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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 8 months ago

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Paradigm Shift 3

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: you get transferred to a new position but it’s hardly a breath of fresh air. (plus!reader)

Characters: Loki, Bucky Barnes, this reader is known as Billie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

Dark roast, black. You're tempted to order one for yourself but the extra dose of caffeine might unhinge you after the morning you've had. Transfer, no desk, a firing, a stolen desk, and two painfully aloof bosses.

You go back up to the office, the short reprieve offering some clarity but not solutions. There has to be some way to get more than a grunt and a closed door from these men. Geez, if you wanted to work with children you would've done so.

You knock on Mr. Barnes' door. The one next to it opens first. Laufeyson considers you from head to toe and Barnes appears not a second after. He takes his cup without a thanks.

"Mm, and where is mine then?" Laufeyson challenges.

You blink, long and hard. Of course. Of course! You let out a slow breath, "what would you like, Mr. Laufeyson?"

You don't miss the quiet snort from the other door and it closes before you can glance Barnes' expression. You have a suspicion he expected this. It's like your first job when you worked with a bunch of men in stocks. Their numbers were as bloated as their egos.

“Matcha.”

The door shuts in your face. Again. You bite down and stretch your fingers wide. It’s fine. It’s fine. Growing pains.

Matcha... what? Iced? Latte? Hot tea? Smoothie? Wonderful, a guessing game.

You will be getting yourself another coffee for the trouble. Another trip to Roasters and you settle on the simplest option; just tea. You’re certain if you’re wrong, he’ll let you know.

You stand at the two office doors and contemplate your life decisions. Is this worth it? Can you beg Odinson to take you back? To send down another poor soul? You almost feel bad doing that to someone else. You’re about to give when that innate stubborn ticks in your jaw. It’s only been a few hours. You don’t just give up that easy.

Knock, knock. There’s a delay before Laufeyson answers. You’re not put off by it. You know the tactic. It won’t work on you. If his tea is cold, it won’t be your fault.

“Matcha, sir,” you hold out the cup.

He accepts it and reads the sticker on the side. He narrows his green eyes and looks at you, “note for next time, I prefer Garcon’s to Roasters.”

Click. Another shut door. You’re really starting to get angry. You laugh out the flurry of agitation and turn away. What else can you do but think of it as a joke? It has to be. It’s just that absurd.

You sit at the desk and open your laptop. You get it hooked up to the monitor and refinagle the cords. That’s an accomplishment at least. A tiny morsel of victory. You glance around and frown. It’s like the waiting room in Beetlejuice; everyone looks miserable. Well, can you blame them?

Your phone buzzes and you check the messages. Girl nights hangs like bait at the end of your day, keeping you swimming through dark waters. It’s a bit ridiculous. Your friends are all like you in one way but all vastly different in many other ways. You all spend your days taking care of men who couldn’t give a shit about any of you.

You can already taste the Paloma; bitter grapefruit with the burn of tequila. You are dying to drink away this day. You look at the clock and nearly whimper. It’s not even one o’clock. Ugh.

You plug away at your desk. You get the daily agendas templated then spend time scouring the web. You have something in mind. You’re pretty sure you can make it work. As long as those grumps can do the simplest of tasks.

You customize the survey and send the link. You doubt you’ll get a response today or even at all. It’s a hail mary, really. Barnes’ door opens, then Laufeysons. Your chest fills with dread. Great.

“Hello, sir and... sir,” you sit up as they approach.

“What is the meaning of that quiz?” Laufeyson demands.

“It’s not--

“Asking a lot, aren’t you?” Barnes crosses his arms.

“No, I just--”

“What business do you have about my dry cleaning?” Laufeyson hisses.

“I have lunch when I have lunch. I'm not a child at grade school,” Barnes sneers.

“Okay, woah,” you put your palms out, “first, there’s an n/a column, you can choose not to disclose the information. Two, I need to know what to do. What do you want from me?”

Both men frown and look at each other, then back to you.

“I can think of one,” Laufeyson raises a finger, “don’t treat us as children who need you to put our socks on.”

“Good one,” Barnes scoffs, “also, you could stop with calendar reminders.”

“Those are automatic,” you mutter.

“And the arguing,” Laufeyson points at you.

You sputter, dizzy at their onslaught of criticism. They can tell you exactly what they don’t want but they can’t give you a clear answer as to why you are there. You calm yourself with a breath and sip of coffee.

“Mr. Laufeyson, Mr. Barnes--”

“Why him first? My name’s first alphabetically,” Barnes says.

“I--” you stop yourself and take another taste of your coffee, “if my presence is getting in the way of your work, I will go back upstairs and talk to Mr. Odinson--”

“Mr. Odinson? Thor?” Laufeyson says, “no, you won’t do that. In fact, that is another item for your list, no talking to my brother. Especially of me.”

You could tear your hair out. You could hit your head on the wall. You could gauge your eyes out and drown yourself in your coffee. Instead, you smile.

“Got it,” you say, “well, sirs, good luck with your meeting this afternoon.”

“Yes, thank you,” Laufeyson intones.

“Mm, sure,” Barnes says and they both turn on their heels then stop at once. They face you in sync with each other.

“Meeting?” They ask.

“Mmhm,” you nod, “it’s in your calendars.”

They stare at you.

“If that’s something you’d like me to brief you on,” you say tritely, “you can submit that in the survey.”

Laufeyson hums dryly and Barnes growls. Neither says anything further as they retreat. You keep your eyes on the screen as your heartbeat races. You can’t believe you said that.

#bucky barnes #loki #dark loki #dark bucky barnes #dark!loki #dark!bucky barnes #loki x reader #bucky barnes x reader #series #drabble #paradigm shift #bad bosses #au #marvel #mcu #avengers #winter soldier #captain america #thor

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woniescheeks · 5 months ago

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The Book That Knows | l.hs

Synopsis: A day where reality and fiction collide, a seemingly normal day for you spirals into terror when you discover a mysterious book in your home. The book eerily mirrors your life, with each page recounting events happening in real time.

Genre: Ghostface!Heeseung, Psychological Horror, Thriller, Supernatural Fiction, Suspense

W/C: 3.9k

Warnings: Violence, Psychological Horror, Supernatural Elements, Manipulation, Implied Threat of Death, Betrayal, Cursing

A/N: Sorry it took me a long time to post something new. University has been stressing me out and i just never had time to just sit down and write. Don't be afraid to send me requests, I'll make sure to try and answer all of them. And i will try to post often. I hope you enjoy!

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It was a dreary Sunday afternoon when you first heard about Ghost Face on the news. You weren't paying much attention at first, mindlessly flipping channels as the rain poured against your window. But something about the chilling report on the television caught your ear, making you pause.

The anchor’s voice, calm but laced with tension, described a recent string of brutal murders happening in a nearby town. The killer —known only by the alias "Ghost Face"— had yet to be caught. The mask they wore, white with hollow eyes and a twisted, grinning mouth, had become infamous. What made it all the more terrifying was how they blended into the victims' lives, often posing as a friend, a neighbor, someone familiar — until it was too late.

You shivered, reaching for the remote to turn off the TV, trying to shake off the eerie feeling creeping up your spine. It was just a story, after all, a terrible tragedy happening somewhere else to someone else. You were safe, tucked away in your cozy home, far from the horrors playing out on the screen.

You had found an old, tattered novel at a second-hand shop the day before — a horror story with a faded cover, its title barely legible: “The Silent Watcher”.

Something about it had drawn you in, though you couldn’t quite place why. The pages smelled of old paper and mystery, and you had a hunch it was the type of book that would get under your skin.

You settled into your favorite chair, the rain tapping softly against the windows, and began to read.

The story started off simple enough: a small town, an outsider moving into a creaky, old house, and a series of strange occurrences. The protagonist, a person with no name yet, began to notice odd things happening around them—a door that wouldn’t stay shut, a strange knocking at night, the sensation of being watched.

As you turned the pages, the descriptions of the protagonist’s life became unsettlingly familiar. They lived alone, much like you. Their house had the same creaking floorboards, the same slightly peeling wallpaper, the same view of the park across the street. You told yourself it was just a coincidence. Old houses often shared these traits, and plenty of horror novels leaned into these types of clichés.

But as you continued, the details grew more specific. The way the house’s front door stuck if you didn’t pull it hard enough. The exact placement of the furniture in the living room. The faint stain on the ceiling in the kitchen that no amount of scrubbing could remove. Every description matched your own home.

You put the book down, your heart starting to race. The rain outside had picked up, and the house was filled with that eerie quiet that comes after dusk. You stood up, walking to the window, peering out at the empty street. The park, with its benches and swings swaying in the wind, looked peaceful enough, but you couldn’t shake the creeping feeling crawling up your spine.

Shaking off the unease, you sat back down and opened the book again. Maybe it was just a trick your mind was playing on you. Maybe you were getting too absorbed in the story. You continued reading, your fingers trembling slightly as you turned the page.

The protagonist was now feeling watched, just like you had when you first noticed the strange coincidences. They began to hear footsteps at night, soft taps in the hallway that made their pulse quicken. You could feel your own breath quicken as you read, the words pulling you deeper into the mystery.

Then came the part that made your blood run cold.

The protagonist, unnamed until now, was given a name—a name that was yours.

You stared at the page, blinking, convinced you were seeing things. The name was printed clearly. Your name. It couldn’t be. Your mind whirled, trying to rationalize. Maybe it was some bizarre fluke, or maybe your mind was playing tricks on you, inserting your own name into the story because of how eerily familiar it had become.

You flipped back a few pages, scanning for when the name first appeared, but it wasn’t there. Your name hadn’t been mentioned earlier in the book. Yet now, it was all over the page, as if it had always been there.

Heart pounding, you turned to the next chapter. The protagonist—you—was walking through their home, checking the doors, locking the windows, making sure everything was secure. As they—you—moved through the house, the words began to describe something new. Something you hadn’t done yet.

You froze.

The book was describing your exact movements, as though it was watching you. " You glance at the clock. It’s 7:14. You place the book down on the side table and stand up, walking to the kitchen to make sure the back door is locked."

Your eyes darted to the clock. It was 7:14.

The book was reading you. Your movements, your thoughts, every detail of your life was being played out in the story, one sentence ahead of your actions.

Suddenly, you felt like you weren’t alone. The air in the room seemed to grow heavier, thicker, like something was watching, waiting. You stood up, the book slipping from your hands, and glanced toward the hallway. The faint tapping, the sound of footsteps, echoed from the dark.

You turned to the book, still lying open on the chair. You didn’t want to, but you had to know. With trembling hands, you picked it back up.

"You walk slowly to the hallway, your heart racing. You know there’s something there. You know that, just beyond the corner, it waits for you."

The tapping grew louder. A steady rhythm, like fingers drumming against the wall.

"Your breath quickens as you step closer. You don’t want to look, but you can’t stop yourself. You turn the corner, and there it is. The watcher. It has been waiting for you all along."

You took a step forward, the hallway looming before you, every nerve in your body screaming at you to stop. But you couldn’t. The book was in your hands, and you had to know how it ended.

"The watcher is not human. It never was. Its eyes are fixed on you, unblinking, never leaving, always waiting. And now, you are part of its story. Forever."

You stopped at the edge of the hallway, unable to move. The footsteps had stopped. The house was deathly silent.

Slowly, you closed the book, but you knew it wasn’t over.

You stood frozen at the edge of the hallway, the eerie silence wrapping around you like a suffocating blanket. The book, now tightly gripped in your trembling hands, felt heavier than before, like it was something alive—breathing, watching, waiting. The words haunted you, the image of the watcher lurking just beyond the corner. But there was something else now, a new presence that made your skin prickle with a strange mix of fear and anticipation.

A soft knock echoed through the house. Your heart skipped a beat.

Someone was at the door.

For a split second, you wondered if you should even answer it. Every instinct screamed that something was wrong. But the knocking came again, more insistent this time, pulling you out of your paralysis.

You moved toward the door, the sound of your footsteps unnervingly loud in the stillness. When you finally reached it, you hesitated for a moment, your hand hovering over the handle. The knock came again, this time more insistent, followed by a familiar voice.

"Hey, it’s me, Heeseung. You there?"

Relief washed over you. Heeseung was your next-door neighbor, and more than that, your best friend. He was the first one who introduced himself to you once you moved here. He kept you company and helped you out when things got tough. He was the first one that felt like home. If anyone could calm you down from this bizarre, twisted night, it was him. You hurriedly reached the door knob, almost too eagerly, and opened it.

Heeseung stood there with his trademark grin, a hoodie pulled over his head and a baseball cap barely concealing his messy black hair that stuck to his forehead. He looked like he had just come from the rain, drops glistening on his clothes. His warm brown eyes scanned your face with an intensity you couldn’t place. For a moment, the world outside seemed to fade into a blur of rain and shadows. It was like the space around him didn’t quite exist, only he did—sharp and real, with an energy that made your pulse quicken.

“Hey,” he said, his voice steady, almost too calm for the moment. “I saw your light was still on and thought I’d check in. You okay?”

You blinked, unsure of what to say. The words felt heavy on your tongue. "What.... What are you doing here?"

The man smiled softly, though there was something about it that made your heart race, a mix of warmth and something else —something unreadable. “I’m your best friend dumbass, your neighbour too,” he said simply. “But you seemed like you needed someone right now.” Something about his presence put you slightly at ease, as though he was meant to be there. Like he'd always been there.

But your mind snapped back to the book, the horror of what you’d just read, and the watcher that had been described waiting in the shadows. Could this be another coincidence? Or was he something more—something tied to the terrifying mystery unfolding around you?

"Hey," he said, stepping in without waiting for an invitation, "you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." He wiped the water from his face, his eyes scanning the room like he was searching for something. For a moment, he glanced at the book on the table, its pages slightly open, but he didn’t mention it. Instead, he leaned against the wall, his posture relaxed but his gaze sharp.

You almost laughed at how close to the truth that was. "Yeah, I just—" You hesitated, glancing back at the book sitting on the armchair. "I was reading this creepy book, and it’s messing with my head. It… feels too real, Heeseung."

He raised an eyebrow, peeking over your shoulder at the book. "What do you mean, 'too real?'"

You sighed, trying to calm your nerves. "It’s like the book knows what I’m doing. It started describing my house, my movements, even my thoughts. And now I feel like something’s watching me."

Heeseung chuckled softly, though his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Come on, it’s just a book. You’re letting it get to you." Heeseung tilted his head, giving you that playful, reassuring smile that had always made you feel better.

Heeseung was right—this had to be your mind playing tricks on you.

As you looked at him, it seemed as if he wanted to say something but was hesitant. You were about to ask him about it but he then spoke after a moment, his voice soft but firm, “But truthfully, I’ve noticed things too. Weird things. I thought maybe... you’d want to talk about it.”

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. He had noticed things? Things like what?

“What do you mean?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Heeseung’s expression darkened slightly, his brows furrowing. “I don’t know how to explain it, but I think you’re being watched. I’ve seen someone—or something—lurking near your house at night. It’s hard to explain, but... it doesn’t feel right.”

Your pulse quickened, fear curling tightly in your chest. Was it the watcher? The same figure described in the book? How could Heeseung know about this? How could he have seen it when you only just read it?

As if sensing your rising panic, Heeseung stepped closer, his voice gentler. “Listen, I know how crazy this sounds, but I’m not lying. I’ve seen it. And I don’t think it’s just a person. I think it’s something worse.”

The book’s words flashed in your mind: "The watcher is not human. It never was."

Your throat went dry. “How do you know?” you managed to ask.

Heeseung hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching yours. “Because... I’ve been through this before. A long time ago, in another town, another place. It started just like this. The feeling of being watched. The strange occurrences. The book...”

Your heart stopped. The book.

Heeseung followed your gaze to the novel sitting on the table. His face paled slightly. “You’ve been reading it, haven’t you?”

You nodded slowly. “It’s... about me. It knows everything. Every detail of my life, every move I make. It’s like it’s writing my story as I live it.”

Heeseung ran a hand through his wet hair, his face grim. “It’s not just writing your story,” he said, his voice low. “It’s controlling it.”

You stared at him, a sinking feeling gnawing at your stomach. “What do you mean?”

Heeseung took a deep breath, his eyes darkening with the weight of what he was about to say. “Once you start reading it, it doesn’t stop. The book—"The Silent Watcher"—it latches onto you, like a parasite. It watches, it waits, and then it pulls you in. You become a character in its pages, trapped in the story it writes. The watcher... it’s part of the book, part of the story, and it’s after you.”

Your mind reeled. The watcher, the book, Heeseung—everything was connected. But how? Why?

“How do we stop it?” you whispered, dread settling deep in your bones.

Heeseung looked at you, his eyes filled with both fear and determination. “I don’t know if we can stop it,” he admitted. “But there might be a way to survive. We need to finish the book. And whatever happens, we need to make sure it doesn’t write the ending.”

The air around you seemed to grow colder, the walls of your house closing in as the weight of his words sank in. The watcher was out there, lurking, waiting. And the only way to escape was to face the story head-on.

With Heeseung by your side, you knew there was no turning back.

The book still lay open on the table, waiting for you to turn the next page.

Together, you took a deep breath and plunged back into the story, knowing that whatever came next, you were no longer alone in this nightmare.

The rain had slowed to a soft patter against the windows, but inside the house, the tension remained thick. You glanced at Heeseung, whose calm demeanor seemed to waver for a moment as he stared at the book on the table. His earlier words echoed in your mind—"The book is controlling your story. The watcher is part of it."

But something about him wasn’t sitting right.

You shook your head, trying to focus. This wasn’t the time for doubt. You had just discovered that your life, your every move, was being dictated by the book. You were living out its plot, a puppet in someone else’s hands, and now Heeseung was telling you that the watcher wasn’t just some figment of your imagination. It was real. But how did he know so much? How was he so familiar with the horrors unfolding around you?

Heeseung shifted beside you, his eyes scanning the room as if he were looking for something—or someone.

"Do you hear that?" he asked quietly, stepping closer to you. His voice was soft, but the way his eyes stayed fixed on the book sent a shiver down your spine.

You strained your ears. The house was silent, save for the ticking of the clock and the faint dripping of rain outside. "No… What are you—"

He cut you off, grabbing your wrist gently but firmly. "It's closer than you think. We need to be careful."

Before you could respond, something clicked in your mind—something off about him. There was a confidence in his movements that seemed too practiced, too precise. The way he watched the shadows, as if he was waiting for something, felt more deliberate than concerned. And then there was his sudden arrival. Why had he shown up tonight, of all nights? How had he known to come?

As Heeseung stepped away from you, pacing the room like he was calculating something, you caught sight of the reflection in the window. For just a split second, you saw it. The faintest hint of something dark, something familiar—the outline of a mask. It was familiar to the one you saw on the television just moments before. It was gone as quickly as it appeared, but your heart lurched in your chest.

You blinked hard, trying to push the thought away. It couldn't be true. Heeseung was helping you, he was your best friend. He seemed as terrified as you were, didn’t he?

But as he turned back to face you, his eyes meeting yours, something in his gaze had shifted. There was a glint, a spark of something cold, something calculated. You had seen that look before. Not in Heeseung, but in the very stories you had read—where the killer wore a friendly face, a mask hiding the truth underneath.

Your pulse quickened, the room suddenly feeling too small. "Heeseung," you said slowly, your voice barely above a whisper, "why are you really here?"

Heeseung stopped, his expression unreadable. The silence stretched between you for what felt like an eternity. Then, he let out a low chuckle, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I told you—I’ve been through this before. I’ve seen it happen. I’m trying to help you.”

But there was something wrong with the way he said it. The way his voice dropped, too smooth, too casual, as if he was reading from a script. And then, without warning, he stepped closer, his smile lingering just a little too long.

You took a step back, your breath catching in your throat. "Help me?" The question came out shaky, your nerves fraying. "Or are you just watching? Like the book says."

His eyes darkened, and for the first time, you saw it—an unsettling amusement lurking just beneath the surface. "It’s funny," he said, his voice soft, "how easy it is to blend in, to be the hero in someone’s story when really…" He trailed off, a twisted grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

Your heart raced as the truth began to dawn on you. Heeseung wasn’t here to help. He was here because he was part of the story. He wasn’t just a bystander or some random figure from the neighborhood. He was the watcher.

Heeseung leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin, and whispered, "You should’ve been more careful. You never know who’s behind the mask."

The room spun as the pieces clicked into place. Heeseung—he was the one watching, controlling the story from the shadows. He had lured you into this twisted narrative, guiding your every move, setting the stage for his own sick game.

And now, you were trapped with him, the very person you thought was your ally.

Fear gripped you, cold and unforgiving, as Heeseung’s hand drifted toward the edge of his jacket. Slowly, deliberately, he reached inside and pulled out the unmistakable white mask, the one you had seen in countless horror movies and nightmares. The very one you saw on TV.

Ghost Face.

He held it in his hand, turning it slowly, watching your reaction with a sick kind of satisfaction. “You really thought you could just read the book and escape?” he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. “This story was never about escaping. It’s about survival.”

Your legs felt like they would give out beneath you, but you forced yourself to stand your ground. The book had warned you, laid out the plot, but now you realized—you were never meant to win.

Heeseung stepped closer, the mask now in place over his face, his voice deep and distorted as he spoke through the iconic grin. “But don’t worry. I’ll make sure your ending is… memorable.”

Panic surged through you, and before he could move, you bolted toward the hallway, your heart pounding in your ears. Behind you, you heard the low chuckle of Ghost Face, his footsteps slow and deliberate as he followed.

You stumbled through the hallway, your breath coming in ragged gasps, trying to make sense of the nightmare you were trapped in. The sound of Heeseung’s slow, deliberate footsteps echoed behind you, growing louder with each passing second. He wasn’t rushing—he didn’t need to. He had the upper hand, and he knew it.

How did it come to this? Your mind raced as you fought to keep yourself from spiraling into panic. Just hours ago, he was your friend—your ally in this strange, terrifying situation. But now, the realization that he had been the orchestrator of everything, the puppet master behind the mask, hit you like a punch to the gut.

You skidded into the kitchen, eyes scanning wildly for something—anything—to defend yourself. The drawers. You lunged for them, pulling one open and rifling through its contents. A flash of metal caught your eye, and you grabbed a kitchen knife, gripping it tightly in your trembling hands.

A soft, mocking laugh drifted from the hallway. “What’s the plan now?” Heeseung’s voice was calm, almost playful, as he spoke through the Ghost Face mask. “You think you’re going to fight me? You’re in my story.”

His footsteps were getting closer.

You backed up, heart pounding in your chest, gripping the knife so tightly that your knuckles turned white. “I’m not just going to stand here and let you kill me,” you spat, your voice shaking but defiant.

Heeseung’s figure emerged from the shadows of the hallway, the Ghost Face mask a chilling, distorted smile in the dim light. His head tilted slightly, as if amused by your bravery. “That’s what I like about you,” he said, his voice dripping with a twisted kind of admiration. “Always a fighter. But that’s what makes this fun, isn’t it?”

Heeseung raised a gloved hand, revealing the long, sharp blade of the knife that had been hidden beneath his coat. The sight of it sent a jolt of terror through you. You took a step back, keeping the kitchen table between the two of you, trying to buy time, trying to think of a way out.

“This isn’t a movie, Heeseung,” you said, voice trembling. “This is real life. You’re not going to get away with this.”

Heeseung chuckled, the sound dark and menacing. “But that’s where you’re wrong,” he said, twirling the knife in his hand like it was an extension of himself. “This is a story. And you’re still playing your part. You always have been.”

Your back hit the counter, and you realized you were running out of space. Heeseung was toying with you, taking his time, savoring every moment of your fear.

The book’s final pages flashed through your mind as you were trapped, the chilling truth seeping into your bones. You weren’t just a character in the story anymore.

You were its prey.

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delic7te · 2 years ago

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sweet dreams | kaz brekker

kaz brekker x reader

summary: after an exhausting day, kaz lets you spend the night in his office

a/n : sorry for not responding to reqs, life was kinda happening. anyway here's something I wrote a long long time ago

Kaz caught himself looking at you for what seemed like the hundredth time that night, as if you might fall into the ground if he averted his gaze away from you.

The Crows were heading back to The Slat, worn out after a risky heist that ended up being a success but left them all exhausted and weak, eager to go lay back for a good sleep.

Except Kaz. The man was almost always wide awake and on watch, busy with something buisness related. He allowed you to tag along with his work at times because you had quite a gift for things like he did, even though he hired you as a weapon more than as a mastermind. But you became both and Kaz trusted you enough to let you help him out with planning heists and managing the Dregs, as you were in the buisness almost as long as he was. Of course, you had your own reputation and jobs, sometimes working for Kaz but mostly for yourself.

Still, Kaz and you partnered up at times.

When you were finally at the Slat, everyone drifted into their rooms immediately and shortly fell sound asleep. But Kaz needed to get some work done as always, which meant he would take you with him.

"Y/N, come along", he told you when you came through the door, glancing down at you again. You looked like you hadn't slept for weeks, your eyelids threatening to shut down any second now. "Huh?"

"There's some paperwork left if you don't mind", Kaz explains as he limps up the stairs, you following behind.

"Alright." A quiet sigh leaves your lips. "I planned on staying up a little anyway" , you lie.

Kaz felt bad for keeping you up even though he knew all you wanted to do was to lay back on your bed and give your mind a rest, but he still kept a straight cold expression when you both sat down in his office.

You took of your coat and put it on the couch by his window, sitting down on a chair opposite of his at his desk. Kaz sat right down, picking up files and spreading them all over the desk. "Where were we?"

You let out a yawn, covering your mouth with your hand. "Are you sure this can't wait until the morning?"

It could. He knew it could. Yet something in him told him to keep going and keep you by his side for as long as possible.

Tonight, during a job, Kaz got really concerned for you. It was dangerous, bloody and filthy out there and even though you fend for yourself perfectly in jobs like that, he still sometimes saw you as a butterfly whose wings are about to be torn off by vultures and the cruel world.

He hated that. He hated feeling that type of cautiousness. But when you were in his office, working by his side, he could have an excuse to be in your presence while you were perfectly safe. He would never admit that to you, so he would rather keep you occupied and close to him.

"Hang on for just a few minutes, can you?"

With no choice and a small nod, you get back to all the paperwork scattered on the desk before you. "Atleast we got what we needed tonight."

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After some time of silent working together, Kaz stands up from the desk. "Excuse me for a minute", he says as he limps to the bathroom.

Kaz shuts the bathroom door, taking off his gloves. He splashes his face and gloves with water, refreshing himself.

His thoughts shift back to his partner in the next room. When had he begun to trust a person like this? Maybe it were your talents: your fighting skills, your calculated moves, your bright, sharp mind. Or it was simply your charm and wit that enchanted him whole.

Those few minutes of peace with you were all he wanted for the rest of his life. It frustrated him, how much space could someone take up in his head.

Kaz walked out of the bathroom, when he saw you lay your head over your crossed arms spread out on the desk. Your eyes were shut and you looked as if you just passed out.

He realized how he kept you up for no reason, just his selfishness, even though you were tired out of your mind. This time he didn't want to wake you, but he figured you won't be comfortable if you fell asleep in the position you were currently in.

"Y/N?", he whispers softly, careful not to startle you.

Your head rises from the wooden surface. "Sorry", you mumble, rubbing your eyes.

Kaz sits back down. "Don't be. You can stay here overnight, if you wish. My room is open to you."

You shook your head. "No, I'll go back to my place, I'll be fine."

He scoffs. "Just accept something for once. We don't want you to pass out on your way out, do we?"

There was silence after you sighed, burying your face in your hands.

"I insist", Kaz finally says, and you didn't want to resist anymore because you knew that in the end he would make you stay.

"Where would you sleep?"

"I don't need to, yet. Don't worry about me."

"Even geniuses need sleep, Kaz", you frown, standing up from your chair.

He shrugs. "Exactly why you're gonna stay here and get some rest."

"I'll just take the couch here."

When you finally layed down on the couch close to his desk, none of you said anything for a long time. Kaz kept scribbling with his pen, which lulled you to sleep even more.

"You did a good job tonight", Kaz breaks the silence, surprising you.

Your eyes find his and you gaze at each other for a moment. A small nod of appreciation was all you left off before letting your eyelids close and the darkness take over.

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Kaz was finally done with working for the night, which was slowly turning into the morning. It was really late, and you had been asleep for about an hour on the couch, eyes shut and eyelashes spread over your plum cheeks.

You looked relaxed, pleasantly at peace. It was a sight Kaz couldn't take his eyes off.

Before heading to his room, he noticed that it was getting chillier in the space and that nothing covered your body from it.

There was an old blanket hanging from the end of the couch and he picked it up, placing it on top of you and protecting you from the cold in the air.

He admired you one last time. "Sweet dreams, Y/N/N", he whispers, turning around to leave the room.

"Night, bastard", replied a sleepy voice behind his back. Kaz freezes, slight embarrassment washing over him.

He was now glad he wasn't facing you, because he couldn't contain himself from letting his lips stretch into a wide smile.

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thelov3lybookworm · 2 years ago

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I Didn't Ask For This (part ten)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Summary: Marriage had always been something sacred to little Y/n, something dream like, where her husband would come and whisk her away to a fairyland. At least, that's what she had always thought.

All her dreams would be shattered.

But maybe she can salvage them?

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Tw: forced marriage, none more that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.

A/n: I really love this chapter. Let's see if you can find the reference I made in here. I honestly make so many references in the fics I write, but no one has noticed them.

Anyways, enjoy!

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The tension in the air could have been cut by a blunt knife.

The most powerful High Lord in the history of Prythian was staring down one of the most feared man in Prythian, the Spymaster of the Night Court.

They were nearly chest to chest, and Y/n feared that if someone didn't step in, this place would be bathed in blood. So she cleared her throat.

Azriel looked at her, brows furrowed.

"I– can we go back? Can you take me back?"

"Sure–" As he began to turn to her, the High Lord's hand shot out, clamping down on his shoulders. Azriel glared at the hand and then it's owner.

"Cassian can take her back. Or if its him you want to go with, please wait for sometime." Rhys glanced at her while saying the second part. "My office. Now." He threw at Azriel before stalking out of the room.

Everyone watched him go, a muscle feathering in Azriel's jaw as he turned to her. "Don't worry about me. I'll be there soon." With that, he turned and followed Rhys.

Y/n's stomach turned as she thought about what could happen to Azriel. The high lord was said to be ruthless and cunning, and even though he hadn't seemed like it when they first met, she didn't know if she could sit still until she was sure that her husband was safe. The urge to follow him and make sure he wouldn't be harmed was overpowering any sense she had, but before she could take a step, Cassian placed a hand on her shoulder.

He tilted his head towards the door, and she nodded. Glancing back one last time to where Azriel had disappeared, she followed Cassian outside.

She stayed quiet the whole time, muttering a thanks to Cassian when they landed before locking herself in her room.

She couldn't stop thinking about Azriel and what he'd done today. Allegedly done today.

She changed into her nightgown, climbing into bed hoping to sleep. Maybe then her mind would stop trying to find some meaning in his actions. Maybe then her heart would stop trying to make her feel things she didn't want to feel.

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It had been almost more than an hour now, and Y/n couldn't sleep no matter what she did. With a huff of annoyance, she threw the covers aside and stood, stomping to the balcony and leaning against the railing. Her minds inability to just shut the hell up was frustrating.

As her mind drifted through the plethora of thoughts in her head again, she couldn't help but think back to where Azriel might be right now. Was he back yet? He would come to meet her if he was, right?

As soon as she had those thoughts, she heard the familiar scuff of boots coming near, and her chest started loosening. From the sound of it, the door opened and closed behind her, but she didn't turn. She couldn't, because she knew if she did, she wouldn't be able to stop herself from throwing her arms around him and slapping him at the same time. She wondered which she would prefer.

She could feel him coming closer, and she gripped the railing tightly.

"Are you mad at me?" He asked quietly, having stopped a little distance away.

She shook her head. "Did you really do it?"

A pause. "Yes."

She nodded, not knowing what to say to that. He took that as a cue to step forward. She knew he did because one moment her back was cold, and the next, she could feel his body heat through the thin silk of her gown. Suddenly she felt extremely exposed, considering the thing she was wearing barely reached her knee, and it was only held up by thin strings.

She inwardly cursed Nesta for this. Y/n had never worn something like this, and when she and Nesta had started to become friends, Nesta was appaled when she realised Y/n did not sleep half naked.

"Do you have nothing to say to that?" Azriel asked, his body like a furnace behind her.

"What do you want me to say?"

"How– how do you feel about all of this?"

"I don't know..."

"Does it bother you?"

She shook her head. "No, it does not. But what about the women and children?"

"They were evacuated to safety. And your brother, he's here."

At that, she finally turned slightly to look at him. She hadn't even thought of her brother who lived in the camp. She didn't have to worry about Velda as she lived in a different camp.

Azriel towered over her, studying her.

"What?"

"He is living in an inn across the Sidra."

"Really?" When he nodded, relief spread through her. She mumbled a thank you before turning back to the view in front of her.

"Your....your father is alive."

She stiffened. "What?" She whispered.

"He burned in the fire, but I just felt like he didn't suffer enough for his crimes." He stated casually, as if he was telling her about the weather.

She blinked at the night sky before asking the same question again.

"I bought him here. He is where we keep all the prisoners and I... interrogate them. He is badly injured and won't be able to escape. I wanted to ask you before I did anything to him."

She knew exactly what he meant with that.

"What did you want to ask."

"You were the one who suffered from his ministrations. You deserve the right to punish him however you want. You can either let him live, give him a quick death or let me handle him."

"What would letting you handle him entail?"

"I'll go all Spymaster on him. I'll do all the things I do to the prisoners to get information out of them."

She nodded. Thinking for some time, she finally decided. "Then I'll let you handle him."

He was silent for a moment. "Are you sure?"

"I am."

His hands landed on either side of her on the railing as he leaned closer. "Thank you." Butterflies erupted in her stomach as he kissed her shoulder before straightening. "Come, you should sleep."

She turned to him, and ignoring her mind, she followed her heart's urge to wrap her arms around her husband. He froze for a moment before wrapping an arm around her shoulder and using the other to cradle the back of her head.

"Thank you. You didn't need to do this." She mumbled against his chest.

"I absolutely did." She pulled back from him. He smiled and kissed her forehead before tugging her back into the room.

As she lay down and he arranged the covers around her, a thought suddenly occurred to her.

"Azriel? Your father and brothers lived in the camp too. What happened to them?"

He gave her a smile, and honestly she should have been scared of it. But she wasn't, and that scared her more than anything else did.

"They're dead."

"Did you see them?"

"Yes. And it gave me immense satisfaction."

"Wish I could have witnessed it."

He blinked at her, a slow smile spreading on his face. He pushed her hair back from her face as he straightened. "Hmm. Next time I do something like this, I'll make sure to take you with me."

She grinned, just a little bit, shaking her head. He stared at her for a few moments before nodding his head and turning away. "Good night."

She didn't want him to go. Atleast, not yet.

She had only a moment to make her choice, and she did.

Her heart danced with joy while her mind screamed at her that this was a bad idea.

"Azriel." She burst out before she lost her nerve.

He paused, turning back slightly. "Yes?"

"Can you– can you stay?"

He stared at her. "What? You– you want me to stay?"

Instantly, a blush was climbing up her neck. What if he didn't want to stay? She kicked herself mentally. "Only if you wish to–"

"I do." His eyes shone. "Um– do you want me to sleep on the ground? I have no problem with it."

She shook her head. "Stay next to me. Please."

The room was dark, the only light provided by the moonlight filtering in from the doors of the balcony. She almost couldn't see the flush on his neck and face as he rounded the bed, where a few clothes had appeared. He took them and walked into the bathing chamber to change.

When he walked back out he was dressed in loose pants and shirt. He slowly climbed into the bed. He was as stiff as a plank with tension as he lay as far as he could from her.

She smiled and turned on her back. "You can relax you know. You'll never get any sleep if you're that tensed up."

He sighed. "I know."

She bit her lip. "I don't bite...much."

His head whipped to her. And honestly, she agreed. She wasn't bold in any way. She didn't even know where that came from.

"Tell me about something interesting."

"Velaris was built by Rhys's father." He supplied.

"Really? Wasn't he..."

"Cruel? A monster? That he was. But he did build and protect Velaris. The only good thing he did, honestly."

"What was he like?"

Azriel began telling her about the previous High Lord of Night Court, and she listened, her attention rapt. As moments passed, his voice filling the room, he relaxed gradually. He also told her about Cassian's past and his mother.

When he was done, they stayed silent. She processed all the information that had just been dumped on her. She shivered.

"Are you cold?"

"A little."

"Would you accept an olive branch?" She nodded and he pulled her closer. Now she was as stiff as a board.

"Relax. I don't bite...much." He murmured against her hair.

She sat up abruptly. "Was that a joke Spymaster?"

He grinned, pulling her back to his chest. "Maybe." After a pause, he went on. "Sleep. I won't try anything. No funny business unless you ask for it."

"Shame." She mumbled under her breath.

"Did you say something Y/n?"

Of course the bastard heard her. "No."

"I feel like Nesta is a really bad influence on you."

"Shut up." She shoved his chest lightly. He just kissed her head and wished her a good night.

As she drifted off, she felt safer than she had felt in her whole existence. She knew he would protect her always, no matter what.

And maybe that should have scared her, but it just made her feel warm and happy, making something in her chest sing.

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Part 11

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Desert Rose

Chapter 38 ~ Hard Times

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 3

✧ Word Count : 5k

In this chapter ~ After Andrea left the mere second she could, the rest were forced to think over what she had told them. It all led to worry breaking out among the group, affecting Rose the most as she thought of the different scenarios of what could happen to the people she loved. However, Daryl was right by her side to calm her nerves and assure her of the things she feared the most. Not only that, but she also received a long and overdue apology from a certain someone.

About an hour had passed after the heated conversation, before Andrea finally made her big decision to head back to Woodbury. I wasn't exactly surprised in the slightest however, and it's safe to say everyone was feeling the same way as we watched her gather her things. She squirmed a little uncomfortably under all of our gazes, but I thought it was well deserved, watching her visibly turn her back on all of us.

Though Rick insisted for her to take one of our cars to drive back there instead of walking the whole way, which I thought was a little too generous, but I managed to keep my mouth shut. Though I quickly offered to get one of our cars and drive it up myself so she could take it, only really doing it so I could bring back the shittiest one we had. Rick was an idiot if he actually thought I was about to bring back one of the nice ones just for her to take it away and ruin it.

I pulled up far enough so they could open the gate for me as I drove in, veering it off toward the side and putting it in park. Andrea was right by the door as I slightly stepped out, staying in place as I told her how to work this one.

"Okay, this one's a little testy so go easy on the breaks and...oh, you see those wires?" I asked as I gestured to the loose ones under the steering wheel, seeing her nod in return, "Don't touch them." I concluded with a bitter smile before fully exiting the car.

Walking back over to the others, I stood next to Rick who only gave me a pointed look as he noticed what I had done, though I only shrugged in response.

Andrea then glanced around to every single face as we waited to send her off, nodding to herself as there was a little sympathy in her eyes. "Well...take care." she muttered before fully getting into the vehicle, closing the door to take off.

My eyes followed the car, watching Merle pull open the gate for her before I raised my hand up to flip her off as one final goodbye. But Rick quietly scoffed as he reached to push my arm back down, sending me another disapproving look.

"Oh, come on." I muttered, "Take care? Really?" I asked in slight disbelief.

He shook his head, "I know."

Everyone silently watched the car drive further and further away as a new feeling washed over us all. It was uncomfortable and tense and I could tell some were losing hope. After the things that Andrea informed, her begging us to just cooperate so we wouldn't lose this battle, it affected us in some way. Almost like another harsh reality check just like the monsters that were still left in the field.

Once the car completely disappeared from view, I quietly offered to take watch for a little while so Maggie and Carl could rest and have a break. I also found I just wanted a little time to myself, to sit outside and feel the sun on my skin, allowing myself to think over the things we were just told.

Night had eventually fallen but I was still outside watching everything around me even after hours of being out there alone, keeping my eyes peeled for any type of threat. Well, besides the obvious ones that were still snarling on the fields. It was quiet though as I sat by myself, though I didn't mind because of how many more things I was still thinking about over and over again like some kind of broken record.

Andrea showing up mixed in with the conversation I had with Merle left me feeling empty. I wanted to believe that we would win this, that we would get through it, but I honestly wasn't so sure anymore. With my eyes focused on all the walkers in the field, it was just a reminder of what The Governor was capable of. It scared me so badly thinking about the possibility of losing my family, but it was all I could seem to think about. I would rather sacrifice myself a thousand different times before accepting the loss of anyone else. We had already witnessed too much death, experienced so much grief, we didn't need any more of it.

My mind seemed to continue to stay on this loop for what felt like forever as I spaced off. That is until I heard quiet footsteps coming up from behind me and I turned over my shoulder to see Daryl, with a small smile on his face as he made his way over. Though I couldn't find the strength to smile back.

He plopped down next to me with a sigh, "You been out here a while." he stated the obvious.

I only shrugged, "...Just thinking."

"Thinkin? About?" he asked while nudging me.

I sighed as I turned to look out at the fields once more, "Everything."

He nodded and stayed quiet, as we let the calmness of the night do all of the talking we needed to fill the silence. I slowly moved to rest my head on his shoulder while the gun laid lazily in my lap, my eyes watching the walkers move back and forth like clockwork against the gates as they growled. He rested his head on top of mine and delicately moved to place a hand on my thigh, rubbing his thumb lightly over the fabric of my jeans.

I let my mind wander back to The Governor once again and let my anxiety take over as I started to fidget with my hands a little. I couldn't stop. It was like a constant spiral of thoughts were just spinning around my mind, taunting me almost. Seeing how far they could push me before I would just completely break down. But Daryl noticed almost immediately and gently placed his hand on top of mine to get me to stop the moment he realized.

"You okay?" he asked softly.

I slowly lifted my head to look him in the eye, taking in a soft breath, "I'm scared." I admitted, letting the words come out only above a whisper as if I was dreading to admit the defeat out loud.

He his face drastically dropped, bringing me into his arms as he hugged me and pulling me closer to his chest. I squeezed him tightly, as if I were to let him go, he would slip away from me again. The thought of him leaving scared me, but the thought of losing him for good terrified me.

He slowly let go of me and place his pointer finger under my chin so I would look at him, "M' gonna protect ya no matter what." he assured me.

I shook my head, "That's what I'm afraid of."

His expression morphed into confusion, "What do ya mean?"

"I know you would protect me; you would take a bullet for me. But that's what scares me. I don't want to lose you again."

"I ain't gonna die on ya-"

"You don't know that." I was quick to defend, "Daryl, it was hell when I lost you the first time, and that was when I knew you were alive. I don't even know what I would do with myself if you..." I trailed off suddenly.

He shook his head, "Don't think like that."

"I'm just trying to be realistic. After Merle and I talked-"

He huffed out a breath that made me stop in my tracks, "I fuckin knew that's what this was bout, Rosie he's just tryin to get in yer head. It's the only thing he's good at."

"No, he's not." I quickly said, "Believe me I thought that too at first, but he was right...and that scares me too."

He sighed heavily as he tried to think of the right words to say to me. His eyes held so much emotion and all I wanted right now was to get a peek inside his mind and get even a glimpse at what he was thinking. Know exactly the things he wanted to say and piece it together myself.

"I dunno what's gonna happen." he finally spoke, "I can't sit here and tell ya that everthin is gonna be alright cause I don't know that. But I do know that all of us together are strong as hell. We've all been fightin left and right since the beginnin and always had each other's backs, that's somethin that won't change. I think we can beat this as long as we have everyone else, and that's all that matters."

I was taken aback for a second at his words, feeling myself smile a little, almost in pride. "When did you get so wise?" I asked teasingly as I nudged him.

He rolled his eyes, "When my girl started to freak out about all of us dyin. We protect each other. We survived this didn't we?" he asked, gesturing to the field of walkers.

My eyes followed to where he pointed, silently nodding my head in agreement, "Yeah... and you're right. We just have to fight like hell."

"Yeah...and m' more than ready to do it." he stated.

I tilted my head as I looked back over to him, "Why's that?"

His gaze then ducked down a little to try and hide the redness in his cheeks, but I still saw. I always did. "Cause I finally got something to fight for." he said quietly.

A growing smile spread across my face as I stared at him lovingly, "Me too." I whispered.

He looked back up at me and smiled, gently cupping his hand on the side of my face to pull me in for a sweet kiss. I now found I couldn't stop thinking about what he said to me, and how safe I felt in his arms. How he was able to calm me when all I could seem to do was worry. Flipping it completely like a light switch. I was so deeply in love with this man.

He then broke away after a moment or two, pecking my lips once more before fully pulling back, "Alright, come on, let's get ya inside. You need some sleep."

I didn't argue with that, mostly because I could slowly feel the drowsiness sneaking up on me and I knew I had stayed out there for far too long. Though I silently knew in the back of my mind that if he hadn't come out here to drag me back in, I probably wouldn't have for the rest of the night.

As we walked back into the prison, Beth's soft and gentle voice filled the air as she sung, echoing around the cement walls as we made our way through. We walked into the cellblock to see it being lit up by a few candles with the group sitting around just enjoying Beth's harmony along with each other's company. I found myself trailing in slowly, leaning up against a wall next to Hershel and Rick, Daryl following right by my side as we all stood in silence for a moment.

"Andrea's in a jam." Rick suddenly whispered over to the three of us quietly, bouncing Judith lightly in his arms.

"We all are. Andrea's persuasive, this fella's armed to the teeth. Bent on destruction." Hershel said bluntly.

Daryl tilted his head a bit toward him, "So, what do you wanna do?"

"We match it," Rick said, "I'm going on a run."

I looked towards him, noticing how tired he looked, "I can head out tomorrow." I offered instead.

He shook his head, "No, you stay here. You and Daryl keep an eye on Merle for me." he spoke before looking directly at Daryl, "I'm glad you're back, really...but if he causes a problem, it's on you."

He nodded his head in understanding, "I got him."

"I'm gonna take Michonne with me, and Carl. I think he's ready. I'm counting on you two to hold down the fort for me." he nodded to Daryl and I.

"You got it." I assured him with a small nod.

The conversation ended there, all of us just tuning back in to listen to Beth while we embraced each other's company. I truly wanted to cherish each moment I had like this, not knowing when it would be the last. Even after Daryl's reassurance, there was obviously still a little worry I had in the back of my mind, though I had hope we would all make it through just like everything else.

But I also grew to think about if and when we moved past this, what would be the next obstacle? What would be the next thing that threatened to tear us apart? I didn't want to waste it, any time I had left with the people I loved and kept the closest to me, I would hold it near my heart forever. Never wanting to take any of it for granted.

My eyes then scanned around the room at everyone and paused briefly on Glenn who was surprisingly already looking at me. We hadn't spoken a word to each other all day besides the little argument we had earlier. He had no idea how badly I just wanted this to be over, to be able to apologize to each other and actually stand to be within the same room without tearing each other apart. But I knew I should at least wait until tomorrow.

Right now, I was enjoying this peaceful moment with my family. A moment that I really needed.

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The next morning everyone woke up early and Rick kept his word as he packed up and headed out on a run with Michonne and Carl. Though the real reason he wanted to bring the woman along with them was because he simply didn't trust her to be at the prison with everyone else. He would've much rather her come with the two of them so he could keep an eye on her, see how well she would do with scavenging, how well she could watch their backs. How well she could potentially fit in with the rest given some time.

But with that, they gathered their things and all hopped in a car and took off down the gravel road, hoping to find the weapons and ammo they so desperately needed. With how low they were running recently, they would need everything they could get in order to make it through this sudden reality.

Silence fell over the prison as everyone kept to themselves for most of the day it seemed like. All of them just did their own thing, but still helping out in some way. Someone would watch Judith, two or three people at a time would keep watch, and some others would help with making food or doing a weapon check.

Daryl was currently keeping watch in the silence, and that alone gave him some time to think. He found he was slightly stressed even though he would never admit it out loud. Rick leaving him and Rose in charge of the whole group made him feel uneasy for some reason, especially when they had to watch their backs twenty-four-seven now. He never really liked the idea of leading a group and was always somewhat glad Rick stepped up to fill that position because he knew he could never do it himself. It was truly too much responsibility, and worry filled him at the thought of something happening while he was out.

But he quickly reminded himself that it was just for the day, and that he had Rose looking out for everyone too. He wasn't in this alone; he never was. It was something he was still getting used to.

His mind then began to wander to the conversation him and Rose shared last night, mindlessly glancing over to the spot they sat. It hurt him to see how worried she was about everything, even though she had a very good reason to be. Worrying about everyone else around her as well as him.

Though he didn't think she quite understood just how much he cared about her. Yes, she knew, but did she actually understand? It was like ever since he laid eyes on her, he felt the sudden urge to protect her. No matter what it was. He would protect her from the whole goddamn world if it were possible, wanting to shield her from anything that could hurt her.

Though these feelings of overprotectiveness confused him in the beginning of it all, not wanting to get attached, he found he still did with just a snap of her finger. But he wouldn't want it any other way.

The man truly meant it when he thought she brought out the best in him, because it was nothing but the truth. It was like he became this whole entirely new person when he was around her. He was soft and kind instead of cold and distant like he used to be. But he soon realized he wanted to be a better person for her. It now all made sense on why he was feeling these different things for her, even in the beginning. He was so in love with her, but his heart knew it before his head could even comprehend it.

Though now that he was thinking about it, his face scrunched up a little as he wondered what she was doing right now. He had gotten up earlier than she did and slipped out of their cell quietly so she could sleep a little longer, and he's been outside ever since.

"Hey Daryl!" he heard a voice suddenly call.

He turned around to see Maggie standing there with one hand blocking the sun from her eyes, "I can take over if you want to relax a bit?" she suggested.

He nodded his head, "Thanks." he said before switching places with her, turning to head back into the prison and out of the baking sun.

When he made it over to pull open the heavy door, making his way into the common room, he stopped dead in his tracks with furrowed brows as he almost didn't believe what he was seeing. Merle was sitting down at one of the tables with Rose placed right across from him, playing cards together peacefully. He stood back for a moment in complete silence, watching them with a small smile on his face and his arms crossed over his chest as he was almost curious to see the interaction.

Rose sighed in defeat as she glanced up, "Alright what do you got?" she asked the man.

Merle gestured out to her, "Please, lady's first."

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, laying down her cards that clearly weren't a very good pair. Daryl couldn't really tell what they were from where he was standing, but just by seeing the look on Merle's face, she had clearly lost terribly.

Merle started to chuckle, placing his cards down flat on the table right after her, "Ace of spades little lady." he bragged.

"How?" Rose questioned, with shock clear in her voice.

He shrugged, "Years of practice. Give up yet?" he asked while gathering the entire deck in his hands.

"No...I'll win one game, I can feel it." she said oh so confidently with a smug smile.

Merle chuckled at the girl before taking a brief moment to really look at her. There was no denying that there was something about her that drew him in. Though not in any romantic way, he couldn't really pinpoint what it was. She radiated a very good energy that he desperately needed, and he couldn't help but wonder if that was part of the reason Daryl was with her.

She made him somehow feel warmer inside even though he hardly knew her at all. It was a little concerning to him considering Merle didn't really care much for anyone, but as he spent more time with her, the man grew to care the smallest bit for Rose. But he would rather die than say it out loud of course.

He then snapped out of his thoughts and started to shuffle the cards expertly on the table, "Alright suit yourself. But just know this will end with me winning the twelfth game in a row." he spoke cockily.

"Well, it's a good thing we aren't betting on anything then, isn't it?" she questioned with a tilt of her head.

He chuckled quietly to himself as he started to pass out the cards. "Careful, he cheats like there's no tomorrow." Daryl's voice suddenly spoke from the entrance.

Their heads turned towards the right as they looked at him and Rose instantly smiled, "Hey, where have you been?"

"Been out on watch for a few hours," he muttered as he moved across the space to take a seat next to her, "What're ya playin?"

"Playin rummy, and your girl here hasn't won a single game." Merle stated.

Rose placed a hand over her chest in mock offense, "Wow, you know in my defense it's been a while since I've played, okay? No need to get cocky."

The brothers chuckled quietly, while Daryl then spotted some soup Rose had been eating right beside her, reaching his arm around to take a spoonful into his mouth. Rose never took her eyes off of the cards she was dealt, but she wordlessly pushed the bowl closer to him so he could have as much as he wanted. Daryl mumbled a quiet "thank you."before taking another huge bite into his mouth, while Merle looked at them with a scrunched up face.

"Y'all make me sick." he said.

"Shut up." Daryl muttered as Rose peered over her cards to send him a glare.

He chuckled to himself before perking up a bit to watch the two closely. He didn't know if he liked the idea of his baby brother being in a relationship let alone watching it unfold in front of him. He thought relationships were a waste of time and always ended badly, at least they always did for him. But what Merle really couldn't wrap his head around, was how Daryl was able to get her in the first place.

He knew how awkward his brother was around women, so when he saw their interaction as they tearfully parted ways just days prior, he was truly shocked. Daryl was never good with women and had never really been in a serious relationship before, so Merle thought that they wouldn't last long at all.

But as he watched Daryl help her put her cards in place, seeing her laugh quietly about whatever he was whispering in her ear, a thought crossed his mind that maybe they would be okay.

"Put that one down." he muttered to her as he ate another bite.

She glanced at the card before raisin an eyebrow toward him, "Isn't this kind of cheating?" she asked.

"Nah." he shrugged, watching her place down the card anyway.

After a few more long rounds, Rose was finally successful as she had won a game all by herself and feeling quite proud about it too. The Dixon brothers were amused at how happy she was, clapping her hands excitedly with a wide smile on her face. And although Daryl would never admit it, he liked seeing his brother and his girl get along. He didn't want them to get too close however because he knew deep down that his brother wasn't the best person, but he still wanted them to get somewhat comfortable around one another considering the man was still his family.

Rose then got up from her seat after the last game came to an end, "Alright, I'm going to stretch my legs, do you know who's on watch?" she asked Daryl.

"Maggie took over for me, but I dunno if she's still out there." he informed.

She just nodded and headed out for some fresh air, practically skipping out of the prison to talk to Maggie about her fantastic win against Merle.

Daryl watched her walk all the way outside, before turning back to his brother and raised an eyebrow at him in suspicion, "Ya let her win." he said.

Merle only shrugged, "Don't know what you're talkin about."

His eyes narrowed for a moment as he saw right through his lie, but said nothing as he nodded in response, before dealing the cards again to play a round with him. Though he couldn't stop the knowing smirk from forming on his face as he thought about how his brother was becoming a little soft for the girl he loved so deeply.

Rose made her way outside and went up to where Maggie usually was when she kept watch but she scrunched up her face slightly when she wasn't there. Her eyes then panned around before her face fell slightly at the person she saw standing on the other side instead. It was Glenn, and by the looks of it he hadn't seen her walk out yet.

She didn't want to be in this constant fight with him anymore, but at the same time didn't know if he would be willing to talk to her, and she didn't want to get him all riled up again. She then just decided to look out at all of the walkers surrounding the fence, avoiding looking in his direction as she got some sunlight on her skin. This all felt so stupid, fighting constantly about pretty much nothing when the both of them knew they should be cherishing these moments instead.

Ever since the first few incidents with The Governor, the reality check being thrown in their faces, they shouldn't take anything for granted. Not anymore.

"Hey." his voice suddenly spoke from next to her, nearly restarting her heart.

She jumped slightly at his sudden presence as she didn't even hear him walk up to her, "Jesus...Christ." she enunciated as she held her chest, feeling her heart pound beneath her palm.

He laughed lightly, "I-...sorry." he spoke a bit sheepishly.

"It's okay." she reassured.

The two seemed to stand in awkward silence for a few long and lingering moments, before Glenn tried to keep the conversation going, "So...what are you doing out here?"

"Oh, I just...needed some fresh air. I felt like I was inside for too long..." she trailed off.

There was another silence and it was clear neither one of them knew what to say. Glenn for one wanted to apologize for being such a dick to her recently, he wanted to explain that it wasn't her, and it was just because he was angry about everything that had been happening around them. One thing on top of another. He truly missed her a lot, catching himself a number times the past couple of days trying to look for her to tell her something. But then remembering that they weren't really speaking.

Rose on the other hand, just wanted to talk to him like normal again, whether he apologized or not. She understood in the back of her mind why he had been acting this way, and it wasn't his fault. He had every right to be angry about the situation and what The Governor did to both him and Maggie. She just wanted her best friend back.

The two of them then both inhaled suddenly as if they were going to speak at the same time, laughing quietly to themselves as they seemed to be thinking the same thing.

Rose gestured to him, "You first."

His eyes softened as he glanced towards her, "Rose I...I just want to say I'm sorry. I've been such an asshole to you recently and you haven't even done anything wrong. I'm just- just so angry at like... everything. And I just want this to be over- The Governor I mean, and the things I've said to you recently...I didn't mean any of it. I'm just sorry. You think you could...forgive me?"

She didn't say anything as he finished speaking, only bringing him in for a tight hug almost instantly. He was shocked at first at the quickness of her actions, but then wrapped his arms around her with a growing smile on his face. A wave of relief washed over him, knowing she wasn't upset anymore and wanted to be done fighting just as much as he did.

"I'm sorry too." she spoke gently as she pulled away, "I'm pretty sure I've said some fucked up things to you too and you didn't deserve that. I just miss you."

"I miss you too." he expressed, "God, you have no idea how hard it was to not talk to you, I have so much to tell you." he said.

She laughed lightly at his excitement, "Well, tell me everything."

He smiled brightly, "Okay, okay, so there has been one good thing that's been happening in the midst of all this bullshit..." he stated before pausing for some dramatic effect, "...I'm going to ask Maggie to marry me."

Her eyes widened and a huge grin was plastered on her face, "Oh my God!" she pushed his shoulder lightly, "Oh, that's so great, I'm so happy for you!"

"Do you think she'll say yes?" he asked sheepishly.

She scoffed, "Are you kidding me, you guys are so in love it makes me want to vomit. And that's coming from me." she gestured.

He laughed at her words before reaching down and fishing through in his pocket for a moment or two, pulling out the ring he had seconds later to show her. She gazed down to look at it and her smile got even wider if that were possible, watching it glisten in the sunlight.

"Wow this is so crazy. You're proposing." Rose almost squealed.

"I know." Glenn squealed back and took her hands in his as they jumped up and down a few times from their excitement, laughing loudly together as they did so.

They then spent the next few hours together on watch, talking constantly the entire time. There was never a dull moment as they sat out there together, not once. Both of them felt utterly relieved to have each other again, especially when they didn't really know what the future looked like for them. The two hoped that everything would work out, but nothing is guaranteed these days. All they knew right now however, is that they had each other again.

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delilaha · 3 days ago

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Nothing is Fine

March of Pain Day 26: Infection

Ponyboy comes down with a bout of pnuemonia when it's only him and Johnny in the church.

Ponyboy doesn't know how long he and Johnny had been at this church for. A week? Month? He's been sleeping so much the days have blurred together a long time ago; whenever that would be. It's not like he can help it; his chest is feeling heavier by the hour and his coughing just won't stop, even after Johnny made the trip to get him some medicine a few days ago (or was it hours?). It's all he could seem to do lately, even when Johnny tries to keep him up by reading Gone with the Wind, but eventually he gives up and just cushions his jacket beneath Pony's head. Too bad Dally didn't let them bring pillows.

Pony wishes he could say the church wasn't a bad hideout. After all, they have the basic necessities: running water, a decent food supply, and, well, shelter. Although, it's not much of a warm, effective shelter when there are holes in the ceiling and you have a fever that makes it feel like you never even dried off the fountain water. Not to mention the fact that Pony only has an oversized jacket to keep him warm, and poor Johnny only has a jean jacket that he grew out of a month ago (that he lends to Pony a good amount of the time, anyway). Johnny tried to get him to sit out in the sun whenever it was nice enough out, but some days the autumn chill really seeped in or it was too overcast and it would probably be worse than just staying inside. Plus, Pony's usually content with just lying by Johnny's side, which is what they were doing now.

"Pony? You okay?" Johnny asked, voice quiet and a bit rough from all the reading he was doing. Ponyboy felt him lay his hand on his scratchy, bleached hair, and brush it away from his forehead.

"Mhm," Pony mumbled, his eyes staying shut as he fought back a cough. He tried to take a few deep breaths through his nose, and dug his head deeper into Johnny's shoulder.

"When Dally said he'd stop by when it's safe, I was hoping it wouldn't take this long," Johnny mutteres, shutting the book and dropping it to his side. He grimaced when he saw the cloud of dust it made when it hit the floor, and quickly swatted it away in hopes to not make Ponyboy fall into another coughing fit.

"Not his fault," Pony croaked, bringing his knees up to his chest. He let out a weak cough into his elbow, before taking a wheezy breath and shutting his eyes again.

"Yeah," Johnny agreed, his voice quiet and slightly discouraged. He wrung his arm around Pony's shoulder and fell silent, allowing the only sound to be Ponyboy's wheezy breaths.

Pony tried to doze off again, but he found it hard with the way he was sitting. His chest felt suffocating and heavy, and everything was just too stuffy. He wished it was a nice day out; but it was drizzling and windy, not a good combination for someone with a nasty cough. Usually he loved the smell and feeling of water in the air, but his lungs got enough of that for a lifetime. He doesn't exactly think they'll be thanking him if he decides to sit outside in it, even if it is just a little drizzle. Plus, it was night time. There'd be no vitamin D to save him now, raining or not.

Ponyboy unlatched his arms from around his knees, letting them slip to the dusty, wooden floor. He shoved his clammy hands in the pockets of the old, musty sweater he was given at Bucks and tried to ignore the cold sweat forming along his forehead.

"We gotta get this fever under control, man." Pony heard Johnny mutter under his breath, as he pulled Pony in a little closer. "Your cough is pretty bad, huh?

After a second, Pony nodded, not wanting to stress Johnny out with his affirmation but figuring it wouldn't exactly be a good idea to act like he was fine and dandy.

"I'm sorry I got you into this mess... I don't know what I was thinking. I should've just brought you home right when you came to me, or took you to Two-Bit's or something," Johnny muttered, almost under his breath like he wasn't sure if he wanted Ponyboy to hear it. But he did, and Pony perked up pretty quick.

"It's not your fault, I didn't want to go home." Pony said, trying to force his voice above a meek croak, but it only made his throat feel like it was on fire. "I'd be dead if it weren't for you,"

"Yeah, well, those assholes still tried to drown you anyway, and now look where we are." Johnny said, words morbid and his voice rising. Ponyboy stayed silent, staring at his feet as he felt Johnny shake next to him. Pony took a wheezy breath as his words sunk in: was he gonna die here? Were they gonna die here?

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you worked up. It's been too long; if Dally doesn't come to get us tomorrow, I'm getting us outta here." Johnny said, his hands shaking as he pulled at the strings along the hem of his shirt.

"What about the cops?" Ponyboy stressed. Going out there now would be a death sentence! What if Johnny gets caught by them and he isn't able to get them to come back here to pick him up, and he just dies here, suffocating on dry land?

"Screw the cops," Johnny finalized, squeezing Pony's shoulder reassuringly, but it didn't stop his racing heart. He wants to go home.

"Just get some sleep, alright? I'll figure it out. Don't worry."

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Ponyboy didn't think he'd be able to fall asleep, but one restless nap later and he was waking up to two voices speaking and sun was streaming through the boarded windows.

Wait, two voices?

Ponyboy shot up at this; what if the cops had found them? Or robbers? Cops and robbers? He wouldn't be surprised; with everything going on Pony's been trying his best to prepare for the absolute worst.

Pony was hardly able to catch a glimpse of who the two were before he was doubled over in a terrible coughing fit that rattled his bones and made it feel like his chest was about to explode. Immediately, Ponyboy knew he got way worse overnight.

"Pony? Shit, man," A voice said from above him, and Ponyboy recognized the voice but couldn't place it over all his coughing. A gentle hand rubbed his back, and Pony was relieved right away; he didn't know a single cop who had a warm enough soul to do that. Or a robber, for that matter.

"Sorry," Pony wheezed in between shallow breaths that weren't very effective in bringing in air. It took another few moments to compose himself , but finally he was able to lift his head to see who the two people were.

The first person he noticed was Johnny; obviously he'd still be here. He gave him a soft smile, his hand still lightly patting his back. Slightly to the other side of him, towering over the two, was Dally, an uncharacteristically distraught look on his face, his shaggy hair shading his face as he looked over them. Ponyboy let out another sigh/cough/choke of relief and he planted his palms onto the ground, trying to catch his breath as efficiently as possible.

"You okay now?" Johnny asked, his hands off Pony's back, but still crouching down. His eyebrows were furrowed (which Ponyboy actually got to see now, thanks to the crap haircuts they gave each other a few days ago), and his eyes were big and worried.

"Yeah, sorry," Ponyboy said finally, once he had enough air in his lungs to speak. he wishes he could just go back to sleep; this fit had really tired him out this time, and his eyelids were practically drooping shut as he looked up at Johnny and Dally.

"It's alright kid," Dally spoke up, his hands on his hips as he looked down at him. Suddenly, his face grew into a smile. "Man, look at our little blondie over here,"

At his teasing, Pony could practically feel his face and ears go red. He rubbed his hands over his burning face (from both fever and embarrassment) and self-consciously smoothed his hair back from his forehead, as if the strands were still long and healthy enough to actually stay there.

"He's sick, Dal. Can't it wait?" Johnny said in defense of him, but he was smiling now, too.

"Yeah, I guess," Dallas sighed, the smile falling from his face as he crouched down. He pressed the back of his hand to Pony's forehead and Ponyboy let him. Normally, he'd be embarrassed to let somebody like Dally be so worried about him, but he felt too shitty to care. Plus, Dally's seriousness worried him, and he knew that if he tried to play it off like he was fine, Dally would slap him silly and still proceed to check for a fever like a mother hen.

"Damn, you're like a furnace," Dally confessed, his eyes wide. Pony just looked away, and rested his back against the cool, wooden wall. His breaths came in short, raspy gasps, and he shut his eyes, trying to calm his churning stomach down.

"I told you, he's not fine, this isn't some cold. Something's wrong," He heard Johnny insist, whilst keeping his tone of voice steady and quiet. Dally didn't say anything for a second.

"Look, maybe I can try and get a doctor up here or something, but-" Dally started, but Johnny cut him off quickly.

"You're not gonna find any doctor that will be willing to do that, unless you find them in a back alley. He needs a hospital, he can hardly breathe! I can't take care of him by myself, he needs more than me." Johnny said, his voice desperate. If Pony wasn't too busy focusing on how light headed he felt, he'd probably be impressed with how much Johnny said in under thirty seconds.

"Johnny, the cops are still out there looking for you two!" Dally exclaimed, his voice rising, and Pony wished he would stop it, because his head was really starting to pound.

"I don't care!" Johnny stated, his voice raising as well. Pony heard Dally sigh heavily, and he could imagine his running his hands through his hair right about now, something he usually did when he got worked up.

"Look," Dallas said after a second,keeping his voice down a bit more but clearly annoyed now, "I'll take ya'll home. Okay? But don't blame me if they take you in, got it?"

"Yes." Johnny agreed, his voice firmer than Pony's ever heard it before. In the midst of his drowsy state of staring at the ground and trying not to pass out, Ponyboy felt his heart swell, because he's never heard Johnny stick up for anyone like that, nevermind speak to that like the Dallas Winston. What he said to him a few nights ago was nothing compared to what just went down!

After another second, Ponyboy heard some bustling about the small room. He saw Dally picking up the few things they had with them, like their book, a few leftover packets of food, and gathered some of the stray cigarettes and playing cards. Johnny then appeared in front of him, a hand holding out to Pony.

"We're gonna get you home, alright?" He told Pony, his voice a ton softer than how he'd been speaking to Dally just a few moments ago.

Pony simply nodded, and although he wanted to actually say something, he couldn't find the words or the power. That coughing fit he had right when he woke up really sucked the very last drops of any energy Ponyboy had.

Pony reached out a shaky and clammy hand to grab onto Johnny, and although it was tougher than Pony'd like to admit, he was able to stand after a few seconds and Johnny quickly rang his arm around Pony to support him.

Unfortunately, this had only made the pounding in Ponyboy's head worse, and the lightheadedness he was suffering from on the ground turned into full on stars. His lungs felt so impossibly heavy and uncomfortable, he could hardly breathe at all now.

He had only gotten a few steps before his stomach turned to ice and he blacked out before he hit the floor.

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"C'mon, Pony," Ponyboy heard a voice speak softly as he slowly crept back into consciousness again.

The first thing he noticed was the bed he was laid on- it was so nice in contrast to the hard, dirty, wooden floor of the old church that the realization alone almost made him fall back asleep. And he could finally take comfortable, deep(ish) breaths in. But there was a hand running through his hair that he just couldn't ignore and there was this odd smell of cleaning product.

Wanting to know where he was, Pony tried to force his eyes open, but they felt so heavy and he was just so comfortable it made the task almost impossible. Sure, the bed wasn't his one at home, but it was better than nothing.

However, he fought the sleep pulling him under and cracked his eyes open, squinting against the bright florescent light that immediately made itself known on the white, stark ceiling.

"That's it," The person spoke, and it took a second for Pony to realize that the voice wasn't a figment of his imagination.

He turned his eyes over to the figure sitting in a chair next to him and realized it was Sodapop. He could've sobbed with relief as he gave Pony one of his winning smiles, and gathered him in his arms into a bear hug. It pulled at some of the wires sticking into his skin and at the too big hospital gown, but it was so good to be hugged by someone in clean clothes!

"Oh, Pony, what'd you get yourself into this time, huh?" Soda asked, with tears in his eyes, and Ponyboy had to really hold back from sobbing this time. He just simply buried his head into his brother's shoulder.

"I'm sorry," He cried, his voice muffled against Soda's shoulder. He was probably getting tears on Soda's flannel, but he didn't seem to care as he hugged Ponyboy back even tighter.

"It's okay, Pony," He assured, before breaking the hug and laying Ponyboy back down onto the hospital bed.

"Look at me, got me cryin' and shit," Sodapop laughed as he ran the back of his hand over his eyes. Ponyboy smiled before glancing around the room.

"What happened?" He asked, realizing that he doesn't remember getting to the hospital at all. Wasn't he just at Windrixville two seconds ago?

"Johnny said you passed out when Dally went to get you guys. Doc says you got pneumonia or whatever it's called. Some sort of lung infection from the fountain water or something." Soda said, rubbing Pony's arm as he did so. Ponyboy stayed silent for a second, taking all of this information in.

Pneumonia. That makes sense. Jeez, poor Johnny, needing to take care of a kid with pneumonia all by himself-

Wait.

"Soda, where's Johnny?!" Ponyboy asked suddenly, shooting up from where he'd just gotten comfortably propped on the bed. Soda's hands grabbed his shoulders before gently pushing him back down.

"He's taking questions from the police," Soda told him. Ponyboy opened his mouth to say something, eyes going wide with regret- why would he let him take him home?- but Sodapop held up a hand before he could say anything more. "He's not getting arrested, not yet anyway. They just took him in for questioning. He's alright." This settled Pony down a bit, but that doesn't mean he didn't stop worrying.

"Wait," Pony said after a second, "Where's Darry?"

"He's talking with the insurance people right now. Don't worry, he's here," Soda said, who had gone back to stroking Pony's hair.

Ponyboy felt his eyes flutter, sleep closing in again as his head sunk back into the pillow. He nodded, but he wished Darry were here now. He didn't care about the stupid slap anymore. He just wanted to see his brother after his week of hell.

"When will he be back?" Pony asked, trying to fight the drowsiness, but whatever medicine the doctor gave him must be working.

"Soon," Sodapop assured with a smile. "Go back to sleep now, okay, honey? You look beat."

He didn't need to tell Pony twice- he was out like a light in seconds.

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The next time Ponyboy woke up couldn't have been that much later. He didn't open his eyes this time though, he was much too tired and he didn't feel like trying when there was nobody willing him to.

However, he knew he wasn't alone with the way a calloused hand held his and how their thumb brushed over his knuckles. How they stroke his hair, although pulling on a strand or two here and there unlike Sodapop.

He knew without even needing to open his eyes that it was Darry, and that comforted him back to sleep pretty quick.

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A/N: just so you guys know i promise i finished this on day 26 i was just too lazy too post it onto tumblr bc i finished it kind of late lol

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #sodapop curtis #darry curtis #dally winston #fanfic #one shot #se hinton #march of pain 2025 #angst #ao3 fanfic #sickfic #hurt/comfort

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sleepless-writes · 1 year ago

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Kitty Gang (Part 4)

Pairing: Agust D x Reader, Baby J x Reader

Genre: Cyber Punk Au, Unrequited love, f2l

Warnings: Swear Words, Blood, Sexual Themes, Drug use

Words: 2.368 Words

Note: Hi, I hope you like this part of my first fanfic!

The Party Agust meant was not like I imagined. In my head, he knows some shady people who are living in the streets of Nightlife City. People who are taking drugs to escape reality. People who look twice their age because the city makes them older but suddenly we were in front of a huge apartment complex. A tall building, illuminated by the surrounding buildings. Windows bigger than me, the cars parking in front leading to the conclusion that only the richest people can afford to live in this area. It was another world and it seemed like Agust was a part of it somehow.

„Don't emberres me okay, he is my best customer.“ Agust said. „Woah Yoongi I didn’t know you would sell drugs to people who can actually afford your stuff.“ JK replied. „Shut up kid.“

We went up the elevator. I was too stunned to speak. Part of it was still because of the job but the fact that I was never at a party like that didn’t help either. Sure I was clubbing from time to time but the safety of my room was more my thing. Yoongi had to feel that I was still not fully there so he held me close to him. The other boys were excited and talked endlessly.

„Just stay close to me, some guys don’t know how to behave.“ Yoongi murmured in my ear. I just nodded. The elevator stopped at the penthouse.

We could hear the loud beats and the bass from outside but as soon as Yoongi rang the bell someone shouted: „Put the volume down! Maybe it's the police again!“ But when the man appeared at the door and saw Yoongi his face lit up. „Agust D. Man, never thought you would really come to one of my parties!“ He said. „And you brought people too! Never imagined you had so many friends!“ Yoongi just rolled his eyes at this statement and shook the guy's hand. „Thanks for inviting me.“ „Sure thing D, anything for my favorite dealer.“

And with no time we had the time of our lives. V and Baby J danced in the crowd, already surrounded by beautiful girls and boys. Jin and RM were located in the open kitchen and talked with a drink in their hands, while JK flirted with a girl on the balcony, sharing a joint. Yoongi had still a hand on my back while we walked to a fluffy-looking couch.

As we sat he asked: „how are you feeling?“ „I would feel better with a drink I guess.“ „No problem, let me chill for a sec then I bring you something.“ „Thanks, Agust.“ „Sure.“ He became quiet. After a while, he asked: „Y/N do you want to leave us?“ I was stunned jet again. „Why would you believe that?“ „I didn't want to pry but I saw that you looked for a train ticket out of the city earlier this week, so I thought you wanted to go. Sorry.“ I remembered. When I stayed with him in his bed. I was sure he slept. „No, I just was in my head and missed my hometown.“ I said. „I think you would like it there. It's peaceful and near the sea.“ „Sounds nice, promise to take me with you if you ever go back, okay? Don’t leave me here all alone.“ I grinned. „If you looked closely you already know, I wanted to buy two tickets. Even if I think, you wouldn’t be alone here too.“ He hid his face in my shoulder. He was embarrassed. „Maybe not alone, but I only feel like myself with you.“ He raised his head and searched for my eyes. „You know, I sell so many drugs to people, I took so many myself but nothing hit me like you did.“ My heart stopped a beat and decided to speed up a second later. „Yoongi, I…I think…“ I couldn’t form the right words to say. I wanted to tell him that I love the time we spent together, that I feel safe with him, that I want him with me forever. And maybe my heart already knew what I wanted but my mind was thinking about Jimin. Feelings were the hard stuff. „Don't worry, we talk about it later. I get us a drink. Just wait here.“

And with that he was gone and I had time to look around. The music was loud again and most people danced in the living room. Others were standing on the side and talked or kissed. The lights were dimmed and neon light in purple, pink and blue gave the apartment a dreamy glow. The furniture was white and black and expensive looking but the owner seemed not really interested that a girl was dancing on his marble kitchen counter with her high heels on. The owner sat in a big armchair by a window, he took a little red pill and rested his head on the backrest. Someone shouted: „I'm gonna punch you asshole.“ Agust was still gone. The people here didn't seem old, not like the folks on the streets.

Suddenly Jimin appeared next to me on the couch he looked high. Pupil big and smile even bigger. „Isn’t that an amazing night, dove? So many beautiful things to play with.“ „I guess so.“ I replied quite. I was tired. „Come on! You have to enjoy this part of the city as well if you always focus on the shitty things, you can’t become happy at all.“ „I don't know if I can, we will leave at some point and we have to face the shitty reality again.“ „Wrong, its not the reality that’s bullshit, it's your mindset. If you had money, what would you do? I tell you what I think, you would still sit in your room, your laptop in front of you and you would still hate the city. Maybe your room would be bigger, above the clouds so you can ignore what’s going on outside but that’s all.“ I thought about it, he was probably right but I can’t seem to be like him. What’s wrong with me? „Love, don’t think, just feel for a moment, focus on the music how your heartbeat is reacting to the bass, focus on the sweet smell of all the smoke settling over us.“ He gave me a baby blue pill. „Focus on me.“ He looked me deep in the eyes, they were smiling like his whole appearance. „You are so fucking high.“ I told him with an unimpressed expression. „So what? You could too. We could live in the same reality for one night.“ He shrugged his shoulders. His eyes never stopped watching me. „Fuck it.“ I said and before I could think too much I swallowed the pill. Jimin laughed and I felt my heart beating to the beat of the music for a moment, then I joined Jimin in Wonderland. Everything was so much louder and I wished Yoongi would be here with me. I wanted to see his gummy smile so badly. Jimin was on his feet and dragged me with him on the dance floor. V was still there. He hugged me when he saw me and jelled over the music: „Now you finally a real part of the Kitty Gang!“ He looked proud and I smiled. He spun me around and now Jimin was in front of me. He looked like an angel and a demon at the same time. When he took my hand in his and guided my body to dance against his I felt free.

Yoongi came back to the couch just to find it empty. He panicked. He blamed himself for leaving you alone and he blamed Namjoon and Jin for stopping him coming back faster. He had a million scenarios in his head about what could possibly happen to you but he hoped you were just with someone from the gang. „Fuck!“ He cursed and stepped into the crowd.

In the meantime I danced with Jimin, it was hot in the room and my body was even hotter. I tried to open my eyes but they were sleepy, my mind was wide awake. It was hard to think of something else than Jimin. The room spun upon me, I'm gonna fall, I was sure about that. Fall...fall down the rabbit hole, but Jimin was there to catch me. „Stay with me bunny. The night just begun.“ Es whispered in my ear. „Let's get us out of here.“ „Tell Yoongi that we are going home.“ I „Tch, I help you to forget everything else but me.“ And with these words, he put his lips on mine. It wasn’t how I imagined our first kiss. I thought it would be full of affection and with butterflies in my stomach but he worked fast and his lips were first on my lips but soon he traveled to my ear and then my neck. He bit me playfully. V cheered next to us. His words were just mumbling to me. Jimin stopped abruptly and took my hand. Then he told V: „ If you see Yoongi, tell him I bring Y/N home, she is done.“ V just winked at us.

After a while Yoongi stood on the balcony, cigarette in his mouth and eyes closed, he looked everywhere and asked everyone he knew. The only ones he didn’t find were Jimin and Taehyung. Maybe they took her with them but nobody was answering their phones. He was tired. But the moment he wanted to go back inside, Taehyung stepped into the cool air next to him. „Hey did you see Y/N? I lost her?“ „Yeah, but don’t worry, Jimin brought her home. She was high as fuck.“ He replied. „You tell me I shouldn’t worry when fucking Jimin is with Y/N?“ Yoongi almost yelled. He panicked again. „Chill, they went home.“ „Fine, I’m out. Bye.“ „Hey, let them have some fun.“ But Yoongi was gone. He didn’t care about the people he pushed out of the way, or JK who wanted to smoke with him. He was too far gone. And as he arrived home, Y/N came out of the bathroom, with a lazy grin. She waved at him, happy to see him, but he only saw the red marks on her neck. Was he too late?

Worst decision I decided on ever. I told Agust that Baby J kissed me at the party just a few seconds ago and that he was now waiting in his room. He is waiting, because he wants me, just me. I felt like flying and dancing and all that shit people always talk about in movies. Yoongi didn’t smile at all. I thought he would be happy for me, just a little bit but right now his face was grossed out. Was there something I missed, something I can't remember?

„Y/N can’t you see that he just wants fun for one night, he’s not serious!“ He spoke through gritted teeth. „Maybe that’s okay with me! I can have fun too!“ I shouted. Why did I shout? „We both know that you have feelings for him, but you are stupid and can’t see that he just thinks you are cute and an easy fuck.“ He answered coldly.

I couldn't believe that he said things like that, I thought we were friends. Why was it that hard to accept that someone like Baby J was interested in me. The neon lights of the outside world lighted up the dim apartment. Agust's face looked even more closed off than before. I was angry but decided to ignore him. I pushed him out of my way. Ready to enter Baby J's room. Agust tried to stop me. He put his hand on the handle and blocked the door. „Please Y/N. You just get hurt.“ He looked me in the eyes. „I feel that something is between us and it's from both sides, so please let us explore that feeling some more. Maybe…“ he stopped and shook his head like he couldn’t think straight. „Maybe you and I are made for each other, maybe it's you and me against this fucking city and you are just so focused on Jimin because he gave you a new chance. Please try to listen to your heart.“

At that moment Baby J opened the door and watched between us for a while. Then he smirked and asked: „Yoongi do you wanna join? I wouldn’t mind. But please hurry, I'm getting cold all by myself.“ Yoongi let go of the door and backed off. I looked at him for a second but got going into Baby J's room. As soon as the door went shut, he kissed me. And while he pressed me against his door, I heard the front door went shut. Yoongi left the apartment.

Baby J worked fast and hard. His pillowy lips ghosted along my jaw and my neck. Soft moans escaped me and I could feel his smile against my heated skin. My body started to feel weak and Baby J took the change to take me to the bed.

„Jimin, I'm so happy, I liked you for a while now. I never thought you could feel the same.“ „Of course I like you. We make great partners don’t you think?“ „Partners? Like a couple right?“ „Couple? Love, I like you, I really do…“ he began to stock. I have to admit that I never heard him being loose for words but I also didn’t want him to have to look for the right words now. „Listen Y/N, I see you and I am happy, I wanted to get you out of that little shell of yours since I saw you the first time and I really want to feel you right now but I don’t do relationships. I…I could never stop falling in love with a million random people in a week. Kiss men and women, left and right and it wouldn’t be fair.“ „Why did you kiss me then?“ „Because I wanted to.“ He answered. Shit.

I couldn’t stay any longer. After a second of processing what just happened I left and went into my room. I felt nothing. No grief, no anger, nothing. I screamed into my pillow. I fucked up.

Baby J just sighed and called V. He would never waste a night.

#bts fic #agust d #min yoongi #baby j #park jimin #agust d x reader #yoongi x reader #jimin x reader #yoongi f2l #kitty gang #cyberpunk au #bts x reader

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mamazsposts · 2 years ago

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cool!! i’d love to req something w mammon and the mc, where soon after mc arrives in the devildom they’re stressed and rergess

this is my first try at writing for age regression so i'm really sorry if its not the best. thank you for requesting. i hope you like it <;3

word count: 761

summery: after a very stressful move MC cant hold back regressing. everything's fine until they remember Mammon doesn´t know how to knock

Stressful move

Mammon x little!MC

The day MC got sent to devildom had already been a hard day for them, they were already struggling not to regress until they got home, but that never happened. They were sent to devildom before they got a chance to fully relax and the need to regress take over They only had one of their little things in their bag when it happened.

It's been almost 7 days since MC arrived in devildom, 10 days since they've regressed. MC is hiding in their room still trying to process things. First: the new surroundings. Second: the new people….well demons and third not feeling safe enough to be their little self.

With all the loud noises the brothers keep making, the stress of the new school, Mammon always yelling about something, it's all just too much for MC. They can't fight it anymore and start to regress.

For the first thirty minutes MC was little. It was great, they had their paci they had in their bag before getting to devildom in their mouth. Laying on their stomach on the floor watching cartoons on their D.D.D happily.

However MC was startled by their bedroom door slamming open and the avatar of greed rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration “Oi! Human lucifer told me to come get you for din-” he pauses for a minute looking at you wide eyed. The room is silent besides the sound of the cartoons coming from MC’s D.D.D as they stared at each other not moving.

Being little MC couldn't help but tear up and crawl under their bed as fast as they could out of embarrassment. Mammon just stood there not knowing what to do. Why did MC have a paci in their mouth? Why were they watching cartoons? And why were they not wearing pants? He had so many questions.

He scratches the back of head and walks over to the bed MC had just disappeared under. “M-MC?” he asks. He hears a small whimper and frowns. He'll never admit it but he's grown to like MC so hearing her softly crying while hiding from him hurts his feelings “oi MC don't hide from the great Mammon” he says loudly while pulling up the blankets to look under their bed.

MC is curled up on their side, legs tucked to their chest, eyes shut tight,with tears sliding down their cheeks. Don't tell anyone but it breaks Mammons heart. He slowly and carefully reaches a hand out to MC, when they flinch he talks to them softly “it's okay human. The great Mammon is here now” the way he talks is in a tone MC has never heard form the greedy demon.

They slowly turn to look at him. When mammon gets a good look at their face, the young and innocent look on it, he remembered something satan talked about once from his books. Isn't it something where people revert back to a young age? He thought to himself. Age something? He things about it for another moment before remembering

“Do you age regress MC?” he asks nervously not wanting to offend them. When they nod slowly while looking at him he yells excitedly

“THE GREAT MAMMON IS A GENIUS!!¨ causing MC to flinch away and let out a sob at the loud noise. “Um sorry” he says, not really knowing what to do. Mammon just sits there for a while just looking at MC. suddenly MC crawls out and sits in front of him mumbling a quiet “sorry”

“Why are you sorry? Did you steal some of my grimm?” he asks only half jokingly, narrowing his eyes at them causing them to giggle at him “hey! Don't laugh at the great Mammon!” he says, making MC giggle more. Mammon stands up and walks towards the door until he hears “NO!” and someone pulling on his leg “stay peas” MC says looking up at him pleadingly.

“Does the human not need dinner?” he asks calmly, looking down at the human on the floor. “No m´not hungry” MC says around their paci. Mammon holds out his hand for the little human, which they grab and stand up. MC starts pulling Mammon to their bed, pulling up their cartoons again “you want me to watch cartoons with you?” the demon asks, confused. “Yea watch toons” MC says hitting play. Mammon sighs and says “okay but you owe the great mammon dinner and an explanation” he says

“Don't thi-think this means i-i care for you okay?” he stutters

#little!reader #obey me x reader #mammon x mc #obey me #avatar of greed #obey me headcanons #beelzebub obey me #obey me x female reader #age regression #age regressor #age re safe space #agere blog #age regressive

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wujufim · 2 years ago

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LOONA + which members are into spanking/being spanked

heejin - my inner astrology hoe is making her first appearance on this blog, hi. heejin is a libra, so ass play is always on the cards for her. she works so hard on her body and knows it's paid off when she's laying across your lap with her ass bared, listening to you hiss as you sink your fingers into her flesh. you can see how her cunt clenches and leaks with each spank, and even though heejin tries to stay quiet she can't hold back her whimpers for long. being spanked by you makes her feel tiny in the best way, she loves being taken care of by you even if it results in pain.

hyunjin - kitten loves being spanked!! it makes her feel so pretty; she teases you by wearing a tiny skirt and grins when you eventually give in. i feel like she enjoys spanking as foreplay rather than as part of a typical D/s dynamic. you bend her over the kitchen counter to spank her and tell her how irresistable she is, how tempting her ass is, all but demanding that hyunjin lets you touch her. later when you spread her legs and run your finger along her slit through the fabric of her panties she's already damp, desperate for your fingers.

haseul - uses spanking as discipline. she doesn't necessarily see it as sexual, it's just a way to shut her members up when they're being insufferable brats, contradicting everything she says or complaining about schedules. the girls would never admit it but they kind of get off on watching haseul grab someone by the wrist and silently lead them to the bedroom, eyes narrowed and teeth clenched.

yeojin - doesn't enjoy being spanked but sometimes it's a necessity to keep her in line because she tends to be a brat. it comes with the territory i suppose, being a maknae in a big group, but a few sharp smacks don't go astray to remind yeojin to control her temper and entitlement. she's so petite that it's easy enough to sneak her into an empty bathroom stall or abandoned broom closet to quickly remind her who's boss, and though she rolls her eyes in the moment, she's a little bit in love with how her cheeks sting each time she sits down for the rest of the day.

vivi - spanking. she gets fixated on how her lover's soft skin ripples as her hand meets their ass. she could play with your ass for hours on end without any genital stimulation herself and still have the most fulfilling time - she's completely engrossed in your reactions to her touch, how you twitch when her hand wanders between your legs, how you hold your breath when she raises her hand to slap you again. probably owns paddles with a little 'v' embossed on them so her girls never forget that nobody can make them feel as good as she does. (she's actually the only one haseul trusts to dom her in my mind, and it's such a sweet dynamic)

kim lip - spanking, and she is ruthless. she's possessive as fuck. she's protective of you too, sure, but god damn will she mark you up so you remember who you belong to. if you so much as joke about flirting with someone else there'll be hell to pay, but you can't deny that it makes you wet to hear her moan and grunt as she reddens your ass. she'll restrain you if she has to in order to deliver her punishment, demanding your respect, beautifully intense as she makes you look her in the eye and apologize. her aftercare is second to none, too; she's every bit as gentle as you remember when she wipes the tears from your cheeks and passes you a glass of water before rubbing balm over your blisters.

jinsoul - being spanked. obviously. soul has MASSIVE "mommy's little angel" energy to me, and she oscillates between avoiding punishments like the plague and being competitive about her pain tolerance. she wants to be a good girl, but she also wants to be the member who can deal with the longest and harshest sessions. she's desperate to impress. sometimes it ends with her breaking, sobbing out her safe word and apologizing for being "weak" - you cuddle her and comfort her and whisper that crying is brave as well, and she needs that release too.

choerry - either. i feel like she can be scarily dominant if she feels like you're intentionally bratting or disrespecting her - her eyes completely switch, focused and somehow darker than usual, and suddenly nobody's laughing any more. she's adorable when she's being spanked too, so obliging, but she's more interested in pleasure than pain. yerim's typically a very good girl so you're happy to spoil her with moisturizing oils and gentle massages of her upper thighs and ass <3

yves - BEING SPANKED. sub!yves is so dear to me. she has too many close industries in the unnie for me to believe she's anything but the sweetest girl in bed, she loves being spoiled (read; ruined) and passed around from woman to woman like the pretty doll she is. she probably plays games where she's blindfolded and lets her unnies take turns spanking her so she can guess who's who. she giggles the entire time because she's having the time of her life being the focus of their undivided attention, and everyone lucky enough to be involved loves seeing her so free.

chuu - you are mutually obsessed with each other's asses. good luck trying to watch a movie with her, because suddenly she's got a leg draped over yours and is teasing your cunt under the covers.. but her hands always stray to your butt. she grins against the crook of your neck as she gropes your ass cheeks, whimpering when she feels you pressing your legs together, muscles tightening as you take a shaky breath. she loves having her own butt played with too, spanking just does it for her. she loves roleplaying during, and has so much fun dressing up and playing the bratty student or bitchy employee.

gowon - honestly much more interested in ass play than spanking. i see her as a total size queen. things escalate quickly when you're spanking her, because with each hard smack she spreads her legs a little wider and you can see her pretty holes pulsing for you. how are you meant to resist filling her up when she's that needy?

olivia hye - SPANKING. you love how obsessed she is with your ass. you love to wind her up and watch her go. hyeju has a day off and takes you on a date? you wear the most flattering jeans you own because you know every few paces she'll slip her hand into your back pocket, palming your cheeks through the denim and growling in your ear about how good you look. she only spanks with her bare hand, and will keep going until both her palm and your ass are raw and blistered. being held and ruined by her leaves you positively euphoric.

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peachymilkandcream · 8 months ago

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Kingdom of Ash and Greed|Part 7|King Levi x Evelyn

WARNINGS: noncon/dubcon, big age difference, kidnapping, slavery, violence, power imbalance, implied somnophilia, forced pregnancies, mind breaking, yandere behaviour, yandere themes, etc.

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Evelyn carefully dodged the soldiers hunting her down at every step of the way. No doubt her father would be with the servants in their quarters to ensure they all rolled over and showed their belly to Levi so they might all be spared.

Hope made her move just a little quicker, with what she had learned they would all be free and not under Levi's oppressive thumb any longer. They could all be free.

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When she heard her father's voice she nearly fainted with relief, this nightmare was almost over. Surely there was a hidden entrance that even she didn't know about that her father would hide her in until she was safe.

"Father- father it's me-" She rushes over and holds onto him tight, happiness filling her at his embrace.

"Evelyn, my daughter, what are you doing here? King Levi has been looking for you everywhere, what happened?"

"I escaped father, I ran away from that tyrant and fled. But I learned so much, I learned his weaknesses, how to defeat him. The gaps in his army. Hide me quick and then once he leaves I'll tell you all about it."

Her father went quiet a long moment, to the point it worried her slightly.

"Father?"

But then he returned to his normal self with a smile. "I know just the place to hide you, come with me."

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Evelyn followed closely to her father, keeping an eye out for soldiers while he led her through the twists and turns of the castle. She was so focused on making sure they weren't spotted she didn't even notice where they were headed until her father roughly pushed her to the hardwood ground.

"There's your prize. Now please leave us in peace."

Evelyn looked up in horror at first her father and then at the feet of the man he dropped her in front of.

Levi rose an eyebrow, amused. "I see you do listen to orders when your crumbling tomb is in jeopardy. I wish I had known sooner how quick you'd sell out for your own hide."

"Father..." Evelyn started, but quickly shut her mouth when her father remained focused with a determined expression.

"I know that your reign is absolute. And when it comes to choosing between my wife and my daughter, I choose my wife. Besides. She is no longer my child, but whatever you have deemed her as."

Levi seems ever so slightly impressed. "Indeed. This proves you were telling the truth. So as promised I'll withdraw my men and we'll leave. I expect you to have this kind of obedience in the future." He turns and walks to the door to call for his men to return.

"How could you father..." She starts, tears in her eyes.

"Don't speak to me like that. You have been tainted by that monster. You're one of them now, I won't risk what precious little I have left for a king's whore. My daughter is dead." With that he turns, leaving Levi and Evelyn alone.

"Must be tough hearing your own father say that to you." His voice was mocking and dripping with cruelty.

"Shut up-"

"You have spunk, I'll give you that. I was starting to get bored of you, it's almost like you wanted me to stay interested."

She curses her body for trembling around him, the atmosphere feeling a hundred times colder.

"And the outfit, which of my maids did you kill?"

She hesitates for a second too long and his foot collides with her stomach, making her hunch together and heave.

"Answer me!"

"I don't know who she was....the young one-"

He accepts her answer with a nod. "I had a feeling. None of my maids seemed particularly ashamed around me or shy, which makes me wonder if the maid I took in that closet was actually you. Was it?"

This time he does let her gain her composure before speaking. "...Yes."

"Well that works out for you. Even to someone like you I'm still loyal. You should count your blessings."

"You really want to call that a blessing?"

"Think of it this way. I could've kept you in a long line of bodies, forgetting about you and left you withering away. At least now you can think of yourself as slightly special, special enough for the king's seed, the most precious possession any woman could ask for."

She starts to speak but he cuts her off. "I'm pissed off enough. If you want to save your hide I'd not open your mouth."

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Despite his anger, upon arriving home Levi did not punish Evelyn. She even heard him muttering to one of his men that he enjoyed the chase. It left some excitement in him, and who knew? He might release her every once and a while when he felt that boredom. It could be good to keep his murderous and violent spirit alive.

In fact, to show how much of a better mood he was in, he even allowed Evelyn to wear clothes in his chambers. And giving her permission to entertain herself at the very least until he returned and attempted to breed her again.

Levi thought he could carry on like this forever, that was until his advisors told him they had found the perfect woman for him to marry.

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #break me slowly #levi x oc #levi aot #levi ackerman #levi x reader #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader #kingdom of ash and greed

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inourselveswetrust · 2 years ago

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I have 2 things!! (One question, one prompt)

How would ROs react if they went to visit MC and MC opens the door, pretty beat up? (slight black eye, etc.)

Heres a lil piece I wrote from MCs pov with a special appearance of August after MC technically kicked them out :)

The longer I stay in my car with my hands wrapped around the steering wheel, the more I want to rest my head on the cold window and shun my own thoughts. I know this will make me feel better, but I've never been one to randomly show up, even though I'm an expert at Irish goodbyes.

I remove the key and open the door, the cold air and spitty rain hitting my face and dripping like tears down my skin. I make my way to their apartment, the path through the halls ingrained in my memory.

As I approach their door, I start to regret what I'm doing, the squeaking of my boots echoing in my ears until I stop walking. I half knock, half bang on the door, looking at the smooth surface in front of me. The door opens.

"If you're here to argue, I'm slamming the door in your face."

I blankly look at their face, stepping forward and engulfing them in a stiff hug. They take what feels like a millennia to reciprocate, but once they do, I bury my face into their shoulder, quieting my response to a whisper.

"I hate that I shut you out. Just know I'm not angry, please."

The seconds drawing out as they process what I said, I just pray they aren't too upset. I know that they're probably not too happy about me shoving them from the threshold a week ago.

"Then what are you?"

"I'm sorry. For everything and anything I've ever done to make you hate me."

Their grip tightening around my shoulders is all I need. I don't regret this, even though I thought I would.

"I don't think I could ever hate you."

This probably sucks, I haven't written in a while, but I felt like sharing it anyway. I hope you have a good day/night!! :)

Thank you so much for sharing this piece! I loved reading it, it's so well written! It doesn't suck whatsoever!! 💙

I *love* the line "I'm sorry. For everything and anything I've ever done to make you hate me." That line hits hard in the feels.

As for the reactions...

August would demand you tell them what happened. They won't leave you alone until you tell them something believable. They'll firmly urge you to stop getting hurt and to take better care of yourself. If someone hurt you, August will find out who, and they'll inflict significantly more pain and injury on them. They may even spend some time following you, ensuring you're staying safe.

Blair would insist on taking you to the hospital to be checked. If you refuse, they'll force you to allow them to look at your wounds. They'll try to get details about what happened by gently asking questions and encouraging you to speak to them. If they feel something serious is going on, they may place more patrols in your neighbourhood and areas you frequent.

Wren will stare at you with wide, shocked eyes. They're speechless, completely unsure of what to say. They'll try to lighten the mood by cracking a joke, like "Rough night?" They'll try to determine whether you're in danger by asking subtle questions, but they won't demand anything from you. It's your life, and Wren won't try to dictate how you live it.

Neve will also silently gape at your wounds, they'll casually ask whether you want to discuss what happened and respect whatever your choice is. If you want to talk, they'll attentively listen. If you don't, they'll begin discussing why they're visiting. They believe you know how to take care of yourself, they don't think you need them to mend or protect you.

#anon ask #ro ask #tw injury

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miraluscinia · 6 months ago

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sorry for not being active... the next L.I.F.E. Team introduction is scar (vex), but I'm having trouble with his costume so it's taking longer than i thought... so have this for now...

i give to you a short glimpse of Grian's backstory to how he became The Architect.

A Hero's Beginning (part 1 of ??)

Grian didn't know how long he had been walking for, but he thinks it must've been hours now if his aching feet were any indication. If he’d have known that running away would've led to him becoming lost, tired and hungry then he would've planned this a little bit better.

Oh, who was he kidding? If he’d have stayed in that dreadful place any longer he never would've escaped in the first place. And who knows what else they were gonna do.

No. Running away when he did was the best decision he could've made.

At least I was able to pack some stuff. Grian thought to himself, adjusting the strap of the worn out cloth bag slung over his shoulder. He wasn't able to bring much— who knows what sort of tracker they put in his belongings— but hopefully a handful of cash and some spare clothing would help him survive until he can settle somewhere safe.

Grian doesn't really know where he’s going so he just began to follow the first road he comes across. Eventually, he comes across what appears to be a highway in an open plains. It wasn't a busy one, just a few cars every now and again, but following it would hopefully lead him to a town or a city.

Hopefully I can find someplace to rest. My feet are killing me! He grumbled in his mind.

Grian continued to follow the road, making sure he sticks a good distance away from the actual road unless he wants to get run over by a car. The thought of waving down one of the passing cars to ask for a ride has crossed Grian’s mind a couple of times, and every time, he shuts it down. No sane person would just give a random guy on the street a ride in their car.

The sun was high in the sky when Grian heard a car horn behind him. Looking back, he saw a car slow down parallel to him. Feeling wary, Grian kept his distance and got ready to run if needed, although he didn't think he’d get far with how much his feet and legs were aching.

The passenger window rolled down to reveal the concerned face of a pink haired woman. Beside her, a man with dark brown hair leaned over to look at Grian, brown eyes scanning him from head to toe.

“Hey, are you alright?” The woman asked, her voice light and kind.

Unsure of the two’s motives yet, Grian kept quiet. The woman continued, “We saw you and thought you might need some help.”

“Yeah, man, why’re you walking in the middle of nowhere?” The man asked.

Grian struggled to think of an excuse. Obviously he can't just tell them the truth— they could be spies sent by them for all he knew— but he couldn't think of a believable story, his tired body making it hard to think. Thinking about his aching limbs made him more aware of just how hungry and thirsty he really was. Great.

The woman seemed to notice Grian’s hesitance and quickly waved her hands. “Oh, you don't have to tell us if it bothers you,” she assured him. “We were on our way back to Nexus from a vacation when we saw you, and we’re wondering if we could give you a ride.”

Nexus.

Grian perked up at that. “Nexus?” He repeated, hope evident in his voice. “As in, Nexus City?”

“Yeah,” the man confirmed. “You headed there, too?”

Grian thought for a moment, his gaze flicking to the road ahead. He heard about Nexus City. The largest city this side of the continent, and a perfect place for someone like him to blend in and lay low. Hopefully, they won't have much of an influence there as well.

But…

Looking up at the couple before him, Grian could tell they were genuinely nice people. But one could never be too safe.

Grian felt the familiar hum at the back of his mind as he dived into the couple’s minds. He didn't dive too deeply into memories, just deep enough to get the information he wanted. It took all of two seconds to find out that these two were not associated in any way with them.

After confirming it, Grian looked back at the couple, who was patiently waiting for his response. Getting a ride to the city would save him time, and could also give him time to rest his feet. He just had to know one other thing…

“Are you sure giving a complete stranger a ride is safe?” Grian asked the couple. “I mean, I could be a bad person for all you know!”

“Are you?” The man asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No…?”

“Then you’re fine,” was all the man said before leaning back out of view. “Now, do you want a ride or not?”

The pink haired woman smacked the man’s shoulder. “Be nice, babe.”

Grian thought about it. He didn't find any evidence that these two were bad people, and getting a ride to Nexus City will be more beneficial for him. So without another thought, Grian nodded.

“Sure.”

The woman beamed. “Great! Hop on!” She called before turning on her seat to open the back door. Once Grian was inside, the man began driving again.

The ache in Grian’s legs and feet were more prominent now that he’s sitting down and he couldn't help but sigh in relief at the chance to rest. Looking ahead, Grian decided it wouldn't hurt to at least introduce himself to the nice couple.

“Thanks for the ride. I’m Grian, by the way.”

The pink haired woman looked back at him with a wide smile. “Nice to meet you, Grian!” She exclaimed before gesturing to herself and the man. “I’m Lizzie, and this is Joel.”

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The Lonely Shepherd

The second winning prompt. Not as dark as Little Lamb, but still dark. Mentions of child abuse and Jonathan once again being an absolute dick.

When Jonathan awakes, he instantly realizes where he is. The familiar white, brightly lit Arkham patient interview room. He's sitting in a straight-jacket, his feet shackled to the chair. The guards aren't taking any chances. Why is he here and not his cell? His tongue feels heavy, his mouth numb, and then he remembers. He'd woken up briefly and was drugged, he'd woken up after...

Everything comes back to him then. A black flash colliding into him, sending him crashing to the asphalt. A girl with a crown of fire, her large green eyes smoldering. Now he remembers. Edward's daughter. His little lamb. He'd been so close, but she'd been denied him. Perhaps next time, he'd be quicker on the draw. Next time, he'll take her and he'll have her-

The door to the interview room opens and Jonathan sees two figures entering. One of whom is someone he's heard of, but he couldn't remember if he'd ever met her. Black Bat. The second figure is someone all too familiar to him. Someone he'd known intimately, inside and out. Someone whose absence from his life had come closer to breaking him than he'd ever admit.

Edward Nigma.

Just a day ago, Jonathan had thought that his heart would lift at seeing the man again, or at least he'd feel anger, but he feels nothing.

The door shuts behind them and Black Bat stays still. Quiet. Observing. Edward marches forward, his fists clenched. There's no weapon on him, of course, but Jonathan can see the murder in his eyes as he approaches. Edward pauses when he reaches the table and for an instant, Jonathan thinks he might lunge across it. Instead, he takes a deep breath and sits down in the chair opposite him.

Jonathan speaks first. "Well, well. How in the Hell did you arrange this?" He looks past Edward at Black Bat. She stares right back at him. Studying him like a bug under a microscope. "New friends help grease the wheels for you?"

Edward slams a palm down hard on the table. "Not. Another. Word," he hisses. Jonathan raises an eyebrow. He's seen Edward angry, of course. But this is different. This anger seems to come from somewhere deep inside him, it seems clawing at him from the inside, begging to be unleashed. Edward takes another breath, then folds his hands in front of him.

"I should have known this would happen," Edward mutters, shaking his head. "I should have known, but I got complacent. I thought after eight years, she'd be safe, but of course, I should have known that you are just that petty and that spiteful, and when you saw an easy target, you just couldn't help yourself, now could you!?"

Something like anger is brewing in Jonathan now, but it's not what he expected it to be. "Beggin' your pardon, darlin'," he drawls, and he smirks at the flush that comes to Edward's face. "But I do think I had some justification."

Edward's eye twitches. "Justification!? She's barely eighteen! If you had some grievance with me, then take it up with me, you twisted coward!"

"Some grievance!?" Jonathan shouts. "You ran out on me! For weeks, I didn't know if you were alive!"

Edward rolls his eyes. "Please. And just how long did it take you to realize I was gone? Don't pretend you didn't already have one foot out the door!"

"I deserved better than that Goddammit! I deserved a fuckin' explanation!"

Edward stares at him, his eyes narrow, before he sighs. "Yes, I suppose you do," he said, and in an instant, Jonathan can see how much his lover has aged in eight years. He can see specks of silver in his hair, lines on his face, and a weight on his shoulders that seems to crush him. "Where do I even begin?" he mutters.

"You can start with the girl," Jonathan says. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices that Black Bat has moved closer. When did she do that? "You said she was eighteen. Did you only find out about her eight years ago, or did you know about her all along?" He's not sure what would be worse: Edward abandoning him for a stranger, or Edward keeping a secret from him for almost five years.

Edward wets his bottom lip. "I'd just turned twenty," he says. "I met a girl in a club and one thing led to another. To make a long story short, we had a disagreement about my career path and she left me. Two months later, she came back to tell me that she was pregnant."

"I'd have thought a genius like yourself would know how to use a condom," Jonathan hisses.

Edward glares at him before continuing. "I didn't want her to keep the baby, but she was adamant. I decided at least to fulfill my basic obligations and provide materially for her. That was all I meant to do. I wasn't at the hospital. I'm not even on her birth certificate. One day, after she was born, I stopped by to drop off my monthly payment, and I saw her in her crib and..." he sighs again. "She was three days old, and she already looked so much like me..."

Jonathan wonders bitterly how different things may be if the brat looked more like her mother. "And you couldn't stay away, could you?"

"I should have," Edward admits. "Her mother and I would argue about it every time I stopped by, but I couldn't just walk away and pretend she didn't exist. I couldn't see her often, of course, but she knew who I was. I'd keep tabs on her and her mother when I could, and I'd go incognito to her school events."

Jonathan remembers all the times Edward would disappear for days on end. He'd thought nothing of it then, considering how often he himself would disappear. Now he regrets never asking questions, never following him. "All the time you were still a Rogue," he says, shaking his head. "You really thought you could have it all, didn't you? The glory of your rivalry with Batman, and a little bastard on the side whenever you got bored."

Edward slams a hand down again. "Do not refer to her that way again," he says, the promise of violence in every syllable.

"That's what she is," Jonathan continues. "Your dirty little secret. Or maybe, it wasn't just her you were keeping on the side."

Edward just laughs bitterly. "Her mother wouldn't have anything to do with me if that's what you're implying. That ship had long sailed."

"So why did you leave?" Jonathan asks. "You seemed perfectly content to lie to my face every day. What changed?"

"Eight years ago, I went to her mother's apartment to drop off my monthly payment," Edward says softly. "It was just after we'd broken out of Arkham, so I didn't have up to date information about them. When I got there, all of their furniture was on the street. I asked a neighbor and she told me that..." Edward's voice trails off for a moment before he speaks again. "Her mother and grandmother had died in a car accident. She had an aunt, but her aunt refused to take her. My daughter was in foster care. I called Query and Echo and it didn't take us long to track her down."

Edward stops again and takes a breath. "I said earlier that you had one foot out the door. The truth is, so did I. I was at a crossroads, Jon. I'd been wondering if being the Riddler was worth it, or maybe if I should walk away from my daughter and give the Riddler my full attention. If she was happy with this foster family, if she was safe, I was wondering if I should just leave her where she was."

"But she wasn't, was she?" Jonathan asks, knowing full well where this was going.

Edward shakes his head. "When I knocked on the door, she answered it. She had a black eye." Edward shakes in anger from the memory. "My little ten-year-old girl took one look at me and clung on to me crying, begging me to take her away."

"So you did," Jonathan says. "You decided to rescue her like you wish someone had rescued you."

Edward nods. "I took back all of her things that her so-called 'foster parents' had taken from her to give to their own children, and I let her take whatever she wanted. Then I took her out for ice cream and let Query and Echo have their fun." Edward smirks. "That wasn't all I did, of course. There are so many ways to destroy a person without ever laying a hand on them." Behind him, Black Bat lets out a small sigh. Jonathan had almost forgotten she was in the room. "After that, I was halfway back to our place when it hit me. I was all my daughter had now. I had to finally make a choice about what and who I was going to be. And then I remembered that story you told me about your mother and half-sister."

Jonathan scoffs. "It never bothered you before. You knew damn well what kind of person I was when you started our affair."

"Yes, I did," Edward admits. He swallows. "And that's why I knew I had to leave. I knew she'd never be safe with you. I got everything we needed together and we left Gotham that night. Batman tracked me down eventually, but after I explained the situation, we came to an arrangement."

A lot of Rogues had had their schemes foiled in that time frame. Some of them had taken hits so great they still hadn't fully recovered from them, even after nearly a decade. Even now, Jonathan hadn't wanted to belive that Edward had been responsible for that. "I thought after a while that perhaps you'd left me for someone else," Jonathan says at last. "I thought it might have been a younger woman. How right I was. You always were a selfish creature, Edward. You want what you want when you want it, and to Hell with everyone else. You never gave a damn about me at all, did you?"

"Of course I did!" Edward shouts. "Do you think I would have stayed as long as I did if I didn't!? I loved you! It killed me to have to leave!"

"But you still did. Because you loved her more, and you always had. The truth is, I was the person you were keeping on the side, wasn't I?" Edward breaks eye contact and looks down at the table and Jonathan knows he's right. Whatever remaining affection he still has for Edward dies in that second.

"Do you know what's even worse than having to leave the man you love?" Edward says at last in a voice as soft as a whisper. He looks back up at Jonathan, his green eyes hard. "Having proof that you were right. The second you found out about her, you stalked her. You chased her down. You would have killed her if Black Bat hadn't intervened. You call me selfish? You would have killed my daughter because you wouldn't have wanted to share me."

Edward gets up from the table. "Your continued existence is somewhat controversial amongst the Bats," he continues. "Red Hood was ready to come down here and kill you. Batgirl was halfway to joining him. Red Robin was willing to look the other way. I was able to get Red Hood to back down by reminding him that you were my problem to deal with. You may want to keep that in mind if you get any ideas. Hell, the only reason you're still breathing now is because Black Bat informed me that if I tried anything, she would nerve-strike me." The vigilante nods in agreement. "Goodbye, Jonathan."

Jonathan can't let the man leave without one last parting shot. "You're wrong," he says. "I wasn't going to kill her." As expected, Edward's eyes widen in shock. Jonathan thinks he can see a small glimmer of hope in them. Perfect. "She looks so much like you, Ed," he drawls. Black Bat's posture stiffens and her dark eyes narrow. "But she's so much prettier." Edward's mouth drops open. Jonathan smirks. "I would have enjoyed making her my Mistress of Fear."

Several expressions flash across Edward's face. Horror, revulsion, and finally, anger. Anger like Jonathan's never seen. Before he can lunge though, Black Bat has grabbed him and pulled him to the floor. She steps in front of him, blocking him from the table. Jonathan sits stunned. He barely saw her move.

"No Edward," she says.

"You heard him!" Edward screams back. "I'll kill him! I'll rip his fucking head off!"

"You promised," she says again. "I promised."

Edward takes a few deep breaths, then gets to his feet, storming out of the room. Black Bat then turns to face Jonathan, her dark eyes penetrating his core. Jonathan simply stares back.

"What did you promise the little lamb?" he asks. "That you'd protect her? That you'd keep the big bad wolf at bay?"

Black Bat's stare never wavers. "Two things," she says. "One: that I wouldn't let her father go to jail. Two, that I'd tell you something for her." She leans in close. "She's not afraid of you. You're pathetic." Then she's gone, leaving Jonathan alone.

#scriddler and enigma is kind of incompatible in my mind #not pi verse

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