueâattraction, as he stood less than seven feet away from you.Â
The two of you couldnât have been staring at each other for more than a few seconds, when one of his friends slapped on the head, calling out his name and making a joke that you couldnât really make out from where you were standing. Just like that, the spell was broken and as you glanced at your phone for the time, you realized that you were running late for class. You watched as his friends bid him goodbye before walking off in the opposite direction, and before you could believe that everything that happened in the past few seconds was just a dream, his warm brown eyes once again made eye contact with your own [E/C] eyes. Clearing your throat, you whipped your head around and immediately began walking away from the mysterious boy and towards your first class of the day, the object that was supposed to capture more of your attention compared to this insignificant delinquent. And while it was possible to convince yourself that the awkward encounter that just took place between you and that strawberry blond boy was nothing out of the ordinary, the reddening of your cheeks definitely told a different story.
It had only been a few minutes since you arrived in the lecture hall, while you were not the first one to enter, you certainly werenât late which was honestly all that mattered to you. Taking out your phone, you decided to scroll through some of your social media pages in order to pass the time, and you were barely a minute into your Instagram feed when you felt a presence sit down next to you. Glancing up from your screen, you were met with a wall of black clothing. Upon a closer inspection, you could see that he was wearing a black leather jacket, a white cotton t-shirt, black jeans, and a black mask covering half of his face. His skin was pale, but had an entire galaxy of freckles that decorated his nose and cheeks, and his eyes were a warm shade of espresso brown.Â
âExcuse me?âÂ
Sparing you only a glance, he pulled out his phone and tapped the screen, before pulling out one of his airpods before looking at you again, only then did you have his full attention. There was honestly no way to approach this without sounding rude, but you had no other choice, and honestly he happened to be quite fortunate that it was you giving him this lecture instead of other students, who wouldnât hesitate to rip him to shreds compared to you who was doing your best to try at least be semi-polite and give him some useful advice in order to survive in this new world.Â
âThere are tons of seats in this hall and I was wondering if you could maybe not sit next to me? Considering that we donât know each other and how much I enjoy my personal space and I would appreciate it if you could maybe move a couple chairs down or maybe a whole another rowââ your polite speech was interrupted by his low but hearty laugh, as he removed his face mask to reveal his plump pink lips.
âSo let me get this straight, you want me to move my seat since you believe, and I quote, âam violating your personal spaceâ?â he paused, cocking one of his eyebrows with a smirk sitting on his lips, âsweetheart, if it bothers you that much, how about you get up and move yourself?âÂ
You were absolutely flabbergasted to say the least, and couldnât believe that someone like him had the audacity to even suggest something like that to someone like you. His attention had refocused back on the device in front of him, and it was clear that by his demeanor that he wasnât going to be moving any time soon and you were stuck next to him for the remainder of class. This left you with two options, either move and give him the satisfaction of successfully bullying you into submission or stay exactly where you are and stand your ground against a brat like him. And with a small huff, you released your grip on your bag and the rest of your belongings before crossing your arms and focusing on your phone once again. There was no way in hell were you going to give this asshole the satisfaction of seeing you pissed off, instead you stood your ground and watched as the professor finally stood at the center of the room and quieted the class down in order to begin his introduction.Â
And for the rest of the class out of the corner of your eyes, you couldnât help but see that smirk envelop the lips of the boy sitting next to you, the very sight of it making your blood boil and your face flushed. Whoever this boy was you were certain of only one thing, he was nothing but an arrogant prick.
two.Â
The cafe across the street from your dorm has become one of your favorite places on the entire campus, especially when you needed to study. Not only did they have the best drinks on campus, the pastries were to die for, and every time you walked through the doors you were reminded of that as the sweet smell of cinnamon and sugar filled your nose. Cafe 4419 was never too noisy nor was it ever too quiet, the lo-fi playlist and soft murmur from the patrons made it one of your favorite sanctuaries to stay apart from your dorm.Â
While it was only a few weeks into college, half of the first semester has already flown by and you were practically swimming in essays, projects and studying for upcoming tests. Which is how you found yourself here, spending almost every waking second at the cafe with your favorite drink by your side and piles of textbooks and papers towered around you. Anybody passing by would have immediately assumed that it was finals season, instead of simply being just an ordinary test during the first semester. But you were serious about your academics and grades, and you were not about to let something ruin your concentration that you had going for you.Â
This was the one place where you could also find an escape from those people. Everywhere else around campus that you seemed to find yourself, it was only a matter of minutes before you were humbly graced with their presence. They seemed to be everywhere and the only two places on campus where you seemed to be safe from them was your own dorm room and this cafe. In a way it sort of is your sanctuary, one of the few places where you didnât have to see their depressing black clothing, scowling faces or even hear about their very being. Instead, it was just you, your textbooks, notes, and computerâthe way it should be, and you were experiencing nothing but pure bliss.Â
And that moment was completely shattered, when the screech of the stool across the wooden floors next to you and the slamming of an iced coffee of some sort onto the table.Â
Glaring up at the perpetrator, you werenât surprised to be faced with a wall of black clothing, including the infamous leather jacket. As your eyes traveled higher up, you were finally met with a pair of brown eyes and a cocky expression looking down on you. Him. The same boy who had the audacity to sit right next to you during your first lecture, currently has the audacity to interrupt your precious study time. His appearance was practically unchanged since the last time you saw him less than a week ago, his strawberry blond hair was a bit more faded than before but his irises still sparkled with that same mischievous and playful glint.Â
âFancy running into you here,â he smirked, moving to sit down next to you. His thigh was quick to press up against your own, as you flinchedâmoving your leg away as if you were being burned. He didnât acknowledge your actions, instead his eyes seemed to be locked onto your own, scanning over your facial features as if he was studying and reading your every move and expression.Â
âWhat do you want?âÂ
He put his hands in surrender attempting to show you that he means no harm and that heâs not a threat, but with that sparkle in his eyes and that sly expression never leaving his face.Â
âI know we kind of started off on the wrong foot, but I was hoping that we could fix thatâ he paused, stretching out his hand, âIâm Lee Felix,â he introduced himself with a wink. It was nice to finally put a name to the face, but in all honesty, you didnât really give a damn about what his name was or were you curious about what he wanted from you. Apparently, it was too much for you to ask him to leave you alone, either that or he was too dense to get the hint.Â
âAlright, Felix, as much as I enjoyed resolving that little issue, Iâm extremely busy. So, if you wouldnât mind?âÂ
Shooting him one final glare, you assumed that this was the end of the conversation between the two of you, and all you needed to do was to wait for him to leave and refocus back on the mountains of papers in front of you. However, you were naive to think that this was the end of your conversation, and as far as you could tell with Lee Felix, he always needed to have the last word.Â
âYou know, my feelings were deeply hurt the day we met, and I think itâs only fair for you to make it up to me,â something in his tone of voice shifted causing you to whip your head in his direction and away from the studyguide in front of you. This should have been a major red flag, a glaring neon sign starring right in front of you, but you would be lying if you didnât say that he intrigued you. Perhaps it was your upbringing, or maybe it was the incessant warnings about people like him, you werenât sureâthe only thing you knew in that moment, for once in your life, he had your undivided attention. âMy grades are kind of slipping and in order to keep this scholarship and stay at this âprestigiousâ school they need to be a bit higher,â he paused before flashing you a blinding smile, âso I was thinking that you could tutor me and we could really spend some more time getting to know one another,â he finished before ending his proposal with a wink.Â
You had to give it to him, the dirtbag had guts.Â
The confidence and ego that seemed to ooze out of him was unbelievable and it was hard to believe that people like him still existed. And just like that, you were once again uninterested in the boy sitting in front of you.Â
âIs that all? I think you already know my answer to that question, now if you could excuse me,â rolling your eyes, you wave him off with a dismissive flick of your wrist. Of course, you should have expected that this wasnât all that he had planned, he wasnât known for being a quitter especially when it came to people like you. The two of you were more similar than either of you cared to realize and unbeknownst to you, Lee Felix was determined not to walk out here without having your number in his back pocket and a promise that you were going to see him again. Instead, he did what he did bestâcompletely disregard what heâs been told and follow his instincts.Â
âThink about this for a moment, the infamous and obviously talented child of the [L/N] refusing to help a poor and unfortunate boy like me, surely that wonât make a great impression on the professors or even the media once they catch word of this,â he shrugged letting the weight of words sink in. You hated to admit it, but he was right. Your family was powerful, but in exchange for that power, every single thing that you did was scrutinizedâyour daily lives constantly under the microscope. While it was considerably bad press to be seen around people like him, especially with the amount of warnings that you received from your parents as well as other members in the community, there was no denying that it was perhaps even worse press for you to completely ignore and reject him. âItâs really up to you, princess/prince.âÂ
You had no choice, and he knew it.Â
âFine, Iâll tutor you,â you turned away from him for a second to grab a pen before scribbling your phone number on a piece before ripping it off and handing it to him. Before he could take it from your hand, you snatched the piece of paper from out of his reach. âJust letting you know, Iâm not doing this for you. Meet me at the library on Friday and make sure youâre not late.â
Grabbing the slip of paper out your hand, and his drink in the other, he stood and made his way towards the door. You couldnât help but watch him go, a frown present on your face. With a final wink, he was gone and out the door, and you could finally relax and relieve all the tension that was built up in your shoulders. Mentally scolding yourself, you wondered how the hell you even ended up in a situation like this, in a matter of only weeks you managed to break the only promise to your parents and somehow make acquaintances with one of the very people that you swore to hate.Â
At this point it was useless to try and study, there was no way that you could possibly study after a distraction like that. Gathering your materials, before haphazardly shoving them into your bag, and grabbing your drink and walking out of the cafe door. The weather was transitioning between autumn and winter, the brisk air blew against your face as you walked, your mind replaying everything that happened within the span of a few minutes.Â
Scoffing to yourself, you shook your head as you made your way back to your dorm. Fine, if Lee Felix wanted to make an enemy out of you, then so be it, and from this day forward you were determined to make his life a living hell.
three.Â
After sitting in the library for almost half an hour, you were about a millimeter away from losing your shit. As usually the library was pretty quiet and the only noises that could be heard were the faint rustling of papers and the dull hum of the heater. You had threatened him not to be late, and you had even promised him that you would leave if he was even a minute late, but somehow you found yourself sitting at one of the many wooden tables in the gigantic library tapping your pencil impatiently. You should leave, that much was obvious, but there was some part of you that was holding onto hope that he was going to show. Standing up, you scolded yourself for being so foolish, you were smarter than thisâyou were smarter than himâbut somehow you allowed yourself to end up in this situation, again.Â
âSorry Iâm late, princess/prince, I got caught up with a few things.âÂ
You didnât even hear him approach, but as you turned around you were met with his figure. It seemed like his entire wardrobe was composed of only dark clothing, his outfit pretty much the same as it was less than four days ago. The only difference was the gold chain that he adorned around his neck, which was a stark contrast compared to his black clothing. He noticed how your eyes seemed to be drawn to the flashy object, before he quickly placed the object underneath his shirt and cleared his throat. However, there was something different about his appearance than before, his hair was a bit messier and tousled than usual, his skin glistened and was a bit more flushed, and there were visible red or pink marks that littered his neck.Â
Oh.Â
That realization finally seemed to draw you from your daze, as you stared back at him, your steely [E/C] eyes met his mahogany ones. Under your gaze his eyes seemed to soften a bit and it wasnât until he saw your arms crossed against your chest did he realize the gravity of his mistake.Â
âYouâre late,â you practically growled, âif youâre not going to take this seriously then fine, I told you not to waste my time and if youâre going to be a piece ofââÂ
Felixâs hard and once impenetrable exterior was suddenly cracked by the fierceness and fire that shone in your eyes, only then did he feel some sort of small pang inside his hair. This was an entirely foreign feeling to him, and even stranger was that you were the one causing him to feel this way. For his entire life he has been dealing with people like you, those that dripped with wealth and decadence, but he knew that there was a hidden evil within them. The facade was only a ploy to distract from the devil inside of themâthey were malicious, unforgiving, monsters that from day one have done nothing but persecute people like him. People like him were rendered powerless against the people like them, kicked to the desolate part of town and condemned to live a life of misfortune and suffering. Felix knew exactly what to say that would make your blood boil, that would aggravate you till you wouldnât be able to stand the mention of his name, he knew exactly what to do to make you despise him even more, and yet his mouth and words failed him.Â
For once, he didnât know what to say, so he instead slammed his books down on the tableâthe sound echoing in the almost silent library. A sound like that was bound to have repercussions, and the glares and disgusted looks you received was enough to force you into submission. You should have just walked out of the door, but going against your better judgement and rationale, you decided to stay. Sitting down, you pulled the textbooks and notebooks from your bag as Felix sat next to you taking out his own materials. Flipping the book to the first page, you pointed at the first problem.Â
âLetâs start with this problem first and make sure you show all your work,â you gestured to the first of many problems in the workbook, âoh, and if youâre ever late again because of some dick appointment, Iâll make sure that every single person on this campus knows how small that four inch dick of yours really looks like.â
After that, the two of you seemed to fall into a comfortable rhythm. There was minimal talking between the two of you, coming to the mutual agreement that you were only here for one purpose and one purpose only. But, just because he stopped bickering with you for once didnât necessarily make your job any easier. There wasnât really any nice way to put it, but he was horrible at everything. It was expected of course, unlike the other students that attended the prestigious JYP University he didnât need to pass the rigorous entrance exam nor did he need extremely high grades in high school. You had your work cut out for you, but you werenât one to back down from a challenge. But that didnât mean that Felix was going to make it easy on you.Â
While you have tutored other students in the past before, you could safely say that none of them were quite like Lee Felix. Never have you met someone so unmotivated and lazy. He was the one who was practically begged for your help, and now heâs sitting here with his head resting against his arm absentmindedly doodling in the margins of the book.Â
âLook, if youâre not going to take this seriously then what are we even doing here? Youâre just wasting my time and your own,â you huffed, tapping your pen harshly against the workbook to stir the strawberry blond from his thoughts. âAt least you could pretend to do the work that Iâm assigning you, instead of blatantly ignoring everything I say.âÂ
That grabbed his attention, as he sat up straighter and stretched his arms over his head as he rolled his eyes. âThatâs easy for you to say when youâve had everything handed to you all of your life. I bet you donât even understand what itâs like to have to work hard for something, princess/prince,â he scoffed. Your head snapped in his direction, his words echoing in your head.Â
What the fuck did he just say to you?
âYou think Iâve had it easy, well newsflash, princess/price, youâre not the only one whose had a hard life. Yes, privilege does exist but donât you even think for a damn second that I havenât worked in order to get here to this university. Just because you were admitted on a scholarship and without taking the entrance exam, doesnât mean that it was the case for everybody,â you huffed as you stood up, causing an abrupt noise as the chair slid against the wooden floors. âMy parents used their money to buy their way through life, but there is only so much money can buy. And if you really think that I bought my way into the school, then why did you even ask me to tutor you in the first place?âÂ
Your last outburst received the nastiest glares from the other students around the both of you, and if looks could kill you would have been dead over ten times over. But at the moment you couldnât care less, this was your final farewellâyour final âgo-fuck-yourselfâ to Lee Felix so you could finally be rid of this parasite. With the last slam of your chair, you turned away from the male and made your hasty escape towards the exit of the library.Â
If you ever saw him again before the year was over, it would be too soon.
four.
This year was probably the year of firsts for Lee Felix, in addition to meeting you he was also beginning to experience these foreign emotions that came along with you. In no way shape or form was he a bully, instead he often had some certain choice words for those that exhibited egotistical and arrogant qualitiesâand in his defense, they were usually the ones who started it. He was known for his unforgiving nature, after all, there was no way he could live the lifestyle he did without being this way. This feeling of guilt and regret was new for him, in his opinion what he said to you wasnât even the worst thing to make it past those lips, yet the look of fiery passion and hurt that was written across your features was enough to make him think twice. He felt apologetic, even though he practically spits poison every day to people like you, something about you attracted him, pulled him in and made you different.Â
That being said, he was horrible at apologizing.Â
Which was why when you could feel a presence next to you during the next lecture, you didnât even bat an eyelash. Nor did you even dare to look at him as he slammed something down on your desk, before turning away and mumbling to himself. Upon further inspection, you found a Coke can sitting untouched and unopened with a note taped to the front with two simple words written on it.Â
Iâm sorry.Â
Rolling your eyes, you glanced to the right where you knew he would be sitting with some of his other friends. They were always the ones making the most noise in the class, treating the lecture as a study hall instead of an opportunity for growth and maturation. You could spot three of them easily, their freshly dyed hair sticking out sorely in the sea of neutral colors. They were too far away for you to tell what they were talking about, but their gleeful expressions and smiles etched on their faces probably meant that they were up to no good. You could spot Felix immediately, he distanced himself from his group of friends. While he still engaged in the conversation, he was passive, his brown eyes dull as his mind seemed to be elsewhere.Â
This was the first time that you have seen the fire extinguished from his eyes, and he looked so goddamn pitiful. As if he could sense your eyes, his face turned to meet yours, his eyes catching you red-handed. His expression was complex, to say the least. On the one hand, all traces of remorse and regret seemed to disappear completely and was replaced with another emotion that you couldnât read. Furiously you turned away from him, your cheeks dusted with a pink hue. Thankfully, before he could manage to approach you the professor entered at the front of the room and began the lecture, your thoughts now becoming full of Shakespeareâs prose and the impact of foil characters in Romeo and Juliet, leaving no room to worry about that imbecile.Â
You had to admit, Lee Felix definitely did have some charms. If he didnât have something at least, then there would be no reason why you found yourself sitting next to him in this empty lecture hall, the both of you sprawled over notebooks and countless works of Shakespeare at your disposal. You should be mad at him, furious even, he was nothing but a good-for-nothing gangster who had the audacity to insult youâbut here you were, crawling back to him. But, even through his shitty apology you somehow found it hard to stay away. He was dangerous, the closest thing that you had to breaking the rules and to give him up would be bringing your life back to normalcyâuneventful, boring and you would be damned if you ever had to give him up and return to life before. As infuriating as he was, he came into your life like a whirlwind and while at times he made your life a living hell, you kind of enjoyed his presence.Â
Of course you were wary about tutoring him again, but your fear was soon quelled by the fact that his personality seemed to have done a complete flip from the day before. Not only was he attentive, but it just goes to show that if he would just sit down and put his ego in check for a second, then maybe he actually had a chance at succeeding at this school. With his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth nibbling softly on his lower lip as his hand moved quickly across the paper to solve the problem. His hair would continually fall in front of his eyes as he concentrated, and he kept swiping at it every so often. Your hand itches to reach away and brush away those stray locks, but you refrain yourself from doing so, instead opting to pick at your sleeve as you admired his expression.Â
âItâs getting late,â your voice sounded foreign against the silence, those three words being the first thing you have said to him in the past few hours. âMaybe we should call it a night, and continue next week.â He nodded, prying his eyes away from the rows of words in front of him, helping you gather your materials into one place and pack them into your bag. Wordlessly, you both pushed in your chairs before exiting the lecture hall together.Â
The walk outside was silent, while the previous argument didnât necessarily still hang in the air, itâs presence was still made apparent due to the wall of tension between the two of you. The campus was softly being illuminated by the streetlights that littered the property, aided slightly by the moonlight that seemed to cast the entire scenery in a different light. There was something different about the university when the sun went down, while it certainly wasnât a ghost town (the constant parties on campus made sure of that) it made the campus look almost softer and whimsical in a sense. The ancient buildings that were used as classrooms during the day time had transformed into castles, the streets practically shining when the moonlight sparkled on them and youâyou felt as if you could rule it all.Â
You both stopped in front of a sleek black Harley Davidson, the motorcycle in pristine condition and didnât have a single scratch on it. There was no denying how expensive this was, and for once it looked as if he actually belonged at this school with a ride like that. You knew this was where the two of you were meant to part ways. For you, it was back to the dormitoriesâhopefully being able to sneak in before room check and for him, back to his other life, doing whatever misfits like him do best by causing mischief and mayhem in the dead of night.
This was your cue to leave, turn on your heels and rush back to your dorm room, but you couldnât help but stand there and watch him. Felix looked absolutely ethereal in the moonlight, his tan skin glowing and eyes sparklingâand you were entranced, watching him unclip the helmet from the handlebars of his motorcycle and holding it in his hands There was this unknown tightening in your chest, this foreign hitch in your breath, your hands growing clammy as the seconds continued to pass on.Â
âHere, put this on. I like to think that Iâm a safe driver, but safety first,â his voice calls out to you, before the black helmet was tossed your way. Fumbling with the object for a few seconds, you finally caught it as your brain finished rebooting. As you looked down at the helmet, and back at him you were at a loss of words. âWell, are you coming or not? I donât have all day, princess/prince.âÂ
His head was cocked to the side, and while his words had a bit of bite to them, his expression is playful. You were supposed to be the rational one in this situation, and the âcorrectâ answer was clearly staring you right in the face. You were old enough to take care of yourself, and you certainly didnât need a dollar-store version of a knight in shining armor to take you home.Â
âI can make it back on my own, thanks for the offerââ
It took him two strides in order to make it over to you and a total of ten seconds to get you on the bike. Two seconds in order to yank the helmet out of your hands, three seconds to secure it on your head, three seconds to pull you onto the vehicle behind him and two seconds to wrap your arms loosely around his waist.Â
âHold on tight.âÂ
That was the last thing he uttered to you, before he revved the engine and the two of you sped off into the night. At this rate, it was too late to even think about getting off unless you wanted to seriously injure yourself. Instead, you opted for clinging onto his body and pressing yourself flat against his back as you held on for dear life. Immediately, you could feel your heart sink to the pit of your stomach the moment the vehicle started, the wind practically making you deaf as the scenery of campus whipped around you in a blur. Yes, you were scared, after all you were riding around on a death trap with a boy that you barely know and who was currently in control of your life. Despite all of these factors, there was something exhilarating about riding with Felix. The feeling of your hair whipping around you, speeding through the empty streets of campus and the faint smell of sandalwood and lemon that emitted from him was intoxicating. And it was safe to say that you were drunk off this feeling.Â
By the time Felix pulled in front of your dorm room, you were still buzzed and your senses were working over time trying to process everything around you. It wasnât long before reality washed harshly over you, removing your arms from his toned waist and scrambling off the bike, the helmet still sitting lop-sided on your head. Your whole body was aflame, every place where you made contact with him was burning and your heart was beating painfully loud against your chest.Â
âThanks for the ride,â you muttered, clearing your throat, avoiding eye contact with him. He didnât say anything in return, instead placing the break down on the motorcycle and walking over to you. His fingers brushed against your face as he unclipped the helmet, which sent a new wave of heat to rush to your cheeks, before he took the safety gear off you and tucked it under his arm. If you had blinked, you might have missed the way his eyes flitted over your lips, as he unconsciously licked his lips before turning on his heel and making his way back to his vehicle.Â
The only evidence that this wasnât a dream and was real life was the faint smell of gasoline and the roar of a motorcycle in the distance, signalling his departure.Â
five.
Over the next few weeks, the two of you have met at the universityâs cafe between eight and ten times for the purpose of studying. Granted, you both were studying (only because Felix knew you would have his head if he didnât concentrate) but there was this underlying reason why you both kept coming back. His presence was like a drug, addicting and thrilling, and you couldnât keep away. Both of you were chasing that high, the overwhelming feeling of euphoria and you were both relentless in reaching your goal. It started that night that he dropped you off at your dorm, and ever since then youâve been hooked. His lips didnât even manage to touch yours, and you were quite disappointed at this fact, but you werenât going to let him go that easily, no if he wanted you to work for it, then so be it. And thatâs how you found yourself, practically slaving away over textbooks all for him.Â
It has become a ritual for the two of you to linger outside of his lecture hall on exam day. He would always pick you up from your dorm that morning and take you to his classroom, where you would both wait until the very last second before leaving his presence. Time with him was precious, it was fleeting and you always wanted to spend just a second longer with him. He looked gorgeous in the sunlight as it tangled itself up in his locks of hair, bouncing off his dewy tan skin before capturing his entire body in its rays. A cup of coffee always in his left hand, while his right held onto a packet of stapled papers, his messy scrawling decorated the pages and there were a few places where your neat handwriting made an appearance as he recited some facts off the sheets.Â
âSo, the whole point of having Fortinbras and just mentioning him in the play is to be a foil character for Hamlet?âÂ
âSort of, remember Fortinbras was also trying to take over Denmark as revenge for Hamlet murdering his father,â you reminded him, shaking your finger gently in front of his face. There was a teasing expression written on your face, and he returned it with a sneer of his own. You both stopped a couple of feet in front of the entrance of the classroom as he took the stack of papers before smacking his forehead with them, a groan escaping his lips.Â
âI give up, how about we ditch this exam and instead Iâll treat you to your favorite pastries at that bakery down the block,â he suggested, lifting the papers away from his face and giving you a dazzling smile. On any other person, by this point they would be putty in his hands and he would easily be able to have his way with them. But you knew better, and for the most part you would like to think that you were immune to his charms.Â
âAre you trying to bribe me, Felix?âÂ
Your eyes narrowed at his choice of words with one eyebrow raised, but a teasing smirk was dancing across your lips. Rolling his eyes in your direction, he placed his hands up as if he was surrendering as a small chuckle escaped his lips.Â
âMe? I would never!â Sarcasm dripped off every word that he spoke, turning away you as he refocused his attention back on the study guide in front of him as a look of disgust overcame his features. âI want to know, how likely is it that youâll still associate with me even after I fail this test, because the odds are currently not in my favor.âÂ
There was something about his tone of voice that seemed to throw you off a little bit. Yes, he was still trying to keep the conversation with you as playful as possible, but you could hear the slight undertone of insecurity and doubt in his voice. He was genuinely worried about this test and it showed. It was quite an odd sight to witness, the boy who weeks before didnât care about anything except annoying the crap out of you was worried about something as mundane as a test.Â
âHmm, well if you fail this exam then Iâm not sure we can be friends anymore,â you slyly spoke, âyou know, I donât associate myself with losers.âÂ
The word âfriendsâ caused something to bloom inside his chest, a warm feeling spreading throughout his entire body. Honestly, heâs never really thought to put a definition on your relationship, sure the two of you have spent a lot time together the past few weeks to study and cram for this exam, but everything wasnât exactly business related. There were times during those sessions where you would both chuck erasers and pencils at each other, making fun of each otherâs favorite foods and having conversations that were far from the original topic of the works of William Shakespeare. He enjoyed your presence, and liked having you around, and if being your friend meant that he could continue standing by your side then so be it.Â
âIâm a loser? Says the one who literally spends all their time studying and didnât know how to let loose until I showed you howâyour definition of âfunâ was spending four hours isolated at the library reading about the influential aspects of Renaissance paintings in modern art,â Felix countered, thinking back fondly on the memory.
The two of you continued to playfully bicker even after entering the lecture hall, only managing to quiet down as soon as the professor began administering the test. You finished a lot quicker than he did, and you could see his pained expression as he continued to struggle with the assignment for the next hour. The class was silent, students either leaving after the examination was completed or were sitting quietly on their phones waiting for the rest of the class to finish the exam, and with everyone mostly distracted it gave you a good excuse to admire him from afar. His face was contorted with a whole bunch of different emotions running through his features, and while you were considering helping him on at least one problem, it would violate your code of ethicsânot to mention that he was a big boy, and you were confident that he could manage by himself.Â
It was another forty minutes before he finished, standing up with a visible frown on his face as he handed the test back to the professor before making his way back to you. Both of you walked out the classroom side-by-side and in silence, and as you exited the building you began to notice the worry that seemed to have etched itself into his face. Slapping him lightly on the bicep, you brought him out of his stupor and flashed him a smile that seemed to calm his racing heart for now.Â
âRelax, letâs go to the cafe down the street to get your mind off this test. Remember, I accept bribes in the form of anything that has caffeine or is sugary and sweet,â you suggested, looping your arm with his and tugging him towards the building.Â
And for about half an hour, that seemed to do the trick. The test was soon forgotten as he watched you devour a cinnamon bun, and drink at least two cups of coffee as you both chatted aimlessly about miscellaneous things. It wasnât until he was walking you back to your dorm and he heard a ping! from his cellphone did the worrisome thoughts come flooding back in.Â
â95, huh I knew the professor was going to drop that question,â you shrugged, glancing down at your phone, before pocketing it. As you looked back on his figure, you could see his face fall slightly behind the phone, and you knew this meant bad news. âCome on, it canât be that bad.âÂ
Felix tugged the phone out of your reach, holding it over his head as you came closer and stood underneath him. The two of you were only a few inches apart, and you could practically hear his heart hammering in his chest, and the warmth from his breath as he towered over you.Â
âPromise you wonât get mad,â a small but playful pout sat on his lips as he continued to hold the phone out of your reach. Rolling your eyes, you continued to jump and try to reach the phone, but since he was taller than you it was pretty much impossible for you to reach. âHmm, an 80 isnât that terrible for studying is it?âÂ
It was back, his signature cocky smirk that repulsed yet attracted you at the same time, flitting across his lips. With your mouth agape, you werenât sure what you were supposed to be feeling at the moment. All you were aware of was the surge of undistinguishable emotions that flooded your body and before you could even begin to process what was going on, your arms somehow find their way around his waist with your head resting against his chest. His entire body stiffened up at your touch and you could feel his heart racing against your ear, your heart beating at the same speed. Only a few seconds seemed to pass, before you could feel his hands on your body, they were tentative at first, but soon held you with as much strength as you gripped his body.Â
There it was again, a few seconds late and you would have missed it. Despite the redness in your cheeks and the overwhelming amount of embarrassment that radiated off of you, your eyes glanced up to meet his own, watching as they tentatively flitted over your lips. He seemed unsure of himself, deciding whether he really wanted to follow through with his actions, and in that split second he decided to risk it all, casually leaning inâhoping to close the already short space between your bodies.Â
They are nothing but worthless nobodies and they will bring you nothing but trouble. Promise me, youâll stay as far away as possible from them, please.Â
In an instant, your body untangled itself from his, your breath ragged and your eyes darting everyone except his face. He stood there dumbfounded, he wanted to reach out to you, to ask what he did wrongâwas he misinterpreting the signals, imagine the chemistry between the two of you, did he make a mistake? You barely had enough brain power to focus on him as you could feel your heart crumbling inside of your ribcage, your breath coming out in short spurts as you struggled to regain control over the situation at hand. You couldnât recognize yourself anymore, the person that you have become after attending the university for a few measly months and you have already strayed so far from where you started. But this wasnât the type of growth that you could be proud of, fraternizing with the enemy, the same enemy that you were warned countless times before to stay away from.Â
This was wrongâeverything was wrong. It wasnât supposed to happen like this, your life wasnât supposed to come to this point as you stood here as living proof of everything that your parents despised. But, you werenât that far from salvation. You had been delusional for months, and it was about time that you started making amends. Whatever thing that you had with him was now over, and it was about time that you began living the life that your parents wanted you to have, free from parasites and monstrosities like him.Â
Muttering some sort of excuse, you backed away from him before taking off back to your dorm, leaving in your wake a bewildered heartbroken (although he would never admit it) Lee Felix in your wake.Â
six.Â
You have successfully managed to avoid him for three days, but you knew that was just luck. He knew your schedule like the back of his hand, you have told him a numerous amount of times where you were throughout the day and well, old habits die hard. Honestly, if he really wanted to find you he would have done it already, but he was being a gentleman and giving some personal space to let you calm down before the confrontation happened. You were grateful in a sense, you needed this time to reflect on what an utter disaster you have become. This has gone on for too long, what started off as bringing some joy and excitement to your dull life has spiraled out of control. You lost yourself in the process, fading to the background as this unrecognizable version has taken center stage. What would your parents say if they saw you like this, completely different from the child they raised you to become, fraternizing with the enemy and sympathizing with the same scum they told you to avoid for your entire life.Â
Regret oozed through your entire being and you wished that you could take back everything that has happened. You should have turned him down that fateful day, rejected him cold-heartedly in the cafe, and let the rumors come about you and your familyâthe outcome would have probably been better than your current reality. While you couldnât go back and change the past, you could instead work on mending the future, which is why you thrusted yourself back into your studies at full force. There was no place for distractions where youâre heading, and you assumed it would be easy to surround yourself with other intellectuals that shared your same passion and drive.Â
This would prove more difficult than you originally assumed. The atmosphere on campus has changed completely, and to put it frankly, you were being avoided like the fucking plague. Every time you walked past a group of students, you could hear the hushed whispers and feel the glares being directed your way. Obviously, they were smart enough not to say their comments loud enough for you to hear or for you to catch them staring, as they looked away as soon as you even turned your head in their direction. Even some of your friends, the same ones that youâve known perhaps your entire life would even spare a glance in your direction. You could even feel the glares from some of the members of Stray Kids, and while you were not necessarily on speaking terms with them, it didnât give them an excuse to be rude with you.
You did your best to ignore the lingering looks and comments throughout the day, but as you strolled out of your last class of the day, you couldnât stand it any longer. In particular, there was a group of girls that you have practically known all of your life, ever since elementary school, who had the audacity to mutter your name and laugh as you walked byâand that was your breaking point. You were usually a patient person and usually werenât quick to rush to judgement, but this was the last straw. Rolling up your sleeves, you marched up to them with a scowl written across your face..Â
âIf you have a problem with me you should say something to my face instead of talking shit behind my back, you fucking cowards,â you hissed, crossing your arms in front of your chest as you glared at them. Two of the girls mumbled something under their breath, tugging at the sleeves of the main girl in the center. But, she wasnât intimidated by you, instead she took a step forward till your faces were only a couple inches apart.Â
â[L/N] [Y/N], long time no see. Whereâs that boyfriend of yours, is he off robbing some banks?â her voice was shrill as she hissed out that insult. Her behavior was typical, and while she appeared to act condescending and superior towards you, her true emotions were written as plain as day across her faceâshe was jealous. It was in the way her rhetorical question had that unnecessary sharpness curled at the end of words or the way the scowl on her face was a little more prominent than it needed to be. In all honesty, you couldnât blame her. As much as you didnât want to admit it, Lee Felix was quite an attractive person, but that was all besides the point. He wasnât yours to begin with and whatever relationship the two of you had was now nonexistent, so it didnât matter how pretty you find his face.Â
âHeâs not my boyfriend, so if you could kindly back theââ you huffed, readjusting the stack of papers and textbooks in your arms.Â
âWhatever, look we donât mean any harm, honestly weâre just worried about you, honey. I mean, youâve heard the rumors about people like them, theyâre dangerous and weâre just worried about you getting in harm's way,â you could see the way the glint in her eyes seemed to return after you confirmed that were in fact not dating Felix. The fake sincerity in her voice was piercing to your ears, and you wanted nothing more than to get rid of her and stop her from prying into your personal life. âPlus, what would you parents say if they see you hanging out with someone like him?âÂ
So thatâs what this about, this was the entire underlying reason why, this is why she decided to pick a fight with you. Of course, everything was about power, it always is with someone like her and her familyâthe Moon family was always power-hungry gremlins. For many years your family has sort of allied itself with the Moons, not by choice, but just because of circumstances. You have known her your entire life, and up until this point you have always known her to be jealous of everything that you had. And now, it was no different, she always wanted what she couldnât get her hands on, and everything in your life was currently on the menu.It was the typical story, she wanted to use him for what she did best, flirting with dangerâlike your parents, hers would practically disown her if they found out she was fooling around with someone with low status like him, but the thrill and the temptation was too great to pass up. It was all for the thrill, and some desire was too strong.Â
Oh did you have some choice words for her, but it seemed like your voice failed you felt a warm hand envelop your wrist. Whipping around you were once again met with an eyeful of black clothing that obscured your vision. The heat radiating off of him was almost suffocating, and you struggled to catch your breath around him. With a final glare in the direction of the trio, he tugged your wrist and your body followed as he dragged you away from the trio of girls. The two of you rounded the corner to one of the Biology lecture halls, before you finally grasped control of yourself and shook off his hold from your body.Â
You were your own independent person meaning that you could definitely handle yourself, and definitely didnât need someone like him to save you. There was an unreadable expression written across his features, as you cradled your burning wrist to your chest. Neither of you dared to speak a word, the awkward silence was deafening, both of your eyes were diverted towards the ground distracted by the concrete sidewalks. You needed to get out of there, as far away as you could manage and while you didnât want to be the one to break the silence, you knew it was necessary unless you wanted to prolong your time spent in his presence.Â
âThanks for you know, everything that you did back there, but I was handling things on my own.â
You still couldnât look him in the eyes, knowing that you would break if that ever happened. Instead, you opted to look straight ahead, finding some interesting looking trees that stood out behind him. His scoff startled you slightly, causing you to quickly look at his face before diverting your eyes once more.Â
âWhatever you say, princess/prince. Iâm sure you could have managed just fine on your own,â he rolled his eyes. That statement that ignited a fire within you, your face flushed and your palms growing sweaty as you balled them up into fists.Â
âWhat do you mean by that?â you hissed, in an instant your eyes locked with his ownâand your expression immediately softened. His demeanor also seemed to soften under your gaze, and he hesitantly approached your figure, till only a couple of inches stood between the two of you. But, you werenât going to let him get away with it that easily. As you attempted to take a step back, his hand grabbed your wrist suddenly, stopping your body from moving away from him any further. âHey, look, Iâm serious, Iâm not some damsel in distress that constantly needs saving. I can take care of myself and I donât need you constantly babysitting me, like Iâm some child because IââÂ
With two steps the distance between the two of you closed, his face leaned and before you knew it, his lips were pressed against your own. He tasted like caramel with a bit of a smokey flavor, not quite like barbeque and not quite like cigarettes, perhaps something in between. His lips were slightly chapped against your own, but the kiss itself was gentle, his hands placed gingerly on your hips as he pulled you against his body. He was a fantastic kisser, by the way, every direction that his lips moved in and the way he was holding you made you practically putty in his hands as you melted into his touch. Soon, the need for oxygen was too great, the two of you breaking apart as the only sounds that could be heard were the pants from the both of you that stood out harshly against the quietness of the campus.Â
âWe, oh god, we shouldnât haveââ you paused, attempting to gather your thoughts, trying to quiet the thousands upon thousands scenarios and ideas that were running through your head at the moment. Your parents, god, if they ever found out about this you would be ruined. Everything that you have worked for over the years would be completely shattered, demolished and bulldozed by the boy that stood in front of youâand for some reason, when you looked into his warm brown eyes, you didnât seem to care. You were never really a reckless person, but for him, you were willing to risk it all. At this point in time, what he meant to you was worth more than whatever punishment your parents were going to inflict on you once they found out.Â
âYou know I donât care about what people think, and neither should you. Why is it any of their business what the two of us do with our lives? If I like you and you like me, then I donât see the problem,â he pushed your body back a little bit, so he could look into your eyes. For once, there was no cockiness or arrogance in his voice, instead he looked at you passionately, with his hands holding yours and his thumb rubbing circles on the tops of your hands. There was so many unspoken words between the two of you, but just this once his touch and his presence was enough.Â
And for once you could safely say that Lee Felix was right, in this moment it was quite honestly you and him against the world.Â
seven.Â
To say that things were weird between the two of you was definitely an understatement. Neither of you addressed what had happened a couple of nights ago, the kiss was almost a taboo subject and to mention it meant that you both had to address the change in your relationship with each other. Instead, it was easier to ignore everything that changed and instead pretend that everything was just fine between the two of you. In all honesty, you would be lying if you said that you never considered a relationship with him, and in reality, that is all you have been thinking about the last couple of days. You never thought that love could feel like this, every moment with him was as if you were floating, drifting endlessly on cloud nine with no intentions of stopping. Every stereotype and previous assumptions about him were completely thrown out the window. He was perhaps the kindest soul that you could ever meet, despite his rough exterior, and he treated you with the utmost kindness, his manners rivaling some of the more posh boys that you have dated in the past. He was a complete gentleman and never pushed you to do anything that you didnât want to, respected his boundaries and of course, acted as the epitome of the perfect boyfriend. You knew that you should tread with caution, the honeymoon phase was still in full effect, but with him, you couldnât help but dive straight in. With him you were loose and reckless, the complete opposite of everything that you were molded to be by your parents.Â
And while you were unsure of where your relationship with him stands, you were first and foremost his tutor, you would be damned if you were the one who ultimately caused his grades to slip again. Which is why most of your dates the past few days have been focused on only studying, the two of you meeting up at cafes or the library in order to help him prepare for this upcoming final on Literature of the 20th Century. There was a slight tension between the two of you, understandable considering the circumstances, but you were adamant that there would be nothing to distract him from acing this exam, and this was evident in how you threatened him with everything under the sun if he even dared to try anything other than studying.Â
Before both of you knew it the exam was quickly approaching, the last study date seemed to fly by in a matter of minutes, and you both found yourself walking the familiar path on the way to the lecture hall in time for the morning exam. As usual, Felix clutched the study guide in his hand as he walked, mumbling little facts about each work of literature that was present on the page. You couldnât help but smile at his mannerisms, watching his face furrow as he was deep in thought made him appear almost cute, vastly different from his every day cool and cocky exterior.Â
âSo, whatâs my prize this time for scoring well on the exam?â he asked you coolly, cocking one eyebrow in the air playfully, the study guide soon forgotten in his hands.Â
âBold of you to assume that there is a prize, I mean, studying hard and putting in the work and receiving the outcome you wanted sounds like enough of a reward to me,â you shrugged, giving him a wink. In response, he shot you a teasing glare shaking his head and rolling his eyes.Â
âWhile that sounds very uh tempting I have another idea,â he paused slightly for dramatic effect before continuing, âif I get an A on this test, then I think you should promise me something.â Of course, he didnât really go into details after that, citing that if he talked about it any longer than he will jinx himself and not only fluke this test, but he will also cheat himself out of this deal.Â
Bidding you a quick farewell, he disappeared inside the lecture hall blowing you a kiss before vanishing behind the wooden doors. Even in a situation like this he seemed to find time to be flirty, ignoring the obvious tension and oddness between the two of you in favor of attempting to restore some sense of normalcy. He was different to say the least, and thatâs probably what attracted you to him in the first place, and with a slight shake of your head, you turned away and walked towards your own classroom.Â
And you couldnât begin to hide the redness in your cheeks or the boisterous hammering of your heart beneath your ribcage, which confirmed what you had previously known alreadyâthat you were head-over-heels in love with this boy.Â
As soon as Felix stepped foot outside of the lecture room, his eyes desperately scanned the campus grounds looking for your figure. He was ecstatic and couldn't wait to share the good news with you, but as his eyes moved around looking for any sign of you, he was disappointed to not see your figure in sight. This emotion was evident on his face, and it was hard for him to hide it, as he opted to shove his hands inside the pockets of his leather jacket. He wanted to boast to you, to shove his high grade in your face and smugly demand his prizeâan official date with you. No, he wouldnât accept anymore of this âstudy dateâ bullshit, while he did get to spend time with you (which he did very much enjoy) he wanted something that wasnât underneath the guise of school. He wanted something that was real and concrete between the two of you, and this was the perfect opportunity to voice his true intentions.Â
Felix was no idiot, the kiss that you both shared was something that doesnât normally happen between a tutor and a student, let alone between friends. At the moment he wasnât really sure where your relationship stood, the two had walked the very thin line between friends and lovers, and after the kiss, a boundary was crossed and itâs too late to go back now. Pulling out his phone, he decided to send you a quick text just in case you were running late from class.Â
very annoying (but cute) boy: hey, where are you??Â
very annoying (but cute) boy: i think i would like to redeem my prize right now, and in order for me to do that i need you to be hereÂ
Even after ten minutes there was no response from you, while it wasnât that odd for you to go a bit radio silent when youâre busy studying, but he thought it was a bit strange of you to forget something as important as this. That was it, you must have become preoccupied with something else, and youâll end up getting back to him when you find the time. Shrugging his shoulders, he pocketed his phone before taking off to find the rest of his friends, his thoughts lingering on you the whole way there.Â
Itâs only a few hours later when an announcement is made across the campus, alerting the entire student body of your disappearance. Of course the word âkidnappingâ isnât used in order to not alarm the rest of the student body, but the meaning behind your disappearance was evident across the campus. The first thing that he did once the news was broken to him was punch a wall, sure, not the most effective thing to do but at the moment he was unable to contain himself and his emotions. He was angry, in fact he was more than angry, and he honestly didnât know what to do with himself. How could this have happened, especially under his watch? You were his responsibility, he was supposed to be able to protect you from everything, especially things like this, but he has failed you.Â
Currently he was both a mess inside and out, his hand coming in contact with the coffee table that was situated in the center of the room. His eyes were ablaze, a storm brewing within them, as he glared at the taller male in front of him. The rest of his friends gathered around the two males, watching the scene unfold in front of them.Â
âWhat do you mean we canât go and save her? Weâve done recon missions like this all time, we will in and out before anything really happens,â Felix slammed his fist down on the coffee table, shaking the furniture in an attempt to prove his point to the male in front of him. However, Chan was more mature than that and would not be easily swayed by irrational persuasions.Â
âI know you care about them and under different circumstances I wouldnât be opposing you, but we canât risk anything right now. The mediaâs attention is already fixated on us, and causing any more publicity like this would draw us even more into the spotlight, and right now we don't need everything we do to be a spectacle for the public to criticize."Â
It was logical, every single word that ushered past his mouth and Felix knew that. But, he couldnât help the fire that spread across his entire body, tingling from the top of his head to the tips of his fingers, urging him to do something, anything, calling him to action. He couldnât take this bureaucracy anymore, following the rules in order to appease the ever critical public and for what? The outcome was always the same in the end, the public always demanding (and never satisfied) for a change, a way to exterminate the vermin that lived in the streets, and they always drew the short-end of the stick. Forced to retreat back into the outskirts of the town, hiding as if they were the ones who committed the sins, while the real demons hide among the general population.Â
The door slammed closed behind him, the sound echoing slightly in the empty streets of the campus. In wake of your disappearance, it seemed like the student body and the school was taking extra precautions by instilling a mandatory curfew and for once, it seems that the student body was actually complying. Felix scoffed, shoving his hands into his pocket, before turning and taking off in a random direction. He couldnât think straight, his brain too busy being clouded over by the sheer frustration and anger that he felt. In this moment, he truly understood what it meant to be helpless, and he could earnestly say that it was the worst feeling in the world. The fire inside was itching for him to do somethingâto take action, but as much as he wanted to, he was completely helpless to the situation at hand.Â
And for the first time in his life, Lee Felix felt utterly defeated.
eight.Â
It has been three days since you have gone missing, and he could swear that he was losing his mind. There was nothing, no clues, no witnesses, nothingâas if you had simply disappeared without a trace. By now the campus had returned to a version of normalcy, the streets were no longer empty, the classrooms and dorms repopulated, and the campus seemed to buzz with life once again, which only seemed to enrage the male. He couldnât understand how everyone could simply pick up and move on, turn a blind eye to the fact that it hasnât even been a week since your disappearance and suddenly, it was perfectly acceptable for everything to return to normal? No. He wouldnât stand for this, he couldnât. His conscience wouldnât allow him to idly sit by and wait for news to come to him, instead he needed to be proactiveâbe out there searching and not resting until he brought you back safely.Â
But, here lies the problem. Felix was floating in the same boat as the detectives, officers and everyone else looking for you, with absolutely no leads on who took you and why. All he could do was rely on his gut instincts, and thus far in life, there wasnât a time where his gut has ever steered him wrong. Everything about this was pointing to their rival gang Neo Culture Technology, or what they liked to call themselves, NCT. Sure, it was only a hunch that he had, but everything seemed to fall into place around this theory. Exhibit A, they had the means to do it. Saying that they were extremely well funded was an understatement, in more simpler terms, they were loaded. Anything they wanted, they could have just by waving a stack of bills and it was done. Exhibit B, they had the motive to do it. The rivalry between the two gangs was no joking matter, even though they both seemed dominant now, any action was a small enough spark to set the whole rivalry ablaze once again. And he would damned if this wasnât the signalling flare. Exhibit C, his gut was telling him that this was the answer. Now, there have been many things that Lee Felix has been wrong about in his life, his gut has always steered him in the right directionâand right now, it was practically screaming at him to follow this lead.Â
However, there was a slight problem and that came in the form of someone named Bang Chan. Felix was explicitly told not to move a muscle, to not do anything that would draw attention to the gang, and rescuing you was bound to blow everything that they have worked so hard forâobliterated due to his selfish desire. But, he couldnât help himself. What kind of person would he be if he had the chance to possibly save you and instead decided that the reputation of Stray Kids was more valuable. No, if he did that he would embody exactly what society deemed him: a monster.Â
Thatâs how he found himself here, somewhere past two in the morning outside one of the many abandoned warehouses in the inner city. It was almost idiotic for him to be here, alone, with no backup and he was certainly a madman to try to even attempt to pull something off like this. The darkness provided a decent cover and gave him the slight element of surprise, but with no windows, it was impossible to actually see if he was walking into a trap. All he was running on was his gut instinct, and while it has never failed him before, there was always a first time for everything.Â
Bracing himself, he kicked the doors open putting up his fists and readying his stance, prepared for a fight. But, it never came, his posture immediately relaxing as soon as he looked towards the center of the vast room. There you were, bound to a chair with rope and gagged, but otherwise unharmed staring at him with wide eyes. Navigating around the miscellaneous shipping containers and wooden boxes that plagued the room, he ran to you, undoing your gag and began working on the ropes that held your body to the chair.Â
âI thought you would never find me,â you choked out, your voice hoarse and scratchy. The relief that flooded your body once you saw him almost had tears pooling in your eyes. Suddenly the frigid air of the warehouse didnât feel that cold anymore, and it was as if all your prayers had finally been answered. Within the next minute, he had freed you from your binds, taking off his leather jacket and draping the article of clothing over your shoulders in an attempt to keep you warm, while wrapping one arm around you and pulling you into his body. Despite all the warmth that he was providing, you were still freezing, and you could barely feel your legs moving as he attempted to guide you out of the warehouse.Â
You were vaguely aware of him talking, his lips were moving yet, at least to you, it seemed like there was no sound coming out. The blank expression on your features was enough to indicate this fact to him, as he instead tried to navigate you faster through the warehouse. It was obvious that he was worried, it was written all over his faceâthe way his eyebrows were furrowed, his arm wrapped just a bit too tightly around your shoulders, and the way his other hand kept hovering over his pocket as if he was going to pull a weapon out any minute now. Come to think of it, you havenât seen your captures in a while, and that probably was not a good thing. It had slipped your mind, but as Felix led you out of the warehouse it seemed to be the only thing on the forefront of your mind.Â
The feeling of anxiety seemed to crawl up your throat, the thought of being captured again causing a new wave of panic to wash over you. Never have you experienced a situation as horrible as these past few days, and you were not willing to relive this horrifying experience again. With these overwhelming new emotions everything seemed to be too much for you, added onto the sound of distant sounds of sirens and bright spotlights that seemed to dance in front of your field of vision, your body couldnât hold on any longer as you suddenly collapsedâbecoming limp in the arms of your savior.Â
It took a second for Felix to adjust your newfound weight in his arms, grunting slightly as he picked you up and began carrying you through the open doors of the warehouse and was met with a swarm of police cars and officers with their guns drawn directly at him.Â
Fuck, what did he manage to get himself into?
nine.Â
Felix knew that he wasnât supposed to be here, but then again, when has he ever followed directions? Hospitals were never his favorite place, and in all honesty, he tended to avoid them when he could, the sterile and cleanliness smell from them making him feel as if he was choking on a gallon of hand sanitizer. But, at the moment, he was here of his own free willâlurking around the corridors of the building for something specific. It was obvious that he stuck out like a sore thumb, his dark clothing standing out against the cleanliness white background, but for some reason no one seemed to pay him any attention. Instead, every nurse, doctor, and patient were too preoccupied with their own tasks, far too busy to pay him any mind.Â
Rounding the corner with his hands tucked deep into his pockets, his eyes scanned the halls of the hospital before landing on a specific room, PATIENT ROOM 325. He glanced to the left, then to the right, and after making sure that no one was around, he pulled the handle of the door and opened it just enough to slip into the room.Â
It was dark, and the only light came from the open windows in front of him, casting a soft glow. The full moon hung brightly in the sky and the stars were on full display tonight, and it would have been a beautiful sight if he wasnât focused on something else. A couple of feet away from the window was a stereotypical hospital bed, or what he could assume was a hospital bed, with the curtains drawn around it. There was no other noise in the room besides the faint hum of a few machines by the bedside and the occasional sound of crickets from outside, which caused him to question if there was perhaps anybody in the room.Â
Taking another step forward, he reached forward and grabbed one side of the curtain, prepared to see who (if anybody) was lying in the bed. However, a voice stopped him dead in his tracks.Â
âYou know weâre supposed to stay away from each other.â The voice was hoarse, but still recognizable, and his heart clenched at the sound. He stepped forward, grasping at the curtain in front of him, his knuckles turning white from how firmly he was gripping the material. There was an internal war raging inside of him, trying to decide if he could even bear to see you in your current state. However, he soon decided against his current judgement and before he could reason against himself, he yanked the curtains aside to reveal the sight of you before him.Â
In all honesty, you could have fared worse from the whole ordeal, but you managed to only make it out with slight dehydration and some minor cuts and bruising. Nevertheless, Felixâs breath hitched at the sight of you as he slowly approached the side of your bed. Even with your hair a mess, the prominent bags underneath your eyes, and a small but tired smile, he couldnât help but think that you were the most beautiful person that he has ever laid eyes on.Â
âYouâre doing it again,â you purse your lips, your eyes narrowing as you drink in his figure in the moonlight.Â
âDoing what?âÂ
âLooking at me like I hung both the moon and the stars in the sky.âÂ
He was thankful for the dimness of the room to conceal the flush of his cheeks. Approaching your bedside, he sat at the very edge of the bed, almost afraid to get any closer, as if one slight movement would break you. The both of you soon fell into a comfortable silence, but there was a slight amount of awkward tension that hung in the air. You wanted to tell him so many things, spend the rest of your lifetime apologizing for dragging him into this mess, but you couldnât bring yourself to say a wordâeverything you want to say sitting heavily on your tongue. Instead, you gingerly moved your hand to brush over his own and let it rest on top of his own as he interlocked your fingers together. There it was, a silent conversation exchanged between the two of you, and when you gave his hand a long squeeze, he gave you a small squeeze back.Â
There were sounds coming from outside of your room, the sound of low chatter followed by the brisk footsteps was enough for Felix to recoil his hand abruptly and to stand suddenly. It was the cold wave of reality raining down on the both of you, that he shouldnât be here and you shouldnât be seeing someone like him.Â
âYou know it wasnât your fault, right, all of this wasnât your fault,â you muttered, choking back tears. You reached up to grab his hand once again, feeling his body slightly tense up at your touch. This was a cruel world and the two of you were simply living proof of that statement, unable to change your fate and the bad luck that came with it. Ultimately, the entire plot was an elaborate plan by Stray Kidsâ rival gang in order to draw attention to them at that prestigious school and keep the gang in the limelight to distract from the nefarious activities executed by NCT. And for the most part, while it seemed like everything turned out alright in the end, there were consequences that needed to be paid.Â
After spending some long hours in the police station, Felix was finally released after being found innocent of any involvement in your attack. Not only did he earn a complete berating from Chan, but he was also banned from seeing you, and if he was caught well, the wrath of Chan was going to come raining down on him once more. But for you he was willing to risk it, you were different from every other risk that he has ever taken in his life, and if he was being completely honest, you were the best one. And he would like to think that he could one day reap the rewards.Â
You on the other hand, were rushed to the hospital where you were met with your parents on the phone, demanding lawyers and the police enforcement catch whoever did this to their child. Immediately they blamed Felix, and would not listen to a single word you said defending him. Their minds were already made up, and in their minds he had tainted youâchanged you from their perfect and lovely child, into someone just like them.Â
âYou canât change my mind, sweetheart, my decision is final,â your mother declares, shuffling around the hospital room, rearranging your items that were haphazardly thrown around the room. Your dad stood in the corner with his arms folded across his chest, not uttering a word against your motherâs declaration.Â
âYou want me to move halfway across the world after Iâve gotten into the most prestigious university here, and youâre telling me not to be upset?â you throw up your hands in exasperation, sitting up in the bed.Â
Your sudden outburst caused your mother to stop in her tracks, before taking three steps closer towards your bed, until she was only a few feet away. Her eyebrows were scrunched together, the look in her eyes was enough to send chills down your spine, and the snarl sitting on her lips let you know that you were about to be in a deep pile of shit.Â
â[Y/N], Iâm going to tell you once more and after that I donât want to hear any more complaints from you anymore, understand? We are all moving to America and away from this wretched place and thatâs final,â she spat at you, before turning away and resumed tidying the room, âyou need a fresh start away from this tainted place, I mean, look at what youâve becomeâinfected by those vermin, and look what they turned you into! A fresh start will be good for all of us, and maybe finally getting away from those despicable people can you finally return to how you were.â
Your mother was never a woman who actively changed her mind once it was set on something, and her latest decision was no different. Everything was practically being finalized as you and Felix both, the entire house being condensed into cardboard boxes then placed on a plane to go to America, and you were going to join them in a few days.Â
âYou should probably get back soon,â your voice was barely above a whisper and if it was any quieter the strawberry blond would have missed everything that you had uttered. HIs jaw visibly clenched at your words, his face turned away from you so you couldnât see the internal turmoil that was written across his featuresâeyebrows furrowed, a deep frown sitting on his lips and a storm brewing within his brown eyes. âI donât want to get you into more trouble than I already have.âÂ
âAnd what if I donât want to go?âÂ
He turned around to face you, his usually warm brown eyes now ablaze, and you could only describe the expression on his face as the most passionate that you have ever seen him. Reaching out for your hand, he grasped it, intertwining his fingers with your own and gripping onto you as if his life depended on it.Â
âPlease, donât make this harder than it already is,â you turned your head away from him, feeling tears fighting to spill over. He didnât need to see you like this and it would only make it harder to say goodbye. With one blink, the tears start falling, cascading down your cheeks before dribbling down onto the sterile hospital sheets below.Â
Felix couldnât help but feel his heart break at the sight, and instead opted to gingerly pull you into his arms. Your head rested against his chest, your tears soaking his shirt and sobs wracking your body as he patted your back soothingly. He wasnât sure how long the two of you stayed there like it, but it was only until your sobs had turned into quiet sniffles and your tears had almost ceased.Â
âI donât know what the future will hold for the both of us, but I promise you, I will find you. I donât care how long it will take, but someday I will make my way back to you,â his voice was soft, the softest that you have ever heard from him, but instead of feeling the usual comfort from his words, you couldnât help but feel a cold sense of dread wash over you.Â
âYou shouldnât make promises that you canât keep,â you muttered. His body stiffened at your words, and it was as if the confusion was radiating off of him, and it was only when you pulled your body away could you really see his face.Â
ten.
Bidding goodbye to some of your classmates, you readjusted your backpack before walking out of the cafe and into the busy street. America was certainly nothing like you could have ever imagined, in more ways than one it was similar to the city that you grew up, but completely different at the same time. In the six months that you have been here, you have adjusted to the best of your ability. Everything from the culture to the language, at first completely baffled you, but as you listened to the locals aimlessly chat amongst themselves as you walked down the sidewalk, you couldnât help but feel as if you fit right in.Â
The sun was high in the sky, the warm rays shining down on you, as you carefully slipped your sunglasses over your eyes and continued walking. In the distance, you faintly heard the sound of a motorcycle roaring in the distance. The revving of the engine continues to get louder, until you one zoom past you and continue on towards the highway. Not that it mattered, but you couldnât make out the driver behind the tinted helmet, and for some reason that caused the ache in your heart to return.Â
You paused for a second, just as the pedestrian signal turned green, allowing you to cross the street. Around you people moved forward, carrying on with their conversations, but you were frozen on one side of the street. And suddenly you were back in there all over again, the familiar feeling of his arm wrapped around your waist, the melodic sound of his laughter ringing in your ears, and the stupidly cute smile that always seemed to grace his lips whenever you were around. Every memory about him seemed to crash over you, until you were drowning in a sea of moments where you could never return.Â
Your heart clenched at the thought, and briefly you allowed yourself to wonder about him. Over the months that you have spent here, you have repressed every thought about him. In the beginning everything reminded you of him, he was everywhere, and nowhere at the same time. However, as time went on, it became easier. You made new friends, went to new places, and slowly but surely you started to accept that this was the way that things wereâand you were coming to terms with your newfound reality. But sometimes you days like these happen, and youâre suddenly crippled with the thought of him.Â
However, you are instead learning how to swim, and managing to stay afloat in the ocean of memories. You were learning to breathe without him by your side. You exhaled, releasing a shaky breath, before refocusing on the crosswalk in front of you. Looking both ways and making sure that the light was green, you continued walkingâone foot in front of the other.Â
You were grateful that he walked into your life. He taught you lessons that you could have never learned on your own, and gave you memories that you would never trade for the world. In the end, while it was never meant to be, you would never forget the taste of the fruit that you were never meant to haveâthe irresistible sweetness of a boy named Lee Felix.
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Road to Hell (Wait for Me, Iâm Coming) Part Two - Kit / Ty Hadestown AU
(Part One)
Ty rubbed his face tiredly, as he stared at another chicken-scratch parchment in the Unseelie Courtâs library. He looked up and saw that Dru was fast asleep, gently snoring into her crossed arms, while Anush was dazedly flipping through pages of a huge leatherbound book. Mark had left a while ago, muttering something about getting some food for them but he hadnât returned yet.
Ty looked down at his research, the collected notes he had written over the last day and a half and suddenly it seemed pitiful, compared to the task ahead. Ty could feel the panic rising, his chest tight and he concentrated on the feel of the rough paper underneath his fingertips. He had to get Kit out of Hell and he was taking notes, like he was back in the Scholomance and this was an assignment, instead of⌠instead of the most important fucking thing in the world.
He hadnât told Kit how he felt yet. They had only just re-entered each otherâs lives over the past two months and were still doing a wary dance as they relearned each otherâs steps after three years apart.
There had been a hesitant scene in the L.A. Instituteâs atrium when Kit had strolled in, almost as if he had never left, all sunshine gold hair, eyes the colour of a clear autumn sky, and a husky voice with just the slightest hint of an English accent.
There had been the angry, sparse time when Helen had sent them on a patrol together and they had strode along in miserable silence until Kit had finally stopped him and asked where Livvy was- and Ty had snapped back at him, the wound still raw, that he was trying to make amends for everything heâd done but heâd had to do it alone and he wasnât ready to talk about it. The fragile moment when Kitâs face had crumpled briefly and he told Ty he was sorry he had left and that Ty had had to do it alone. And the appearance of the Raum demons a minute later, interrupting them- but then the glimpse of how it could be, as Kit had stopped him after the attack and insisted on drawing the iratze on Tyâs forearm, his face a study of concentration as they sat in the car before driving back to the Institute.
There had been fleeting, glorious moments in the training room when they had sparred, the pretence of combat a freeing sensation for Ty, as he felt able to finally touch Kit and the look Kit had given him, his breath an uneven whisper on Tyâs collarbone after he pinned him to the floor, almost helping Ty make his decision. But it hadnât been enough - and the agonising choice of whether to knock - and still being a coward and walking away, almost too quickly, from Kitâs door.
And then that moment in the clearing. When Kit had done the stupid, honourable Herondale thing and sacrificed himself for the rest of them. Ty didnât think heâd do the same if the situation was reversed - but then again, he was a Blackthorn.
From far away, he could hear a tearing, ripping sound and he came back to himself, noting the confetti of yellow parchment floating down to the ground around him, as he paced back and forth, paper strewn around him and his hands moving almost mechanically as he shredded his carefully taken notes.
Anush looked over at him, finally noticing Tyâs pacing and his eyes widened. And just then, Mark re-appeared in the doorway, carrying a large tray. He let out a curse as he saw Ty, almost knocking over the tray in his hurry to put it down. He crossed the room quickly to stand in front of Ty, gentle as he placed his hands over his brotherâs as he clasped them a firm grip. This time, Ty let him in and he drew in a few deep, shuddering breaths as he let the small remains of paper drop.
âItâs all right,â he told Mark. âI have them all memorised.â
Mark nodded. âItâs wise to not leave the notes to Hade unguarded,â he said. He paused. âAlthough perhaps a bit unkind to the brownie cleaners - but no matter, Iâll arrange to speak to them.â
There was a stretch of silence. âIâm leaving tomorrow morning,â Ty said. âI canât wait too long- we donât know if time moves differently in Hades compared to the rest of Faerie and I canât risk it.â
Markâs eyes searched Tyâs face - not seeking eye contact but a different kind of reassurance. He seemed to find it, and he dropped Tyâs hands. âThen weâll prepare to go together - youâre not going alone,â he said. A chorus joined in - a rousing if slightly terrified response from Anush, and a sleepy affirmation from Dru, who appeared to have just woken up.
Ty felt a brief moment of terror that he was bringing more people into what his research told him was likely a suicide mission⌠but the ice cold shiver of memories and Livvyâs pleading, drained face swam into view and he swallowed his protests. He didnât think he could go through it alone again.
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The ivory keys of the grand piano were always immaculately polished and Kit wondered whose job it was to clean them. His job was to play the music and he thanked - well, it wasnât God and it wasnât the Angel Raziel - but he thanked his lucky stars that he had picked up some basic songs from Jace the previous summer when he had visited the New York Institute, and that Jem had considered learning to read music by sight an essential part of a well-rounded education, alongside Kitâs Shadowhunter training and mundane school.
In contrast to the bright electric fluorescence that lit the warren of overly warm machinery-filled rooms that Kit had started to refer to as Hadestown, Persephoneâs conservatory was different, with its faded white, latticed walls and high glass ceilings letting in the smallest fraction of outside light.
It reminded him of where he had lived with Jem, Tessa and Mina - in⌠C- In Cir- Kitâs mind stuttered. He didnât know how long he had been here - the days were starting to blur together and he was worried he was starting to forget more than just the little things.
He stared down at the piano keys as the large ornamental clock on the wall struck eleven. Like clockwork precision, Persephone waltzed in, her movements sultry but sulky as always. She threw some new music books at Kit and he caught them awkwardly, balancing them on his lap.
âThese ones - I donât care which one you play first today,â she said, sitting down on the long fainting couch across from him, her black hair spilling over the white satin fabric as she rested her head. Kit tried not to stare at her deep decolletage, which was prominently framed by the tight red dress she was wearing. She noticed as he turned away and her gaze was hungry as she looked at him.
Kit looked down as he chose a music book and blindly opened it to a first page he saw. He started playing, a crooning jazz number singing out underneath his fingers. He didnât know if it was because he was in Faerie or the spell he could feel he was under but he was a much better musician here than in the mundane world. The tight, lost look on Persephoneâs face began to relax as the melody echoed in the conservatory.
As he finished the first song and began another, his movements almost automatic, Kit allowed himself to think again, of escape - of returning to the land of the living - to his family, to the Shadowhunter institutions he was slowly becoming accustomed to again, to⌠Ty. To what might be between them, although he had almost strangled that hope, locked it away tight and deep inside his heart. What they had resurrected - if that word could be used - given previous circumstances was almost a miracle, Kit thought, hard fought for and one that he hadnât been about to throw away on foolish too-soon declarations of love. Even so, when he had seen that faerie arrow aimed straight at Tyâs heart, he hadnât hesitated. He might not be ever able to tell Ty how he felt but at least he had been able to show it in his actions, he mused.
And he wasnât about to give up on leaving this hellhole, although each unrelenting day in this dull, dark and depressing place of dust and hollow-eyed workers pulled at that hope. But he clung to his memories - to the now-dimly lit memories of the outside world. Of his love for a black-haired, grey-eyed boy with his sharp intellect and fierce love of his family, who saw the world in a different light than most, and was - had been willing - and maybe, might be willing again to share it with Kit.
The last note rang out as he finished the song and he drew his hands back, muscles aching. He had been playing for nearly an hour. In the sudden silence, Persephone let out a ragged sigh.
âWho is the love that you play for, boy?â she said, her voice ancient and rough. She rose from the couch and crossed the floor, her dress swishing across the smooth marble. âI have heard many love songs in my years⌠but yours is one that I havenât heard in an eon. Tell me their name.â Her green eyes glistened with unshed tears.
But Kit remained silent. He knew instinctively if he said Tyâs name, he would lose it. He shook his head, his lips pressed together.
Persephone narrowed her eyes, and she reached out, as if to stroke his brow. Kit evaded her and stood up. He had been coming to play for her for several times now, and he had started to learn her ways. He needed a distraction. âI saw that crack in the wall- is that new, Persephone?â Kit lowered his voice as he gestured across the room. âI know youâre a captive as much as I am. Let me help you- we can escape together and then I will tell you.â
Persephoneâs laugh was as dry as a winterâs wind as she sized him up. âOh, thatâs adorable, my sweet-â she said. âBut I made my choice long ago and itâs--â her eyes suddenly moved past him. âItâs the love I deserve,â her voice suddenly was filled with honey and springtime.
Kit knew that Hades had arrived, and he tried to quell the fear rising in him as he turned around.
The man - fae - god or whatever he was - was standing in the doorway, casually watching them.
âLeave him,â he said in his deep voice. âI desire your company.â
Persephone swept past Kit without another word and draped herself across Hades. âOf course my darling- I am here. What shall we do?â
Hades took a moment to whisper into her ear and Persephone looked uncomfortable but let out a deep, throaty chuckle. âOf course.â
Hades smiled, with a devilish twist and he pulled her away, starting down the hall.
But then he stopped and looked back at Kit. âYour shift here has ended - get back on the assembly line.â
Kit looked down at his rough workerâs uniform, smeared with rust and dust and he forced himself to nod evenly - he knew from past experience that it was unwise to argue with Hades.
Hadesâ firelit eyes swept over him. âAnd once that is over - come see me in my office.â
And at that, Kit knew that he was in trouble. Hades had summoned him twice since his arrival to his office, after the initial contract signing. Each time afterwards Kit had found himself weak and gasping on the floor outside, his mind blank and unsure of what had passed behind the walls of the office. Nothing good, he thought grimly - and that was likely the cause of his increasingly fuzzy memory recall.
He needed to escape and soon. He nodded again and Hades left with Persephone. Kit started to make his way to the factory floor. On his way out of the conservatory, he bumped into a small, bird-framed girl with a luminous beauty and whose too-large eyes must have been lively once but were now faded and glazed over with the thousand yard stare that all Hadesâ workers had. That he might soon have. âWhatâs your name?â Kit asked the girl, trying not to sound desperate.
She looked up at him. âI- Eu- IâŚâ she looked puzzled and sad. âI donât know.â she said.
Kit felt a stab of despair.
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More Together
Decided to finish off this thing I started back in Janury in honor of the Carnage trailer. Zadr Venom AU. Yes, Zim is named Doom, because how was I supposed to resist? Likes, replies, and reblogs appreciated!
Rated: T
Warnings: Mild mentions of gore/Venom canon-typical cannibalism, alcohol, and a brief moment where Dib remembers that he likes aliens a lot.Â
Wordcount: 1175
In his twenty-four years of life, Dib had seen and been through a lot. Heâd been knocked on his ass by more paranormal creatures than he could count, had lost six bs for one reason or another, and had worn his throat out screaming into three different pillows, two of which heâd then torn to shreds.
This, though?
This was new.
His arms rested against a creaking oak banister as a head made of a viscous substance that wasnât quite black (but it was so deep of a red it may as well have been) settled on his arm, thick strands woven around his bicep underneath his sleeve. Â That head had enveloped his entire body, had- had-
God, he could still taste the viscera sliding down his throat, still feel the crunch of skull between his teeth. He reached his free hand up, tugging his top lip up to make sure that he hadnât grown shark teeth outside of the transformation. The sharpness of his canines wasnât very encouraging.
There had been rumors of an alien crash. It had been dark, and heâd only had his flashlight and a taser, and yes, it was incredibly stupid, but that was what he did. Went off into dangerous places to prove the unprovable, to capture the uncapturable, to find the truth that no one else could or would. There had been searchlights, and heâd ducked behind a tree and cursed himself for forgetting to charge his phone. A cat had wandered past, and heâd only had seconds to consider how strange its eyes were when the searchlight had flashed on them before something had leapt forward and smothered him, an icy chill sinking through his skin and through muscles and bones to curl around his heart like a fist.
Heâd run, ripped up his entire apartment for whatever food he could find, and then had started hearing voices other than his own. That was something he had been certain heâd grown out of, at least outside of hauntings. (Getting kicked out of the kidâs asylum three times meant you were either sane or so round-the-bend nobody could do anything for you anyway.)
An hour later, heâd turned into a monster, ripped a manâs head off, and stuffed it down his throat, so needless to say things had gone rather downhill from there.
The voice had pulled itself out of his skin with ruby pupil-less eyes and the most oil-slick and disgusting head Dib had ever seen, called itself Doom, declared they would be perfect together, and then passed out on his arm, half-sinking back into the skin. Which was where they were now, on the back porch of a bar that Dib had long since learned didnât ask many questions as long as he paid his tab on time. He was glad he was wearing the trench coat that had both sleeves fully intact to hide his new âfriendâ, because even apathetic barmen may have been just a bit curious about the literal fucking alien chilling on and squirming under the skin inside a patronâs arm.
The porch had cleared out with the November chill, and Dib swigged a third shot of whiskey to wash the taste of guts from his throat.
âStop that.â Oh, goody, the eyes were back.
âStop what?â
âThat horrible tasting sludge. I command you!â Dibâs arm jerked. He would have spilled the drink if he hadnât already finished it, condensation dripping down and flattening a bit of hair on his wrist.
âI needed to-â There were other people staring at him. He narrowed his eyes, snarling, and they quickly looked away. Still, he dialed down the volume. âI needed to get the taste out of my mouth.â
âIntestines taste delicious, that liquid just burns!â
âIntestines taste like- like guts, guts donât taste good raw!â Dib hissed back.
âThey do, your unrefined human palate just has to adjust, then youâll see.â Doom flopped Dibâs arm around a little more. âYou need more muscle, muscle comes from meat!â
âLook, just because proteinâs expensive-â
âEating people is free,â the alien still hanging out on Dibâs arm said smugly, tendrils creeping down Dibâs other arm and shifting around his neck. Â
âEating peopleâs going to get real expensive if anyone catches us,â Dib said, fighting back his immediate monkey-brain xenophiliac responses to what felt like tentacles caressing his skin, pressing down just hard enough that it was clear Doom was only arguing as a formality and could probably regain control at any time. âLook. Itâs not that there arenât people who donât deserve-â
âOf course there are! Weâre on the same page!â Doom pulled back, reforming next to Dibâs neck, and the man pulled his coat collar up. âThere is pain in you, Dib, rejection and fear, but together, we can fix it. Together, we hunt both man and beast-â
â-Sort out the frauds and the stupid cops and people who deserve to be eaten, and manage catch the real things,â Dib muttered as Doom purred, actually nuzzling against him. Like some kind of gooey alien cat.
âYes, yes, exactly! You have strength and intelligence, I have power beyond your wildest dreams. Humans have rejected you-â
âThanks a lot, goo-boy,â Dib interjected before Zim continued, one tendril tightening around his thigh as a warning but only drawing a rush of blood to his cheeks.
â-But I have not. On my planet, they misunderstand my genius, but here- here, I can be more. We can be more. You are the only being worthy of me, Dib-human. Be honored!â
There was something to the bright echoey timbre that Doom had that didnât quite fit the fact that the only solid thing about him (them, it?) were the rows of razor-sharp teeth, but it was rapidly endearing Dib to the alien. Maybe it was the edge from the booze, or maybe that guy theyâd ripped to shreds had been running high enough on adrenaline that the hormone was being digested and processed by now and making him go stupid.
âYou know what?â Dib licked his lips, getting the last of the whiskey taste out as Doom gagged next to him. âI call the targets.â
âIs that a yes?â
âOn a trial basis, understand? I can still find some way to fry you out of me, but Iâm not about to look a superpowered gift alien in the mouth. Yet.â
He really hoped that the nip Doom made on his neck was supposed to be playful, but the fact that the alien was rumbling happily and pulsing joy through his body meant it was probably a good bet.
(Dib ended up puking up the whiskey twenty minutes later while Doom alternated cussing at him and crowing about being right. It was only remembering just how strong heâd felt when theyâd been together that kept Dib from trying to make him stop with the blowtorch stuffed in the back of his closet.)
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Rose Redâs All Hallows Eve: Preordained Position
Summary- 5.8k Curtis Everett x You. Your boyfriend got you tickets to a charity Haunted House, and the special features include immersed scenes from the movie of your choice. Once you hear that the one and only Curtis Everett from Snowpiercer is a part of the choices, you just have to go. Prepare for a night of apocalyptic fun!Â
Warnings- Brutal Killing, Drug Use, Non Con/Dub Con, Swears. Read at your own risk.Â
A/N- Written for @jtargaryen18 Haunted House 2020. Be sure to read the warnings for each chapter. The page dividers were made by @firefly-graphicsâ , I highly suggest checking out her work, its really excellent and a bit of everything to choose from. The manor described in this story, Rose Red, is a piece of work from Stephen King, and I highly suggest watching the tv mini series, if you can find it. Perfect for this time of year. Special thanks to @what-is-your-plan-todayâ for being my Beta in this project. Happy Reading and Haunting! đđ đš
Chapter 2 / Rose Redâs All Hallows Eve Masterlist
âWhy the fuck we keeping her?â Edgar sneered at you. You swallowed and looked away feeling a little more exposed now it was just the five of you left. Edgar, Grey, Nam, Curtis and of course you. Somehow you've made it this far.Â
Curtis searched through the room, but found little of much use, his boot pushing aside children's bodies while he went through desks and bins. Straightening, he responded finally to Edgarâs question.Â
âBecause she's useful, Wilfordâs pet. Even if he sent her to the tail end, he hasn't lost track of her. If we kill the bitch now, what leverage do we have? Besides, she gave us information. Before we came in this car, she told me to watch out.âÂ
You looked down and shrugged a bit. âI didn't know it was going to be like this.âÂ
âWell, we could have come out of it a lot worse. I should have listened.â Curtis paused for a moment at Tonya and reached down to close the woman's eyes, sighing at the lost members of their group once more. Moving to a stand and grabbing a hold of the handle of his ax, he nodded to Nam. âWe move forward.âÂ
This time when Curtis jerked you to his side, it wasn't as rough, checking your shoulder with prods of his fingers. âThis needs to be sealed off or else you are going to get weak and pass out. I'm not dragging you along.âÂ
You could already feel the pain and blood loss starting to tire you out. âNext car, itâs medical, dentistry⌠other stuff.â You try to remember, but it's getting hazier now, doubting yourself after all the differences youâd already encountered compared to what youâd expected.
âMedic. Good. We can get them to patch us up.â Curtis nodded as he gave you a gentle push forward. Nam opened the next door and you stepped through wondering what hell you were all going to find this time.Â
Thankfully, it was nice, much nicer than any of the other carriages you have been in. Wide open rooms lined the sides of a red carpet, and Curtis peeked in each one in turn as you walked down the middle. Edgar and Grey remained at the rear, clearly on guard should anything pop out. But nothing happened, in fact the people filling this cart seemed to ignore each of you completely, which suited you fine. Curtis paused at a room which contained what looked like a doctor treating a patient, and steered you in there. For the first time since youâd entered this cart someone seemed to notice you two.Â
âIâm with a patient.â The doctor remarked, pulling away with a needle he had been injecting the man's face with. You couldn't help the wince you gave at the man's now unnatural looking face, much like those grinning kids that would haunt you probably for the rest of your life.Â
Curtis obviously didn't give a shit, using his axe to point at the door. âGet out before I carve your heart out.â The simple threat from this menacing man left the patient scrambling to get past everyone, scoffing when he brushed against Edgar and wiping the invisible dirt from his shirt. Edgar made like he was going to throw his own weapon, lining him up. âBe so easy ya knowâ Just one fling.âÂ
âEdgar get your ass in here and let's get you fixed up.â Curtis grunted as he eased his coat off, and then you could see where his shirt had been shredded, unaware of just how much damage he had taken.Â
At first concern bloomed through your chest, worried at what you were seeing. The doctor tutted as he started to patch up Curtisâs back, muttering under his breath. Then you started to remember this man kept you alive just cause you were useful, raped you because he thought you were nothing more then Wilfordâs whore and your concern melted away as fast as it had appeared.
âGet over here Little Bird and let him look at your shoulder.â Curtis snapped when you were glaring at him, as he pushed off the seat. Just as he was moving to a stand, the doctor's hand whipped out from his jacket pocket and stabbed a needle into Curtisâs neck, pushing whatever was in the vial into his system.Â
With a yell Curtis whipped around and grabbed at the doctor's neck, his fingers digging into the column of his throat, but he started to collapse. Behind you the same thing was happening to Grey, Edgar and Nam, all caught unaware by guards who had seemingly appeared from nowhere, each man crumbling down into a heap on the floor. The doctor wrenched Curtisâs hand off him, and stepped away, tossing the used needle aside. You backed into a corner as the militia men came to collect each one of your captors, dragging them away. You tried to follow as they took Curtis, but the doctor stopped you sharply. âOh I don't think so Y/N.âÂ
âHow do you know my name?â You snapped, trying to wrench away from him. This frail but surprisingly strong man smirked.Â
âWilford already filled us in.â He stretched your arm out and used a prepared needle to stab you, even while you tried struggling.Â
âWhere is he? He put me in this placeâ You tried to get answers, wriggling to get him to release you, but whatever he injected immediately hit you. This time when you started to go under, it wasn't nearly as painful as last time and the last thing you heard was the doctor's calming voice.Â
âIf you survive this next couple of cars, you will meet with him.âÂ
And then it was nothing but darkness, blessed darkness and you hoped to stay there for the rest of the time.Â
You woke to hands pawing at you, hot lips on your neck and your body being tossed back and forth as parts of your clothing got pulled off. When your eyes sprang open, you seemed to be in a pit, loud people standing above you looking down at you, laughing at your expense as they stared at you like you were an animal in a zoo. They started pouring bottles of cheap champagne over you till you were spluttering from being unable to breath without inhaling the alcohol, and they sprinkled you with something foul smelling, Even blowing the powder down at your face forcing you to inhale it. What the fuck? You try rubbing your face when everything starts fading in and out of focus, a slurred giggle bubbling from your chest. âW-what?â
Suddenly Edgar pushed you back, joined by Grey while they both jerked your pants down and you squealed in shock at the two men, each one wild eyed and giving that unnatural grin that scared you. You tried twisting away from them, desperately attempting to claw your way away. âNo, no not again.â you sobbed. Just as you had almost pulled yourself free from the pit, a laughing front ender shoved their foot against your forehead and pushed you back into Grey and Edgarâs arms where they started grinding their aching bodies into your ass, hip, wherever they could while they hotly panted against your face. Whatever they gave you was making you lose your will to fight slowly, and Edgar rubbed a handful back under your nose so you breathed it in once more. Your eyes swept down to see that it was kronole and you suddenly realized that was the reason your mind was so foggy. As that thought broke through the mist in your brain you tried pulling away but to no avail.
Greyâs hands pulled you down to lay in the pit all the time the circle of people above remained jeering at your impeded state while he rutted through his clothing against you.Â
You were about to be raped again and couldn't stop it. In fact you were getting to the point you didn't care, the more the kronole messed with your senses. You went limp, the two men manipulating you back and forth between them, bites to your neck and shoulders, hands grabbing your breasts through your braâŚ
And then, your addled mind registered a roar of rage which came from somewhere above, and a dark shadow loomed over the group standing around your pit. You shrunk back in fear, as Grey and Edgar looked up in surprise.Â
Curtis dropped into the pit, clearly out of his mind too from kronole, but he was far more intimidating. âShe's mine.â he snarled, and slammed both men away from you. He grabbed your hips, and jerked you against him, and his hand moved into your hair, ripping your head back viciously enough to make you scream. âJust proving my point, youâre Wilfordâs whore rubbing against these boys.â He bit against your lips and pushed you back to sprawl against the ground. Grey was the first to recover, going for Curtis in a rage for being interrupted when Curtis whipped around, grabbing Greyâs head and giving a vicious wrench, twisting it till it jerked at an unnatural angle before he tossed his body out of the pit. Edgar came next, eyeing Curtis as he circled him, looking to attack. You tried to pull yourself up the wall when Curtis wrenched you back into him.Â
âYou couldn't get away last time, you're not getting away this time.â Above the drugged onlookers cheered, breaking more kronole and sprinkling it down over the three of you. Curtis inhaled the powder deeply once more as it settled all over his face like a dusting of ash, and his pupils blew almost black suddenly. Dropping you, he twisted and attacked Edgar, the two men unevenly matched and equally out of their minds. Curtis had the upper hand being bigger and he ended up crashing Edgar's head over and over into the steel side of the pit, once his head was completely crushed in, he let him go and turned towards you.Â
Curtis was nothing but a kronole crazed demon now his face covered in the green dust of the drug. The lighting above continued shifting back and forth as more people packed in to watch, but your depraved audience faded out as the man came stalking towards youâŚ
And then that fog descended on your brain once more and you realized you didnât want to stop him. You were a slave to the heat rising in your chest and the clenching of your core at wanting this man to fuck you, needing him to fuck you. You scrambled over to him and leaped to wrap your arms and legs around him, grinding yourself into his tented pants, your nails digging into his jacket. You knew that if you didnât fuck him right now, you would have to someone else. He slammed you into the wall, crushing your chest against his hard one, clearly experiencing the same madness you were, that driving need to pound into you. Edgar and Grey had done half the work before you were drugged, but now Curtis and his dirty clothes crushing the air from you was making you hotter, wetness coating the front of his pants as you gave a grind.
âFuck me.â You finally hoarse out while trying to open the front of his pants.Â
Curtis grasped your wrist and easily pinned them back, spitting in your face. âMine, that pussy belongs to me. Fuck those boys, and Fuck Wilford.âÂ
You nodded and arched to give him room to get his cock out, causing you to look up, temporarily blinded once more as the partying people started to pour and throw random stuff down at you, garbage, more kronole dust, pouring that cheap champagne. But you didn't feel the stuff bouncing off you, nor did you hear the jeers at how nasty the tail enders were. No, all you could feel was Curtis as he slammed into you. So fast and hard, that you locked your legs harder around his hip, his grunts at how you were so tight around him were nothing but whooshing air right out of his lungs. Setting a brutal pace, fucking you into the wall, he used your body harshly, bruising you and you didnât care. You didn't care that he was fisting his hand in your hair, or that his teeth were sinking into your neck and shoulders while his grunts matched each slamming slap on your body against the wall.Â
For you it was satisfaction at the burn, the hard rage he was forcing into your body. Your eyes rolled back while he arched himself to bite and kiss on your breasts, marking them with broken skin and lapping the blood that started to seep down your cleavage. It felt good, all so good that you couldn't hold yourself back and started cumming on his cock with no warning.Â
âCurtis- fuck I cant.â you started as he angled your hips, dragging his cock through clenching muscles and bottoming out. Those grinds against your clit, started you right back up again.Â
âMine.â was all he said, his pupils still black soulless orbs, a grin that scared the shit out of you and you could do nothing but hang on once more as he used your body, marking you every which way, forcing you open around his cock over and over till you were ragdoll limp between him and the wall until he brought you off again, crying cause it was too much.Â
Then he finally jerked into you, his cum bringing you back aware at the soreness of your body, the sweaty ache and rawness where you were rubbed against him, between your thighs, sticky with a sharp ache. Your mind cleared, suddenly aware of where you were an what had happened and you took a shaky breath, your head sagging back against the wall as you fought back tears of despair. Curtis slowed, panting against your shoulder, and when he lifted away, those blue eyes you were familiar with were back, confusion as to what had happened was creased in every single line of his face, and he let your hands go, numb as they fell. You swiped your trembling hand over his kronole covered face quickly to wipe it away and you jerked his shirt over his nose. âDon't inhale anymore!â You pleaded and he pulled away, his hands falling to your hips to hold you standing as your legs were shaking.Â
âWe have to get out of here. What's the next car?â He yanked his jacket off and swept it around you, covering your mouth and nose with the collar as you tried to figure out how you two were supposed to get out and through the people, who you now realized were also out of there fucking minds from the kronole. Curtis didn't seem to hesitate though, approaching the edge, he grabbed someone's legs and yanked, sending them sprawling and laughing, pulling them over the edge and kicking at their heads. âThey are so fucking out of it from kronole and alcohol that they wonât put up to much of a fight.â He kept going, smashing people down till he could crawl out, shouldering others out of the way and reaching with his hand to grasp you. You tried not to step on anyone and held onto his hand as your legs were grabbed, one of the first people recovered enough to make a snatch at you. You screamed, kicking out your legs while Curtis pulled you up. People started to crowd against him, jostling him and also grabbing at you as he managed to get you over the edge and as you straightened up you realized they were trying to push you both back in.Â
âFuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!â they started chanting while Curtis kept you against his chest, pushing you away from the pit.Â
Now you two were alone, weaponless, and being crowded in a mob of frontenders yelling obscenities. âCome on fuckers, we want a show.â Someone grasped at your coat and yanked you into the mob of people, you tried screaming Curtis' name but you were jostled too quickly, shifting from person to person, and you could see Curtis pushing through, trying to keep an eye on you as he split the crowd apart.Â
One thing that the frontenders were not was fighters. Curtis was easily able to shove and punch his way through. You ended up getting slammed into a giant steel door with a W on it, your head colliding painfully making you see stars and you were just coming around as someone was trying to pry open your coat. You slapped at him, and kicked him away, pulling it back closed. Curtis soon joined you, roaring for people to get back which for whatever reason they did, shrinking away enough so he couldn't hit them, making threatening moves to come forward again though hoping to intimidate him. The door behind you creaked, and you grabbed the back of Curtisâs jacket to pull him through, sure that you two would be safe.
 The next room was nothing more than computers. You remembered this part of the movie, realizing that you were near the front and hopefully the end of this nightmare. Once Curtis was through, you slammed the door shut, pressing your forehead against it with a sob of fear while the crowd rushed forward, feeling the steel door shake with the force.Â
âWere safe, for now.â you said as you moved to straighten, and someone other than Curtis spoke.Â
âYes, finally Iâve been waiting for a few days now for you two.âÂ
A shiver racked your body as ice dread filled your veins and you looked over your shoulder to see Curtis shaking too. But not in the same way you were, instead he was trembling in adrenaline and rage at the man sitting so calmly before you. Wilford smiled at the two of you as he brought a fragile cup of steaming tea to his lips and slurped it loudly, smacking his lips. âI will say though, it's been a hell of a show. Sit sit! Coffee, tea? How about a night cap?âÂ
You tug on Curtisâs sleeve to try to get his attention, but he's hyper fixated on Wilford, shaking you off. He storms forward to get his hands on him when Wilford pulls a gun out of his robe, aiming it for Curtis.Â
âAnother step Everett, and I will not hesitate. SIT.âÂ
With a look of absolute hatred on his face, begrudgingly Curtis did as told, whilst you remained still pressed against the door, feeling the slams of bodies pound on the door. âCome Y/N my dear, you have nothing to be worried about.â Wilford said in a manner so happy you wanted to scream at him. Â
Curtis's accusing and hurt eyes turned towards you after Wilford said that, and you shook your head at him.Â
âI swear Curtis, it isn't like that.â although why you were apologizing to your rapist captor you had no idea.
âI fucking know what it was likeâ Curtis spat âThis was all a set up wasn't it?âÂ
Wilford gave a chuckle as he poured liquor into fancy glasses, bringing them to the table.Â
âWell yes, it was a setup Curtis. But I assure you Y/N didn't know.â He pushed the glass to Curtis, and his icy blue eyes twinkled in joy. âBut this is the first time you've gotten this far in a while.â
His head whipped back to Wilford. âGotten this far?âÂ
âOh yes, you don't seem to like staying in your preordained position Curtis.â Wilford sighs as he finishes his drink. You listened intently, this too wasn't right. âBut such is life⌠or death? More like this is our death. So, time for you to return.â Wilford gave a snap of his fingers, and Curtis stiffened, moving to a stand almost robotically.
âCurtis?â you whimpered out a bit seeing him stride back towards you, everything you knew about him was missing as you gazed up at him. He brushed past you, his hand cupped your face, thumb sweeping back and forth over your cheek before whispering. âI'm sorryâŚâ he whispered in such a broken way, your mouth just dropped, gaping at him. Gone was the rage and fight, leaving just sorrow on his face and he slipped out the door back into the crowd. You spun around to watch him disappear into the mob, Wilford watching your reaction curiously. The door slammed shut suddenly, making you jump and spin around to face the only person left with you in the room. âWhy is he sorry? I don't understand what is going on, any of this. Why is he just leaving me here with you?!â your voice breaks as you're saying this, so close to just melting down at the stress and fear that was taking a toll on your body.Â
âHeâs sorry because he knows exactly what this place is and that he caused it. You see, before Curtis was this tailend leader, He was head of a construction crew for Rose Red, back in 1903.â Wilford seemed to struggle with remembering the date. â1904? Anyways, he was laying the foundation of Rose Red, while I was honeymooning with Ellen. I didn't want her to see any of this half finished, so we were touring across the world. Curtis had one major deadline, to finish our house in two years. I received telegraph after telegraph of nothing but issues from him. Working conditions were subpar, men were getting injured or killed in accidents of construction. The demands were unfair, pay not enough.â Wilford rolled his eyes listing the complaints, you were just listening in silence still in shock at what happened. âFinally I had enough, sent back that he was to be removed from the ground by authorities and another hired to take his place. Simple, correct?â He asked as if you were to answer. After a few seconds of those icy blue eyes staring at you he went back to the story. âCurtis thought he had all this âresponsibility' to his men.â Something in him snapped, and that bastard tried to stop the train I had bringing supplies in from the harbor. Curtis didn't just stop the trainâŚâ Wilford gave a chuckle of disbelief. âNo, his attempts derailed the train where it sits now. Screeching metal coming to a stop, and killing hundreds of men onboard, himself included. That day is when Rose Red came to life, all that death, all at once stains the earth, the blood soaking into the dirt while they perished in the smoke and flames, trapped in steel boxes. When something that tragic happens, it stains the earth, trapped energy that allows hell on earth.â
You shook your head in disbelief, snapping out. âImpossible, whatever this is⌠why didn't Curtis just end you, we made it. This sick game you're playing with us. That's all this can be. I paid for an interactive experience, but not this.â Â
âWhatever this is, itâs your fate little girl, accept it.â Wilford cut you off with a snap, smoothing his hands over the fine silk of his robe. âAnd don't worry about Curtis Y/N, he will return safely to the tail end, and start all over again, that is the way it has to be, that is what fate Rose Red wants for him.âÂ
You could feel bile threatening to burn its way up your throat, you couldn't let yourself believe what he was saying, as it was simply impossible. These things didn't exist, they were books and movies, tales told to tell children to scare them into behaving. Ghosts? Haunted Houses. Your mind echoed Bryceâs words earlier that night âYou know that shit isn't realâ. So what was Wilford playing at? You finally snapped, giggling, turning into laughter. Wilford ignored you, till you started screaming at him.
âYOU GO GET STACEY, CAUSE I WANT THE FUCK OFF THIS TRAIN, NOW.â your voice kept getting shriller with each word. âWHEN BRYCE HEARS ABOUT THIS, YOU CAN BET HIS GRANDFATHER WILL HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT THIS CHARITY FUNCTION.âÂ
Wilford arched one brow and chuckled, moving to a stand, and wrapping his fingers around the second untouched glass. âStacey? Y/n, you know what you saw. Wasn't Stacyâs face smashed in?â You closed your eyes, pushing down the image, chanting in your mind, not real, not real, all pretend. âMatter of factually Y/N, you have Bryce to thank for your active participation in Snowpiercer.âÂ
Your eyes snap open at this, narrowing on Wilford âBryce? What does Bryce have to do with whatever this all is?â youâre confused at why your boyfriend would be mentioned and you slide along the wall to keep away from Wilford as he comes closer to you till you bump into the table and fall into Curtisâs seat.Â
âWhy everything Y/N. You see, Rose Red Manor is indeed haunted. My wife Ellen, that is her domain. Your boyfriend happened to break in looking for some artifacts I came back with when we were on our honeymoon in Africa. They would be considered valuable now, but my grandson didn't care to have my collection so they remained in the manor. Bryce though, well he admired the pieces, wanted to study them.â Wilford gave a shake of his head with a sigh. âBryce was of course killed by Ellen. Her rage towards me, makes her banish men's souls to the ground.âÂ
And then your mind recalled the story, Rimbauer infected his wife with some unknown disease while they were on their exotic honeymoon, that was why the rumors went that men who entered Rose Red were gruesomely killed, where women simply disappeared to never be seen againâŚ
âBryce isn't dead, I saw him. I talked to him tonight.â You shook your head
âYes, he's very much alive now Dear, but he wasnât for a time. His body was stuck in the house, ready to rot right where Ellen killed him. But she banished his soul from the house, and left Bryce's soul wandering the grounds, he happened to stumble upon my part of Rose Red, what luck.â Wilford sipped from the glass, swirling it a bit. âYou know I miss the real stuff?â shrugging he set it down. âBryce happened to find me, begging to be brought back, and would give anything to return to the living. I had no interest, all that matters is Rose Red has fresh souls to feed off of. But your boyfriend made a proposition that I was intrigued with. An innocent soul in his place. Do you know how valuable an innocent soul is? So much more to give, cruel I know, the unfairness of using something so pure and innocent to keep his parasite of a house alive. But I must do what can to keep my Ellen happy in life or death. It is my fault she has to live eternity like this.â His cold fingers traced your face, you wrenching back out of his touch. Â
âNo⌠he wouldn't do that, he wouldnât sacrifice meâŚâ you whispered, your throat closing and your heart slamming in your chest. And then the wave of realization crashed over you. of course he would. Bryce was the most selfish man you've ever met.Â
Wilford tsked a bit. âWell one innocent soul isn't enough to feed Rose Red, to give the house enough energy to keep building like Ellen wants. The house must keep growing, Ellenâs soul would die and fade away if she couldn't keep adding more to her collection. I told Bryce two innocent souls, delivered by tonight, and he could leave alive and free. But don't worry, Bryce will pay eventually, you can't make a deal with a devil and expect to walk away untainted.â Â
Not Stacey too. You screamed internally. No wonder Bryce insisted you take her as well.Â
âI must be asleep, a nightmare.â You spit out, your hands shaking as you rubbed at them, trying to wipe off the dried blood, hoping it would wake you up, that all this was some kind of crazy your mind made up. Wilford almost looked sympathetic when he spoke again.
âIâm afraid not Dear. Bryce told me about how you loved this Snowpiercer story, so I figured if you're going to be condemned to this, might as well be enjoyable.âÂ
âI don't want to be condemned! Please how can I get out of this?â You started to figure out ways to bargain, like Bryce apparently did. But Wilford responded with a mere shake of the head.
âAhh, that won't be happening. Innocent souls are much stronger. Rose Red can keep building now⌠many years on you alone. Ellen will be much pleased. Curtis also likes you as well, he was always one of my favorite victims of Rose Red.â Wilford leaned back in his chair. âSince he's banished to an eternity of hell, he deserves someone to make it easier. His own little songbird singing him hope. Any other girl Iâve sent him, he always ends up murdering her before he gets cut down.âÂ
You were whipping your head back and forth, pushing to a stand to start looking for a way out, anyway to get off the train, and Wilford just watched you for a moment processing all that he was saying.Â
âIf it's any help, you will be joined with Stacey again. Maybe your next trip to the front, you will manage to keep her alive.â Wilford moved to a stand as you tried to open the door, yanking on it to open, when he twisted you to face him, your bottom lip trembling as you looked up at him.Â
âPlease⌠I don't deserve this.â you whimpered.Â
âYou donât Dear, but you're going to endure it as we all must. Very few victims of Rose Red actually deserve the fate that has befallen them.â He plucked the Rose from his breast pocket from earlier and laced it through your hair while you trembled, tears rolling down your face as you started to accept the truth of it all.
âYou're not going to let me off this train, are you?â your voice trembled with defeat, and Wilford shook his head.Â
âNo, you now belong to Curtis Dear. His one reward for his life of hell. Although I will leave you with a parting gift. Your memory will remain so you can help him make his way through the Cars to the end. Save you from some of the pain of being brutally killed.â fear washed over your face and Wilford smiled gently to reassure you, although there was no way it was going to make you feel any better, be less afraid. âI will be seeing you again soon Dear.â Wilford said softly before he leaned forward and kissed your forehead, your eyes closing in defeat.Â
You opened to darkness, gasping as you tried to understand where you were. It was intensely cold again, and a dim light came into your view, a tiny fire from a match. A familiar face loomed from the darkness to rake cerulean eyes over you, his head tilting as he looked you up and down.Â
âWilford sent us a present.âÂ
No, not again. You think as you're dropping to your knees to beg Curtis not to hurt you. âPlease, have mercy on me.âÂ
âMercy? Were we ever shown any mercy? I don't know what Wilford was thinking Little Bird, sending you back to me with this innocent act of yours. But donât worry I will make you sing.âÂ
And then he gave a shake of his wrist, killing the match and plunging you both back into the darkness.
Your hell started all over again.
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Midnight Snack
Chapter 25: Blitzo gets peckish.
Warnings: As always, mpreg, and implied animal death. Also stuffing if that needs a tag I guess, and BABY VIOLENCE. (Violence committed by a baby, not against a baby.)
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Blitzoâs stomach gurgled, and his arms tightened around the pillow that he was hugging to his chest. A fussy, hungry stomach wouldnât have necessarily been a problem, except for the fact that it had been doing it for the past hour, and he was just about ready to tear it right out of his skin and rip it in half. Acid sloshed around audibly in his empty gut- or maybe the freeloader wanted more room and was just squashing the organ down so much that it had resorted to griping as loudly as it could. Relatable fuckinâ content right there.
Dinner had been two burgers and fries smothered in hot sauce and mayo from the grease trap down the road, which was more than enough to coast through until breakfast. Besides, heâd be damned if the kid was going to make him deal with the grocery store any more than he had to in this condition. No, he was staying right where he was, especially considering heâd been denied any sleep last night. One day low on sleep was manageable with reduced caffeine, two would suck satanâs left tit.
âCâmon, that was enough and you know it, I donât want you ruining my figure any more than you already have,â he grumbled as the muscles clenched around his stomach, wringing it out like a sponge and drawing a pitiful whine out of his throat. âIâm not gonna just- give in and give you whatever you want, daddyâs gotta do him sometimes and Iâm not letting you empty out the fridge. I ate enough, siphon blood outta my system like a normal leech does. Iâve got plenty of that.â
The reply was another gurgling groan and a hard clench as Blitzoâs empty stomach demanded sustenance, this time loud enough to make his middle vibrate even through the pounds of baby. He stuffed the pillow over his mouth, drool leaking down the case and over his chin as he forced out a scream.
He had to take a few seconds to pant before setting a hand on the side of his stomach, fingers drumming. âThis is a battle of wills, and I am not letting you win. Your baby-daddy already started all this shit, so Iâm just going to treat you the same as him- by ignoring you as long as feasibly possible until you decide to pop up and make everything difficult. Sound good? Yeah, sounds perfect.â There was a nudge from inside and Blitzo nodded in satisfaction at the apparent agreement, settling back down on the bed. Heâd gone to sleep hungry plenty of times before, the baby gut notwithstanding, he just had to muscle through this for the next few-
There was no time to muffle the next scream as a sudden pinching pain went from ânoticeableâ to âholy shit whoâs tearing up my guts with a chainsaw?â, and there was a thud and a shuffling of feet before Loona started pounding on the door.
âYou having a heart attack in there or something?â
Blitzo clutched at his stomach, wheezing as he was clawed apart from the inside out. âN-no!â
âLook, if you die, Iâm on the hook for the rent.â Still, there was a semi-worried vibrato to her voice, and he swallowed down the coppery taste flooding up with the saliva to his mouth.
âIâm- fINE-!â His voice pitched up at another pinch-turned-horrorshow and his claws dug all the way through the pillow, stuffing spilling out like viscera.
âWhat the fuck are you doing in there?â The doorknob jiggled. Where was a portable x-ray when you needed one? Or ultrasound, or whatever the fuck you used to look at a baby that was trying to kill him before it even got out yet. What kind of horrible mouth or claws must it have- oh, fucking hell, Stolas had said something about his kid having a razor-sharp beak from birth, hadnât he?
âOkay, Iâm coming in.â Loona eased the door open, already in her pajamas and clutching a package of opened peanut butter crackers tightly enough that crumbs were sticking to her fingers. âYou look like shit.â
âI feel like shit, so good-â Sharp inhale for breath, let it out- â-To know that Iâm all on the same page.â
She dropped down on the bed with a metallic creak. âWhatâd the kid do now?â
âIt feels like theyâre biting me again, but w-worse- fuck!â Another nip, this one dragging a line on the inside of the womb like they were drift racing in there. Wait, dragging? He swallowed down more coppery bile. âOkay, fine, fine, sheesh, Iâll fuckinâ eat something, happy you little shithead?â
Loona raised an eyebrow. âI didnât say anything.â
Blitzo shoved himself up off the bed to wobbly knees. âJuniorâs gotten real bold, and instead of just sucking up the meat Iâm eating for them like a good little lump, they decided to put me on the menu- ow, fuck, Iâm going, keep your baby-tits on!â
âBabies donât have tits, Blitzo.â
âThey do if I say they do, sweetie.â Blitzo ruffled Loonaâs fur between her ears as he waddled across the room, pausing next to the TV to take a breath.
Loona raised an eyebrow. âDo you need me to bring you something? I donât want you passing out in the middle of the apartment and tripping over you tomorrow morning.â In response, Blitzo just waved a dismissive hand.
âI can handle walking across two rooms, Loonie.â The active chewing had paused for the moment, but whatever theyâd shredded in there was still shredded, and heâd rather not make it any worse- he had work tomorrow, dammit.
The fridge bathed him in a sickly, hospital-like glow as he tugged it open, and drool immediately started leaking from his mouth as the smells of half-forgotten, time-ripened leftovers hit him. A small mouse with four red eyes leaped up from the floor when he opened the door, burrowing into a box of takeout on the bottom shelf that Loona must have gotten when heâd been at Stolasâs place. His tongue snapped out automatically, snatching its furry body up and slurping up the tail between his lips before swallowing, and it took a second for his brain to load enough to register- after it slid down his throat.
Holy shit, did he just� It squirmed a little as it descended, little hairs stuck in his teeth, and his fingers tightened on the side of his stomach before he reached for the box it had been after to wash out the aftertaste.
Everything after that was a bit of a blur, although he did retain enough sense of mind to avoid the six-pack of cheap beer in the back that still had four cans on it. Better to not risk puking all of this up or ruining the kid any more than they already were. Carbs, meat, a few wilted veggies that Moxxie had pawned off on him, sweet, sour, cold chili and whole untoasted bagels- it didnât really matter what it was as long as it was at least mostly edible (he was pretty sure he swallowed a wrapper at some point), he just needed it inside of him now. Smothering everything in hot sauce and salsa and mustard made it more palatable anyway, especially the ice cream. The kid didnât start taking chunks out of him again, at least, so he must have been doing something right. More and more of the white fridge walls became visible as the floor around him littered with containers, and his stomach grew tighter before he finally slumped back against the nearby counter with a groan. His legs sprawled out on the cool tile, both hands now stained with a mixture of about five kinds of leftovers, and he cradled his stomach after muffling a burp.
âAre you happy now, you needy little shit?â
Blitzo didnât really expect a reply and almost didnât hear it over the churning gurgles of digestion, but a soft âeeeâ of a hoot, more a whisper-screech than anything, murmured from his midsection. He stared down at it, the warmth of his full stomach counteracted by ice dripping down his back.
âOh, of course you sound just like him.â His claws dragged along the sensitive, itchy-while-stretched skin before the protection spell sprung up and pushed the fingers away. It only let him touch his own stupid body when he laid his palm flat. âSure, itâs cute now when it's all little and squeaky, but youâd better not be as entitled as he is, alright? Or as you are now, since Iâve gotta do everything for you until youâre born. Considering you just settled right down in there without even asking in the first place, I doubt it. Rude.â
There were no more noises other than his stomach grumbling about going from empty to full so quickly, and he stayed slumped against the cabinet for long enough to let some of it digest. He must have been more tired than he thought, because he swore that he already looked bigger than heâd been when heâd finished binging. Maybe it started swelling in a bad reaction from whatever fucked-up food cocktail he'd accidentally made.
When he didnât feel quite so much like a boulder had gotten stuffed inside his guts, it took three tries to haul his ass off the tile and drag himself back to bed, huffing like a cop running for the last doughnut in the process.
The ice had crept from his spine to the rest of his bones and muscles as he tugged the blanket tight around himself, but at least the churning food kept his stomach warm, and he passed out as soon as his head hit the pillow.
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The Boy with the Unspeakable Name (Ch1)
Fandom: Harry Potter (and the Chamber or Secrets)
Fic Summary: Tom Riddle may have won his battle with Harry in the Chamber of Secrets, but there were a few unforeseen consequences; loss of Tomâs memory being the most obnoxious of them. Is it possible to stop Tomâs past from becoming his future? Or is the young Tom Riddle doomed to repeat his mistakes?
Notes: Iâve actually had this idea ever since the first or second time I read Chamber of Secrets. Though Tom has never been my favorite character, I found young Tom interesting, and I always thought things would have gone differently if he had come back when he was Harryâs age. I was always curious if he could have been redeemed if things had gone this way. Now, I know JK Rowling purposely wanted to create an irredeemable villain, so she wouldnât have redeemed him even then, but I wanted to write a fic playing with that idea myself.
Despite having had this idea for a long time, I didnât write it because I was afraid Iâd bite off more than I could chew, and wouldnât finish. But this last time I read Chamber of Secrets, I decided Iâd just go for it. Iâm still afraid I wonât finish, as this is the longest premise of any of my fics posted, (and I havenât finished any of my other, shorter, long ficsâŚ) but I didnât want that to stop me from at least trying out the idea. Even if I donât finish it, at least Iâll have something to show for it!
All that being said, if you like this fic and do want me to continue please consider commenting, and/or reblogging. Sometimes one comment can mean the difference between me continuing, and me leaving the fic behind. It really helps to know people are interested.
Above art from the internet.Â
Chapter 1:
He didnât know how fitting it was.
Tom Riddle didnât know just how fitting it was that the first two things he sensed after waking up were the sound of crying, and the stench of blood.
He didnât remember how much of his pastâor perhaps one could call it his futureâwas comprised of tears, blood, muffled screaming, and the words avada kadavra! hissed in a cold, high voice that was surely not his own.
Right now, he didnât remember much of anything at all.
Sixteen years or sixty, he remembered none of pain, the loss, or the victory.
All he knew in this moment was that world was damp and cold, it smelled like death, and someone was weeping.
That was the world to him; an ink spill on living canvas. A hole made in screaming pages.
The sound of weeping was the first thing he knew in this new lifeâ(or this old life, made new)âit echoed and filled the placeâwhatever the place wasâlike the slow drip of water in an empty cave; tiny on its own, mistakable in a crowd, but sharp, vast, and overpowering when the world was hollow.
And the world did feel hollow.
He did not wake to a warm, dry hospital bed, a fire, and a heap of get-well cards. His family did not surround him, showering him with love and gratitude, asking what he did and did not remember, and what had happened to their sweet boy. No one held up pictures, pointing to the scenes and people within them fervently demanding remember?!, praying amnesia would leave him sooner rather than later.
Instead he woke to a place in which every sensation burned: cold searched for weaknesses in his damp cloak and slithered across his skin; the smell of blood bored into his nostrils, enough he could almost taste it; and the longer he heard the wailing it burned in his ears too.
Burned because it hurt his heart not just his ears? Because it was sad? Because it mattered, and he needed to know what was wrong?
Surely not.
Burned because it was annoying, and he wanted to shut it up. Burned because it wasnât a nice sound to wake up to, and whoever they were ought to have more courtesy for orphan boys who just wanted to wake up in peace.
Everything burned because something about feeling, sensing anything at all, wasâŚoddly unfamiliar. Not strange as in a new way; it was like something he once knew well that had been forgotten, left behind for a while, like nostalgia.
And if simply living was this foreignâŚhow long had it been since he was last alive? How long had he been a ghost? And what brought him back to his body?
He opened his eyes.
Sight didnât change the impression he had received from his other senses; mostly it just added âdarkâ to the list of not-very-nice things the world was made of. And due to this fact, sight didnât burn nearly as much as his other senses. Still, the world was crisper, more colorful, somehow, despite its drab natureâŚ
He was in a chamber, a dungeon of sortsâprobably underground. Stones and statues, turned brownish-green in the humid atmosphere, lined the walls. Snakes poked their heads out at him from the walls, their eyes glittering as if theyâd come alive at any moment. And before him was a particularly large statue of a man.
But, as he sat up, his clothingâlong, black robes, with a green patch on the chestâclinging to him uncomfortably, there were a few things sight showed him worth noting:
The first, most obvious, was the gigantic snake lying beneath the statue some ways down the chamber, its scaly green tail glistening in the low light. It was clearly dead; lying still, its belly up. There was blood where its lifeless eyes had been scratched blind, and a hole in the roof of in its gaping mouth, one of its front fangs missing. This was most likely the source of the foul smell. How long had it been dead? Couldnât have been long, considering the other things around the roomâŚ
The second, what may have once been a book. This one was very close to himself. Its pages were ripped out of their bindings, in shreds, surrounding him like fresh snowfall. The leather cover had many holes and gashes in it, apparently made by the missing fang, which also lay beside the book, blackened ink on its tipâ(but can words bleed?)âthe book mutilated beyond repair. This was one of the strangest sights. It was almost as if someoneâprobably the person cryingâblamed it for their problems and took their anger out on it, before that anger became the sorrow that resonated through the chamber now.
The third was a gleaming orange and red bird, long tail feathers unfurled on the floor, like a flame, its head held high, sitting quietly beside the mourner. It didnât look like it didnât belonged in such a grim placeâlike a rich person walking in a slum.
There was another glittering thing beside him: a silver sword with jewels encrusted in the hilt. This was likely the cause of the snakeâs death, especially considering it had blood coating it.
A little way from it was a pile of raggedy brown fabric. âŚHe couldnât quite tell what it was supposed to be.
The sixth: the source of the crying, a boy. He had unruly black hair, and his black robesâ(the same robes, he noted, that he himself was wearing, or very similar)âwere christened with the blood and slime of beastsâ(and maybe men, he couldnât know)âand ink. He was possessed by the demon that was tragedy; his entire form shaking, heaving, whether from sadness or rage, or both, only time, and a healthy dose of good questioning would tell.
The last thing of note, and what was most likely the source of the tears: a corpse. A girl specifically, with red hairâalmost as fiery as the birdâs feathersâashen skin, and, once again, the black robesâ(must be a uniform of some sort). Perhaps they were at a school? Quite a dreary school it was, if so. She was small, apparently young.
The scene was both a lot, and not much, to go on.
Three living thingsâone without memory, another without peaceâtwo dead, and four inanimate, one of the inanimate things more mauled than any of the living or dead.
His mind started to provide theories about the scene,
Theory one:
The snake had killed the girl, the boy had taken up the sword and killed it in outrage.
Made sense, but that still left the diary, the bird, and himself. As well as the pile of fabricâŚ
He didnât see the bird having a big role in this; his best guess was that it belonged to the boy, as it seemed loyal to him, sharing his grief, and that its role was the scratch marks on the snakeâs eyes, helping the boy defeat it.
Theory two: The girl had written something in her diary the boy didnât like, perhaps something about he himself. He had torn the diary apart, and in a jealous rage sent his pet snake after her, but regretted it after the snake went too far and killed her, and decided to kill it after all.
Theory three: Reverse of roles; the diary was the boyâs, and she had found it, and he was either mad she found it and tore it, or she had after finding something she didnât like in it, potentially about him, and the offended party let loose the snake.
Theory four: The snake belonged to neither of them, it was by accident they happened to wake it, or stumble into its home while fighting about this diary.
But why did they find an underground chamber the best place for an argument? Did they live here? Was this a normal place for them to spend time? Like some sort of secret hideaway? Were they in hiding from something?
Four(a): Or else were they on some quest to find itâwas the snake guarding treasure? Did the diary hold the map to it, and they tore it simply to keep anyone else from finding it, or else falling into the same trap?
Theory five: The diary was his own; not the boy's or the girl's. He had some relationship to one or both of them that went awry.
Five(a): The snake was his own, and he had set it loose on the girl for some reason, perhaps he was the jealous and angry party here.
Theory six: The snake didnât kill the girl.
Six(a): She was already dead or dying before the snake even arrived. Maybe the snake's venom, or something else about this chamber, was meant to cure her and failed.
Six(b): The boy killed her. Perhaps in his aforementioned jealous rage he had took the sword to her himself, and now he regretted it.
Six(c): He himself killed her.
He sat up, blinking at the dreary universe. The boy didnât hear him, just kept on crying. It was a very tiresome noise to hear so constantly.
He reached over and, quietly as possible, drew the diary closer. What made its disfigurement all the stranger was that every page he could see appeared blank. People didnât usually have qualms with blank diariesâit was the words that people were so touchy about.
When he lifted up the cover, he could see beneath the gashes a name: Tom Marvolo Riddle.
The sight of the name sent a curious sensation through his stomach; he didnât remember who it belonged to, but the name set a fire boiling in his gut, a bubbling, swirling, writhing fire within him. A fire that threatened to destroy everything around it too.
He looked up at the mourner. Was that his name? Or was the girl, in fact, a very petite, long-haired boy? Did the diary belong to no one present, and it was the secrets within, not the owner, that mattered? But there were no words at all, let alone any secretsâŚ
OrâŚwas it perhaps his own? His own name that he didnât even remember.
Sitting here theorizing wasnât going to get him any closer to the truth.
It didnât seem like a good idea to disturb the boy in his grief, but he didnât have much choiceâlosing your memory is an ordeal of its own, you know.
He got to his feetâthis sensation too didnât feel completely mundane to him. Everything felt nostalgicâlike in some fond childhood he walked, and smelled, and saw, and heard, but as he grew up, sense left him, and he forgot what it meant to be alive. His damp clothes clung to his body, making him shiver.
His footstep broke the atmosphere; the first new sound in the stagnant place, the pieces of peace cutting through the tears. The boy gaspedâthe kind of raw gasp, full of dread and despair, one takes when they realize the dragon is awake.
But the dragon in this particular chamber was slainâŚ
His slow steps filled the chamber, an ominous repetition, the ticking of a clock.
When he got close, the boyâs hand wrapped around the hilt of the sword, the metal twinkling in the dim light, scraping and clattering on the stone as it moved.
âIâd stay back if I were you,â his voice was soft but solid, dangerous, wet with tears, shaking with rage, hoarse from screaming.
He stopped. He didnât know what that meant, and he wasnât sure he wanted to find out.
HmmâŚWhat to ask? âWhyâs that?â âWhat happened here?â âWho are you, who was she, and, while youâre at it, who am I?â
The scene was still fresh; if he touched the embers it might reignite.
âAndâŚIf you were me, what would you do?â he decided to ask. Speech, words forming on his tongue, felt odd too⌠but it was the sound of his voice that caught him most off guardâŚwhy? Had he been expecting to hear something different?
It was an odd question; he could tell the boy wasnât expecting it. He paused. Then he scoffed,
âIâll never be like you.â Then his voice grew quiet and dangerous, âBut if I were in your placeâŚI would run. As far away as I could, and as fast as I could, before I found out what the famous Harry Potter is capable of when you take something important from him.â
An even odder response.
The boy turned. One of his most defining features was the circular-rimmed, cracked glasses he wore. That, and the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, which was red and irritated. Seeing this scar, for some reason, made ire rise in Tomâs throat too. His glasses shielded eyes of a bright green which also heralded from a distant memory.
Bright, but dark. A green that pierced the veil of shadows, yet reflected the rest of the world. He wondered if he had ever seen such hatred in someoneâs eyes before, in that past he didnât remember. They burned as bright as the bird by his side, bright as the girlâs hair. They were bright enough to set the chamber ablaze, dark enough to enact the threats in all the roomâs corners. Yet his name didnât immediately come to mind.
Harry Potter. That was what he said his name was. Once said aloud, the name was more familiar than sensation itself; a burning scar upon his mind, never quite healed. The name was rage, and humiliation itself to himâŚthough he couldnât place the source of these emotions; no memories came to mind.
They were enemies.
Only two names he knew so far, and both sent the same sort of mad fury through him. Curious.
He couldnât be more than twelve years old. Twelve years old was quite the young age to be defeating monsters, watching girls die, and to hold such hatred in oneâs eyes. Very young to be so hated by he himself.
He was just a kid. Did this Harry Potter really deserve all this?
Why did they hate each other so much? Was it normal for him to hate twelve-year-old boys?
Come to think of it, how old was he himself? He sounded young, not much older than him. But he didnât feel young.
Why did he hate him so much?
It was starting to look like Theory six(c) might be the most likely.
He didnât take his advice. He didnât know much about himself, but he didnât think he was one to take peopleâs advice, especially not that of his enemies. In ignorant defiance he took a step forward.
âStay back!â Harry Potter barked, as vicious as a loyal guard dog.
That same hatred he felt buzzed behind his words.
Another step.
He held up the sword.
âIâm warning you.â Tom knew the threat in his voice was very real.
Yet he came closer. Close enough to see the face of the girl.
He didnât recognize her. Predictable, but aggravating. He had hoped that perhaps seeing her would bring him to his senses. Alas, she was just a dead girl.
He leaned in closer.
âDONâT YOU DARE TOUCH HER!!â the boyâs words, along with the sword, were at his throat without a second to spare.
He simply flicked his gaze to him; no sign of shock or emotion at his outburst on his features.
The world must burn for this boy too. Burn, not because of sensation itself was strange, but because what he felt was currently was too much to bear.
Hatred, horror, heartbreakâŚhell. It all blazed and overflowed in his eyes.
He backed up one step, then another, and kept backing away until the sword was no longer close to his skin. Harry could have easily followed him, keeping the threat alive, but it seemed staying by the girl, protecting her lifeless body was his highest priorityâWhy? What could he possibly do now that she was dead? Was he prone to mutilate dead girls? Was his touch repugnant enough on its own to warrant such violence?
The anger was still white-hot, but confusion was in the boysâ eyes too now.
Yes, six(c) seemed pretty likely.
So, how had he lost his memory? He himself didnât seem hurt in the slightest physically, he didnât even have so much as a spitting headache to tell him heâd knocked his head hard enough to lose his memory. It didnât appear as though he and the boy had dueled, despite the indication they were opponents, and the sword in his hand. Nothing indicated how he could lose his memory, or whyâŚor, come to think of it, why he was still alive.
If it was true he had killed her, that they were enemies, why hadnât Harry killed him in his sleep? He surely had the chance, in the midst of all the wailing. Why didnât he walk up to him, send that sword through him and be done with it? Why didnât he fight him, run him through, now? Tom was clearly unarmed, and Harry was likely the one who killed the snake, clearly he had the upper hand, the power to do so. It all made too much sense.
He could tell he wanted to.
âŚThe diary. It must be connected to everything. Would it reveal the truth of the situation, and his lost memories? Everything seemed to trace back to it. From the looks of things, it was the source of the sceneâŚand it was the most confusing part of the scenario. If he started with it, perhaps he could get somewhere.
He sauntered back to it, crouched down and picked up the mangled cover, staring at the name, the holes where someoneâpresumably Harryâhad stabbed it, a few blank pages hanging limply out of the binding. But why would he hurt an inanimate diary?
âWhoâs Tom Riddle?â he asked.
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'Lonely ghost serie'
"Babysitting is hard when you ,yourself, are a gremlin, baby"-part V
Twâ ď¸: swearing, angsty vibes ( I think)
Your body moved in distress, turning the sheets all over as you left out a gasp of terror, your face clenching in pain. You have a nightmare, a usual occurrence that happens when you are stressed. Having such a big imagination, your dreams/ nightmares came vividly, with excruciating details. You could see them in colour however the images were blurry, hazy almost.
This nightmare was about Fatima, the sketch artist from up top. She was a senior here and usually the person in this block turned for guidance, relief and peace. She was from the South part of Sudan, fact that she lets it known by her traditional style fashion, her food and her drinks and the occasionally loud conversations she has with her folks back home. A peaceful artist with beautiful brown skin with yellow undertones, an oval face with a big smile plastered on it and shinning black orbs. An angel in disguise that you often seek when the world proved too much for you. Fatima never really showed her own worries and fears but you were one of the privileged few who did see her at her lowest, an experience that motivated you , scared you and hurt you. The amount of times your heart clenched those times matched with how many tears left her orbs.
You were ejected vertically on your bottom as your mouth left a silent scream, tears dropping from your eyes but you didn't have time to think it over since loud noises came from upstairs,Fatima's room. In your paranoid state you didn't question the musicality of the sounds ,chosing to ran out the door ,slapping it shut and jumping two steps each time till you reached her door.
Fatima was enjoying her second favourite types of music, Afro-Latina songs when a storms of pounds hit her door. Confused and terrified, she grabbed the nearby mop before she opened the door. It was just you.
You stood there in black shorts made from former leggings to long for your short legs, white ripped shirt stained with old paint from when you helped her renovate and messy long hair and tear filled puffy eyes.
"Y/n! My girl ,what happened?"
There she was, with a long white fit dress that ended in a curve at the start of her feet and silver grey hijab wrapped around her head. She look energised despite being 5 in the mornina Most importantly she was Most importantly, she was safe, unharmed and happy.
Your noise picked up the aroma of her handmade mix of tea that filled the textile of her dressing where now your head rest as your body convulse in a breakdown again. Shocked and confused, she wasn't stopped however from showing you the comfort your soul may need.
She caressed your long hair and rubbed your back as you two sat on the white tiles of the entrance. The door long close by her other roommate, Catherine Blank - a 26 years old from Dublin.
On Fatima's commends, the red haired freckled woman brought you a knitted blanket and a cup of water. Her hands found their way on your cheeks when you finally calmed down,rubbing them on your wet skin as you drank the water. Your eyes fell down in shame for disturbing them.
You didn't know why it happened. Just two hours ago you finished talking with Corpse and went over your notes one last time.
You seemed fine, too busy for any bad thoughts to bug you or anything such as. Yet here you are.
"Jesus ,girl. You scared us." Came the heavy accent voice of Catherine.
You looked at her standing in black leggings and a black top, skinny hands on round hips and a scowl of worry on her square face. Green eyes softening when they met yours.
"I..um..."
"You don't have to tell us right now, sweet girl. Come, let's enjoy each other with some select songs."
You all three burst in laughter at the ridiculous pompous tonality Fatima chose to express herself with.
You followed, grasping the extended hand of Catherine as Fatima rearrange the blanket around your tattoos covered body.
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It was morning when you finally return back into your apartment. The door closed itself with a heavy thud that resonated within the insides of your shaky lungs. You calmed down significantly since that explosive outburst of fears and terrors.
You cleaned your eyes as the light of the morning painted you in a sick look: eyes blood shot, red nose, puffy face and pale skin. You looked like you died and came back alive, well maybe a fragment of your sanity died tonight who knows? Your shredded sigh echoed in the empty apartment ,the others already gone to work/university. Essentially you were alone. Again.
You cleaned your eyes as the light of the morning painted you in a sick look: eyes blood shot, red nose, puffy face and pale skin.
You looked like you died and came back alive, well maybe a fragment of your sanity died tonight who knows? Your shredded sigh echoed in the empty apartment ,the others already gone to work/university. Essentially you were alone. Again.
Your soul long desired the touch of another: to be grasp tightly and lovely by their hands, to be enveloped in their smell as they whisper sweet nothings into your ears, to have their warmth dry your tears, to bring comfort to your pain. You resigned years ago that you were never meant to experience this sessions, merely observed them. But your heart craved them and craving it did, as you watched in fake disgust the romantic displays in Ace's romances.
Right now, after crying your eyes out, your burns needed that comfort, needed that care and love but again you were denied of them, you can only thank yourself for that.
The cup was slapped in foolish fury as you tossed some hot water in it. The tea bag falling towards the end of the cup.
Three knocks were heard at the door and you curiously turned, cup left forgotten.
Opening the door, Omar was standing there with a little albino boy with clear big blue eyes and curly locks. He was wearing a red blue and white checkered shirt with beige church pants. He smelled nice ,his cologne hitting your your long narrow nose immediately after opening the door.
You raised a brow as he sheepishly smiled.
"Nice kid."
"Thanks."
Then silence.
You continued drinking your tea,staring at the man who finally realised that you didn't know the motive of his visit.
"Alma didn't tell you?"
"What?"
"She said you agreed to watch over Tj today."
Wait.
Your panicked grew was your eyes turned to the calendar to the right of you. There in bold yellow numbers the day of 5th November was left clear with the exception of being circled over with a gold marker.
"Shit ,it was today? I mean ...fuck. Sorry, Omar. It totally slip my mind."
The man laughed ,his brown eyes were warm and forgiving, no offense taken by your skip of mind.
"It's fine,Y/n. So it's alright if I leave this little guy with you for a bit?"
"Y-Yeah. But I don't have-"
As Omar entered the hallway, a grey bag you previously not seen was by the door , you picked it up before going to the living room.
He sat the kid dressed in a sailor white and navy blue stripped t-shirt and light grey sweatpants on one of the sit of your 1970s floral printed sectional sofa.
The kid was making sounds and hand gestures ,wanting to be picked up again by his father who was busy speaking with the 159cm tall woman.
"Tj here is a big of a love bug, get him to like you and you can't go anywhere anymore. Just like his mother I suppose. "
"Does he have any..um..food preference I should know about?"
"Um...Wait, Alma left you a notebook, ah well not you but me. Here ,it should have anything you will need. Again,thank you so much for doing this Y/n."
"Yeah, yeah. Don't worry about it." You said ,flipped the pages of the hard back notebook. Luckily Alma had a neat writing.
"Well, I need to go now. Be nice, little guy. "
Omar bent down to kiss his son's forehead, a sign of goodbye. The child stared at his father with a confuse look as he bubbled nonsense. His tiny hand reaching for the leaving figure.
Omar left soon after ,waving bye-bye to his son and almost kissing your forehead as a habit he picked up since he got together with Alma, their form of goodbye.
You stood there, staring at each other as the kid started to laugh and throw his toy at you. You caught it, he will throw it again and so forth.
You were tired however and knew the boy with too much energy will not be easily manipulated into sleeping. Opening the TV to the kid's cartoon channel , you settled on the opposite couch ,eyes falling victim to tiredness.
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You must have been asleep 2 hours and so begore the loud crys woke you up.
Crys? Shittt! The kid.
Shooting out of your crouched position, you ignore the stirring pain of your sudden movement. Your legs' thud brought the attention of the crying mop of hair.
A wrenches smell filled your nostrils as your dread grew when you realised where its source came from. Looks like it's time to change a diaper. Oh ,man!
With a mask over your nose, hair tied behind your back and gloves you started changing the boy in the bathroom, you cleaned and washed him and brought him back on the layed blanket on the couch. Your disgust grew as you cleaned the sink and disinfect it.
You groaned as you threw your equipment in the bin, a bing didn't let your stomach cringe at the memory of the smell. It was a message from Corpse.
'Hey :)'
You smiled, quickly texting him back.
'Hey!"
'Up to play something today?'
'A new stream? You just finished one tomorrow, I don't want you to burn yourself out.'
'<3 But no, I mean to play together in private, just the two of us.'
You wanted to text him back, teasing him with the proposition of a date but the sounds of broking glass was heard from the living room.
With a scream , you quickly typed out :' Cant baby in troble.!'
The kid was fine thankfully , grinning and laughing at your panicked state. What was not fine was the white porcelain vase with blue florals Sabrina brought for her collection. She wouldn't be mad per say but she wouldn't be happy either.
The kid ,now standing to ran around the room ,using the coffee table to his advantage, your legs screaming from the workout. Luckily the broken vase was behind you away from the child.
Unfortunately, your phone started to ring. Who the fuck would call me now? Oh! It's Corpse. Wait..Corpse!
"H-hey Corpse ! What are you - come here you little block of swiss cheese."
The man laughed as the phone's speaker vibrated on your right ear where you lodged it.
Tj laughed innocently as you grabbed him and hold him to your left hip. Your hair,nerves and mood all a mess.
"A-Are you okay?" Corpse asked after recovering from the fit of laughter.
"Me? Oh ,sure. I have a gremlin here who's more trouble than his worth. Hey! Stop that!"
The happy face of Tj turned in a cringy crying one as he wailed. Apparently you wanting to stop him chewing on your white banda, tightly nicely on the top of your head ,was too much.
"Sounds like trouble. By the way, you called me?"
"I did?"
Your eyebrows clenched as you look at your calls history,you did actually. The icon of the call must have been press on accident or that it was a sign from the universe that you are in dire need of assistance.
"Y-yeah. Look, Corpse l-I gotta go. I will call you-"
And you stopped, your breath becoming more fast as your nose flared.
"Um ghost? Are you...Are you there?"
"Stay on the line,Corpse. This kid just pissed on me."
With that another wave of laughter hit the man as he thrown himself into the chair.
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Finally, you changed the damn brat after cleaning him again and taking a shower yourself. You left a breath as you watched the chil playing with his blue rocket toy.
"Babysitting is much harder than the films makes it out to be." You grumbled, pouting as you listened to Corpse's chuckles.
They managed to calm you enough to turn the intimidating glare you had plastered all over your face into a more stern one.
Your body dressed in a clean pair of white jeans short, black tank top and blue checkered shirt over, leaned on the frame of the door. You were waiting for the milk to heat up, luckily the boy was only a month away from being an year old so you could give him cow milk without worrying.
"Babysitting is hard when you ,yourself, are a gremlin, baby." He said ,his voice making you visibly tingle.
You sighed, placing the phone near the wooden bread box and grabbing a cup. By now the milk should have warmed up.
"Um...goofball?"
"Yes,Corpse?"
"You...you are not wearing your voice changer. I..I am sorry, I should have told you from the start but I like the s-sound of it ,I didn't want it to stop."
You could hear the beads of his bracelets as he played with them, nervously waiting for your response.
"I-It's okay, Corpse. You don't need to be sorry."
You swallowed, this day really came for your neck. Your eyes stung as you fight them off, no reason to make Corpse's day shittier by being pathetic.
"You are not fine ,are you goofball?"
The kind and worried tone of this wonderful individual you became to take a liking of was enough to cause everything in you to break loose.
"N-No ,it's not. Everything been so fucking stressful and I-I don't know what to do Corpse. I try my might to fight these thoughts but everytime they resurface stronger and more disturbing. I can't keep them in control, Corpse. I just CAN'T. A-And I keep worrying about losing all: my friends, my belongings and my family. I feel like I will drive them away especially if I can't bring my share to the table. I don't even know why I tell you these to be honest, I don't want to scare you away but in the same time I ... FUCK!"
Your fists hit the table you been resting on hard , scaring the child in the living room. His cries only angered you more.
"Ghost. Ghost! Ghost! Gho-"
"WHAT?"
You instantly regretted shouting at him,stopping from your pacing too.
"Calm down,buttercup. I know how you feel and going down a warpath or an abyss of sorrows ain't the answer. Come, let me help. "
"You still want to?" Your voice came out timidly and shying away in fear, shielding your eyes in shame despite him having no possible way of seeing your face.
"Of course, you goof. Now let's see what we do with that kid."
You swiped a tear out of your right eyes ,smiling and nodding before remembering he couldn't see, just hear you. That made you more anxious now that you realised that he knows a close guarded information.
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A smile ran down your face as you watched the child all wrapped up in his dark blue blanket struggle to jeep his bright eyes opened as his ears and energy were captured by Corpse's singing. It's was a lullaby about moon and love, being in Spanish you only understood unfortunately the words close to your mother language.
You almost lost yourself to the gentle hums , stringing of a guitar and over all wholesome cozy atmosphere when loud voices and thumbs came from the apartment near Fatima's.
An idiot called Tudor who plays the bass part in Sergiu's band lived there, he and his boyfriend Micah. Two assholes who had a bone to pick with everyone, well more like Tudor had ,Micah was a follower.
The sense of protection enveloped you as you caressed the child's hair and kiss his right temple, letting him with Corpse to fall asleep.
Your grey flippers cracked against the stone stairs harshly and quickly. Your glare being as cold as the staircase room.
You knocked furiously on the door, hurting your hands by the metal indentations carved into the door. Your ears picked up footsteps approaching the door in a lazy manner, the two making jokes about what kind of bitch could be bothering them.
The smirk on his long face vanished when his pale blue eyes meet your fiery dark ones. He puffed a lock of dirty blond hair , saluting you in a cocky but intimidated manner :
"I wonder why the Red Riding Hood is paying us a visit? What do you think ,Micah?"
He leaned back to let his dark skinned boyfriend take a look at you. His eyes showed fear but he continued the masquerade in order to please his scumbag of a lover.
"I don't know, babe. Maybe she wants a threesome."
Tudor laughed like then pig he is, Micah lipped an apology to you, his black gems cowering in shame.
Micah wasn't a bad man , he was just naive and a people's pleaser, with no sense of stern morals but even awareness to know he is the wrong. You never understood why he wasted his breath by staying at the side of this buffoon of a dude. You ignored his half-cocked insults, knowing they didn't really had a backbone to them.
"I will appreciate if you could tone it down a little. No one needs to know you two are making a sex tape."
This seemed to anger the taller white as mayonnaise man who dismissed his boyfriend with a wave of his painted hand and moved forward to you. The red door of his apartment shutting up with an echo.
You two glared at each other, not one of the other backing down. Your breath was forcefully calmed down by your anger , last thing you needed is for him to know he was affecting you by coming too close. Your hands shook in their tight grip and you were pleased you cut your nails earlier.
"Just because Sergiu lets you come with us when we play, doesn't mean you and I are friends. Got it, girly?"
His rough tone only displeased you.
"And just because you can string two cords and not sound like a dying cat doesn't mean you are a great singer either, buddy."
"Fuck you." He said that to you in a clasped breath, his teeth biting on his lower lip as his face appeared more furious.
If this motherfucker puts his hands on me ,I swear I will...
"Y/N? Y/N!"
It was Sergiu.
The man in a punk style leather jacket ran quickly up the stairs, his armored black boots clicking away.
His face was twisted into a fearing expression before turning into a more pissed off one. He knew of Tudor's dislike towards you and knew that the both of you won't hold back if this turns physical. He needed to be smart about this.
"Man, come on. Leave her alone."
He moved to come between you ,Tudor's movement of hand stopped him.
"Nah,man. This bitch thinks she come here like she owns the fucking place and tell me what to do? I am sorry, princess, but you got another thing going. "
"TUDOR ISAAC POPESCU!"
A female voice caused his blood to ran cold and you to smirk.
Behind Sergiu, a petite woman in her mid fifties glared at him. Her greying hair caught in a bun,her olive wrinkled face was in a madden frown as her blue eyes shield by fuchsia framed glasses stared at him. The madame in green suit pants and white and black blouse was his mother.
His mother, a teacher at your University, was a lioness of a woman, never detour from the right path of doing things and more importantly never afraid to tear down anyone if they being dickish. Not even her loved son.
Sergiu grabbed gently you without a word as you two left the mother and son quarrel in peace, a part of you already starting to feel bad. You hate when you argued with someone but your anger sometimes got the better of you. Today truly has been an exhausting day.
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You are in your room,Corpse still on the phone with you. You already explained what happened and know you enjoyed just talking with him about everything and nothing at the same time,trying to not fall asleep for how calming his voice was.
"You sure you don't want me to end the call. You must be tired from all the noises. "
You stirred, cleaning the droll of your left wnd of your lips. Your head ache as you saw that night has befallen.
"Wh-What?"
"Goofball,I was talking if you wanted me to let you rest but you already beat me to it."
"T-Tj?"
"Your friends said they will take care of them. They were so surprised to find me singing to him, though."
"Ah,shit. Sorry Corpse."
"Nothing to be sorry about, pumpkin. "
"Pumpkin, seriously?" You asked ,snuggling back into the comforter.
"Yeah, why not? The fall season is still up for a month or so."
"Hmm, I prefer goofball better."
"If you say so, princess. You *yawn* you sure you don't want me to let you sleep?"
A panick arised into your soul as you quickly told him no.
"P-Please stay."
"A-Alright."
He began to continue the story one of his subscribers send him as your eyes shut. A smile on your lips at last.
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