#the way this is turning into a full on pet au sort of thing rip

[euthymiya]

putting one of those metal muzzle on fox hybrid! Ayato so he doesnt mark you up 😩🤤 maybe even leash him…?

Okay I know this is about ayato but can we also imagine a muzzle on wolf wrio who’s aggressive and rough at first but slowly warms up into a big puppy

[ilikeyoualive]

I present to you... Price going mental in order to protect Soap from another bear, lol. Gotta love that papa bear instinct. Plus it sort of explores their more feral mindset while in animal form a bit, because they struggle to maintain lucidity in stressful/dangerous situations. And if you're interested in learning more about this AU, check out my Main Masterlist!

Warnings: Blood and Injury, Bear Attack, Animal Death

Word Count: N/A

The mission takes place in the woodlands and they are forced to go dark because the transmission is being scrambled by some sort of device that the enemy has in their camp.

Soap somehow gets separated from the rest of his team during the ensuing firefight and ends up wandering about the forest and by himself as he makes steady progress toward the exfil point.

On the way he stumbles upon the mutilated bodies of some enemy combatants and crouches to check the nature of the wounds. He figures out that they are consistent with a bear attack and sighs a breath of relief at proof of Price being in the area. He picks up his pace and finds signs of a struggle, blood splatters and drag marks marring the grass, and he follows the trail of carnage.

He eventually stubbles upon a large grizzly bear —who is feasting on the corpse of an enemy— and carefully approaches. He announces his presence by speaking to make sure that he doesn’t accidentally startle Price and the bear freezes at the sound of his voice, the grizzly turning its head to reveal a bloodied muzzle and sharp teeth.

Soap feels an odd sensation roll down his spine when he meets the bear’s blank stare, not a hint of recognition in its gaze as it watches him. Soap takes an involuntary step back as the bear turns to fully face him, its huge, intimidating body blocking out the sun as it briefly pushes up onto its hind legs.

Then, with a deafening roar, it crashes back down to the ground and charges.

Price had just gotten done securing the exfil point and was in the middle of putting his gear back on when a loud roar echoed through the forest, the angry sound being immediately followed by an worryingly familiar scream.

Price feels his vision and hearing sharpen as his instincts go haywire, the man frantically stripping his gear off of him as he takes off into a full sprint in the direction of the commotion, uncaring of where his vest and belt landed. Once he was free of the heavy gear, he didn’t bother stripping down since he didn’t have time, Price merely ripping through his clothes as he shifted into his animal form.

He barreled toward the attack and his mind goes blank when he sees a wild grizzly on top of Soap, who is making horrible noises that he is going to hear in his nightmares for a long time, and his vision floods red, two things being chanted in his head like a mantra, drowning out everything except for cub and kill it.

He wastes no time bodily slamming into the other bear before it could land a fatal blow, knocking it sideways and away from Soap. Price comes to stand protectively over the man who was curled in the fetal position under him, cradling his right arm as tears streaked down his dirty, blood-splattered face.

Price comes back to himself with Soap’s functioning hand shakily petting over his wet muzzle and ears, his voice pained, but soothing as he spoke to Price in quiet tones. Price registered a low, growling sound and it took him a moment for him to realize that it was him that was making the sound, that he was still shifted in animal form and was hovering over Soap protectively.

The pair were surrounded by soldiers with guns, a familiar patch on their uniform as they watched Price uneasily, their fingers hovering over the trigger of their firearms.

His gaze groggily wanders about the area, pausing on a pile of gore to the left that was once a living being, but was now mutilated so heavily that it was unrecognizable. Price pokes at the blank parts of his memory but gets nothing but a sense of protective fury and decides to leave it alone.

Then, like the flip of a switch, Soap’s voice finally breaks through whatever barrier that was keeping Price from comprehending what he was saying, the full gravity of what just happened crashing down onto him all at once.

[little-cereal-draws]

Goldilocks and the three bears crime family au

This au focuses on Baby and Goldi and is based off the part in Shrek 1 where we see the three bears in separate cages and then Mama later as a rug (rip you already know what happened to her)

The three bears got caught in Farquaad's fairytale purge and got separated. Crying in that cage was the last time Baby saw his parents. He's not sure what happened to them, but he got sold off to a circus bc everyone likes seeing baby animals do tricks, it makes good money. While he was there, he met a little orphan girl who was about his age in human years, five or six. She was also picked up because she made lots of money; she sold candy to people in the stands. No one wants to turn down a little girl!

They became fast friends. Goldi would wiggle between the bars of his cage at night and whisper stories of people she saw in the crowd and things she could remember of her parents. She liked telling stories about them. Baby didn't like to think about his parents, it made him cry, so he just made little quiet noises and pressed their heads together. They would fall asleep curled up around each other.

Fast forward several years, they're both preteens and have moved up in the circus. Baby learned english and Gold learned quite a bit of bear. She lost her baby face and was useless at selling treats now; she was going to get replaced but she begged to stay. Baby knew that she hated it there and was constantly thinking of ways to escape so it was obvious the only reason she stayed was for him. The ringmaster noticed their connection and put them in an act together. Goldi did flips and cartwheels on his back while they ran around the ring. They also came up with a plan where before and after shows, they would stand outside the tent and people could pay to pet Baby's nose. The idea was to save the money and strike out on their own when they had enough. They may have reached this goal a bit quicker than they should have due to many wallets falling victim to Goldi's sticky fingers.

Finally, sixteen years old, they decide today is the day. Their act has become much more complicated now and involves hoops and fire and all sorts of nail-biting objects. Halfway through the act, Goldi grabs a torch and announces they have had enough of being other's playthings and they're going to live their own lives. Baby rises up to his full height and with Goldi on his shoulders, they set fire to the tent. It's panic, it's mayhem, it's screaming and trampling crowds and bearing teeth and not being scared of whips or chains or anything else in the world. It's pure freedom. They run out off the circus grounds before anyone can properly stop them, laughing and cheering the whole way.

Here's where it starts to tie into the movie again (dw i didn't forget abt that lol) After the initial euphoria wore off, they decided to be professional criminals. They do a bunch of small scale stuff but they're pretty recognizable so it's hard to hit the same place twice. When they learn about the map to the wishing star, they absolutely must have it. It's at this point that they start to drift apart a bit. Goldi says they'll use the wish but secretly wants it to get her parents back. Baby is suspicious, she does talk about her parents more and more these days, but can't prove anything so he just goes with it.

Eventually, it gets revealed that Goldi wants the wish for herself and Baby is furious. They have a huge fight where so many hurtful things are said. Goldi accuses him of not caring about his family enough to try and find them. Baby says that it's because he cares so much, he doesn't want to learn what horrible fate befell them. He then says that Goldi shouldn't even bother with hers bc they clearly didn't love her, just abandoning her in the woods as a child. They both leave that fight in tears. Splitting up was discussed but honestly, they don't have anyone else in the world so they're both too scared to swing it alone. They keep going after the map but don't talk for days. After a while, there's an apology; a quiet one that is only half spoken because they both know what the other is thinking.

Ofc at the end, they help destroy the map and the star because Goldi's learned that she has all the family she needs right here and Baby's learned that maybe he should make some effort to find his parents. Who knows, they could be alive. He is. He tentatively asks Puss if he knows what happened to his parents, because he was also involved in the roundup, and Puss has to break the horrible news about his mom. There's lots of tears but frankly, Baby kind've suspected.

They go their separate ways from Team Friendship at the end and the idea of trying to find Baby's dad is briefly kicked around as they walk into the sunset. (Setting up a sequel lol)

[miyalove]

[ ❄ ]— SNOWED IN.

⤷ pairing. roommate!miya atsumu x fem!reader

⤷ genre. smut, fluff, humor, college au, and they were roommates au

⤷ warnings. swearing, dom!atsumu, sub!reader, ass slapping, begging, atsumu is 1000% a tease, oral (male receiving),  praise, choking on atsumu’s (large) dick, domestic sex, hair pulling, dirty talk, penetrative sex, sex without a condom (please, be safe ya’ll), hickeys, *unedited

3.5k | being snowed in with a broken heater is anything but ideal. when your favorite thick blanket and the layers of fluffy sweaters no longer cut it, your roommate ask of you something you just can’t turn down.

five days.

it has been five days in which the snow storm forced you and atsumu to stay inside. the first day was fine. the power hadn’t went out and your heater was set to a temperature that you and atsumu agreed on. your phones and other electronics were fully charged and ready to use for emergencies or for quick netflix binges. everything was okay.

day two came a little harsher. waking up with your hairs on the back of your neck standing, you realized the power had finally went. it was sometime in the early morning, but even within a short time span the chilly air was still able to nip through the interior. no power meant no heater or hot water. the day dragged on just like anyone would expect. atsumu had complained for hours upon hours. screeching dramatically and throwing his body on the floor like a child who wasn’t allowed to eat candy before dinner.

day three was just as bad if not worse. no amount of blankets and thick winter coats could fight off the cold. you wake up with your teeth chattering, your body shaking, and to top it all off, you think you might be getting sick too. you could tell night had finally came when everything got immensely worst. your breath frosted and sneezing between you and atsumu was non-stop. this was also the day you proposed that the two of you cuddle up for extra warmth. it was a casual conversation that you had to murmur between glassy breaths.

reluctantly, atsumu agreed. at first, he turned away saying something about not “liking the cuddling lifestyle”. you rolled your eyes at his claim because everyone loves cuddles. you had gotten excited at the aspect of showing him what a good session can awaken within. your theory was proven right later into the night though. you rested your head on his shoulder, using some candle light to read through a chapter of a book you’ve been into recently. an exciting thriller that has you anticipatingly flipping through page after page.

atsumu was doing his own thing though. what it was? you didn’t know. really you weren’t paying attention. even when he hummed and grumbled lowly a few times, your brushed it off. not wanting to stray away from the words on the pages, you hoped he worked out whatever his problem is by himself. the last straw though was when his fingers slowly creeped up your thigh.

you shifted your attention, eyeing the man besides you. he boldly holds your stare. he’s daring enough to put on a nonchalant expression, face completely relaxed. his hues shine with something hidden behind them. something you can’t quite make out but they have you not wanting to look away. he doesn’t say anything and for a while the two of you just stare. 

when you drop the book was when he finally pounced. 

“’bout damn time,” he teases. 

in seconds, he pulls you close. your back flush against his chest and his arms pulled you in by your middle, resting there. your sat in between his crossed legs. you had no words at first. everything had happened so fast. for a second you sit there wide-eyed and in shock, fazed and stare lingering in the darkness. then you felt  the comforting warmth slowly creep in. when he spoke, the vibration in his chest felt inviting and things went lax again.

“keep your mouth open ‘nd a fly ‘ill get in there.” you can’t help but laugh.

“whatever happened to ‘not the cuddling type’, huh?”

“shut the fuck up,” venomous words but the way he dug his nose into your neck proved the opposite. 

day four went the same way except now you were both all over each other. the night before had broken something between the two of you that wasn’t just roommates status anymore. he’s become a friend and someone you actually look forward to hanging out and talking with. you see pass his honestly and realize that he’s actually quite charming too. atsumu had thrown you tons of curveballs that day and getting to know him was fun. you recall when you where practically straddling his lap, your hands roaming anywhere and everywhere. 

you faced him, eyes soft and laughter apparent because who knew he was a jokester too. gently caressing at his sharp jaw then sliding down to his firm pecs. your hands roamed his body like an ocean waiting to be ventured. with every feather-like touch, you learned another thing that day. miya atsumu is incredibly attractive. you’ll never admit it to him (because you also learned that miya atsumu has an incredibly large ego), but you must be insane if it took you a damn snow storm to realize something that’s so blaringly obvious.

day five was the day he came to you with that intimate proposal. cuddling in any and every position possible was something that was easy for you to do. you’ve warmed up with close friends, both male and female, so you could say that the special act doesn’t truly mean anything, but this– dear god, this man will be the death of you. 

“you want to– what?” you practically screech. you jump back from his body, already missing the heat, but you want to look him dead in the eyes. his eyes, are the most expressive thing about him. atsumu can lie and tease but there was no getting past him when you gazed into his golden hues, but was he really saying what you think he was saying?

“cuddling and all that can only do so much, yanno?” silence. but he goes on anyway, “thought this was a more... practical solution.” and in pure atsumu matter, he doesn’t stray away from you. looking you dead in the eye with all the confidence in the world. there’s no teasing smile or sarcastic cackle. he’s serious. this attractive man that has women constantly falling at his feet... wants to fuck you.

“this is like for the warmth and all that... right?” you’re hesitant. he can see it in the way you look at him. your hues are clouded with all sorts of swirling emotions; concern, worry, uncertainty. he thinks about taking it back. but it’s far too late for doubt now.

“yeah, for the heat,” he repeats it to reassure you or maybe to reassure himself, he doesn’t know. atsumu sits before you. his hair messy from all the times you ran your hand through it and his cheeks are slightly colored pink. why was this such an awkward conversation to have? there’s a constructing feeling in his chest. he feels like he’s suffocating like every breath he takes is stopped by words trying to choke themselves out of his throat. perhaps it’s the cold finally getting to him or maybe it’s the way the candle light perfectly frames your face. 

“so are ya in?”

it’s the way he bit at his lips that get you contemplating. the way he looked at ready to take you whenever and wherever you asked. it was the anxious way he his leg bounced and the ghost-like circles he was rubbing into your thigh. it set ablaze a trail of desire wherever he touched. it laced your veins with adrenaline and lust made for him by him. him, him, him.

when you leaned into his lips was when he finally got an answer. 

“oh, shit,” you sink down on him as the words leave his mouth.

your lips wrapped around him and he mumbles something thing under his breath that you can’t really catch. the warmth from your tongue makes his stomach tighten. the sight from above looks incredible. your down on your knees, mouth stuffed with his cock, and your sweet little ass on display just for him. atsumu lays right at the edge of your bed, legs spread just wide enough for you to kneel between them. one hand pets at your hair, lacing it between your locks.

the way you expertly circle his tip and how your hands play with his balls, makes him sees stars behind his lids. his stomach tenses with every swallow, every small hum that erupts from your throat. god, you are going to be the death of him. when you look up, you let out a small moan, absolutely loving atsumu’s fucked out expression. his thin lips pout at you, his chest is heavy and falls unevenly. it motivates you, the way he groans and grunts; the way he falls apart at your touch.

“just like that, doll. mhm,” he praises. when you look up, his eyes are half-lidded, clouded with lust meant only for you. a small smirk plays at his lips. he’s completely enamored, sweat beads at his forehead and you don’t think he’s ever looked prettier.

your jaw goes slack when you feel his hips buck. you bob your head, gladly welcoming his shallow thrust. the feeling of his dick heavy on your tongue while he forces you to slide further down makes heat between your legs pool. atsumu takes your humming as a sign to go deeper. soon you’re nose is pressed up on his skin and you’re choking on his cock.

“you’re so pretty like this,” he punctuates his praise with a harsh slap to your ass. the sudden movement makes you fly forward, effortlessly swallowing his dick down again. atsumu is clearly caught off guard. he let’s out a surprised mewl, hip stuttering at the overwhelming pleasure.

“fuck– with y- your mouth full of my cock.”

his grip tightens with every thrust. your scalp burns with all the harsh tugging. there’s droll and snot leaking down from your face but it’s all worth it. your lungs burn, begging you for any kind of air. like he was reading your mind, he lets off of you for few seconds. the lewd pop that follows after rips through the empty room as you catch your breath but that sly smile remains on his face. 

even with your heavy panting and watery eyes, atsumu doesn’t exactly let up. his length rest, merely inches away from your face. he pets at your hair, tugging your locks to give him more access to your neck. you shudder when he starts peppering your skin with soft kisses. your eyes flutter close, enjoying the way he nips and sucks at your neck. that’s definitely going to leave a mark, but you don’t find yourself caring. 

his mouth goes to work while his other hand roams your valley. without hesitation, atsumu slides his hand lower cupping your ass. “fits like a gem,” you hear him mumble between sloppy sucking. the breath he lets out tickles your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

his hand slides up to your front, grazing your nipples through the thick lace of your bra. opening your eyes, you look up just in time to see his gaze darken. reaching higher, atsumu cups the back of your neck. there’s a moment in which he stills. golden eyes bore into your own hues. a plain of emotions swirl within him. admiration in the way he smiles at you, hunger in the way he bits his lips. his hair is messy, tousled with all the times you delicately laced your fingers through them and his lips are swollen from the way he was marking you.

there’s only one word that comes to mind; “pretty.”  you didn’t mean it aloud, but when it comes to atsumu your brain short circuits and all sense is thrown out the window. you feel your face heat up at the embarrassingly simple compliment. 

“speakin’ about yerself, now?” of course, he would. typical atsumu miya with his smooth words that make all the panties drop (including yours). you let out a breathy giggle, liking the way your checks ache with all the smiling. without another thought, his head dips down to your own capturing your lips in a heated kiss. 

it’s lazy and sloppy. all teeth and tongue and no space to breath or think, but you like it like this. you like atsumu like this. raw, exposed, and yours. his hands roam to the back of your thighs, pinching slightly in hopes you get the hint. he wants you. now. 

without breaking away, you lean into atsumu. his back gently lands on your sheets, pillows and blankets shaping his tone body to perfection. you brace your arms to help with the fall, successfully trapping him between your body.

“atsumu,” you say, breaking free. 

“hhm?”

“please, fuck me.”

he chuckles, “say less, doll.”

pulling your sweatpants down, his big hands grope your ass in the process. he moves quickly, rushing to get you ready for him. in one swift moment, your underwear is gone and thrown carelessly somewhere.

“you’re so shameless, baby, with that demanding mouth,” flipping you over, you’re under him now. body perfectly, angled so he can see your pretty features  shift whenever he fucks you just right. he loves seeing your mouth agape. loves how you hang off every word, how your body quivers with every touch, how you cry and moan his name. it’s beautiful. you’re beautiful. 

he leaves a trail of kisses down your body until he’s mere inches away from your cunt. his fingers brush against the thin lining of your panties. why you still have them on is beyond him. arousal leaks through the material while atsumu presses against your heat.

“ah– ‘tsumu,” your breathing is frantic when he presses a fleeting kiss on your clothes core. “you’re such a t-tease.” 

he doesn’t say anything. allowing his actions to speak for him. he teases you, hooking his fingers under the thin lace. the way his cold digits brush at your heat makes for a delicious contrast. 

“you look so good,” he purrs pressing a kiss to the inner part of your thigh. “and you’re absolutely fuckin’ dripping. bet i could just slide right into ya.” his fingers are relentless, they ghost over your clit tracing feather-like circles. it’s enough for short spikes of pleasure to rush through you but just as quickly as they come, they’re gone.

“do you want me?”

“god, yes.”

“beg for it then.”

like clock work, you do. “please, ‘tsumu. i need you so bad right now. your hands, your tongue, your cock-- everything. please, i just wanna feel you so bad.”

“ehh,” he ponders before pressing a kiss to your thighs. “could be better.”

it’s stupid the way your heart flutters at his playful teasing. looking up at him through your hazy eyes, you try your best to muster up the perfect puppy dog face. “please, ‘tsumu?” 

he lets out a huff, “god, you’re so annoying.” everything happens so fast. one second, atsumu is softly pecking at your neck. the next he’s roughly grabbing at you, complete man-handling. 

he pulls you impossibly closer. there is no warning or preparation. he rams himself into you, completely taken over by the way your tight pussy swallows him whole. the burn feels fucking painful, you can’t help the screams that tremble from your lips. 

“oh my f-fucking-- mhpm, god!” he’s so big, in length and thickness. moans fill the room while he fills you up. your hot, wet walls clench around him and he groans at the delicious feeling.

“yer so fucking tight, holy shit.” he nuzzles his nose into your neck. “love this cunt so fucking much.” another slap to the ass that rips a deep moan from you.

“please, ‘tsumu,” you pant.

and at that moment, something within him finally snaps. pulling out from your sopping cunt, the tip of his dick rest within you, then in the same second he slams back into your entrance. lewd moans rip from the both of you while pure euphoria runs through your blood. you arch you back, pressing your chest to his, eyes rolling back every time he rams back into you. with each thrust and roll of your hip, his dick rubs at the spot that makes you see stars.

“you feel so good,” you whimper out watching as his dick pumps in and out of your pussy. “filling me up so good-- fuck, with your big dick.”

he shudders at your words, head coming down to latch onto your pebbled nipples. his tongue laps around the sensitive bud while his spare hand kneads at your other breast. a sharp inhale escapes you in between sobs. his hands are freezing from the chilly air within your apartment. it’s like ice on your skin, a complete contrast to how heated you feels. the feeling knocks you back into reality; you and atsumu are fucking in the middle of a snowstorm.

“how’s that feel, babe?” you answer him with a wanton gasp.

“absolutely fucking amazing,” you punctuate your pleasure with a deep roll of your hips. atsumu chuckles, a mix of a strangled moan and teasing.

 “god, yer such a little freak.” he leans down again repeating his action to your other breast. deep thrust becoming more frequent now.

“only f-for you.” 

your words spur him on, atsumu angles his hips to pound onto the one spot that has you crying out. he has your body shaking, his name tumbles out of your mouth like a mantra while he wrecks your body, moaning into your neck. 

the knot of your pleasure tighten. it burns like a white hot coils that’s about to snap. he knows you’re close. with the way your pussy sporadically clenches around him making him groan. god, you’re almost there. he can feel it. your orgasm is right at the tip of your tongue. so close yet so fucking far. you need more and he senses that with the way you silently beg him. “harder, please-- oh, god.” 

your words get caught on your tongue. he fucks right into you with a force so hard, you might have forgotten how to breath. “yes, just l-like that. hmph.”

“fuck yeah,” he groans, nipping your neck. “so good to me, fuck. such a good girl keeping me nice and warm and shit.” at that, you squeeze around him and he lets out a lewd groan. his cold digits travel down your body, rubbing circles around your messy clit. it’s all too much. the way he expertly runts into you, the pleasure his fingers give you, the way he praises you and nips at all your sensitive spots. 

all you can manage at this point are a high pitched whimpers and pleas of his name. sweat drips down both your bodies, your walls clench around him like a vice as he tries his best to fuck you hard. every thrust brushes right at your sweet spot, clouding your vision. a fire burns within you, leaving you gasping and moaning between sobs of air. 

“cum for me, doll.”

and with his words and one last thrust, the coil finally snaps. pleasure rushes through your body in euphoric waves taking over you. your veins pump absolute bliss through you. atsumu follows soon after, painting your walls with spurts of his seed. overwhelming, toe-curling pleasure floods within you both like surges of electricity. his lips find yours as the last parts of your orgasm finally dies.

once he catches his breath, he pulls away smiling down at the way you look effortlessly gorgeous with his cum stuffed in you. you meet his hues too, mirroring the same exact smile. 

your room is dark, curtesy of the snow covering your windows. candles flicker at your nightstand, painting the room in a dim, yellowish hue. fatigue hits you like a train. all you want is to lay down, close your eyes and welcome the sweet relief of slumber. shifting around, you turn on your side body molding perfectly spooning atsumu. 

“sleepy already?” 

the bedsheets shift towards you. despite having your eyes closed, you can feel atsumu’s hues on you watching  the way your eyelashes fall perfectly on your cheek. you’re so warm and soft. effortlessly gorgeous with or without trying. your hair threads down on your pillow, spiraling to an abrupt end. he wants to run his hands through it, massaging at your scalp to sooth the aching.

then he reminds himself he can. when he’s meet with a mumbled response and a slight hum, he takes the hint. in your haze, you feel the weight of his arms wrap around your body cuddling up to you impossibly closer. 

his breath tickles at your neck, “goodnight, baby.”

(atsumu eyes the way you fall lax within his arms. your legs tangled and wrapped within the thick layers of your comforter. his heart beat rapidly and the smile on his face, despite the exhaustion that laces his veins, can't stop. atsumu isn’t an idiot. he knows what all these symptoms mean, but for now that’s a talk for another time. for now, he’ll silently thank whatever god out there for the terrible weather that brought the two of you closer then ever before. for now, he’ll enjoy the way your body molds perfectly to his.)

[beigehearts]

Yandere adult trio: college AU These are drabbles for when they lose their mind and kill the people around you... and kidnaps you

These are going to be a little longer than usual but I hope y'all enjoy it as much as I did when writing it (also im trying out the beta version of the new posting system so lemme know if anything is weird)

Sorry this took me forever bro

CW: murder, blood, physical abuse, alcohol

Hisoka

It's getting quite annoying to be completely honest. He just won't leave you alone, constantly flirting and making passes at you. And yet at the same time he makes fun of you and is actually very mean. It wasn't so bad in the beginning but this is just getting out of hand. You made sure he was aware of this. ---- He's looming over you as he corners you against the wall. You refuse to look up at him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

While you aren't looking at him, you can feel him looking at you. You already know he has that annoying grin on his face that makes you want to punch him square in the nose.

He brushes his long fingers against your face, making a quiet humming noise. "Are you ready to give up my pet?"

You ignore his words and slap his hand away from your face. "I need to get to class, move Hisoka."

He frowns though you aren't looking at his face. He opens his mouth to say something when someone from behind him calls out to you. "Hey y/n! Are you okay?"

She walks towards you but before she can get involved you shove the man away and huff. What a nuisance. You turn towards him once you're standing next to your friend and glare at him.

"Leave me alone. It's annoying and it's scaring people. Got it?" Before he can respond you turn on your heels and drag your friend down the hall by her wrist just hoping to put distance between the two of you. ---- You're pretty sure you made it clear that you don't want him near you anymore. But by now you know he doesn't give up so easily. One can only hope that he gets bored of you and finds someone else to bother.

You and your friends went out for brunch earlier, and all was well until Chelsea handed you something. She said that she found it in her bag but it was addressed to you, so you put it in your own bag.

You pour yourself a rum and coke and make yourself comfortable on the couch of your shared apartment. All of your roommates went out for drinks but you were too tired to go out.

After taking a sip of the sweet liquid in your glass, you examine the letter you were given earlier. It's a typical white envelope with your name written in pen. There's no address on it or return address so you assume it was just supposed to be handed to you.

You rip open the letter with your finger and pull out the singular loose leaf paper. It's folded in three sections so you pull it open. The handwriting is messy but in an aesthetic sort of way.

Dear y/n, I strongly suggest that you go to class 406B in the technical building tonight. Don't be late or you'll miss the whole party. 10:45 pm - see you then. I almost forgot, if you don't come I have some revealing pictures of you that I can share with anyone I wish to. XOXO

This is the strangest letter you've ever received. It's probably a prank by one of your roommates or friends. You've never sent nudes to anyone so obviously they're bluffing.

Though perhaps you should entertain your friends and go. Who knows, maybe there will be drinks. But you are tired... Maybe you'll just go to bed. You peek over to the time on your phone, it's 9:12 pm. Yeah, you'll just go to bed after you finish your drink.

'bzz' 'bzzz'

Who is texting you so late at night? You sit up and realize you fell asleep on the couch. You wipe the drool off of your face and grab your phone with distain for whoever woke you up.

It's a blocked number.

ur late

Late? Late for what? Your phone displays the time, 11:27 pm. Are your friends really this committed to their prank? They must be trying to get Tik Tok famous or some shit. Well you're awake now, you might as well head over there.

----

The moment you step into the building something seems off. If all of the lights including the emergency lights wasn't enough, the ground seems sticky. Though you can't bring yourself to use your phone flash light to see what it is.

Eventually you find the room 406B in the darkness. The door is closed and no lights are on in the room. It seems as if no one is inside. As you reach for the handle of the door, you notice something on the window of the door. You can barely make it out, but there's what looks like a hand print. You chuckle, this must be a prank.

Now feeling a little better, you open the door and step inside. It's too dark to see anything but you can make out some figures in the dark. It must be your friends thinking they're being sneaky.

You roll your eyes and look for the light switch, finding it and switching it on. You squint at the sudden light, and your eyes begin to focus. Which you wish they never did.

There is blood everywhere, on the ceiling, the windows, the floor, the tables... But that's not the most jarring part. Your friends are sitting in chairs, one of them sitting on the ground against the wall.

There is your friend Chelsea, sitting in a chair with her head tipped down. You can't even tell what color her clothes originally were, they're covered in red, a dark dark red. Next to her is Derick, he's sitting the same way except his head is tipped backwards. His eyes are wide and his face is left in permanent horror- expressing the brutality of his end. You can't bare to look anymore, you drop to your knees and cover your face with your hands.

You scream and scream until your voice is hoarse and throat is raw. You're left coughing while you are drowned by your own tears.

"Are you ready to give up yet?" A deep voice asks from in front of you.

You can't stop the flow of tears as you look up at this monster. He's also covered in blood, and some is splattered on his face. He wipes a thumb across his face in the blood, and brings it to his lips. Sobs rack your body, you can't even make sense of this.

Hisoka squats down so you're face to face and grips your jaw bone tightly in his hand. You can feel the now cold substance being rubbed against your jaw by his fingers and it makes you want to puke.

"I got tired of waiting for you." His grin is nauseating, forcing you to stop yourself from puking.

His nails dig into your skin, mixing your own blood with that of your friend's. He brings his face close to yours and in a gentle but menacing tone he croaks, "Let's stop this childish game, alright y/n?"

Illumi

It's easy to miss things when you're caught up with the rush of classes and friends and love. All of the parties and hangovers are enough to satisfy your needs for entertainment and drama in this boring life. If you didn't fill up your daily life with these acts, you would probably sleep every day away until you fell into a coma.

To put it short, you're a busy body. And busy bodies don't have time to stop and look around at what is happening. For example, how were you to notice the key under your doormat was missing, or how your dresser drawers were left slightly open when you know you closed them before leaving. Noticing these small things are definitely not on your agenda.

It's 10 am, Saturday, and you don't have any classes or work today. You're sitting at the kitchen bar, drinking coffee and chatting with your roommate. It isn't often that you have a free day, and sometimes it is nice to have even if you want to get moving. The sun is peeking through the curtains and the aroma of espresso beans is a delight. It's a bit chilly so you have a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. What a peaceful morn-

'BANG BANG'

Your roommate eyes you when someone bangs on the front door, already knowing the events that are about to take place. She rolls her eyes and stomps up the stairs to her room, not wanting to get involved. You always feel bad that your roommates have to listen to this but you're really not sure how to end it.

You take your last peaceful sip of coffee and call out, "Come in!"

Before you can even finish your sentence, he storms inside and slams the door behind him. Your boyfriend of course is mad about something you've done. He trudges towards you and moves the stool next to you out of the way, and leans towards you so his face is next to yours.

"Are you kidding me y/n?!" He yells in your ear, but you don't flinch because you're used to this.

He rips his phone from his pocket and shoves it in your face after pulling up a screenshot. It's a conversation between you and his friend.

"Can't you learn to shut your damn mouth? This is our business and you have no right to tell anyone about it!" He's practically seething with rage.

You take a last sip of coffee and set your mug down on the counter. You continue facing forward and not facing him. "It's not our business, it's yours. And I asked him if it was true that you were cheating on me." You turn your head towards him while grimacing and mutter, "Again."

Ah but you've just lighted a bomb with your words.

His face has gone red and he looks like he's about to explode. You begin wondering why you were ever attracted to him.

"Maybe if you weren't such a prude! I can't even kiss my girlfriend whenever I want, it's ridiculous. You know full well that you're so... so... Ugh! You know what? Fuck you!"

As quickly as he came, he runs out of the house, slamming the door once again.

You whisper to yourself, "Fuck you too."

God he's such a child, you don't even want to be with him anymore. But every time you decide to break up with him he suddenly becomes Mr.Perfect. "I'm so sorry." "I love you." "Let me make it up to you." And then he does make it up to you only to tear down all of his hard work.

----

It's been a few days since your big fight with your boyfriend. He hasn't talked to you at all but this isn't uncommon for him. You promised your roommates that you would break up with him, not just for yourself but for the sake of their peace and quiet.

You texted him a few times while you were at work but he left you on read. He's so petty. So you text him one last time.

Come 2 my place at 8 tonight, We need to talk

He answers immediately which surprises you.

Can't, flat tire Come to my place

It doesn't make a difference to you where it is so that's fine. You wonder if maybe he's come to terms with the fact this needs to end. Hopefully so. If there's one thing you want him to be mature about, it's this.

Your shift ends at 6:30pm. You drive home, shower, get dressed, eat something and get ready to leave.

You send one last text,

OMW

It's read immediately but there's no response. Well, it's not like you expected much from him anyway. You drive to his house at 7:45 pm, and arrive around 7:58 pm. All of the lights in his town house are on. He's a few years older than you so he has his own house due to somehow being able to hold down a job. With his anger issues it's hard to believe that he can hold onto anything. Damn, he really is an unattractive person isn't he?

You step out of your car and lock it. Now that you're out of the car you realize that it's very quiet. This is unusual for when you go to his house, normally you can hear music or the sound affects of a shitty video game. But it's silent. Maybe he's waiting for you? He must be taking this well.

You step up the creaky stairs of the house, and knock on the equally as creaky door. No response. Maybe he's sleeping? You peek into the mail box and take out the extra key for the house from it. But when you go to unlock the door, it's already unlocked. This is becoming very strange.

You push open the door and peer into the dark living room. It's not too dark that you can't make out the furniture in the darkness. You step inside and shut the door behind you, it's still quiet. Not quiet, absolutely and undeniably silent. You flick the light on and look around again, nothing seems out of place. It's messy, with empty beer cans and bottles on the ground per usual. The stains on his carpet remain untouched, including the vomit stain in the corner.

"Jay?" You call out into the still atmosphere. Nothing. Is he not home? That can't be, his car is in the driveway.

The sound of his old floor boards being stepped on echoes through the house. What the hell is he trying to pull? You look up the stairs, but it's only darker up there than it was down here. He must be drunk.

Each step you take up the stairs, your heart begins to pound faster. Something feels off, this doesn't feel right. This isn't like your boyfriend, he's simple, he wouldn't try scaring you like this. On the top step, you feel your shoe touch something soft. You lean down and pick it up, and raise it up to your face. A pair of thongs that definitely aren't yours. So that's what's happening. He couldn't even pull himself together for one night.

Your pounding heart is no longer caused by fear but anger. He's cheated too many times to count on your hands, but this time makes you angrier than you've ever been. He's never been in bed with another woman knowing that you were coming over. This is fucking ridiculous.

You stomp towards his room and kick the door open. It's dark but you can tell that there are two people in bed. Your vision has gone red, you've never been this angry in your life.

You don't bother turning the lights on, you storm over to his side of the bed and rip the covers off. Just barely you can make out a woman sleeping next to him. You grab his shoulder tightly and shake him violently to wake him up.

"Get the fuck up Jay! Get! Up!" He doesn't respond, you lean down and yell in his ear like he always does to you. "You're such a childish piece of shit!"

He still doesn't move or speak, for fuck's sake. You stomp back to the entrance of the room and flick on the light. You turn around and begin walking back towards the bed, when you're stopped in your tracks.

Everything is red, but it's not your vision anymore. The bed has been dyed red, and his naked body is covered in it. Your mouths falls open but no screams come out. The woman next to him is splayed out on the bed, naked as well. Covered in red. You look down at the hands that touched your boyfriend, they're also red.

You rush over to the bed and shake your boyfriend again.

"Jay? Jay! Can you hear me?" You put your ear to his chest but you don't hear anything. You put your finger under his nose but don't feel anything.

"Hey! Hey! Wake up! This isn't funny!" Tears stream down your face as you pull him to your chest, cradling him.

Your sobs make it hard to speak and your chest begins to hurt. "J-... Jay... This- isn't-" You gasp between each word, "Funny..."

It's only when you hear a noise coming from behind you that you stop to think about what's going on. It doesn't matter to you though, they could kill you too if they wished.

"People are strange." You turn your head to see where the voice is coming from.

It's someone you don't recognize, he's tall, pale, has long hair, and hypnotizing eyes. Your sobs cease for a moment and you hug your boyfriend tighter to you.

"All of that fighting... You were even coming here to break up with him and yet... You're sad that he's gone?" He makes his way towards you slowly, "I've done you a favor, haven't I?"

He looms over you but all you can do is stand there, frozen by fear.

The man grabs the back of your shirt and pulls you violently from Jay. You try to run back to him, but the man pulls you to him, hugging you tightly. No matter how much you flail in his grasp you can't get away from him. You're left sobbing into his shirt, your body limp in his arms.

"Why?" You manage to whisper.

He holds you to him with one arm and pets your hair with his other hand. "You were miserable. He was making you miserable."

He sighs and kisses the top of your head. What is going on?

"Come on, don't waste your energy on human garbage. I'm here, so it's fine." He states it so 'matter of fact'.

"Who?" Is all you can ask, unable to finish your question.

"I guess I haven't introduced myself yet. Illumi is my name." With ease, he grabs you by your shoulders and lifts your face up to his. "Your future husband."

Chrollo

What more could you ask for? You already have easy college classes, fun parties, a good part time job, great friends, and an amazing best friend. Tonight you're going to hang out with a bunch of friends and have drinks at one of their apartments. It's a pretty normal Thursday night, nothing odd about it.

You're waiting for your best friend to pick you up, he's always there to pick you up on the dot. If he doesn't come early that is. You shove all the essentials into your bag and hear a honk outside. Must be him.

But of course you're always tardy. You lace up your shoes and run out of the dorm room, tripping out of the building. He's watching as you stumble towards the car since one of your shoes is already unlaced. When you finally flop down in the passenger seat he shakes his head with a knowing smile.

"Oh y/n, will you ever be organized?" He asks with amusement.

You click your tongue and straighten out your clothes, "Don't ask such stupid questions."

He turns his body towards you as much as possible and pats his lap. You instinctively know what that means. You hike your foot up above the console and put your foot on his lap. He begins tying your shoe, his smile is unmoving. He's always smiling.

"Chrollo, you don't need to baby me." You roll your eyes and groan.

He laughs and pats your leg, signaling that he's done. "If not me then who?"

You swing your leg back over to your side and buckle up. The two of you hang out a lot. Since you're both going to the hangout tonight, you decided to car pool. But first you're going to go get the alcohol. Everyone has to bring something for everyone, that way you guys can get wasted with no qualms.

You plug your phone into the aux and play your shared playlist. The first song that comes on is "The Cult of Dionysus" by The Orion Experience. Something that he added.

Finally you feel like you can relax, it always feels that way around Chrollo. His presence is just, comforting, in every way. You feel like you can do anything, say anything, ask for anything. He's always there for you with no exceptions and honestly you think you may have feelings for him. But it's a question of are you confusing comfort and friendly affection for romanticism. It's just that he's so perfect, he doesn't have a single flaw. Not one that you've ever seen at least. You probably never will see one of his flaws.

You sink into the seat and sigh.

He looks at you out of the corner of his eye, but quickly looks back at the road. "What's the matter?"

"Oh nothing... Just, everything is good."

He knows you better than anyone, so it's an obvious lie when you say this. "But what?"

Anytime he calls you out, you surrender and tell him everything. "Everything is so great you know." He nods with your statement. "I go to a good school, have good friends, have a good job." This has been on your mind for quite some time.

"Something is missing, you know? The excitement, the... the..." You chuckle and turn towards him and put up jazz hands, "The pizzazz!"

He doesn't turn to look at you but you know he saw you when his smile widens. "I get that. Maybe you just need to step outside of your comfort zone. Do something different."

Do something different? Yeah, maybe that is what you need.

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All eleven of you are sitting in a circle on the ground, drinking and playing never have I ever. You take a long drink of your Mike's hard lemonade, which is just something to get the night going.

Dina wipes hair from her face and smiles, "Okay okay my turn. So never have I ever.... Uhh." She pops up when she thinks of something, "Never have I ever jumped out of a window."

DJ leans forward and raises an eyebrow, "Okay what kind of window we talking? High up? First floor?"

Dina answers, "Any kind, any kind of window." The majority of you put a finger down which makes the group burst out in laughter.

Your friend Zoey finishes off her bottle and slams it down on the floor. "Let's play something else."

"Like what?" One of your friends ask.

Zoey thinks for a moment, "Like... Truth or dare, spin the bottle. Or maybe eleven minutes in heaven."

Dj interjects, "I think it's seven minutes in heaven, not eleven."

"Oh whatever DJ, they rhyme." Zoey spits back.

Lex answers, "Let's play seven minutes in heaven!"

Of course DJ huffs and rolls his eyes, "What are we? Middle schoolers?"

Guac (which is his nickname) speaks up, "Oh come on, are you shy DJ?"

Finally the quiet Chrollo sitting next to you says something, "I'm not really interested. Right y/n?" He looks at you to back him up.

The group coos at the two of you and someone says, "We get it, you got something going on. The game is just for fun, don't be so serious Chrollo."

Chrollo opens his mouth to say something but you cut him off, "Hey, you told me to do something different. Maybe this is the first step."

His face shows betrayal and you feel a squeeze in your heart.

He stands up and glares at the group, "Whatever." He storms out of the apartment, and everyone mumbles to each other. Chrollo has never acted like this so this is quite a shock to everyone.

In order not to kill the mood you speak up, "Alright, let's pull names out of a hat!"

All of you write down your names on a small piece of paper and put it in a baseball cap. Dina pulls two names out of the hat and of course makes it a dramatic event.

"Alright so first we have the most lovely of people..." She looks at the group like a teacher waiting for an answer from her class. "Gracie!" Everyone claps and she stands up in front of all of you, taking a bow.

Dina pats her thighs rapidly, "Drum roll please!" Everyone obeys her, "The next hot piece of ass is y/n!"

You stand up and curtsey, taking Gracie's hand and leading her to the closet. Dina stands in front of the closet once both of you are inside and grins, "Timer starts now kids." She shuts the door on you two and all of your friends cheer from outside.

Here comes the awkward part. It's too dark to see her expression but you already know she's blushing.

You lean towards her and in a low voice so no one else can hear say, "We don't have to do this if you don't want to."

She shakes her head, and you brush a hand through her dark coils. The both of you giggle when your finger gets stuck in her hair. She leans in for a kiss, but before your lips meet you're interrupted.

The front door is opened and slammed shut, you hear the lock click as well.

"Hey Chrollo, you feeling better?" "What are you doing?" "Holy shit, please, what are you doing?!" "Are you fucking crazy? This isn't funny!"

Something slams against the closet door and Gracie yelps.

"Whoa whoa, we can work something out." They sound desperate "Back up!" You hear a loud thump and then screams. "Grab him guys!" It sounds like people are running around, but soon the screams become not those of only fear but of pain. There are gargled pleas and pathetic whimpers for mercy.

You and Gracie hold each other, gripping onto one another for dear life.

Soon the screams, pleas, thuds, gurgling, all of it ends. The apartment goes quiet and you try to silence your heavy breathing.

There's a loud thud right in front of the closet and then the doors are opened abruptly. There Chrollo is, covered in blood, and you can see the bodies of your friends behind him. Before you can react, he pulls Gracie away from you, slams the doors closed and there's another thud.

Gracie's screams are blood curdling, screeches and cries for help. You try to open the doors but something is blocking it, keeping them closed. As her screams get louder you throw yourself against the doors, trying to push whatever is there out of the way.

Before you can even imagine of getting out, the screams fade out into whimpers, and into nothing.

Holy shit holy shit holy shit.

You're given no time to think when the doors fly open and you're face to face with Chrollo. He's blocking out the light and his usually neat clothes are crumpled and bloody. You look down to his hands, a sledge hammer hangs from his fingers, dripping with your friend's blood.

"Ch-Chrollo... Please don't." You whisper.

The sledge hammer drops to the ground and he wraps his arms around you gently. "Oh y/n. I would never hurt you."

He's so gentle with you, so gentle. It almost makes you forget what just happened, because he feels like home. "Why? Why did you do this?"

He steps back and grabs your shoulders, he leans down so he's eye to eye with you. "They crossed a line, a line that should not be crossed."

You begin to speak but he grabs your cheeks with one hand and dawns his usual smile, "You don't need them. You have me." He kisses your squished lips as if it were normal. "Right y/n?"

Slowly you nod, you don't need them. If Chrollo says it, it must be true.

"Good girl."

[artificialqueens]

Carousel (Taywhora) - Plegdoctor

A/N: Right, so fun fact about me, the first drag race fic I ever wrote was actually an Aquaria/Cracker one. It was going to be a high school au but I never ended up finishing it. I recently found it and reread it and found this one scene where they all go to the fair together. So this is a rewrite of a fic that never was! I've obviously had to change some bits to fit the UK2 girls but a lot of it is word for word what I wrote in that little notebook years ago. So yeah, enjoy!

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Aurora shivered and wrapped her leather jacket tighter around herself. The cool air of the early winter night fluttered through her hair, threading the blonde strands into a tangle. Lights flashed around her, so bright that she could still see them when she closed her eyes.

Although it was cold, she was comfortable. Content. She could hear the music blaring from various rides and stands, the screams of children and the laughter of teens, the chattering of adults. The air was full of food, candyfloss sugar and savoury smells of greasy burgers and hotdogs that would leave her with a stomach ache for two days.

Best of all, the air was electric. There was an energy like no other fizzing across the atmosphere as she looked at her friends with a smile.

Lawrence had dragged Ellie onto the dodgems, despite desperate protestations from the taller girl. And then of course Lawrence had to challenge Tia to a duel of sorts on the damned things, so Tia had persuaded Veronica to go with her and prove the Scot wrong. She could see them now, Ellie’s blonde hair all over Lawrence’s shoulder as she squealed and cuddled into her.

She was going to miss this.

“Look at those two. Bloody disgusting.”

She didn’t even jump as the voice appeared beside her, the smooth Welsh accent already giving it’s owner away. She held her hand out expectantly, pleased when a bag of candyfloss was placed in it.

“They’re so lovesick. It’s cute. Talking of lovesick, where are Bim and Asttina?”

Tayce sighed. “I think they’re still googling whether candyfloss is vegan or not. I told Bims it was because it’s just sugar but they weren’t convinced.”

Aurora held back a giggle and shivered again. Tayce frowned slightly.

“You cold?”

“A little. I’ll be alright when we get moving again.”

“Right. Who’s winning this duel anyway?”

Aurora snorted. “Fuck knows babe, I’m pretty sure Tia and Lawrence have both committed various war crimes while Ellie and Veronica are just trying to stay alive.”

“Well I’ll warm you up while we wait.” Tayce said, slinging an arm around Aurora’s shoulders and pulling her in close. Aurora sighed and snuggled into her friend, her heartrate increasing with the close proximity. She could feel the soft material of Tayce’s coat, count her steady heartbeat, smell the mixture of her expensive floral perfume and the cheap sugar on her breath.

Aurora could’ve stayed there forever, getting drunk on Tayce’s touch.

“We might wanna go back on guys, we shouldn’t interrupt this sexual tension.” Her peace was cut short by a thick Scottish accent.

She sighed. Tayce simply laughed. “Wind your neck in Lozza, let’s not pretend you didn’t take Ellie on that ride just so she’d be pressed up against you.” She called out playfully, her grip not leaving Aurora’s shoulders.

“Get to fuck Tayce, as if I would lower my standards.” She replied, Ellie giving a little cry of indignation from where she was hanging off her arm.

“That’s not what you told me last night, hen.” She teased, the girls erupting into screams of laughter.

They stumbled through the fair together, arms linked as they all shouted along to the tacky music being played. Bimini and Asttina joined them eventually, Asttina carrying Bimini on her back to “give them the experience of being tall.” Eventually they came to a stop in front of the carousel where Ellie gave a gasp of delight and immediately begged them all to go on it.

They dug through their pockets for the £1 needed, handing it to the bored looking man. Ellie immediately found a pure white horse with a pink saddle and clambered onto it, pulling Lawrence up behind her. Bimini and Asttina chose a blue and grey one, while Veronica and Tia predictably end up on a horse with a green saddle.

Aurora circled the horses a few times, scrutinising them.

“It’s not a house you’re looking for Rory, just get on a horse.” Ellie yelled from where she was, Lawrence’s arms around her middle as her head rested on her fluffy pink jacket.

“Here, this one is good.” Tayce said from atop a black and gold one. She reached out a hand to Aurora who took it. She wrapped her arms around her, her head fitting perfectly in the crevice of her shoulder.

“You’re comfy.” She murmured into Tayce’s neck.

“Girls! Picture!” Tia called behind her, holding up her phone as they all smiled at the camera. Aurora’s eyes flicked to the side to see Tayce sticking her tongue out and threw her head back in laughter.

“Did you get my whole outfit in there, Tia?”

“Els, babe, I don’t know how I couldn’t, I’m surprised Lawrence managed to hold onto you.”

“Think you’ll find I’m very good at holding onto her.” Lawrence’s voice was muffled by the fur of Ellie’s jacket. Aurora giggled at Asttina’s fake retch.

“Hold on tight you hound.” Aurora obeyed Tayce’s whispered command immediately, lacing her fingers together over Tayce’s stomach as the music started and the ride started moving.

She wished the ride would never end, savouring the cries of joy from Tayce like they were her favourite sweet. A pang of jealously struck through her heart when she saw Tia in front of them, leaning down to drop a kiss on Veronica’s head that was resting on her chest. Briefly she caught eye contact with Tayce and ripped her eyes away, loosening her grip as a blush spread under her foundation.

“Why’ve you let go Rory? We can’t have you falling off and dying.” Tayce adjusted her hands to once again be tightly looped on her waist. Aurora momentarily stopped breathing.

They remained that way until the ride stopped and they all clambered down from their respective horses. Bimini was back on Asttina’s back while Tia tried to convince Veronica that she was strong enough to carry her like that. Veronica vehemently rejected the idea as Aurora laughed at her friends, her hand entwined with Tayce’s.

People have always told Aurora how brave she is. Brave to wear clashing patterns (yet still make them work), brave to be the first in her friendship group in year five to get the bus alone, brave to be able to talk to anyone. But she doesn’t believe them. If Aurora were as brave as people have told her she is, she would be able to tell Tayce about how she feels.

She has spent many nights curled up in bed, hugging a pillow to her chest as she imagines letting the words spill from her mouth and into Tayce’s heart. The scenarios all have different outcomes. Sometimes Tayce laughed. Harshly, cruelly, softly, disbelievingly. Sometimes she swept Aurora into her arms and dipped her down low, her long fingers curled into Aurora’s blonde hair as she desperately pressed their lips together. Sometimes she gently let Aurora down, promising that they could still be friends.

That one always hurt the worst.

Who would want to be just friends with the girl that they’ve been in love with for two years?

The question spins her head for the rest of the night, until they’ve moved on from the rides and the food and are hanging around the games.

“Maybe someone will win a goldfish.” She suggested idly, wrapped up with Bimini in Tia’s massive puffer jacket. Bimini shook their head from beside her.

“No one gets fish at fairs babe, that’s like an American thing innit.”

“Well how would I know, do I look American?”

“We’ve been coming here since year seven, you would’ve thought you’d learn by now.”

Aurora huffed, her breath coming out as a harsh mist. “I can live in hope that one day I’ll go home with a new pet that my mum can’t say no to.”

“Bold of you to assume you’d win a goldfish; you can barely hook a duck.” Tia called goadingly to her. Aurora rose immediately to the bait.

“I can so hook a duck! Come on slags, we’re going to the hook-a-duck!” Her battle cry rose into the air as she strode in the general direction of the stall, Bimini hopping to keep up.

It emerges that Tia is, unfortunately, right. Aurora is shit at hook-a-duck.

“How can you be bad at hooking a duck? They’re literally right in front of you.” Ellie wondered out loud, leaning on Lawrence as they watched three of their friends hanging over the wooden slats as they poked sticks at floating rubber ducks. Lawrence let out a bark of laughter, and Veronica on her other side spluttered.

“It’s not as easy as it fucking looks!” Aurora threw back, stretching her arm until her shoulder almost popped from its socket.

She pulled back, dejected, and turned around to admit defeat. “Alright Tia, you win this time.”

“You’re great at many things Aurora, but hand eye coordination is not one of them.” Tia replied calmly as Aurora rolled her eyes.

“It’s alright Rory. Look I won this for you.” Tayce pressed a doll into her hands as Aurora spun it in her hands, looking at it with interest. It had blonde hair like hers, done up in a bun the way she wore it all through year eight. It’s dress was green, leaf shaped, with matching wings in the back.

“Tinkerbell?”

“Yep. She reminds me of you.”

“Aww.’ Aurora flushed pink with a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment at Tayce’s words. ‘Why, because I’m just as gorgeous as her?” She suggested, batting her eyelashes jokingly and curling herself around Tayce’s arm. Tayce looked down at her, a glint in her eye.

“Not exactly.”

“Well why then?”

Tayce’s laugh sent the butterflies in Aurora’s stomach insane. “Because she needs attention or she dies.”

“Oh piss off.” She giggled, nudging the taller girl with her hip as the rest of their friends laughed into the open night sky.

She stayed at Tayce’s side, the doll tucked into her bag.

The meandered further around the fair, stopping every now and then for any ride or games that struck their fancy. Their pockets grew lighter as pound coins disappeared, exchanged for screams of laughter and memories that will forever remind them of being young and free.

“You’ll have to tell her eventually.” Ellie said while they’re waiting for the others on the Helter Skelter, arms laden with coats. Aurora shook her head obstinately, her hair swishing down her back.

“Never.”

“You said you’d tell her when I told Loz! And look how happy we are together. Come on hen, you’ve got to take a chance.” Ellie whacked her with Bimini’s leopard print jacket as though to make a point and Aurora batted it away with a long-suffering sigh.

“We’re not like you and Lawrence, Els.”

“You could be though.”

She fixed her friend with a pointed glare, the effect rather ruined with the amount that she has to look up due to Ellie’s (frankly insane) height.

Ellie relented, looking away with a slight furrow in her brow. “Just do it tonight. Get her alone or something.”

Aurora snorted at the assumption that the pair would ever be alone at the fairground.

But, surely enough, the girls began to peel off one by one. More like two by two, it’s Noah’s bloody Ark over here Aurora thought, ignoring Asttina’s weird look when she snorted quietly to herself.

Tia and Veronica said goodbye first, walking off in the direction of Tia’s house with their arms slung around each other. Asttina and Bim were next, both shooting sly glances at Aurora that made her retreat into her jacket as she waved them off. Lawrence seemed ready to stay the entire night, until Ellie began loudly yawning, poking her girlfriend sharply in the ribs with her elbow. Eventually Lawrence got the point Ellie was trying to make (a point that Aurora will murder her for later) and the two sloped off, whispering and giggling. Aurora turned to Tayce with a bright smile plastered on her face.

“Do you want to stay for a bit?” She ventured. Tayce nodded. She linked her arm with Aurora’s, the simple gesture flooding her brain with serotonin.

They circled the fair, tired yet bright eyes looking out for anything they had missed. It seemed ridiculous to Aurora to expect that there was anything new. The fair hadn’t changed since they first went in Year Seven, eight nervous eleven- and twelve-year-olds with pounds in their pockets begged from their mums. Aurora could still remember everything from that night, fresh in her mind as if it had been yesterday.

She remembered the skirt she wore, black and way too short for her age. She remembered the music playing and the way it filled the air with a joy that she had never felt in her life before. She remembered Ellie getting scared at the top of the Helter Skelter and refusing to go down it without Lawrence holding her hand. She remembered the way Bimini had their hair, long crimped locks that frizzed up for at least the next week.

But, perhaps most importantly, she remembered Tayce. What she was wearing, how her hair looked, the brand of eyeliner that was haphazardly pencilled in her waterline. Her generosity in buying the whole group chips and burgers (aside from Bimini, of course, who only had chips). The way her breath curled into the cold air as she yelled encouragements to a trembling Ellie. That moment where she grabbed Aurora’s hand and Aurora felt something small yet inexplicable tug in her chest.

Sometimes she wished they could go back to those days of innocence. Of clumsy flirting and messy mascara. Before everyone coupled up like it was an episode of Love Island.

Before she realised she had a crush on her best friend.

“There’s nothing new here.”

Tayce’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She turned to look at her friend who had a glint of disappointment in her eyes. She snorted and squeezed her arm.

“What did you expect? This place never changes.”

Tayce grinned, the trace of sadness gone from her eyes. “Yeah, I know. That’s what I like about this place sometimes. It’s reliable.”

Aurora shook her head in mock despair. Tayce began walking purposefully, dragging Aurora behind her.

“Where are we going?”

“I want to go on the carousel again!”

“Oh my God my friend is a literal child. Did you have a good day at primary school?” She teased. Tayce screamed and whacked her.

“You bitch! I know that this is your favourite too, Rory, you can’t hide from me!”

It doesn’t take nearly as long to find a horse this time, and soon they’re in a familiar position, Aurora’s chin on Tayce’s shoulder.

“I’m gonna miss this place, Tayce.” She whispered. Her wavering voice betrayed her emotions. Tayce gently ran her thumb over her knuckles.

“Me too.’ She paused, turning her head around as if to take in everything she could. ‘Do you remember when we first came here?”

“Course I do. And we all went on the carousel and you laughed at me because I got my foot stuck and tripped as I was getting off.”

She clung on tighter as Tayce screeched. “Oh, I had almost forgotten about that! See, those are the kind of memories we’re going to take away.”

“What if we didn’t take them away?”

“Are you suggesting we stay here forever?”

“…maybe?”

“Aurora, you’ve been trying to get out of here for the past four years!”

“I know, it’s just,’ She sighed, her nostalgia coming out in a swirl of haze. ‘This is where we all consolidated our friendship.”

“We’ll come back for the fair.”

“Maybe for the first year. But then we’ll all get busy with life and degrees until it gets to the point where we look at old pictures and can’t even remember what year it was.”

“Nah, Bim’s shit hair dying skills have improved over the years, use their hair to judge the year.”

“Tayce-“

“I know, I know.”

They slipped into a brief silence, the background music still loud in their ears as they strained to memorise the notes.

Aurora wasn’t feeling brave.

But, even with her heart heavy from the feeling that this was the end of something, she found that she was happy.

Aurora spent hours looking in her Nan’s battered thesaurus, trying to find better words for ‘happy’ after her English teacher told her she needed a more varied vocabulary. But sometimes there was no other word to describe it. She was just simply happy when she was with Tayce.

“I’m going to miss you the most.” The words slipped out of her lips.

Tayce stiffened for a moment. Then she spoke.

“I’ll miss you the most too. Not just… as a friend. Even though you are my friend, it’s just,’ She twisted to look at her friend and laughed. ‘Don’t make me say this.”

“No, go on! I want to hear what you’re going to say!” Her heart thumped wildly in her chest.

“I like you Rory. Not just as a friend. As more than a friend. And I wish I told you earlier so we could have more time together.”

Her heart stopped beating altogether as she let the new information seep into her brain.

Tayce liked her.

Tayce liked her as much as she liked her.

She pushed herself forwards slightly. Her arms still entwined around the other girl’s waist, her chest pressed against her back. Slowly, shyly, and in the least Aurora way known to man, she gently kissed Tayce’s smooth cheek.

“I like you too.’ She murmured into her ear. ‘More than friends. So much more than friends.”

“Oh my God.” Tayce said under her breath.

She twisted round until she was facing Aurora. Her long thin fingers found their way to Aurora’s face and then her hair as their lips met for the first time.

Aurora felt like all the electricity and magic of the fair was sucked from the air and contained entirely within her. She felt as if she might explode, every particle that made her up buzzing with joy as she clung to her best friend and kissed her like her life depended on it.

They pulled away when they felt the ride come to a stop. Aurora couldn’t breathe.

“Can we take a selfie?” Her cheeks are flushed as she speaks, embarrassed that this is the first thing to exit her mouth after finally admitting her love for Tayce after years of pining.

Tayce scrunched her nose. “Why?”

She shrugged. “I want to remember this forever. And never run the risk of forgetting.”

Tayce just laughed and kissed her again. And again. And again.

The next September, Aurora stands alone in a room. It’s technically hers, but it doesn’t feel like that yet. She slips on her headphones as she begins her task of decorating, hoping that when she’s done she won’t feel like she wants to cry anymore.

Just an hour later she slips her headphones off to do the last part in tranquil silence.

She’s methodical as she pins pictures to the board. Her family on one side, her friends on the other, with both of them mingling in the centre. She giggles as she tacks up the first group selfie they ever took, all squished on the ghost train that made Ellie scream bloody murder. She swears she can smell candyfloss and greasy burgers as she puts the rest of them up, revelling in the memories that flood her mind.

The group one from last year might be her favourite group one to date. Tia and Veronica at the front, smiling like they’ve won the life lottery as they curled together. Lawrence and Ellie cosily close, Lawrence playfully throwing a peace sign while Ellie stretched to make sure Tia got her whole outfit in. Bim and Asttina smirking, their eyes betraying the pure excitement that Aurora knows was within them.

Her and Tayce. Tayce’s pointed tongue stuck out cheekily that caused Aurora to throw her head back in the most genuine display of happiness ever captured on camera.

There was one final picture to put up. Although, it may have been a bit unnecessary. It was already her phone background, in a frame by her bed, and plastered all over her social media.

Slightly swollen lips, windswept hair, matching euphoric smiles.

Their first kiss, and the time that Aurora knew she would be in love with Tayce until the end of time.

It gets stuck right in the middle, pride of place.

Aurora takes a quick picture of the finished board. She sends it to the groupchat and flings herself onto her bed to read the rapid replies, her Tinkerbell doll cradled in the crook of her arm.

Basic <3: Omg!! That’s so cute, I love those pictures so much!

Loch Ness Bitch: are ya getting soppy already Rory, you’ve only been gone five minutes

Dirty D: Loz shut up it’s cute! All those memories <333

Sailor Vee: Ahh I can’t wait to go to the fair again this year. We’re defo all coming back, right?

Rude: Course we are Ronnie I wouldn’t miss it for the world

Vegan: Greasy chips on me, ladies x

Hound: I bloody hope so Bim, think you all still owe me from year 7

She’s happy. Aurora is happy as the groupchat descends into chaos, happy that they can still be like this while spread around the country. Her phone pings again.

Tayce: The carousel will always be there Rory. I’ll be waiting for you there x

She smiles as she taps out her reply.

Aurora: I love you so much <3

When she closes her eyes, Aurora can feel the cool winter air threading through her hair. She can smell the candyfloss sugar and savoury smells of greasy burgers and hotdogs that would leave her with a stomach ache for two days. She can hear the tacky tunes she loved to shout along too.

But best of all, she knows that in her heart, her love for Tayce is electric. It’s steady, reliable, and comforting.

Just like riding the carousel.

[yandere-daydreams]

Vampire haikyuu boys. No,listen me out. Like they love volleyball,but they can't play due to the lack of blood. Then their darling ever so lovingly offers them some. Or reverse Darling is vampire and then the boys go absolutely feral for their shoulders to be pierced right through. They would absolutely starve darling,locking them up,just so their blood,and only their blood would ever pass through their lips.

I decided to go with the latter opition, if only to make this into a sort-of Monster Hunting AU. It’s just like the canon Haikyuu, except everyone has a darker color palette, comes equipped with a broadsword, and volleyball is replaced with generalized slaying, save for our lovely vampire Darling, of course. They’re allowed to pick favorites.

Title: Captivity. 

TW: Imprisonment, Blood, Graphic Violence and Cannibalism. 

~

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been so hungry.

You weren’t a stranger to starvation. Creatures like you were gifted with an inhumane lifespan and all the skills you need to hunt down at least one unwilling donor every month or so, but every so often, you’d find yourself wandering the streets blindly and searching for a meal after half a year of famine. You were acquainted with the salivating, the sleeplessness, the pangs of hot, pure desperation, you’d even had a fair amount of encounters with the inescapable numbness that came after the rest of it faded away. You were used to all of that. You could live that.

You weren’t used to not being able to do anything to change that, though. 

That was the part you didn’t care for - your own undeniable, unfiltered helplessness.

You made a half-hearted attempt to pull against your restraints as the metal-plated door swung open, letting a fresh stream of warm summer air flow in with the night’s darkness. Your hands were bound behind your back, silver cuffs biting into your wrists and keeping you tethered to an unforgiving stone wall, the chain barely long enough to allow you to lay down, let alone explore your current prison. Still, you did your best to growl and glare and make your unhappiness known as a group of your captors entered, their names’ known and their faces’ familiar. You’d been here far too long not to know exactly kept you imprisoned.

You knew them, and yet, you refuse to acknowledge your jailors as individuals. Instead, you bowed your head and made sure your tone was resentful as possible, your loathing generalized and impersonal. Indifferent was the worst thing you could be, to them. “Let me go, humans.”

If they felt any compilation to obey, they didn’t bother indulging it. Rather, the tallest of the four scoffed, crossing his arms and stopping about halfway across the room. A good distance, a wary distance, one that emphasized caution over curiosity. “And to think, we come to do something nice for you,” Tsukishima said, watching as his companions continued to approach. “I don’t know why we bother to keep this thing alive. It’s not like it does anything to pull its weight.”

Yamaguchi paused, frowning softly as he threw his elbow into Tsukishima’s side. “That’s awfully heartless, for someone who practically dragged us through away from camp,” He countered, his stern tone melting into a laugh as his companion rolls his eyes. “Don’t pretend you aren’t excited to see (Y/n). It’s not fair, considering the rest of us have to deal with your whining.”

“Hinata whines, I point out inequity,” Tsukishima mumbled, the rebuttal quiet but impassioned. You were sure he went on, but your attention was quickly drawn away by a much braver boy, the shortest of the group, whose smile was hardly obscured by his thick, fur-lined cloak. He had no reservations when it came to approaching you, kneeling less than an arm’s length away and staring you down as he pulled off one of his gloves, his intent becoming obvious with the modest show of skin. You’d love to say something so meager had no effect on you, but you could already feel your fangs begin to emerge, prodding at your lower lip and only making you more aware of your own light-headedness, of how full he was.

Of just how long it’d been since your last meal.

He was the first to address you directly, his grin broadening with every word. You couldn’t bring yourself to mind, not when his pulse was suddenly drumming in your ears, growing louder with each passing second. “We waited a little too long this time, didn’t we?” He asked, his tone akin to that of an owner talking to their loyal pet. “I’m sorry - it’s so hard to keep track of time when we’re traveling. Sawamura wants to start leaving a few of us nearby while the other’s hunt, but I think it’d be easier to take you with us. Then, you’d get to see how cool we are when we’re not…” His gaze dropped to your restraints, quickly flickering away. “You’d like that, right? Traveling together will be so fun, when the others’ trust you as much as I do.”

“I’d rip out your throat at the first opportunity.” Your voice was flat, purposefully so, your speech only slightly distorted by your protruding canines. “The only thing I want is to get away from you and the rest of your butchers.”

“Have I ever told you how much I love your spirit?” He let out a sigh, and without further delay, he rolled up his sleeve, pale skin making itself apparent in the darkness. He was tentative, at first, moving slowly as he bent his hand back, taking care to angle his wrist so a string of thin, blue veins were merely a breath away from your lips. “Be gentle, alright? It’s been a while since my last turn, so I don’t want--”

He didn’t get a chance to finish, his words morphing into a stifled, pained moan. You didn’t try to be graceful or respectful or gentle, simply driving your fangs into his skin and biting, ripping away everything between you and the sustenance lying just below his flesh. In less than a second, it was flooding over your tongue, filling your mind with cotton and your body with euphoria and canceling out your restraints and your surroundings and your captors. For a moment, your hunger faded, and you were content. For a moment, you were no longer suffocating.

And then, someone grabbed your source by the collar, dragging him back until your fangs could no longer reach him, and the hunger was free to plague you as it wished.

“I told you not to get so close,” Kageyama spat, the sentiment frustrated, venomous. Hinata pursed his lips, glancing over his shoulder as his sense of self-preservation fought against his dissatisfaction, but Kageyama was quick to shake his head, sighing as he released the smaller boy. “Look at yourself,” He explained, gesturing vaguely towards Hinata’s wrist, now a bloody mess of tattered skin and gauged veins Yamaguchi was rushing to bandage. “It’s still a monster. You can’t forget that just because everyone’s treating it like a pet.”

“You’re so mean, Tobio,” Hinata drawled, from the blood loss or the effect your bites usually had on your victims, you couldn’t tell. “You’re just jealous that you didn’t get to feed ‘em, this time. You always get moody when it’s someone else’s turn.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, moron.” The sentiment was blunt and vague, but it didn’t take long for his focus to shift, his eyes coming to center on you. Unceremoniously, he dropped Hinata, the boy scrambling to regain his balance as Kageyama stepped towards you, his hand drifting towards the knife strapped to his belt.

The barest hint of a smile finding its way onto his expression.

“We still have to teach the mutt not to bite the hand that feeds it, don’t we?”

[fangirl-writes]

Honey

Colby Brock x Reader

Request: Colby x reader with the song Honey by Johnny Balik in a Soulmate AU where the two finally meet when the Trap boys decide to go to this retro aesthetic restaurant and Honey is playing on the jukebox! Y/N is their waitress and Colby instantly falls head over heels for her. Tysm! ♥️💗

Warning(s): None

Notes: Okay I loved this request and I listened to the song for the first time and omg I’m in love with it, but I didn’t really know how to work it into the story besides being the song. Anyway, I hope you enjoy @sammieh​ !

It was a mid-summer evening. The sun had just started to dip below the horizon and the empty diner was caked in a warm orange light.

The whole restaurant looked straight out of the fifties. The checkered tile, the red and silver booths, the round stools along the bar, and the jukebox in the corner that was softly playing Have You Ever Been In Love by The Ivy and you hummed along as you wiped down the counter behind the bar.

You were wearing the appropriate uniform; Hair pulled back, a white blouse and a black poodle skirt with a white apron tied around your waist and a pair of matching flats on your feet. The sleeves were long to cover your soul-mark, but you had them pushed up to your elbows to avoid getting them wet from the rag.

You glanced towards your mark. Honey by Johnny Balik was scrawled in your soulmates handwriting on your forearm.

You’d heard the song many times. It was one of the many songs on the jukebox and you’d heard it when you first came in the restaurant. You supposed that’s why you had applied to work there, hoping that you’d run into your soulmate.

It had yet to happen, but you’d seen many soulmates meet each other in the diner and you hoped that one day the location would bring yours to you.

The bell above the door jingled, indicating the arrival of some new customers.

“Hello,” You said, dropping your rag into the bucket before looking up. “Welcome to the Milkshake Malt Shop.” 

There were four boys standing at the entrance, looking around at the shop in a sort of awe. The first thing you noticed was that one of them held a camera, the second was their appearances.

Two of them were brunettes, one of them had firetruck red hair, and the last one had purple hair. Two had long sleeves, the other two had short sleeves. This meant two of them had found their soulmates and the other two were still mysterious.

The purple-haired one perked up at the music, looking over at the jukebox; the song seeming to be a familiar sound to his ears.

You smiled in their direction. “Feel free to seat yourselves and I’ll be over with menus and to take your drink order.”

They made their way over to a booth at the center of the aisle by the windows, chatting away about the décor to the camera that the one of the brunette boys pointed at each of them. The one with the camera and the one with the purple hair occupied one side of the rather small booth, the other brunette and red-dyed one took up the other.

You reached down into your apron to grab your pen and pad and started to make your way over to their table.

The jukebox made a clicking noise as it changed over the song.

“What can I get for you boys?”

The camera was pointed in your direction as you spoke and you suddenly felt very self-conscious.

“I think we should try some of the Milkshake’s milkshakes, huh boys?” the one holding the camera said.

The other three seemed to agree.

“What kinds do you-”

The beginning of Honey started playing on the jukebox and you’re heart stopped.

The boy with the purple hair was staring you right in the eyes. 

His were a beautiful color blue that went wide looking into your (e/c) ones, turned slightly golden by the setting sun. He had a bit of stubble across his lip and chin that you thought suited him, made him look older. His lips were parted, frozen around the remains of his sentence. He had a stud nose-ring and similar black earrings. He was, perhaps, the most handsome man you’d ever seen.

“Honey,” You both breathed at the same time. The pad and paper fell from your hands and clattered against the floor as your arms fell limp at your sides.

All three of the other boys simultaneously looked down towards Colby’s soulmark and then over to yours. They immediately recognized Colby’s handwriting scribbled on your forearm.

They’d heard/seen this kind of thing before. Sam had Cupid's Chokehold by Gym Class Heroes Ft. Patrick Stump scrawled in Katrina’s handwriting and Jake had Drag Me Down by One Direction in Tara’s. It wasn’t new, but it was certainly unexpected.

Colby was drinking in your appearance. He had never seen someone so beautiful.

His lips curved upwards into a giddy smile that was contagious and it made your heart flutter. “I’m Colby.”

His voice was deeper than you were expecting. He spoke softly, as if he was afraid of scaring you off. How could he? You had been waiting for this moment your whole life.

“Y/N,”

“Y/N.” he breathed out. Your name rolled gracefully from his tongue and it was as if you had never heard it spoken before.

“Colby.” You responded, trying his name out yourself.

His smile got bigger, if it was possible, and his cheeks tinted pink. He suddenly became aware of the others sitting around him.

Sam was the first to clear his throat. “Uh- Should we leave, or-?”

“No, no, you guys are okay. We’ve been exploring all day, we need to eat. I’ll just uh-”

He motioned for Sam to move out of the booth so he could slide out after him.

He was stood next to you now. He was tall. “I’ll sit at the bar so we can talk, okay?”

You nodded, still too in awe of him to speak.

He walked that direction and you retrieved your things from the floor before straightening up with a blush covering your cheeks. “Now, what can I get for you guys?”

About a half an hour had passed and you were leaning on the counter, across from Colby who was eating his burger and drinking a vanilla shake that he insisted has two straw so you could have some as well.

You’d been talking so long and getting to know each other. You found out his name was actually Cole, but he preferred Colby, that he has two YouTube channels, a personal one and one with Sam (the brunette with the camera) who is his best friend along with Jake and Corey (the other two boys). That they all live in a house in LA together and they do exploring and haunted videos. He showed you all his other tattoos and you showed him yours (if you have any).

“This is going to seem kind of forward, considering we just met, but can I kiss you?” He asked.

You grinned. “I’d like that.”

He pushed his plate and drink aside and leaned over the counter to reach your lips. You met him in the middle and nearly gasped as your lips touched. It was everything you’d ever wanted it to be, everything the stories prepared you for. You felt sparks and absolute bliss.

Colby hummed into the kiss, communicating to you that he was feeling everything you were.

You pulled apart and both had goofy grins on your face.

“Hey, Colby, man, we gotta get going, sorry.” Sam said, placing a hand on Colby’s shoulder.

Colby’s face fell and he looked at you with sad eyes. “How long until you get off?”

“We close in another half hour.”

“Come see me after?” He asked, puppy-dog eyes shining at you.

You smiled, scribbling your phone number down on your pad before ripping it off and handing it to him. “I’ll text you when I’m finished up, okay?”

Colby’s face lit up and he took the paper from your hand, placing a quick kiss on your lips before taking off with the other three boys.

You were left in surprise and watched him go through the windows. He got into the drivers seat of a red corolla, sending a longing look back at the diner before he did so.

You let out a dreamy sigh, listening to Dusk Till Dawn play from the jukebox and running your fingers along your tattoo.

One Year Later

You stood behind the counter at the diner, again, chatting with one of your coworkers.

It was your last day at the retro restaurant and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t going to miss it, but you were moving in with Colby, your soulmate, in LA and you thought it was time to move on.

“Excuse me, doll, you lookin’ to get outta here?”

You turned and resisted the urge to burst out laughing.

There was Colby, dressed to the nines in 50s greaser gear. He had leather pants, white shirt, leather jacket, and his hair was gelled back in the classic style.

“I don’t know, daddy-o. Know any greasers looking to show a girl a good time?”

“Why don’t’cha come with me a find out, kitten?”

You giggled into your hand, bidding your coworker farewell with a hug, and clocked out for the last time before intertwining your fingers with Colby’s and letting him lead you outside.

You gasped as you saw him straddle the bike. “Where did you get a motorcycle?”

He chuckled. “Rented it from a place. Thought I’d give you the full Grease experience.”

You smiled at him. “Do you even know how to ride one of these things?”

“They gave me a lesson at the place. Not that hard.”

He handed you a helmet to put on, which you did, and you got on behind him, being mindful of your skirt, and wrapped your arms around him. 

“Now let’s go finish packing for your move, honey,” He said.

Honey

It quickly became your favorite pet name.

[missfluffywriter]

Purple Irises I Mafia Park Jimin x Reader

 Author’s note: Hello everyone! Back at it with chapter 3. I’m SO happy you guys like it Purple Irises, it’s my baby. And I’m like hecka proud of this chapter from the last two this has the best writing. I just hope the plot make sense with how layed everything out. If not please let me know 😭 And I know the whole purple irises thing doesn’t make sense yet but please be patient it’s coming. I also learned how to disable a motion sensor for this chapter so... Lol. Okay, so yeah that’s it for me, Happy readings! 

Word count: 8.8k

Genre: Mafia au, Doctor au (kind of)

Paring: Park Jimin x Reader 

(Series) Summary: You were supposed to be delivering flowers, so how did you end up in an operation room digging a bullet out of a mafia boss’ shoulder?

Purple Irises: Royalty and wisdom 

Warnings: Gun, violence, language

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Lush,emerald lawns stretched far out, tall pine trees dotting the outer edges of the vast gardens. Salvias, lavenders, dahlias, daffodils, and other vibrant flowers bloomed adjacent to the cobblestone path that extended throughout the property.

The meeting had been adjourned an hour ago, and the group disbursed, the men returning to their duties and responsibilities. And while they tended to their work, Jeongguk suggested you familiarize yourself with the mansion, so you did just that with Shelty by your side of course.

You begin your exploration with the estate gardens. It seemed like working as a florist had rubbed off on you. Automatically being drawn to the gardens, and pausing to admire each flower you passed. You mindlessly strolled through the stone path you lost yourself in your thoughts.  

Still unable to believe the events that had occurred but an hour ago. Truthfully, you didn’t know where those words had come from. Your observational skills had never been used in such a fashion. You had no idea it could be used like that. The entirety of the meeting had been a sort of a blur once you had started speaking, your mouth moved simultaneously with your mind. Your heart had been pounding throughout the meeting. But the thudding within your ribs wasn’t caused by nervousness neither was it caused by fear.

The emotion responsible for the rapid beating of your heart was once again, excitement. You saw adventure in the situation and the plan... Before you had even realized it, your brain had analyzed the case and immediately thought of a counter-strategy. Like how you would in a game.

But this wasn’t a game, this was real life, and lives were at stake. How could you have been excited about such a situation? Lives were on the line, not points as it would in a game. What was wrong with you? You chewed the inside of your lip, your thumb petting your index finger. Even as you fought yourself, even as you chided yourself for feeling such emotions, you couldn’t force a way the excitement bubbling in your chest. Eager to have your plan in motion, more than ready to participate in whatever game you may have been dragged into.

The plan would heavily rely on the intel Namjoon would gather. But the most crucial aspect will be the control over the flow of information and perception. You understood very well that information was the most dangerous weapon in existence, it could bring either great good or great harm. The result hinging upon the manner in which the information is utilized.

‘Huh? The path changed?’ Lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t realized just how far you had wandered. You were no longer walking down a cobblestone path and instead on a gravel walkway. Taking in the tall Cotswold dry stone wall before you, recalling the grey and brown wall you had seen from the mansion. You deduced you were at the edge of the garden. ‘What’s that?’ You caught a glimpse of a dark spot along the wall. Straining your eyes, you strode towards the darkened area.

You took a sharp breath when you saw the property continued. The rustic wall made way to another area through a narrow, gravel path. Unable to suppress your curiosity, you advance on the path.

The passageway was dark, but there was no roof or archway above the walls. The tall trees beyond the wall shaded the area. A few more steps and you were at the mouth of the passage. And what you witnessed truly stole your breath.

A fountain sat in the center of the enclosed space, the fountain was low, made of obsidian, and perhaps Emperador marble. A dirty beige basin decorated the heart of the fountain, water gently overflowing into the main body of the fountain. The walls that you had seen before the walkway, created a room like an area. The gravel path circled the fountain, the rest of the space carpeted with the same emerald-green grass as the rest of the gardens. Two towering trees lie slightly before the fountain, then two more beyond the fountain. Vibrant flora grew around the walls. Sunlight barely peeking through the branches of the massive trees, the light that did pass fell perfectly onto the shimmering fountain. It was as though you had walked into a fairy tale.

But the mystical sight wasn’t what took your breath away. It was the one who was seated on the edge of the large fountain.

“Jimin?” You whisper, absorbing the sight before you.

Shades of yellow caressed his flawless skin, his silver locks glittering in the light. The contrasting shadows and light gave him an angelic glow. He sat sidelong on the fountain, his eyes reflecting a melancholy smile curved along his plump lips as he peered into the glimmering deep-blue water. Then as though you were in a fairy tale, the wind picked up. His silvery locks gently swaying with the zephyr. ‘An angel,’ Your mind instantly correlated the sight before you with the heavenly creature.

“(Y/n)?” He called, having been broken from his trance at the whisper of his name. His gaze snapped to your form, a hand resting on the right wall. Breathless wonder painted your face, lips parted, eyes wide as though you had just seen the most beautiful sight in the world. Jimin felt his mouth curve upwards as he looked at you, realizing that he was the cause of wonder when he followed your gaze. What an innocent expression you wore. It suited you, indeed it suited your features very well. What it didn’t suit was the world you were dragged into, and his smile falters.

A searing warmth crept up your cheeks when you realized he noticed you were staring at him. You ripped your gaze away, instead opting to glare at the daffodils that grew underneath the trees. You cleared your throat, “That’s a pretty fountain.”  

‘That's a pretty fountain!? That’s a pretty fountain?! Of all the things that’s what you decide to say?!’ You berate yourself, cursing your sudden awkwardness.

Jimin blinked at your words and his smile returned full force. “It is, isn't it?” His gaze reverts back to the blue-green water.

“This place is beautiful, do you come here often?” You asked, wafting towards the fountain. On the other hand, Shelty, who had stood by your side the entire time you were gawking admiring Jimin, bounded towards the male.  

“I come here to clear my head. Something about this place is calming to me,” He answers thoughtfully, happily obliging Shelty with ear scratches as he did so. You hum, understanding the feeling of having a safe haven. For you, it was your apartment. Your apartment was your safe space, decorated with fairy lights, more pillows than you'd care to count, and fuzzy blankets that you’d roll around in.

“How old is she?” He chortled as the jet-black wolf-dog laps at his cheeks. Just when had they gotten so close? Your smile widened watching the male giggle as Shelty assaulted him with slobbery kisses.

“Would you believe me if I said a little over a year old?” You answered with a question. Sitting beside him on the fountain.

Jimin blanched at your question, disbelief pooling in honey orbs, “No way! But she's so big.” You chuckle at his response, a common reaction when you reveal the age of your puppy. However, you paused when you realized Shelty had been completely ignoring you.

 “Oh, so you found yourself a new best friend, huh? I see how it is?” Feeling betrayed by your one and only companion, you puffed your cheeks into a pout, eyebrows knitting together as you crossed your arms in faux dismay. The wolf-dog pauses her ministrations, ears perking up when she hears the tone of your voice. Though she did not understand your words she could decipher what you were feeling through the tone of your voice. And right now, she heard sad.  

Whining she trots to you, nuzzling into your stomach, trying to discern as to why you were sad. You giggle at her reaction, massaging the silky fur around her neck. Oblivious to the amused eyes of a certain beautiful bastard silver-haired male.

“You know the mansion grounds are huge, I’ve been wandering for an hour and I still haven’t seen the whole garden. Forget the inside of the mansion,” You continue as the wolf-dog charges back to Jimin.

“Oh? You’ve been wandering the garden?” He turns his gaze to you. To which you nod in reply. “Have you seen the garden in the east wing?”

“There’s another garden?”

His lips twitch as he stands, “Would you like to see them?”

“Of course!” You bounce into a stand, startling Shelty as you did.

“Alright then,” He acknowledged, gesturing to you to follow.

What was he doing? Why was he taking you to that garden? His mother’s garden, a memento entrusted to him before she had passed away, and it was also the last proof of her existence in this world. That garden was one of his most cherished treasures, so why was he leading a girl he had met only hours ago to a place so close to his heart?

The words had slipped from his tongue before he could even register what he was saying, he had already asked you about the garden. But the strangest aspect of this whole ordeal was that he didn’t correct himself. His mouth kept moving, going so far as to invite you to see it. And his body seemed moved on its own accord, leading you towards his most precious place on earth.  

It was a short distance to the garden. Jimin had led you down the cobblestone path you had been on earlier. You passed many neatly trimmed hedges and a section of the mansion, most likely the east wing. ‘We must be close,’ You thought, taking in the architect of the gigantic building as you followed close after Jimin.

Then it came to view, vivid patches of purples, pinks, blues, and yellows. The garden itself wasn’t the largest, but that limited space resided multiple species of flowers. An iron fence surrounded the garden and an archway that doubled as a gate.

Jimin held open the gateway, allowing you to enter first. You thanked him as you walked into the magnificent nursery. As you observed the many flowers you noticed all the flowers were extremely well looked after. Someone had put a lot of care and dedication to nurturing these plants.

“This used to be my mother’s, before she passed away,” Jimin spoke. You eyed the fond expression that rested on his face. And you couldn’t help the small smile that made itself a home on your lips. You could see the love and care he held for his mother and the sadness from losing her.

“I’m so sorry,” You weren’t exactly sure what you were apologizing for, you had just felt the need to. As you bend down to admire the purple hyacinth.

“Before she passed away she entrusted this garden to me, saying she left a message for me. I searched every square inch of this place, but I never found anything. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to find it?” He bit tongue, the words tumbled past his lips before he could stop them.  

Seeing his saddened expression, a strange heaviness swelled in your chest. You couldn’t fathom the disappointment and heartache of not only his mother but also being unable to find her last message.

‘Pink carnations, morning glory, chamomile, purple hyacinth, white clovers, cornflowers, and more. Wait, pink carnation…’ Your eyes widened with realization. All these flowers had a commonality!

“Jimin! The flowers!” You exclaimed understanding the message his mother spoke of.

“Yes, they're beautiful,” He says not following your thoughts

“No Jimin! The flowers! They’re the message. The flowers are the message!” Jimin’s breath hitched catching onto what you were thinking.

“Morning glories symbolize affection, white clovers mean others are thinking of you, daffodils mean new beginnings, goldenrods symbolize encouragement, chamomile symbolizes the energy in adversity, cornflowers are given as good-luck charms because they are linked to wealth and good fortune, purple irises represent wisdom and royalty, lemon balms symbolize sympathy, the purple hyacinths are flowers that ask for forgiveness they mean “please forgive me”, and pink carnations… Well, legend has it that they first sprouted from the Virgin Mary's tears shed over Jesus' death… making them the symbol of a mother's undying love.” You recited the meanings of the flowers before you, deciphering the message Jimin’s mother had left him. Her message was pure and simple, she was encouraging him, wishing him the best of luck, she asked for forgiveness, and finally, she told Jimin she loved him.

You felt a tinge of guilt stir within you, this a personal message. This was between Jimin and his mother. And you were a stranger in the situation, did you truly even have the right to know?

Your feet fidgeted as you pondered the question. Although Jimin seemed to have a different take on the situation. As he pulled you into a hug, whispering a soft thank you. Smiling you returned the hug soothingly rubbing his back. The hug was warm, and somehow he seemed to envelop you. He was taller than you had expected. From this proximity you caught a whiff of his cologne, it was smelled sweet and clean, feminine yet somehow masculine. You wondered how such a soft person could be part of a mafia gang let alone the boss. You hummed comfortable in his embrace, perhaps a bit too comfortable as you nuzzled into his neck.

Jimin chuckled at your behavior, but he didn’t seem to mind it. Your eyes blew open as you registered that you had just nuzzled into the embrace of a mafia boss. Jumping out of the embrace you apologized. And he dismissed your apology with a smile.

“Your mother must’ve been an incredible woman. I mean who would’ve thought to leave a message through flowers,” You say, your eyes once again roaming the beautiful garden.

“She was, she really really was,” Jimin agreed.

What a cunning woman she must have been. Not a single soul would so much so as give this place a second glance unless they knew of it and were actively looking for it. A message, hidden in plain sight. You mentally made a note of the situation for it may come useful in the future.

“Walk with me?” Jimin asked a pleasant smile decorating his lips, his hands in the pocket of his sweatpants.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you gulped, palms suddenly sweaty. ‘My god he’s hot,’ You cheeks flushed such a deep red you’d put an apple to shame. ‘No, no nothing to blush over. That was just an observation. A simple observation,’ You thought as attempted to force away from your blush and calm your, now rapidly beating heart.

“(Y/n)?”

“Walk! Yes love to I,” Wait that wasn’t right, “ I-I mean, I’d love to,”

‘How adorable,’ Amusement flashed in Jimin’s honey-brown orbs as he wet his lips and nodded. Yet he could not deny that his very own heart had not been pumping just a tad faster, or the strange feeling that bubbled in his stomach.  

After that time had all but disappeared. A smile on your lips as you talked about everything and anything. You told him of how you had rescued Shelty from her abusive owner and a sort of anger seemed to form in his eyes. You questioned him about his favorite Disney movie and apparently, he had never seen one. And you took it upon yourself to change that. And the back and forth continued as Jimin led you through the garden. Occasionally pausing to ask you the meaning of flowers he did not recognize. The garden may have been small, yet somehow you had spent the remainder of daylight without so much so as a second thought.

“I wonder why my mother was apologizing...” Jimin’s voice trailed off. And you turned your attention to him. “She was the one that found me, took care of me, gave me a home. And I was the one that dragged us into this shit, I was the one that killed her son,”

Your eyes widened, ‘what?’

He saw the query in your eyes, however, he gave no explanation. And you didn’t need one. Hearing the grief and pain in his voice was an answer enough. His eyes cried sadness and hatred, and somehow you knew those emotions were directed towards himself.  

The sun was setting and hues and purples and blues painting the sky. Daylight fading from the garden, but you could see his smile clear as day. “I’m not gonna lie, I don’t know why I brought you here, or why I told you any of that.”  

Hearing his words, a modest smile made its way to your lips. Jimin may have not realized it himself but he had just trusted you with something so precious you didn’t know if you deserved it, he shared with you a piece of his past, and a piece of himself. What a strange turn of events. Earlier that very same day he had you at the receiving of a gun, and now here he was sharing something so special.

Tentatively grasping his hands in yours, you held them to your chest, “Thank you, for showing me this garden and for trusting me,”

Jimin’s breath hitched at the sight before him. Cheeks dusted a rosy shade of pink, a shy smile on your delicate lips. He hadn’t noticed earlier, but the moon had risen. The luscious moonlight giving your features a captivating glow. The warm gentleness your shimmering orbs held as you gazed into his. The tender manner in which you gripped his hands, the warmth and softness they possessed.

Did he trust you? Had he trusted really? Perhaps he did, but why? Was it because you were now working for him? Or could it have been something else? Your nature was similar to that of a placid river, peaceful and calm yet there was this part of you that was simply enthralling. Your mellow presence and soothing voice were so easy to get lost in.    

He could not control the acceleration of his heartbeat. Feeling it’s rapid thudding against his ribs. He could do nothing but watch as you thanked him for something he did not believe he had done, then just as tenderly released his hands.

“It’s late, we should head back,” Jimin eyes quickly flash towards the gate as he heads in the direction of the mansion. You quietly follow after him.

“I guess it did huh? I didn’t even feel the time go by,” Neither did he. “By the way, uh where do I go?”

“Ah yes, your room will be the one across from mine, it was not my decision. Apparently, I had a fever last night? And everyone was worried something like that could happen again. So they wanted you close by in case anything did happen,” He informed you. “Dinner will be brought to your room. And your curfew is 10:00 PM. Don’t leave your room unless you are explicitly asked by one of us or a medical emergency.”  

“Okay, I got it,” You nodded along. Although you did not understand as to why you had a curfew.

“Oh, I need to change your bandages before you go to bed,” You reminded him as you stepped into the main living room. Jimin gave a quick nod acknowledging your words.

You had never seen the mansion during the night. It was equally as beautiful as it was during the day, although at night, the mansion held this magical glow. You were trailing behind Jimin as the both of you walked to his room.

On route to his room, Jimin had stopped one of the maids and sent her to bring you the medical supplies you would need. And she was quick to fulfill the request or rather demand as she returned with a large box that had all the supplies necessary just as the both of you had entered the room.

This time around the changing of the bandages progressed and completed much smoother than it had been early that morning. As a matter of fact, you had even made a pleasant conversion with Jimin. And you much preferred the calm soft Jimin over the Jimin that held you at gunpoint.

“Ah right, Jimin you can’t get your sutures wet for the next twenty-four hours. I mean I’ll be cleaning your wound a bit. And even after that, only showers. Otherwise, you’ll be risking an infection,” You say as you tighten the bandages then clipped the bandage clip on.

“Understood doctor,” He said with a hint of mockery in his tone.

“You better have understood,” The words spilled before you could stop them, and you froze. Had you really just sassed a mafia boss?

“Oh?” Pure amusement laced his tone as his lips quirked into a smile that was more of a smirk.

“I meant goodnight,” You hurriedly put away the gauze and ointments, closing then placing the white box on the side table before dashing towards the door.

“(Y/n),” Jimin’s voice commanded, and you paused just as you had opened the door. “Your room is direct across mine. You see the doors right in front of you?” You nod.

“That’s your room. Again, dinner should be at your door in a few minutes, and yes, Shelty’s meal will also be sent,” He really had taken care of everything.

“Thank you,” You say gratefully, turning to leave. Before pausing once again.

“Jimin,” He hums at the call of his name, “Goodnight.”

He smiles, “Goodnight (Y/n),”

You padded towards your new room, Shelty on your heel. The room had double doors identical to Jimin’s. You swung one of the doors open, quietly entering the darkroom. You pawed at walls around the door until you found the light switch. Sighing a breath of relief as you turned them on.

“Wow,” The room was ginormous, spacious with a high ceiling, smaller than Jimin’s, but certainly bigger than your apartment. Your apartment…how long would it be until you had all your things were moved? Sighing you conclude thinking about something you couldn’t control would do you no good. Instead, you would ask Jimin regarding your things tomorrow.  

“Do you like it girl? It’s bigger than our old home isn’t it?” You smiled at the wolf-dog, who was busy exploring her new space. As your eyes analyzed the room further, you noticed the large bed. It appeared almost as if it were floating, it had a tan floating bed frame! The bed, compared to Jimin’s was smaller, however, unlike his, yours had a large shear russet canopy that touched the floor over your bed. Ruffles decorated the top frame of the canopy. The drapes closest to the headboard were loosely hanging, hiding away the front portion of the bed. The back drapes were tastefully gathered and tied to the legs of the canopy frame with a neat bow.

The bed had an awful lot of pillows, and you saw the familiar fuzzy white pillow. Those pillows… were your pillows. You rushed to the bed, and there they sat, all of your pillows and even your blankets were present. What was going on? Your eyes analyzed the room and landed on the office-like corner of the room. There was a glossy, east Indian rosemary wood desk completed with a chair made of the same wood and a large rug underneath them. Two large bookshelves aligned to the corners of the interesting walls.  

‘Those books,’ You hurry over to the area. Those books were yours too, and they had been arranged by alphabetical order according to book titles, even your textbooks were there. You made a mental note to thank whatever angle of a being had done this.

Running your fingertips along the desk you noticed your diploma had been neatly placed into a new nicer frame on the desk.

“Everything’s already here…” You trail off as you take in your aesthetically placed pillows. And a smile rose to your lips, you would make sure to thank Jimin and Jeongguk.

As you finished exploring your new room, a knock resounded in the quiet room. ‘It must be dinner,’ You quickly paddled to the door, and there stood one of the maids. She was the one who brought the bandages.

“You’re dinner miss uh…” Her voice was soft, meek even.

“(Y/n), and please just call me (Y/n),” You wave your hands at her formality.

“Once you are done please leave the trolley outside your door, goodnight miss (Y/n),” She bows ignoring what you had said before scampering off.

“Oh oh okay,” You stand at your door slightly confused.

You wheeled the trolley into your room, and Jimin was right. Shelty’s bowl was on the second deck of the trolley. You placed Shetly’s bowl on the ground, calling her over before digging into your own food.

And just as instructed you left the trolley outside your door.

‘What a day,’ You sighed, hopping out of the far too big to call a shower, shower. As you dry yourself with one of the fluffy towels, then blow-dry your hair with the dryer in the bathroom.

‘Does every room have its own blow dryer?’ You snuggled into Shelty’s neck as she nuzzled into you, surrounded your many blankets and pillows. You were dressed in your oversized t-shirt and a pair of short shorts that you had found in the excessively large walk-in closet. Apparently, all of your clothes had been organized and placed in the closet.

‘I wonder what’ll happen tomorrow,’ Your eyes fluttered closed, the comfort of Shelty’s presence and the luxurious bed lulling you to sleep.

~

You groaned as you smelled the familiar scent of rotting fish and old socks. You giggled awake as you were bombarded by slobbery kisses.

“Alright! Alright! I’m up,” Gently pushing the hundred-pound wolf-dog off your chest. “Well, good morning to you too,” You cooed at her as you sat up and stretched your arms above your head. “Let’s go get ready, yeah?”

You hopped off the bed as you navigate your way over the many pillows laying across the floor, to the bathroom. Quickly going about your routine as you needed to check on Jimin and replace his bandages.

You wondered if he was awake, Shelty had made it a habit to wake you as soon as she did. ‘What time do mafia bosses wake up?’ You thought as you changed into a white casual button-down shirt that was tucked into a pair of blue jeans, and a brown belt going around your waist. You had first thought of simply wearing a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt but you were technically their doctor, so to retain some semblance of professionalism. You opted for the semi-casual outfit.

 Deciding you would have plenty of time to make your bed after changing Jimin’s bandages, you exited your room. Breezing across the hallway, knocking on Jimin’s door. Entering after hearing a ‘come in’.

“Good morning,” You greet with a smile. And Jimin returns your greeting with a pleasant good morning. Bringing the supply box with you as you sat beside him. “How’re you feeling today?”  

“Better than yesterday, the pain meds seem to be doing their job” His lips curve upwards as he turns to give you better access to his shoulder.

“That’s good, but try not to overwork yourself. And make sure to take plenty of breaks, you lost a lot of blood the other day,” You hum in concern as you gently rub the ointment onto the wound.

“That may be a little hard to do,” Jimin chuckles as you finished wrapping his bandages. His job didn’t exactly allow for a break.

“You haven’t explored the mansion yet have you?”He questioned slipping on his sweatshirt. You replied with a thoughtful ‘no’ as you yourself had forgotten you had about your unfinished exploration. “Then have one of the maids give you a tour today,”

A much sounder idea than wandering around the seemingly endless mansion and risk getting lost. Maybe you could ask the girl that had dropped off your meal yesterday. But it looked like your tour would have to wait as you heard loud calls of Jimin’s name.

“Jimin hyung! They got him, they got Taehyung,” Jeongguk burst into the room, an enraged expression. The other four soon poured after him.  

The change was instantaneous, his face darkened and a spine chilling glare present on his face. Gone was the soft Jimin you were speaking to, and there stood the boss of a mafia gang.

“Who?” Was all he said as he threw his blankets and charged into his closet with Jeongguk on his heel.

“It was the Yeong’s again,” Jeongguk growled. “They sent us this.”

You feel the anger flowing into the room from within the closet. Jimin wasn’t angry, he was furious. “Namjoon, get his location” Jimin commands as he steps out of the closet, clad in a deep navy blue suit. He blazed out of the room. Was he going out in a business suit?

“We’re working on it, I’ve already begun the tracing. A few more minutes and we’ll have his location” Namjoon matched Jimin's breakneck pace as he spoke. The other men follow after them with you and Shelty.

“Jin get everyone together, Yoongi, the guns get me the newest one. We head out as soon as everyone is armed. Now hurry,” Jimin roared. Why was everyone leaving? If everyone was leaving then who would guard the mansion? Was he truly leaving his main base of operation unguarded? And by the looks of it, Yoongi had similar concerns.

“Jimin, I do一” The platinum blonde cuts Yoongi off.

“Do I have to repeat myself?” Jimin thunders as he turns to face everyone. Yoongi's eyes avoided Jimin’s as he shook his head no. Was no one going to speak up? You heavily exhaled as you decided to take matters into your own hands. And pray you survived

“Jimin, calm down!” You cut off his steps. And his eyes narrow glaring daggers into you, you gulped, as you felt your life shorten by ten years. “Just think about it. Where would you go? Namjoon doesn’t have his location, so unless you do. I suggest you slow down,” You spoke as steadily as you could under the circumstances.

“Slow down? Slow down?! One of my best men, one of my friends was kidnapped and you want me to slow down?” His enraged glare directed towards you.

“Yes I do, think about what you’re doing. I understand that you want to get Taehyung back as soon as possible, everyone here does. But you can’t go around making rash decisions. Besides for one you’re injured, and second, you haven’t had breakfast yet.” You explain calmly, surprised your voice came out as steady as you did.

Your words seemed to reach him as he inhaled sharply and held his breath before closing his eyes and sighing. Though anger was still prevalent on his face, his gaze was controlled. He understood the true meaning behind your words. If his command had gone through then he would be leaving the mansion essentially defenseless. And you were right, where would he have gone? They didn’t have Taehyung's location. Even if they had headed out, they’d only be running around in circles. You gulped as his eyes met yours.

“Jin, get a unit of twenty ready to move at a moment's notice, Yoongi I still want that gun, Namjoon hurry up on that location,” He instructs, frustration present in his voice. “And Eui, can you get breakfast in the living room?” He speaks to the maid cowering behind the hallway wall.

At his words and calms tone, you felt oxygen flood into your lungs. ‘I thought I was a goner,’ You thought as you placed your hand on your chest.

“What are you waiting for a written invasion?” Jimin raised an eyebrow at the men, who were staring at you as though you had grown a second head. Jin and Yoongi broke from their thoughts at Jimin’s voice before scampering off to complete their assigned jobs.

 Jimin turned on his foot striding to one of the sofas and sitting.

Eui, as you learned her name, was quick to return with breakfast. She was joined with another maid, of whom you had yet to learn the name of. Both speedily place the plates on the coffee table and surprisingly Shelty’s bowl next to you before bowing and scurrying off.

By then Jin and Yoongi had returned. Jin reported the twenty men Jimin had asked for were already in cars ready, waiting for their command. While Yoongi returned with a silver briefcase in hand. You assumed it was the gun Jimin had requested demanded. Breakfast had never been more awkward, the nervous energy hung in the air, and on top of that, no one spoke. Everyone ate in silence, and for some apparent Jimin seemed fairly content as things were.

“We got his location!” Namjoon jumped, eyes snapping to Jimin as if asking for further instruction.

“Jin!” Jimin stands.

“They’re heading out now,” he responds, all five men standing as Jimin stood.

“Hoseok, Jin, hang back. Guk follow in your car, Namjoon with me,” Jimin instructs meeting eyes with each man as he did. “(Y/n), you too,”

“Me? Why me?” You blinked, confusion riddled your expression. What could you possibly do in such a situation?

“Because you’re our doctor, Taehyung is injured. And Shelty’s coming too,” He explained briefly.

“Hey, wait! I need to get a first-aid kit!”

The drive was a lengthy one. The GPS tracker leading you deep into the mountains. They had taken Taehyung much farther than you had expected. But unlike the tense nature of breakfast, Shelty was close enough to somewhat soothe the anxiety of the men. She sat on the floor of the small limousine, nuzzling into Jimin’s and Namjoon’s hands. Though truly, to take one of the highest-ranking men of an enemy gang, what gal must they truly have? This event also serves to further solidify your idea that there is something crucial you were missing. With how quickly Namjoon was able to find Taehyung’s location you could not imagine they planned to hide his location. Although, that could also be attributed to the excellent tracking skills of Namjoon, yet still. They didn’t make any demand, they did not ask for anything. You had gotten a look at the letter that had been sent. All the letter said was to “Come get your dog” And a picture of a beaten and bruised Taehyung. That was also when something peculiar caught your eyes. You couldn’t see any severe injury on Taehyung, aside from the noticeable bruises around his face and neck. Though, the thing that stuck out to you the most, was the fact that his clothes looked nearly intact, dust and grim here and there, almost like he had been dragged. But not as though he had been truly beaten… something felt wrong. Only this time you decided it would best to keep your words to yourself, the guys were on edge as it was. You would keep an eye on places they didn’t and if you happen to see anything you would warn them immediately.

“We’re here,” Namjoon called as the car came to a stop. Jimin’s gaze turned ice-cold as he exited the car, you exit after them.

The area was surrounded by a thick forest of tall trees, the grounds elevated the farther from the house it went, almost a valley-like area. Before you stood a tall oak wood shed-like building, only this shed was much larger than a regular garden shed.

“I see Taehyung hyung!” Jeongguk pointed toward the door or at least where the door should have been. Thanks to the missing door, from where you stood, you could perfectly see him… perfectly see him? This felt awfully similar to…

Once you had a closer look, you saw it, Taehuyng was awake. His eyes were wide open, and what they held was far from elation. ‘I knew it’ You thought, this was a trap. But if Taehyung was awake, then why doesn’t he come out? Why doesn’t he say anything? He wasn’t restrained at all, he was simply sitting there. His posture was stiff, even his breathing seemed tense, almost as if… he was trying to limit his movements. Something was there making sure he didn’t move, but what?

“I’m going in there,” The chocolate-brown haired male charged towards the open door, and until you quickly grasped his hand stopping him from rushing into what felt like a trap. And you watched Taehyung's eyes blow up in fear then blink in relief? He was trying to keep them out of the room.  

“What are you doing!?” He exclaimed, not very happy with your actions. Jimin recognized this behavior, you had picked up on something.

“Guk, calm down, we still need to secure the parameter,” Jimin spoke in a notably calm voice. He nodded as a gesture to Namjoon to send out the men to secure the area. Who then assigned each man present, a job. Soon after, half of the men had left the group.

As they did, you and Jeongguk cautiously approached the shed. Taehyng’s eyes were focused on the spot directly above the open door. He was trying to communicate something. His eyes gaze flickers to you before returning to the small window above you. There was something there, did that window have something to do with his movements being limited. Movement? ‘Motion sensors!’ Your eyes widened as you connected the dots.

Taehyung’s eyes returned to you and you eyed the spot he had indicated, nodding as a sign you understood what he was gesturing to. But you mouth the words ‘ motion sensor’ as a reassurance you had read the situation correctly. And his eyes lit up at your lips and you were certain. Acting on a hunch your mouth ‘bomb’ and his eyes darkened with the slightest nod, so slight that anyone else would have missed it. Just as you stepped back Taehyng’s eyes widened, almost as if he were saying he wasn’t done. And his gaze turned to his left, his eyes scrunched as he glared to the area left to him. But why was he looking there? You couldn’t see any motion sensors in that direction. Could it be...You paused, nibbling on your lower lip before mouthing a sentence you prayed he understood. ‘Is someone watching?’ You tried to mouth the words the best you could. And his face immediately contorted into a scowl. ‘Someone’s watching that’s why he couldn’t talk,’

You staggered backward, dragging a confused Jeongguk with you, Shelty obediently following you. You needed to tell Jimin, but how? If someone watching was the reason Taehyung was left unable to speak, that would mean they were either close enough to hear or had a device planted somewhere nearby. That person would also most likely have a detonator. Taehyung had looked to the left, so that meant… they were close by. If Taehyung knew where they were then they had to be close. So they were in eyeshot too. Not good. How would you tell Jimin? Your eyes flew around taking in your surroundings especially taking note of the left. There was one way… You just prayed the people around him or Jimin himself didn’t shoot you.

You sighed as you walked to Jimin, a complaining Jeongguk in tow. The moment you were close to him you leapt into his arms. Of course, he caught you, a little startled but he caught you. And you heard the sound of multiple guns being clicked. ‘Oh god I hope I don’t die,’ You thought, nuzzling your head into Jimin’s neck, on his right side as he froze before relaxing.

Jeongguk and Namjoon both were puzzled by your action, if not a little flushed. “(Y/n), what are you doing?” Jimin asked stiffly.

“There's a motion sensor in that room, if they go off so does a bomb, don’t make it so obvious,” You continue to snuggle into his neck. Jimin stiffened before wrapping his arms around you and gesturing his men to lower their guns, much to Namjoon’s and Jeongguk’s confusion.

“Anything else?” He whispered into your ear, and you couldn’t help the shiver that ran down your spine.

“To the left, in those hills, someone’s watching. They probably have a detonator, just in case we found out about the sensors,” You mumble your face pressed to his chest. His arms tighten around you, a sign he understands and asking you if you had a plan. To which you gave a muffled laugh, Jimin smirked at your response. Of course, you had a plan. “I’ll deal with our little watcher. You just worry Taehyung,”

“As for the motion sensors, you’ll have to disable it. You see that window, you need to remove, and no you can’t break it. The motion sensors will pick up the moving glass. You’re going to have to remove it or open the window. Can you do that?” You ask him, pulling away just enough to meet his eyes. But he’s quick to pull you back. Giving you a quick ‘yeah yeah’. You giggled continuing, “Well, most models have a manual disable feature underneath the device. But you still have the choice of either cutting off its power source or you’ll need to have it carefully, staying in its blind spot. Which is right underneath it, disabled. There needs to be someone under the sensor that directs the person disabling the thing on which side the switch moves. That is if the switch is in the middle. If the switch is on either side just slide it to the other. But to be cautious, just have someone watching. But you move only once you get my signal. I’ll text you the minute I have their attention. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold it so get him outta there quickly.”

“Alright, but how are you gonna leave without arousing any suspicion?” he asks, leaning his head on yours.

“Oh, that’s the fun part,” You grin.

“Oh?”

You take a deep breath before pushing Jimin from the embrace, hollering as loud as your throat would allow. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN I’M IN THE WAY?!”

Jimin finally understanding what you meant when you said fun, plays along. “Like I said, you’re in the way! All you do is whine and bitch. Why don’t you understand… I don’t even know why I brought you here.” He sighs dramatically, running his hand through his hair.

“THEN WHY DID YOU HUG ME JUST TO INSULT ME AFTERWARDS!”

“YOU NEED TO GO HOME, NOW!” Jimin roars out, you flinch at his volume. He deeply sighs again, “Guk, take her home.”

“Ugh! Whatever! Let’s go Shelty!” You storm towards Jeongguk’s car.  

Though he did not know exactly what was going on, Namjoon understood that the two of you had a plan. He nudged a stunned Jeongguk, who sputtered as he reluctantly followed after you.

“So what the fuck happened back there?” Jeongguk questioned as he started the car.

“We don’t need to go far, just far enough we won’t be seen but close enough to run back,” You said a sly smile tugging at your lips.

“I smell a plan,” He chuckles while driving off.

“Oh, and can I borrow your gun?”

“Wat?”

~

“Who the fuck was that? And since when did Park have a girlfriend, now?” A gruff voice scoffs. “What the hell are they down there? They’ve been circling the place for twenty minutes. What the hell are they pussyfooting around for?” he sighs. ‘Did they figure it out? Nah they couldn’t have,’ He thought petting the detonator in his jacket pocket.

He was ripped from his thoughts by sounds of footsteps behind him. Immediately he stood from his crouching position and held up his gun. His mouth twitched upwards “Well, well, weren’t you supposed to be on your way home?”

“Yeah, sorry, there was a change of plans,” A smirk tugging on a corner of your lips. You leaned your weight on your right foot, shrugging. Jeongguk, who was hidden behind one of the trees, messaged Jimin, giving him the signal to move.

“So what do you want?” You ask, placing your hand on your hip.

“What makes you think I want something?” He cocked his eyebrow.

“Guessing from the fact that you haven’t set off the bomb the minute you saw me. And our intel-gathering is pretty good too. Actually, nevermind, here you go” You throw him a touch screen phone.

“And just what the fuck in on this thing?”

“The thing you’ve been looking for, Hyun Joo,” You tilt your head, a smirk ever prevalent on your lips. “Anything and everything on Sung Min.”

Shock glowed in his eye, how had you known. His gaze asking a silent question. You laughed at his bewilderment. “Remember what I said about our intel-gathering?” You answer with a question of your own.

Hyun Joo bursts into a breathless fit of laughter, his right hand covering his face. “And how do I know this isn’t just some random phone?”

“Easy, look through it, it’s not password protected,” You nod to the phone and he does as you instruct. Moments pass as he sifts through the information on the phone. He hangs his head, impressed with the contents on the phone. It did truly have anything and everything on it, down Sung’s favorite color. The events recorded on this phone matched with his experience with Sung.

“Don’t worry, all of it is actual information. I’m not brave enough to jeopardize my friend's safety,” You reassure the validation of the information with a frustrated sigh. His expression transformed one of intrigue.

“Now, the detonator please?” You request holding out your palm. Hyun Joo reaches into his pocket. Jeongguk stiffens at his actions, unsure whether Hyun would stick to the deal. But his worry seemed misplaced as Hyun carefully pulled his hand from his pocket, throwing you a small gray rectangular box with a single button. “This better be it,” You warned the smirk that was on your lips now gone.

“It is, I got what I was after. I got no reason to continue this,” He shrugs, stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets. “But tell me something, how did you know I was here? Even if that guy in there had somehow managed to tell you where I was without talking. This area’s huge; it would have taken at least thirty minutes for you to find me. But you were gone for less than fifteen minutes.” He asks, genuinely curious.  

“Oh, that? Yeah well, you see I have a tracker of my own,” You say as Shelty steps beside, standing tall. Hyun jumps, holding up his gun out of instinct, curing at the sight of the wolf-dog. And you giggle at his expected reaction, “Meet Shelty one of the best trackers in the world, but she didn’t do all the work. As a matter of fact, you did half of it,” He looks at you in question.

“The gunpowder, she followed the scent of the gunpowder in your gun,” You explain to the confused man.

“One last question, why did you want the detonator? it looks like your little buddies had everything under control there,” He gestures behind him to the Taehyung that was now standing alongside Jimin and Namjoon.

“Well, you can never be too safe, besides I had to distract you. If we hadn’t made this deal or if your attention wasn't on something else. You would have activated the bomb,” Hyun heaves a dry chuckle at your truthful explanation.

“Ya really are something you know that?”  

“I’ve been told that,” You chuckled softly, before asking the question that had been bothering you, “But, all that aside. Aren’t you worried about the Yeong’s coming after you for making a deal with the enemy?”

“This kinda stuff happens an awful lot in this world. Besides, soon enough, I don’t think anyone will have to worry about the Yeongs” He chuckles, sauntering past you, disappearing into the woods. What? Didn’t have to worry about the Yeongs? What did he mean by that? This wasn’t the time for that, you needed to regroup with the others, you shook your head back into focus.

“Should we head down there from here, or…?” Jeongguk steps forward from behind the large tree.

“Let’s head down from here, then you can ride with us to your car,” Giving him a soft smile, you start your trek down the hill.

Jimin and the others weren’t far from your position, so the downhill climb was completed rather quickly. Though you were slightly out of breath as you emerged from the forest. Unlike Jeongguk who not only seemed right as rain but also sped towards his hyungs. ‘Kids these days have so much energy’  

“I didn’t realize your plan involved a nature hike,” Jimin says with the most amused eyes. You could hear the smirk in his voice.

“I didn’t realize my plan involved a nature hike either,” You return, not particularly happy about the comment, and he chuckles at your out of shape self. Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jeongguk laughing along.

“What are you laughing at, brat? I just saved your life. Actually, I saved all our lives,” You accusingly point your index finger to the still chuckling Taehyung.  

“Wait, but how did you find Hyun?” Taehyung inquires as he looks to you with a puzzled expression. Jimin’s eyes seemed to ask the same question.

“It was Shelty! It was obvious that someone in this trade would carry a gun, so (Y/n) had Shelty track the scent of gunpowder. She sniffed out Hyun Joo in minutes. You shoulda seen her! It was so cool!” Jeongguk praises the wolf-dog as he excitedly pets her.

“I must admit (Y/n), that was quite the plan. And I wanted to thank you for saving Taehyung,” Namjoon expresses his gratitude, as he pats your shoulder.  

You shook your head, honored by his gratitude but it wasn’t necessary. “You guys are like my colleagues now, so I was happy to. And I uh… I don’t about you, but I kinda see you guys as my friends,” You blinked at your own words. What a thing to say, friends with six high ranking mafiosos and the boss of the gang himself. You never imagined you’d ever be uttering those words.

“Doesn’t that make two?” Jeongguk asks, still playing with Shelty. All the men including you looked at him in question.

“What do you mean?” You head tilting unconsciously.

“First it was Jimin hyung and now Taehyung hyung, so that makes two of the seven original members of Bangtan you’ve saved,” He giggles as the wolf-dog half his size jumps on him, placing her paws on his shoulder.

“Huh? I guess it does, doesn’t it?” You thoughtfully look at the men, who were thinking the same as everyone bursts out laughing.

However, Jimin’s chuckle silences first as his expression turns grim. To do such a thing to one of his closest friends, there would be hell to pay. They would pay for what they had done, retaliation would be merciless.

You see his eyes darken with rage and contempt. Padding over to where he stood, you tenderly took his hand in yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze. His eyes meet yours before flickering to Namjoon. “Do you have it?” He questioned.

“We have what we need and we're ready to begin phase one,” Namjoon reports to Jimin, who nods in approval.

“We begin phase one as soon as we get back to the mansion,” He commands. Before you veto the command

“Well, that’s all well and good and all, but how about we actually get home, I treat Taehyung’s wounds, and we all have lunch before doing anything else?” You suggest, feeling the tingles of hunger in your tummy.

“Correction, we begin phase one as soon as (Y/n) has been fed,” Jimin sasses.

“That’s not what I一, I said we all should have lunch together. And you missed the part about treating Taehyung,” You hooted, not very pleased with the mockery.

“Alright, let’s go feed the beast” Jeongguk announced, making his way to the short limousine you arrived in. Shelty on his heel.

“Jeongguk!”

~

“Ji Young, I have a proposal for you,” You cross your right leg over your left as you sit before the bruised and bleeding prisoner. Leaning towards the restrained man, a foxy smile on your lips.

“Work for us,”  

[nightmaretyrantvantas]

When tensions break too often- a dark side au story

So I got my ideas back for some angst and some tension in this au, and I just couldnt resist writing it. Plus its a good way to warm me back up into doing things for this au.

This is also a bit of a deeper dive into the dynamics of darkside! Virgil and the other dark sides and how they all bounce and thrive off each other, as well a some backstory and peeks at the full effects of Deceit leaving( jealousy is with the dark sides but is only mentioned, he currently doesnt make much of an appearance in this one in particular, he gets his own angst later)

This was fun to write, not gonna lie. Its been awhile an this is gonna be long so buckle up with me

I also got alot of inspiration to finally write this out(and revise parts of it) due in part to @aimasup ‘s recent comics and writings about their kid sides(which I love, like alot alot and I hope they dont mind me getting super inspired by it!)

ships: Past prinxiety, past anxciet, implied intruxiety, implied intrulogical, implied intruloxiety, implied one sided remus x wrath, implied past demus, implied current roceit

Im putting a trigger warning here for cussing, fighting(verbal and physical), descriptions of panic attacks and emotional breakdowns, violence, gross and inappropriate language, some body horror descriptions, as well as implied unsympathetic sides(all sides are morally grey but the perspective is biased towards the dark sides as its seen from Wrath’s view- keep that in mind)

Things are about to get angsty my friends but i promise it ends happy(for once in this au)

I hope you guys enjoy

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Wrath Sanders had a lot more patience then almost everyone gave him credit for. Most considered him the biggest hothead there was, going off at the first irritation. But, the truth was he was eerily patient...Sure he may simmer and seethe and hold onto things in unhealthy grudges, but he never lost his cool as often as some would want you to believe.

Wrath Sanders kept his cool during many things, even if that was the last thing he wanted to do.

He had sat back through many things, biting his tongue to hold back the venom and yelling and grinding his teeth together in anger and forced himself to sit through many many things that happened around him out of respect- out of a deep fucking respect- for Virgil’s Fear’s Anxiety’s authority. Instead, he watched shit go down over and over again and held himself back from reacting towards the problem, focusing his energy on the recovery. 

But, the most recent event was his last fucking straw.

It had happened seemingly out of nowhere, Wrath had been slumped down on their shitty lumpy couch boredly watching some dumb movie. It was getting later in the night, around 10 maybe 11 and he had one of Remus’s crappy beers partially drank in his hand. He was just getting up to change the movie or turn it off all together when the whole house seemed to shift violently, the walls seeming to tremble. There was a moment of confusion before he heard it.

“ Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” 

His whole body jolted to its feet unsteadily as the sound of Anxiety’s pain wreaked scream filled the house to an almost deafening volume as it distorted and deepened. His body moved before his mind, lurching over the couch and running for the source of the scream as another one wailed out even louder than the first, the sound muffling the breaking bottle and violently shaking the walls with their reverb. He heard other sounds too underneath, glass shattering heavy objects banging and wood splintering, wallpaper shredding. A third screech rang out, cutting itself in half with echoing high pitched sobs. 

He hadnt been the first to make it to his room.

Wrath watched as he turned the corner in time to see Remus destroy Anxiety’s door with his morning star, a wild and desperately freaked out look to his glowing eyes as wood splintered and gave out under the weapon, some sending cuts into his cheeks. The creative side was then out of sight in a flash, forcing his way into the room yelling as to be heard over the screams.

Remembering the pain, the fear the absolute panic in Remus’s normally confident voice sent a deeper chill down his spine than the screams had.

“ Virgy??!! Fuck fuck fuck fUCK!! Virgy no no! Its me dammit!! Fuck FUCK FUCK!! No no NO! Virgy virgy virgy storm cloud creepy cryptid no no nnonononono look at me no no look at me cmon honey look at me not those at me. me me me me..” His voice continued, shaky and softening as the screams faded into heart wrenching sobs and high pitched hyperventilating gasps. Remus continued to speak, morning star thudding against carpet and a softer thud sounding.

“ Hey hey hey hey hey hey...hey hey hey I got you I got you I’m here im still here....i’m always here for ya honey...I got you now I got you see? Yeah yeah thats me....just focus on me....cmon cmon stormy cant pass out on me now...follow my breathing lets breathe together...in...out...in out...now....tell me five things you can see....cmon honey you got this just look up im here right here...” 

The sight through the broken door haunted him, made his chest throb hard and bile burn his throat. 

The bedroom before him was completely trashed. It was as if something feral and destructive had ripped it from its very foundation. Every piece of furniture, big or small, was broken and smashed apart, the anxious side’s bed and couch ripped into multiple pieces. Every shelf  or flat surface had faced an even worse fate, thrown around and shattered into various pieces that had been strewn around the room along with glass fragments from anything unfortunate enough to have been made of glass. Papers and books were severed and torn apart viciously, and the wallpaper was slashed in huge wide cute, some of the slashes cutting deep into the wall underneath. And in the middle of the disaster was Remus and Anxiety. Long, protruding limb like dark shapes sprouted from the purple side’s back, twitching and trembling with adrenaline along with his heaving, hunched over shaking form. Remus was there in front of him, knelt down to the balled up figure and slowly but surely coaxing him up enough to pull him into his arms and rock him back and forth as he kept speaking to him. It took Wrath a few seconds of his vision adjusting to the room’s darkness to realize Remus had more cuts on him, and why.

Strings.

Millions of purple tinted, tautly pulled strings, like a tightly woven and intricate sickening spider web filled the room from top to bottom as if trying to shield the two in its depths. He could see parts of them hanging limp, likely from Remus forcing his way through to the other. He watched in a horrified shock as Anxiety’s body lurched and jerked with his piercing sobs, hand harshly digging into his scalp through his hood and shadowy claws threatening to rip said hood open. He could see many of the strings connected directly to various parts of his body and to the eight extra things on his back and it made him shudder. The room radiated a sort of fear and panic that was infectious, suffocating even. But he refused to leave the doorway and abandon the two there, in that too dense darkness. 

He watched Remus manage to gather up the shorter side into his chest and rock him more, practically curling into a ball over him. He was still talking, his voice softening to the point he couldnt make it out anymore from the door. But he could see his expression. God his expression mightve been what pushed him past his bullshit accepting limit.

Remus’s face was grim, any traces of his grins and normal attitude gone. His eyes were glowing in a dark, dangerously violent fury but the way they stayed trained on Anxiety kept them, for the time being at least, soft and remorseful. There was so much pain there in that focused gaze, pain regret sorrow a disturbing amount of fear and understanding. His mouth moved with words not meant for Wrath to hear, soft gentle coos and reassurances too intimate to be heard by anyone else but the one trembling harshly in his strong arms. Brows furrowed and it made Wrath feel even colder to realize his hands, hands that were holding the other up and petting his hair through that black hood and rubbing between the spidery appendages, were trembling. 

Remus was trembling.

After awhile the strings seem to fade away into nothing, those shadowy limbs following them scarily slow. Once that happened and the worst of the darkeness seemed to dissipate was when Wrath dared to take a few stiff steps into the room, debris crunching too loudly under his boots. He saw Remus stiffen and his eyes flicker up like a cornered, ready to attack animal before relaxing, glow never leaving.

“ W...wh..r...R-remus...” 

“ Des...Dessy brat...h-hey spitfire do me a solid and go open my door ok? Dont worry itll lead to my bedroom...just...go open it for me...will you...?” Wrath’s voice failed him after that and he nodded, backing out of that suffocation and away into the brighter lit hall rushing from the room to push open the dark stained door further down. He turned around to go back, to try to help somehow...anyway he could, when he watched Remus instead picking his way out of the mess and into the hall, their leader cradled in his arms limply like a small sleeping child. Not a sound came from either of them as he stalked through the hall and into his room, a single nod dismissing Wrath before the door swung shut in front of him...

That was where he was drawing a line. Enough had been enough.

Wrath had sat back through many things, too many fucking things than he should have. He held back his doubts when Virgil and Roman had first started seeing each other when they were younger and dumber, had held himself and barely held Remus back from mauling the so called “good” creativity when things had gone awry and he had broken Virgil’s heart and left him in bitter, resentful pieces for them to pick up and help mend back together. He held back every time Thomas had, intentionally or unintentionally, slighted and undermined their jobs as a part of him, of their importance, of Virgil’s and Remus’s importance to him. He had sat back through the aftermath of ever fight with the “light” sides and with thomas, through every dismissal and banishment and arguement and accusation. He had helped and been there through countless sleepless nights and previous breakdowns and panic attacks between all four three of them, and he had been here, had been forced not to retaliate as per Virgil’s simple request.

“ Dont Des....dont go after them...Im forbidding it got it? Dont do it. it isnt going to be worth it...please...” 

It had always been the please, soft and defeated that made him obey. Not the angry snaps and lashing out, not the cruel words and push and shove they all did for so long, but the plea in that word...the vulnerability it revealed. 

He had sat through Deceit’s slow distancing from the rest of them...and his eventually leaving them for the light sides and the ensuing pain and breakdown that his leaving left behind.

It had splintered them, had struck both Virgil and Remus harder and more painfully than either side would verbally admit. Wrath had been forced to do nothing but helplessly watch it break them and break himself too, and try to clean up the aftermath best he could.

But this breakdown, seeing the side that had always stubbornly refused to buckle or back down reduced to a screaming sobbing wreck on the floor, seeing the other side he had always seen be nothing but strong and indifferent to everything thrown with a grin shaking in fear and softly pleading was too much.

He had stayed down, seething, resentment festering for years. too many years without an outlet.

He remembered the hand that had been held out to him all those years ago. Remembered coming along a little bit before Deceit ever did...and looking up from where he was angrily crying on the floor to see two figures before him. One was shorter, with two sets of brightly glowing purple and green eyes and a big black hoodie that was too big for him and messy hair that fell into his face. Behind him was someone much taller, with wild hair and a single streak of white in it, eyes feral and gleeful i a way that made him tense and made him mad through his tears. He was dressed extravagantly, like a prince or even a king grinning unnaturally wide. But his focus narrowed on the purple one, whose dark claw tipped hand stretched out in front of him in an offering. When Anger had put his head back in his knees to cry more he felt an arm drape over him. His head snapped up and he saw the princely one next to him with a softer expression, hand rubbing his back a little.

“ Hey....hey its ok Anger. Whatcha crying for? You did your job! Pretty damn well too! You were amazing the way you had Thomas screaming at that bully!” A clawed hand smacked him making him yelp and he looked in front of him to see Fear knelt in front of him with a look of understanding, a bitter smile on his face.

“ He’s right you know? You were only doing your job...you didnt realize how out of hand things would spiral and thats ok. How they reacted isnt your fault...” 

They offered him a place to go, a place to thrive. Screw the others that refused to understand and stay with them. And Fear led them both deeper down the halls by the hand, making sure he didnt get lost

He was done standing down.

Someone needed to pay. 

~ ~ ~

If he was honest, Wrath wasnt sure how long he sat outside the intrusive side’s shut door, sitting slumped against the opposing wall in a thick, deafening silence. It mustve been long enough for him to drift into an uneasy, restless sleep. His dreams filled up with memories of younger years, of pranks and scuffles and violent roughhousing the three of them got up to being on their own, of Remus making meals and running around frantic to keep both Anger and Fear from accidentally killing themselves or each other on something. Of Deceit hazily joining their trio, hesitant and quiet but able to snap back just as viciously and able to rough house back just as good as the rest of them after awhile. Of days filled with shrieks, squeals, bickering and shrilly laughter, of restless nights where they all broke into Remus’s room and dog piled on his bed to sleep. Of slowly growing up and watching Virgil come out of his quiet observance and transition from Fear to Anxiety and taking charge as a leader among them, of Remus stepping back and letting him with full confidence as his right hand and partner in crime in most cases. Of seeing Deceit come out of his terrified shell and blossom into a belovedly bitchy and...supposedly self assured side...of Virgil’s echoing screams that seem to reverberate through his very core...

He jolted awake at the sound of a door creaking, and sluggishly lifted his head to see a pair of familiar scuffled riding boots, laces fraying if you looked close enough. He lifted his gaze higher and soon locked onto tired green eyes that were dark and dull from exhaustion. Lifeless was a term he could describe those eyes with and that fact made him briefly queasy and cold. He looked tired, so very tired, and older. He was older than them both....but right now he looked much older than he was...There was a silence between them for a few moments that allowed Wrath to rouse himself up a little more.

“ Dessy....for all thats unholy...what’re you still doin out here dumbass? Did you stay there all night?” 

‘Dessy’...‘ Des’ the nickname eased some of his shot nerves. Ever since they were kids they had joked that his name shouldve been “ Despair” instead of “ Daniel Williams” because of his very present pessimism and negative outlook. And soon it became so much more fitting that his nickname became “ Des” short for despair...or in Remus’s case “ Dessy” as he oh so enjoyed calling him. The annoying nickname was familiar though, and it helped him relax enough to speak. His voice was rough and awkwardly quiet in the small hallway, as if he’d been the one screaming. 

“ I....wanted to make sure he’d be ok...” He trailed off, voice faltering with a clear shake. It sounded pathetic and weak to him. 

But maybe, just this once pathetic and weak wasnt a bad thing. Because at the sound of his voice, and his dumb reason, Wrath saw some life flicker back into the older side’s eyes, some of their glow returning. Remus let out a tired, exasperated sigh and gave him a small sad smile, his expression softened into something sorrowful yet fond. That fondness, that softness sent warm tingling butterflies fluttering through his chest like it always did despite the grim circumstances. Remus let out a strained chuckle and shook his head, pulling his door shut with a quiet click.

“ He’s asleep now ya little Tasmanian devil...let him rest and we’ll check on him in a bit...now cmon, lets go make some breakfast and watch some movies or something....lets go up up.” With a grunt Des allowed himself to be heaved up by the armpits to his feet and didnt protest Remus wrapping an arm around him and guiding him down to the living room. He didnt want to see that pained exhaustion on his face...he needed to do something

and had a problem he was finally going to get rid of. 

“ No Des you cant.” 

There was that feeling as familiar to him as breathing bubbling in his chest, that hot smoldering feeling of anger or irritation igniting. It flushed out the cold he had been feeling in an unpleasant way but he ignored that part, pressing his palms flat on the table with a bit of force as he narrowed his orange eyes at the one across from him. He felt something like acid stinging his mouth and begging to be spilled free but he did as he usually did and grit his teeth to hold the worst of it at bay. Pushing it down. Holding back again.

“ Not again Remus. I refuse to just fucking sit back and do nothing again. They need to be taught a lesson! This is all their fault- all his fault--”

“ Even if it is so fucking what?! You blindly lashing out at them is only going to make things worse I can promise you that--”

“ Like hell it will!! They act like they can just walk all over us and treat us like fucking trash and cause things like last night and you think im lashing out blindly when--”

“ --When youre temper is as violent as a fucking feral mongoose--” “ Dont call me a fucking mongoose beetlejuice reject!!” “ Oh shut up and sit back down you twerp!!” 

They went back and forth across the table, both their tempers and volumes raising as they fought. That bubbling feeling was twisting into a boiling, growing burning that began filling his chest and core. Why was Remus not agreeing with him for fucks sake--

His vision started tinging red.

“ Look brat you think I fucking like this?! You think im not pissed the fuck off?! Because I am! I’m beyond pissed off about this!! About the fact I know exact who and what caused Virgy’s breakdown and about the fact it happened at all!! I fucking get it!! But even I know you shouldnt just storm in there to take off trying to take off their fucking heads when youre too upset! Youre not thinking clearly enough for that kind of confrontation dammit im trying to protect you in this too!!” Remus’s words were loud, ruthless, and hard hitting. There were angry and forceful and made sense.

Plenty of sense. 

And somehow that made him even angrier.

“ Oh? Ooooh! I get it, I fucking get it! Now that youve been sweetening up fucking logic youre suddenly the first to fucking defend them hurting our fucking best friend--”

“--oh for fucks sake bitch Logan has nothing to fucking do with this!! Im not fucking defending them either!! I swear to god im just trying to--” “ --to what huh?! Keep on his good side so you can get in his fucking pants?! Or so you can fucking push it aside and laugh about it later like one of them?!--” “ Goddammit you fucking stubborn brat you dont know what youre even talking about--” “ I dont know what im talking about?! I DONT KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT?!?!” His voice rose much louder, his own trembling distortion coming out and getting spat at the side who had helped fucking raise him like venom.

“ I dont know what im talking about?!!  You mean like how I NEVER seem to know what the fuck im talking about?! Like how Virgil  never knows what hes talking about or how you never seem to know what youre fucking talking about when your talking to them?! God now youre even starting to sound like those pretentious bastards!! Dont know what im talking about?! What part do I not know what im talking about Intrusive Thoughts?! huh??!!” His breath was coming out in ragged, squeaking pants as his eyes began to burn “Which fucking part do I not fucking know?! The part where ive had to sit back and bottle up my rage at being pushed aside and degraded and judged and dismissed or having to sit back for fucking years and watch you and virgil get hurt and hurt and ignored and dismissed and talked down and insulted and broken and having to swallow my protests of it?! Or of knowing last night fucking happened because Deceit decided to fully live up to his fucking name and abandoned us for those bastards and left us alone without a second thought and got away with it?! Or the fucking fact youre too busy trying to bone down logic to even fucking care--!!” 

Smack!

It came so fast he hadnt had time to prepare for it before his head was snapped to the side and pain exploding in his face, on the cheek near the jaw in particular as he staggered to the ground a good foot and his eyes eerily slow dragged themselves from looking at the kitchen cabinets to Remus, who still had his fist outstretched near where it had collided with his face, his chest heaving almost like his own was, eyes wild and just as angry before a flash of realization went through them.

“ ....Des....fuck...i...you...” Nothing too coherent came babbling out Remus’s mouth, he was still way too hoped up on anger fueled adrenaline. His fist was starting to tremble and Wrath watched his pupils dilate a few times in his attempt to calm down.

And then there was something like an explosion as that burning feeling warped into a raging fire and Wrath let out a infuriated, inhuman shriek and lunged for Remus with a full intent to rip out his stupid fucking throat as his rage consumed him.

The two fighting sides went crashing into the living room loudly nearly knocking over the couch in their wake, both of them screaming and Wrath inhumanly screeching in an almost reptilian manner as he clawed and punched wherever he could reach. Remus wasnt just lying down and taking it either, yelling in loud angry spats of soon unraveling nonsense as he fought back mercilessly, throwing the other into walls, into furniture, throwing punches and kicks of his own. But nothing seemed to slow the orange side down and he struck back with slowly growing claws and fangs and something sharp growing out of his hair, angry tears burning his eyes and his voice too warbled and distorted to even be understood anymore, both their forms twitching and subtly shifting and glowing as they tried to rip each other to shreds, things fluid dripping and twisting lashing out from Remus’s back. Remus was stronger, he always had been, but Wrath had a seemingly endless stream of fury and adrenaline that kept him getting back up and charging in for more, the room being wrecked between them. Maybe things would have gone too far if it hadnt been brought to a hard, screeching halt.

By the time they could both blink they were ripped away from each other, both now uselessly struggling as they were entangled in roughly restraining strings that glowed a eye straining, furious purple color and seemed to tighten and wrap around them more the more they fought and struggled for freedom. Their indecipherable words and incoherent screams where just as ruthlessly cut short as strings wrapped warningly around their throats, not tight enough to actually choke or hurt them, but firm enough to be very present and felt, their voices being quite literally silenced the moment it touched looped once and touched the spot over their vocal cords. There was a horrifically tense silence as their mouths moved in spat insults and screams that never made a sound.

“......that....that is enough out of both of you.”  

Virgil’s voice cut through the room like a cleaver, the tone dead, cold, and just as pissed off as they were. At first they couldnt see him, manic eyes darting around until Wrath saw the Duke’s eyes trained on top of the stairs near the hallway, pupils down to small pinpricks. When he glared over in that direction he fully understood and felt all that anger draining and quickly turning into a queasy, cold dread that made him want to cower.

That radiation of fury, or bone chilling fear and a kind of suffocating anxiety that made it hard to breathe and a panic that made them both feel like they were perpetually falling and simultaneously drowning swept over the living room like a flood, the corners and ceilings slowly developing intricate pulsing webs or strings that seem to absorb the rooms light as Virgil stepped, no, half crawled down the stairs and into view. Both sets of eyes were visibly, the whites dyed a void like inky black where his brightly burning purple and green irises cut into them coldly. Something sharp and gleaming poked from his scowl and revealed themselves as fangs as his snarl curled his lips. His hood was up hiding most of his pale skin but couldnt hide the flecks and scatterings of void like, inky and purple spots dusting parts of his slowly purple tinging skin. His hands, snapping out from his sleeves to grip the stair railing were fully blotched in that void, fingers curling into razor sharp claws that strings hung stickily too. The eight dark appendages, opaque and gangly half carried him down faster than usual, the ends digging into the carpet as if for stability. A shrill hiss whistled through Anxiety’s teeth and the panic inducing feeling of being stared at at being excruciatingly examined came from every corner, growing worse and worse as he stalked closer with silent movements. 

“ What....the actual fuck are you two doing.” The words with sharp edged and cold, tone flat and tired. They both just stared helplessly, unable to move or speak and both beginning to mindlessly panic. Virgil blinked and a gust of air like an exhale swepted through the room and....left no traces of those fearful horrified feelings in its wake. Both of their feet thudded mutedly against the carpeted floor as the strings released them and retreated back into nothing, disappearing from all around them as if they had never been there to begin with...the room never dimmer than it had started in the morning light and the three of them stood there in silence. Any hints of inhumanity were gone from Anxiety’s form, leaving his two still glowing eyes losing their luster and leaving dull annoyance behind, no fangs, no extra limbs, no claws, no void dotting his skin. When he spoke he took a slow breath, as if unable to breathe just like them.

“....I...I mean it you two...what. the actual fuck did you two wake me up with.” Even his voice had returned to normal, if not for a bit shaky and hoarse from last nights screaming. Wrath saw his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was tinged with blotchy pink and was puffy from crying and something clenched in his chest, thudding hard. He looked at Remus, who was panting from lack of breath, eyes dull and exhausted and pain filled again, injuries from their fight blaring from the blood decorating his body and clothes.

He had done that....he’d lost control again...

“ Im dont want to repeat myself a third fucking time. What the fuck did you--” 

“ I...This is my fault I started it...” Both of them looked at him, gazes drilling into him. But he let his head drop as shame took over, choking him a little. This was his family and they were already hurting and look what he’d done-

“Oh piss off Dessperato. It aint only your fault I fucked up too. Look virgy we were both tired and coming off that dumb worry adrenaline shit and we started arguing...and we got waaaaaay too heated and decided to beat the living shit out of each other...sorry we woke you you were suppose to sleep later.” Virgil let out a sigh and rubbed his temples, pulling off his hood and shaking out his messy bedhead. 

“ Is that all that happened? Im not deaf and the doors arent sound blockers...” “ Then why are you asking.” Virgil and Remus as a bit of a stare off before finally, for the first time that morning all the life slowly returned to his eyes and he gave a toothy, blood streaked grin and started to laugh. The other two looked at him like he had fully lost it. Then Virgil’s lips twitched up and Des rolled his eyes and failed to stop the grin spreading across his face or the chuckles that he managed to choke out. Within a few minutes all three of them were laughing on the messy living room floor  half sprawled over each other and Jealously bemusedly deciding they werent capable of making breakfast and making it for them all instead. Des watched half delerious from his exhaustion as Remus cackled and kicked his leg, just to laugh more when he kicked back.

“ I swear to god no more violence out of you two or I swear I’ll...” Remus let out a snort and gripped the other’s chin between his fingers sensually tugging their faces closer with a smug grin

“ You’ll what Hot Topic? Lock me in the closet again? Or send me reeling with nightmares and hallucinations~ Oh please virgy baby I dare you too~” His tone was light and suggestive, quirking his eyebrows up teasingly for added effect. Virgil snorted and and grinned back leaning close as well.

“ Oh dont start teeempting me with those sweet talkins about hallucinations dr. Hideous~ I might just take you up on that...” Then he flicked his nose and shove him away, both of them laughing. Des was about to try to give them the time to themselves when Remus yanked him between them waggling his finger disapprovingly, making him whack the other’s shoulder with a affectionate “ fuck RIGHT off” and for awhile, in that growing morning light, things felt ok. 

It had taken alot of talking, and another arguement almost breaking out between himself and virgil to convince him to back down from confronting the light sides violently. Virgil brought a surprising amount of identical points to remus, while also reminding him that reacting to violently will only make them ignore and dismiss him further. Des was very reluctant, and stubborn, but ultimately he trusted Virgil’s and Remus’s judgement. He trusted Virgil’s reasoning and that he was looking out for him- protecting him. So when he asked him, softly, to refrain from trying to handle it on my own and let him deal with it Des had agreed, obeying his request.

And then a real tipping point pushed him back over the edge.

It was a few weeks later. He remembered distinctly because the mindscape was abuzz with excitement, even the dark sides were effected by Thomas’s unbridled joy. But Virgil had said he was getting a bad feeling...and headed off to the main part of the mindscape that morning. Things were quiet after, calm even. At some point him and Remus had started playing cards, though Remus was blatantly cheating and they were bickering.

Things were fine...things were calm...

Then Virgil crashing into the living room breathing harshly and in the midst of a bad panic attack. 

They both jumped up and Remus caught the other in his arms, trying to calm him down and figure out what happened. It took a long time and for awhile they only got bits and pieces out

Thomas

A callback, a big important one he and Roman were thrilled for

Patton, something with both Patton and Deceit

Neither of them agreeing but both of them fighting Virgil

some kind of important friend event on the same day

they had argued, they had fought, there had been yelling by the climax of it

Him and Roman went at each others throat despite the fact he had been trying to help roman’s cause

Deceit fought him alot too, trying to cut him off at every chance in a form of fear response, out of defense

Him and patton argued and fought badly for the first time since Thomas’s last breakup

He thought logan would try to see his side and be a neutral party

Logan was getting tug of warred into agreeing to arguments to push him out

They kept trying to shut him down and dismiss him, they stopped listening fairly

Virgil had to pull out a form shift in front of thomas

He had to use his influences and fear to get them to stop talking over him and twisting his words

it only made things worse, and arguments harsher

They rejected him and his attempts to help more

He started having a panic attack mid argument

He thought logan and patton tried to help but they were getting drowned out by Roman and Dee

There was so much yelling, things that should never be said got thrown

They told Virgil he never does anything but make Thomas worse

Thomas finally nearly screamed for them all to stop and half asked half pleaded for Virgil to just leave until everyone calmed down

He lashed out and hit someone, he wasnt even sure who before he fled, not hearing them yell after him. It mightve been patton, or thomas, or maybe logan

And then his panic attack got worse and neither of them could get another understandable word from him. 

In the end Remus eventually got him called down, after a good couple hours of trying, and it took everything in Wrath not to scream and destroy the room.

All Virgil did was try to help, and look what their....their bullshit left him. He was beyond seething at this point, he was fuming he was downright practically breathing fire and shaking from the effort to keep himself still. Remus gave him a cautious warning look, as if he was sizing up one of his many monsters in the imagination and debating if it would kill him or not and Virgil lifted his head to choke out for him to stand down, and to not do anything. Wrath had nodded silently and waited, watching Remus help him upstairs to his room to grab his headphones, and hopefully calm down more. Once they were out of sight he made a decision. He knew the consequences of it, knew theyd both be furious and Virgil would make hell for him for it. But none of that mattered to him

For the first time in many many years...he disobeyed Anxiety’s direct request.

It took a few days to find an opening, but once he saw one he took it, rising up in the big main living room, unknowingly in the middle of a video brainstorm.

Wrath always seemed to appear near the couch, between Roman and Thomas. Just seeing them made his blood boil more than it had been.

It was easy to say he scared the shit out of most of them by just appearing, his entire presence sucking the air from the room and making it hot and tense, a cracked dam waiting to break. Itd been months since he’d seen them face to face, and for a moment his senses got overwhelmed by everything.

But he let that fuel his anger further and he growled for them to fess up. Which one had said it. Roman had of course jumped to the defensive of his friends and that was all Wrath needed.

He lost it, pointing and yelling and accusing Roman. Blaming him for it. Roman didnt back down and fought back, and the fight only seemed to worsen. The others tried to interject, and maybe if Wrath’s vision hadnt been blood red from his fury he wouldve seen they were trying to diffuse the situation and calm things down, talk things out. But he ignored that, whipping around and lashing out at them too

“ Wrath you need to step back and take a deep breath! Youre getting irrational!”

“ Wrath kiddo please we dont have to yell and scream about this Logan’s right lets all take a deep breath ok?”

“ Like hell! Im not going to just let him force his way in here and yell and scream and pretend its ok and we can talk!”

“ Roman please!” “ro stop getting angry back is just making all of it worse the others are right we need to be calm or we’ll never get through to him.”

That voice. Silken and soaked with caution. He whirled around on Deceit and snarled pinning him to the wall without thinking.

“ This is all your fucking fault! Youre the reason they keeping hurting and virgil has breakdowns that put him out of commission for days!! Youre part of the reason Remus locks himself away beating himself up. they trusted you!! We all trusted you and you decided to fuck us over and throw us out like trash!! Was it worth it?!?! Was being here worth breaking the people you grew up with you and loved you?! Well?!” There was yelling around them, and he thought briefly he heard Remus’s and Virgil’s voices behind him as well. But now all that anger, that pushed down bitterness and resentment finally had a target and he couldnt focus on anything else. He didnt even heard Deceits struggling answer as he tried to claw him off, his different eyes wide and his mouth moving in words that werent registering.

“ -youre right ok?! Fuck youre not right at all--fuck fuck I get it youre angry and I fucked up with this, this isnt my fault and I havent been trying to figure out ways to fix it! I totally havent been beating myself up for what happened a few days ago with virgil and I dont regret it ok--” THe words blended together in his head, there were hands on his shoulders ripping him away the the freaked out snake and shoving him into the couch. He snarled but froze when he realized He was staring at the very formal business end of Remus’s morning star, inched from his nose and Remus standing over him with a dark look over his face...dark and upset The red faded from his vision and he blinked rapidly, eyes burning again and jaw aching from how hard he’d been clenching it or from yelling he honestly couldnt even tell anymore. From behind Remus stood both Logan and Virgil, side by side speaking in rapid low voices he couldnt decipher. Behind them he caught of glimpse of Roman and Patton both kneeling on the floor, fretting over a still freaked out Deceit as Jealously offered to help him up. Wrath was struggling to breathe, his body twitching and shaky from the quickly fading adrenaline. Soon he was left feeling cold and sick of himself, staring at Remus with just as wide and wild eyes. 

“ Easy....easy spitfire....youre...just breathe for me ok?” He couldnt even nod, he couldnt move. He vageuely noticed Virgil and Logan both looking at him before the morning star was gone and Logan was in front of him, hands palm up in a non-threatening manner. 

“ Wrath can you hear me? Good...just listen to my voice...I need you to name me five things you can see.” He blinked rapidly and barely heard Remus’s and Virgil’s murmurs of reassurance. Or maybe Virgil’s was more quiet talking, as he was standing at Patton’ side  like the normally bubbly side’s shadow. 

“u...uuh....y..youre tie...r-remus’s outfit....the stairs...the others...and the Roman’s s-sword...” Logan gave a nod, slowly kneeling in front of him with a calm, leveled expression that helped him focus more.

“ Good, now four things you can touch. Take your time Wrath.” He flexed his fingers, more of a twitch really as his breathing began to even out slowly. “ Um...My jacket...the couch...my jeans...uh...t..the carpet?” He nodded again through his faltered stammering as the deepness faded.

“ Three things you can hear?” He blinked again and listened for a moment.

“ .....your voice...Remus’s voice...the others...” “ Two things you can smell, remember take your time.” “ Bacon...from breakfast...and someones cologne..” A small smile came to his face as he adjusted his glasses in slow noticeable motions.

“ Just just 1 thing you can taste.” He managed to smack his lips once and his face screwed up at the taste lingering in his mouth.

“ ....acidic bile...” Both their brows furrowed a little but when Logan looked over his shoulder Remus shrugged at the silent question.

“Probably needs to puke Dr. Maywhoo.” Logan sighed at the nickname and turned back to him, holding up his hands a little.

“ Now, Wrath Id life for you to unclench your jaw, roll and relax your shoulders, loosen your posture if you can, uncurl your fingers and exhale please.” He blinked and slowly did as instructed, not realizing until then that he was wound up like a jack in the box. His jaw ached as he unclenched it and his shoulders slumped heavily as he relaxed, fingers sore from apparently being curled into firsts for so long, small red lines in his palms from his nails. He felt calmer, drained and upset, but calm. 

“ Logan, Remus.” He looked past them to see virgil standing up tall, if not awkwardly, besides Roman and watching them with a hard to read look.

“ I...think sitting down and calmly talking...is now long overdue.” 

~~~~~

Hours later Wrath Des found himself on the mindscapes main couch tiredly nestled besides a dozed off Jealousy Jacob and a cheerfully talking Patton. They had spent hours haphazardly strewn around the very room, just...talking and discussing and airing years worth of grievences. It wasnt easy, and things were no where near fixed or completely repaired. But, there were many small positive steps taken in that direction...and things were lighter and better as they stood at a better understanding of each other. Things werent perfect, and in the back of his mind he could list everything that could fuck up and send them back spiraling. Yet he didnt want to ruin what...whatever it was happening as dinner was cooked. Logan, Remus, and Virgil all sat together on the other side of the couch chatting among themselves and with Patton as they tried to decide on a movie and played candyland. In the kitchen he could hear Roman and Deceit cooking and giggling with each other, trying to outdo each other with some dumb food based pick up lines. But they sounded happy, so many it wasnt that dumb...Des watched them play candyland, staying relatively quiet aside from answering questions and jabs sent his way. It was comfortable and relaxed, and Des couldnt help but yawn. Without noticing , he ended up resting his head on Patton’s clearly unoccupied and underutilized shoulder as his eyes drooped shut. He felt Patton jump a little before slowly relaxing, and he didnt even need to open his eyes to flip Remus off as he let out an overly exaggerated coo at the motion letting himself relax. Patton smelled good he decided. Like fabric softener and baked goods and some kind of spice...Des also decided that the blurry sight of the trio next to them, with Remus’s legs draped across Logan and Virgil’s laps and one hand playing with Virgils messy hair as he sat on Logan’s right and Virgil contently and fully relaxed into Logan’s left side, head resting in the crook of his neck and his hand laced with the logical side’s unused hand as they played was also good. The sound of Jacobs soft snores was soothing and the joyful flirty voices in the kitchen blended into it well when combined with Pattons soft humming. If this was how things would be more often....he’d learn to add a little more patience to his supply of the stuff....

And maybe for once he didnt have to be negative, with no more tension for now to be broken.

The end.

 Ok holy shit its finally finished!! This was over 7k goddamn words of emotion and holy shit was it a rollercoaster to write

THis is what happened when I wake up before 5 in the morning after not being able to sleep much...I apparently bust out 15 whole pages worth of words

Now....to go do my chores real quick and go pass the fuck out for an hour or two of sleep

I hope you guys liked it!!!

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A Virulent Arrangement (Burton-schumacherverse Riddlebird fantasy au, fairy!Oswald, wizard!Ed)

Warnings: blood, pus, infection, magic necrosis, ingenuine fatphobic comments, amputation mentions, emetophobia tw

Ed’s mind was wandering as he explored the woods around his small cottage. He couldn’t remember what he’d set out for but he supposed it wasn’t urgent if he’d forgotten so quickly. He was just about to switch to walking in a different direction when he spotted a fox trying to get something out of a split at the base of a hollow tree.

The fox’s face couldn’t fit between the split but it was desperately trying to get something that had scurried into it. When the fox noticed Ed it scampered off, leaving it’s prey behind. Feeling a bit curious Ed walking over to the tree and crouched. He couldn’t see into the tree but he could reach his left hand into it. As he felt around he was starting to think the fox had been chasing nothing, he was only feeling dried up leaves under his fingers. However soon he brushed something soft. As he investigated further he could tell it was heavy like a small lump of clay not yet hardened. He was guessing it was some kind of harmless small chubby animal like a chipmunk or a hedgehog when he felt a sharp pain in the side of his hand. As he dragged his hand out of the tree the thing he’d felt and apparently angered was still attached. He could see now that it was a fairy but not like one he’d ever seen before. It’s wings were more like a birds, feathery and black, which wasn’t the strange part, Ed had seen fae with wings like that before. The strange thing was mostly the creature’s appearance, he was somehow both large and small for a fairy. Only about three inches tall but quite big around. His attire was odd too. Fairies usually had clothes very obviously comprised of the natural resources around them, leaves, silk from insects, small twigs and vines, that sort of thing. However the one attached to the side of Ed’s hand was in a white ruffled shirt under a rich purple frock coat with embroidered trim that looked to be real gold thread, black high waisted fall front trousers that went down to the knee meeting with white socks in black buckled shoes and his grey curls were tied back with a tiny purple ribbon. Ed had certainly never seen a fairy that wore shoes made of anything but leaves. The small creature was covered in dirt, soot, and bleeding from his head but he still looked to be a lot better off than Edward was. Ed was so distracted by the clothes he nearly didn’t notice the fairy’s hands, some of his fingers were fused together. Though the creature fascinated him Ed wanted to get this thing off as soon as possible however he didn’t want to injure him further.

As Ed entered his small cottage the fairy’s mouth was still firmly clamped onto his left hand. During the walk back home a greenish black substance had begun seeping from the fairy’s mouth. “That cannot be hygienic..” Ed mumbled, studying his hand. He went into one of the two rooms that made up his dwelling which was his kitchen, he used it more for spells and potions than food. He was going to try something he’d done once when a snake bit him and wouldn’t release. Ed put his incapacitated hand on a table along with the fairy and with his other shot ice water from one of his finger tips into the fairy’s face. That only seem to encourage the creature as he bit down harder. The ice water had worked quickly with the snake but Ed was only stumped for a moment before thinking of something else to try, he produced a flame on his finger and held it close to the fairy’s face. There was a moment of stubbornness before the creature let go and staggered backwards, falling over on his rear before fainting. Ed felt bad and extinguished his hand though his guilt was fleeting as he saw the bite on his hand, it already looked inflamed, seeping blood and covered in that black-green guck. He quickly got to cleaning and dressing the wound before coming back over to the unconscious fairy. He carefully turned him over, looking for anymore surface injuries. There were a few abrasions besides the one on his head but that one seemed to be the most serious, Ed would’ve dressed it if he had tools small enough. He found himself curiously checking the creature’s wings for injuries, wanting an excuse to study them. The right one appeared to be injured but not on the surface, it wouldn’t open all the way as if it’d been broken in the past and didn’t heal right. Ed carefully picked the fairy up and took him to his desk where he filled a hollowed out book with soft scraps of fabric and set the fairy in it, the poor thing did look exhausted Ed figured he should let him sleep for a while.

A few hours had passed and the fairy was finally stirring. Ed patiently waited for the tiny creature to wake up and see him. The fairy rubbed his eyes and stretched one of his wings, moving over to lean on the side of the book he was in, curiously surveying what Ed had set out on the desk. There was a bowl with warm water in it and a small rag set on the side. “I figured you might want a bath, I could clean those...strangely opulent clothes for you too.” Ed offered. The fairy looked distrustful but he got out of the book and waddled to the bowl anyways, testing the water with one of his flippers. He seemed to like the idea of a bath but then he glared at Ed who was still watching him. It only took a few seconds for Ed to figure out why. “Ah! I bet you want some privacy,” he was blushing as he clumsily set up a nearby book to act as a screen “sorry about that.” It wasn’t long before the tiny clothes were being tossed over the book. Ed carefully picked them up in order to go and clean them. As he picked up the coat he noticed more golden embroidery inside, it looked like a word but he couldn’t tell what it was. He grabbed a magnifying glass and inspected further, the tiny embroidery spelled out ‘Oswald’. Ed didn’t envy whoever had gone through the effort to put in such tiny details.

When Ed came back from setting the fairy apparently named Oswald’s clothes out to dry the small creature was out of the bath and wrapped in the small rag which was big enough for him to use as a sort of cloak, having completely wrapped himself in it, part of it forming a hood on his head. Ed brought over half of a bread roll on a small plate with a thimble full of milk, setting it down on the desk by Oswald “I thought you might be hungry.” Ed was apparently right as Oswald waddled over and immediately tucked into the bread. Ed was about to try and find something to get himself ready for sleep when he felt his injured hand throbbing, he supposed he should probably change the bandages before going to bed.

When Ed undid the bandaging on his hand he nearly screamed at what he saw, the site of the bite was now black and green, pus oozing from it. There were signs of early necrosis around the area too. Ed spent the next hour trying every spell and treatment he knew of as he wasn’t keen on the alternatives. None of them worked however, and not for lack of skill or ability. Ed sighed, he figured he would have to make an anti-venom himself but to do that he would have to provoke Oswald again which he wasn’t looking forward too. Ed wrapped his hand back up and headed back into the room where his bed and desk were, wanting to get some sleep before dealing with the problem quite literally at hand. As he glanced over to the desk he saw that Oswald had fallen asleep still curled up in the rag, most of the bread gone and the thimble empty. Ed found himself thinking that asleep and cozy in the candlelight, Oswald looked strangely...cute.

Ed woke up in a cold sweat and feeling miserable, he was running a fever from the infection in his hand. As he looked down he could see the discolouration had spread, his whole hand now had a grey tint to it, it was numb as well. He wasn’t happy about provoking Oswald for more venom but he supposed it had to be done and he should get it over with. He grabbed an empty vial and hid it in his good hand as he went over to his desk to sit. Oswald managed to get to the windowsill where Ed put his clothes the night prior by using a book as a ramp and had just finished getting dressed, his flippers doing up tiny buttons on his coat that Ed could never hope to manage. “So why don’t you fly?” Ed started. Oswald opened his right wing as far as it would go which wasn’t very far at all to show that he couldn’t. Ed pushed down the guilty feelings already rising up in him “Oh, come on. I know the real reason.” Oswald furrowed his brow and tilted his head. “You’re obviously too fat to fly.” Ed said, poking Oswald hard in the stomach. Oswald was now staring daggers into Ed. “And what’s with the clothes, are you someone’s little doll? No..you’re too ugly to be a doll, huh?” Oswald didn’t understand why Ed would be winding him up on purpose but it was working enough that he was quickly beginning not to care. “Oh no, I know what happened. You’re someone’s pet, aren’t you? They probably threw you out when they realized you’re more of an overfed pigeon than a fai-“ as Oswald launched at Ed’s hand, mouth open, Ed grabbed him and held his mouth over the vial so the venom could go in. Guilt was ripping at Ed’s heart as Oswald struggled against him, one wing flapping furiously, but it was worth not losing his hand. When Ed let go of Oswald he jumped back from the desk so Oswald couldn’t come at him again without falling and injuring himself. Oswald went to sulk in the hollowed out book, closing the top over himself.

Ed felt a weight lift off his shoulders as he finally got the anti-venom finished. When he unbandaged his hand and applied it the bite it immediately began returning to normal, it was still there but it didn’t look like death anymore. Feeling very relieved he came back into the room where his bed was. He thought about apologizing but he figured disturbing Oswald would only make him angrier so instead Ed decided to go wandering in the woods again for a while, maybe go into town for the rest of the day, to give Oswald some space.

As Ed woke up the next morning he was confused to feel that his hand was hurting again. When he held it in front of his face to look at it he jumped back, hitting his head on the wall behind his bed. “Ow...” Ed nursed the back of his head by rubbing in with his right hand as he stared at his left. It was black now and the discolouration had spread to his wrist. The bite was inflamed and the veins around in it were bright green, sprawling up his arm too. Usually Ed liked green but not when it was obviously signifying he was most likely going to have to have his hand amputated that very day. It was strange, dealing with himself should’ve been Ed’s first priority but he felt like he must apologize to Oswald immediately as it was now apparent he’d caused him so much distress for nothing. He felt a bit woozy as he got up but he marched over to his desk anyways. Oswald was currently rummaging through Ed’s things, he didn’t look up when Ed started talking. “I didn’t mean any of those things I said yesterday, I just needed you .to..so I could try to save my hand, you understand. But it obviously didn’t work so I apologize.” Oswald didn’t acknowledge Ed was even there and Ed figured he’d done too much damage, he was about to turn away to get dressed and find someone in town to chop his hand off when he was startled nearly out of his skin.

“I’m not a pet.” Oswald muttered.

Ed spun around “You can speak?!”

“And speak well at that..” Oswald was studying a dead beetle he’d uncovered “I’m not anyone’s pet, or a doll, or a pigeon!” He said angrily turning to Ed. “I know you aren’t, I’m sorry I said those things, I was only trying to make you angry.”

Oswald looked down pensively “The human that took care of me died in a fire, it sounded like you were taking jabs at him too, apologize for that as well!”

Ed’s face fell “Oh...I-I’m sorry, genuinely..truly, and my condolences..”

“I want to be taken to where his house was so I can try to recover some of my things from the wreckage. If I’m to stay with you I’ll need some of my own stuff, I doubt I can tolerate your tastes.” He said, looking around the messy room with disgust.

Ed paused “You want to stay?”

“Yes! That is what I just said..” Oswald folded his arms, annoyed.

“I- of course, I just figured you were so cross with me you would be leaving.”

“I am cross with you. You could’ve just asked me about your hand after you helped me I would’ve helped you in return.”

“How was I supposed to know that-“

“Shut up and let me see.” Oswald was gesturing for Ed to bring his hand over. He was hesitant at first but he figured the worst that could happen was he get bitten again. He put his hand on the desk and Oswald came over, surveying it for a moment, admiring his handiwork before generously undoing it by placing a gentle kiss on the bite wound. Ed watched in amazement as not only the discolouration and infection disappeared but the bite itself. “Thanks..” Ed whispered.

They’d been able to salvage more from Oswald’s old dwelling than he’d expected. There was a quite large iron bird cage that looked to have floors like a dollhouse, some of the furniture inside was singed but Ed figured he could make new stuff or repair what was inside. There was also a steel chest with Oswald’s clothes in it, which he was elated to find. Ed had uncovered the body of Oswald’s previous companion and buried him at the fairy’s request, giving him some much needed closure and making up for provoking him. It was now night once more and Ed was changing into his sleep clothes. He was about to get into bed when Oswald whistled at him from the desk. “Yes?” Ed asked. “My bed is burnt and that book is uncomfortable.” Oswald complained, he was now in a nightshirt as well that was of course befitted with many ruffles. It didn’t take Ed long to figure out that Oswald was asking to share his bed. He walked over and picked Oswald up bringing him over to the bed and setting him on a side of the pillow before he himself got in. He was just beginning to doze off when he felt something small and soft curl up in the crook of his neck. Maybe Oswald was just cold, Ed thought but as he felt vibrating on his shoulder and a weird noise filled his ear he realized Oswald was...purring. Ed hadn’t planned on keeping Oswald long term but now he couldn’t imagine doing anything different.

[mushyjellybeans]

Captivated 1 (Bucky Barnes)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x college!student!reader (Enemies to Lovers AU)

Summary: You’re studying to become a librarian, you love your life but you despise your brat of a roommate, and the feeling is mutual.

Warnings: Language, Bucky is a jerk, mentions of masturbation, Bucky gets lucky with a girl in his room, kinda smutty but sfw and a smidging of angst?

Word Count: 1,276

A/N: Ahhhh here is part 1/15 of my new WIP series!! It was given to me by @valkyriesryde and she’s been extremely helpful with her visions for this!! I hope I do this series some justice, thank you again babe for giving it to me <3 A/N #2: I just wanna make it clear that Bucky does not have his metal arm in this series.

Masterlist

Sitting snugly on your soft couch with your legs crisscrossed and your notepad resting on one of your legs, jotting down some ideas for your side hobby of fanfiction writing to do later. You had finished an assignment just an hour ago and now you couldn't wait to relax.

And you had to laugh at your luck. Your roommate was also home, sitting beside you slumped on his side of the couch, his left elbow resting on the arm of the couch and his legs swaying back and forth gazing at the TV in front of him and texting someone on his phone. He became bothersome and started flicking the pips from the apple he had just eaten at you, some getting caught in your hair.

"Would you stop that?!" You seethe, tossing a scrunched up piece of paper at your annoying roommate, the paper hitting him on the side of his head.

"Fuckin' make me ya useless shit." He spits back, deliberately swinging his arm so he could knock the pen out of your hand.

"You're the most incredibly irritating person on the fucking planet!" You spat back at him, leaning over to pick up your pen. 

"Ditto babe." he taunted, swaggering over to the refrigerator. You scowled at the pet name opting to not give him the fulfillment of him provoking you as he does daily.

You had to have been the most unfortunate person in the world. You were stuck with having the notorious ladies man known as James 'Bucky' Barnes as your roommate in your two-bedroom apartment in Brooklyn.

You would have happily settled for anyone but Bucky, even a person who wouldn't stop chatting would be favorable.

You were a college student and you wanted to become a librarian, and though it seemed easy enough, having these diplomas would help find you work a lot quicker and easier than without. The assignments and other things you had to do was insane but you knew it would be worth it in the end when you secure employment.

Bucky, on the other hand, was kinda lazy and sort of searching for a job. He had no such luck but you were convinced he wasn't actively looking for a job. He was too comfortable in his daily routine; which was often lazing on the couch watching a reality TV show with his hands shoved down the front of his pants. Something you often caught him doing, and he had no shame, he would continue pleasuring himself in front of you, and it disgusted you since he would intentionally touch you in some way with the same hand. 

As you probably guessed right now, you and Bucky did not get along. You detested each other. You had lost count how many arguments you had in a week, though your fights never turned physical, Bucky would never dream of hitting you physically, instead, he chose to hurt you mentally. You shouldn't be living together but neither of you was willing to move out.

"Who are ya writing about anyway? Some other poor bastard a fuckin' pathetic loser like you have no chance of getting?" Bucky snorted, pouring himself a drink on the kitchen island.

And this is what you meant with 'he chose to do it mentally', constantly reminding you of how worthless and useless you were to the world.

With a huff, you slammed your notebook shut and stood up. Flipping him off and going to your bedroom, before you shut your door you heard him bark out an obnoxious laugh, with a tut you slam the door harder than intended, shaking the doorframe slightly.

"Stop banging the fuckin' doors!" Bucky yells as you hear a glass of something being slammed down on a table in the living room.

Bucky slumped back down on the couch after you had left. A knock echoed through the apartment. 

"She chose a fuckin' good time to leave." he murmured under his breath, swinging the door open and there stood Dolores. 

"Hey there babe." he grinned, inviting her in for a warm hug. “Hey Bucky!” The lights bounced off her perfect white teeth. Bucky grinned, taking her hand in his and leading her to his bedroom. He had the perfect plan up his sleeve.

You chose to ignore the sounds in the living room and turned on your fairy lights that are dangling on the wall above your bed creating a warm cozy feeling, propping some cushions behind you and taking your phone off charge, dialing in your best friend's number. He picks up after a few rings.

"Hey, you!" He cheerfully says through the phone, a smile lighting up your dispirited mood.

"Hey, Sam! How's it going?" The two of you were close, like brother and sister. He understood your predicament with your roommate and he honestly never liked the guy either.

You and Sam would talk for hours, you're currently helping him get the girl of his dreams. He's been crushing on a girl in your class - Katherine - you think her name is, but Sam is shy and enlisted you to help him. It was a good distraction until you started hearing loud moans coming from Bucky's bedroom. 

"Oh, fucking great." you cursed out loud, banging your head against your wooden headboard. 

"What's wrong?" Sam asked, snapping out of his daydream of Katherine.

"My dumbass roommate is getting laid." 

You hear Sam laugh through the phone. "Just put some headphones on with some music, you're gonna be alright Y/N!" Sam continues laughing, knowing full well you haven't had a boyfriend in forever. 

You decide to take Sam's advice and hang up the phone. The moans getting louder and you believe Bucky is doing it on purpose. You also believe he's intentionally banging his bed against your wall to get a heated rise out of you. 

With a groan you put your headphones on and shuffle your playlist, turning it up on full volume, but even with the headphones you could still hear every little thing that was happening on the other side. You groaned in frustration, ripping your headphones out and instead sandwiching yourself between your pillows.

Bucky’s plan worked perfectly. The walls were thin and he could hear your continous groans on the other side, it only encouraged him further, biting down on Dolores neck to make her scream out in ectasy.

The next morning was quiet as you walked out of your bedroom in your robe, noticing the lack of appearance from your roommate immediately. He isn't seated where he normally is at this time of the morning.

You did hear Dolores and Bucky leave the apartment late last night after their 3 hour-long bedroom activities but even so, he was always back the next morning, and no matter how much he hated you, he did always prepare your favorite cereals.

"Bucky?" You called out, silently hoping he wasn’t here but also hoping he was, listening intently to any sounds of the mysteriously vanished roommate.

Your phone started to buzz in your robe pocket, you pulled it out and looked at the unknown number suspiciously.

"Hello?"

"Oh hi, is this Y/N Y/L/N?" A woman's voice asked on the other end. The fact she said your full name made you on edge.

"Uhh yeah, this is she. Who is this?" You take a seat on the chair behind you.

"I'm doctor Romanoff and I have a James Barnes in my ward. You were his emergency contact. I'm afraid to inform you, Miss, that Mr. Barnes was involved in a minor road traffic accident. He has broken his left arm and a couple of his ribs is broken. If you are visiting him I would be happy to go over everything else with you too."

You were too shocked to speak. So many things said at once, why were you, the one person Bucky couldn't stand breathing the same air around, was his emergency contact?

"Miss? Hello?" Doctor Romanoff spoke on the other end.

You cleared your throat before speaking.

"Uhhh.." Just as you started to speak, you heard a blood-curdling scream in the background. Doctor Romanoff quickly excused herself and hung up.

The call ended and you stared out in front of you. It was no question you had to go and see him.

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Demon Au

Part 1 Part 2!! 

One day, at the shrine, Bakugou asks Kirishima another question he’s been curious about for a long time. 

“Why do you act like a regular dog?” Kirishima answers truthfully, telling Bakugou he’s never met a regular dog before, he grew up in the mountains far from human civilization. Bakugou doesn’t believe him, so Kirishima reverses the question back at him, which Bakugou answers that he has yet met an actual fox before. 

Kirishima thinks it’s hilarious that they never met the animal of the shape they take. Bakugou listens to the dogs laugh, and he feels an unexplainable feeling of warmth wash over him. For the first time, Bakugou calls him by his first name, “Eijirou.”

Kirishima sits up alert, looking at Bakugou what seemed like fear in his eyes. He looked ready to bolt. Ready to run off as if he knew what Bakugou was going to ask, or was actually afraid of what Bakugou might say. 

Because of that Bakugou was afraid to say what he had in mind, afraid that the red-head was going to run off and he’ll never see him again. He spent years with Kirishima, not even a full 1% of his life that he’s lived. 

But something inside him is telling him to not let him go, to ask and for once, be happy with someone by his side. “Do you want to say here? With me?” Forever goes unsaid. 

Kirishima’s body immediately relaxes, but Bakugou is still tensed. “For as long as I can.” he agrees and smiles up at Bakugou, but the fox frowns, for as long as he can? What was that supposed to mean? 

A human is heard coming up to the torii, quickly Kirishima changes back to a dog, if a human knew that a demon was up here with their deity they would riot and try to kill or hire someone to kill Kirishima until their deity is free from it’s grip. 

If Kirishima were still human in front of the other humans, they would notice that he won’t age, not like them, and it would be the first sign that the red head isn’t human. 

Another years passes, and Kirishima looks back on it, he remembers the kappa that took a home in the sacred lake, and refused to leave and the time where Bakugou ate a really bad peach.

“That’s all you remember? The two least impressionable things that happened in that year.” 

“Yeah, those were the only two times I ever saw you look embarrassed!” 

The Kappa made a fool of Bakugou, the deity thought he could just remove the demon but was quickly proved wrong when he slipped into the pond, and when he threw up all that nasty acid all over himself. But it wasn’t because that happened that it embarrassed him, it was that Kirishima saw that happen to him, that made him embarrassed. Kirishima, out of everyone, was the one to see him like that. 

Kirishima stops laughing, leaning towards Bakugou’s space before the dog snaps his head back to the torii. He looks attentive, eyes scanning around, looking for some sort of...anything. But Bakugou doesn’t hear a thing nor does he see anything. 

Kirishima abruptly stands before Bakugou could grab on to him. “I’ll be back.” Kirishima says, jumping down to the ground, outside the shrine and running in all fours as a dog back out into the forest. 

Their hearing was on par, almost equal so Bakugou wonders what the demon heard that he couldn’t. He spends the rest of the day without Kirishima, he spends the rest of his time thinking that maybe Kirishima and him should climb up the mountain since it’s been a while since Bakugou has surveyed the mountains behind him. Maybe show Kirishima sight he enjoyed. 

Maybe he would even tell more about his life to Kirishima, telling him abou this and that, about what he saw on these mountains when he was just a kit. Check the old trees, pay a visit to an old shrine, a dead deity. Maybe he would see the tree guardians, have Kirishima chase those little leaf spirits around. Kirishima would love to meet them. 

And then maybe in the next decade he could introduce Kirishima to the nymphs who live near a river that was close to the sea it came from. they’ll love Kirishima, he could see it now. 

How the girls would flaunt for him, tease him, play with his hair. Maybe they’ll love the idiots smile more, play with him, and give him some scratches behind his year, the idiot would probably never leave with the amount of attention those ladies would give him. 

So it’s decided, Bakugou thinks, he’ll never take Kirishima there. At least not for another few decades. He can’t take the chance that Kirishima will leave him for a few extra pets. 

Wait.

Years? Decades? Centuries? Why was Bakugou planning his entire future with the demon? He did let Kirishima stay, but the idiot said...he said...

Fuck. “Fuck.” He curses again. He didn’t realize, he didn’t realize that Kirishima will, could, stay forever, didn’t realize that it meant that every waking minute of Bakugou’s remaining life will have red in them. 

He would die if he couldn’t see the red Kirishima brought into his life. 

Kirishima comes back home in his dog form, fur matted with mud, sticks and leaves attached and piece by piece fall. He looks happy though, but when he tries to take a step into the shrine Bakugou denies him. 

If Kirishima were to turn human, his clothes would get dirty too, the mud on his skin would stain it all and it would make such a bigger mess. 

Bakugou grabs by the scruff at the back of his neck and dumps into a warm, steaming bath. Of course Kirishima hates it, and tries to run out of the wooden tub, but Bakugou snatches his tail and drags him back in, pushing and pulling at his fur, diving his fingers into the fur to separate the mud from his fur. 

When Kirishima calms down from pretending not like being bathed, he turns into his human form while ripping away his clothing. He starts making up the stupidest jokes and telling the most ridiculous stories while Bakugou lathers up his hair with oils and shampoo. 

Bakugou doesn’t find humor in the small things like Kirishima does, but hearing the dog speak makes him smile. Listening to his deep, yet carefree voice, how it vibrates when he laughs, or how his shoulders moves under Bakugou’s touch. 

Its overwhelming him. Drowning him completely into something thick and warm, something that causes him to want, to want and want and want. He’s not afraid of what’s pulling him in, he wants to be drowned in it, and so he lays his head on Kirishima’s shoulder and he confesses. 

“I love you.” he tells him again and again. He wants to hold him for as long as he can, forever, he wants him forever. Until Bakugou can’t go on, until he has all nine tails, all 900 years of his life. 

He wants to show him the beauty, every inch of the forest, and brag about Kirishima to every demon they see along the way. He wants to do things, unimaginable things, things he never thought of until Kirishima came into his world. 

He dips his hand into the water, holding him by the waist and pulling him tighter to his body, only the wall of the bath is what separates them. Bakugou nuzzles into the crook of Kirishima’s neck, muttering the phrase over and over again. 

One day Kirishima doesn’t come home, and at first Bakugou isn’t worried. But as the morning bleeds into the afternoon, then into the night, Bakugou whistles loud and worryingly, hoping for Kirishima to come back. 

He starts to stress panic, and his villagers decide that tonight is perfect to say hi, so Bakugou can’t spare a minute to do a quick trip around his territory to just check for the demon dog. 

He waits for Kirishima as the moon and stars replace the song, he waits as the fireflies start to appear, he stations himself at the edge of engawa, arms crossed, and in a slouch position, waiting for Kirishima. Because what if, in just a minute or two, Kirishima comes home and Bakugou isn’t there to greet him? What if the dog comes home, just as excited as Bakugou is to see him, only to be disappointed when Bakugou is in a deep sleep?

But when Kirishima does come home its early in the morning, just a minute before the sun starts to rise, and Bakugou hasn’t had a wink of sleep. He feels Kirishima now, and stands up to greet him with frustration, anger, annoyance, impatient and mad beyond belief. 

But his demon dog returns home in his human form, limping and looking defeated. He clutches his arm that is stretched farther than it should, and there’s bruises and blood covering his body. 

His anger is gone, and he runs towards Kirishima, afraid and frantic, angry at the world for not keeping him save. He uses his own deity spiritual powers to heal Kirishima, he uses all his medicinal herbs to touch what hasn’t been healed. 

“What happened Ei?” Kirishima winces but doesn’t speak, falling to Bakugou’s arms and not waking up until the next day. 

Then I wrote this in Kiri POV: Kirishima doesn’t wake up until that day’s evening. He’s wrapped up in bandages he asked the villagers for, and some herbal medicines he used to make. He’s also alone in the shrine. Even as a demon he can feel the spiritual power surrounding him, he could even feel it healing all his wounds. And speaking of his wounds, he looks towards the heavy door set, knowing fully that Bakugou was in the other side, probably sweeping with a scowl on his head. Before he came back, there was a thought, something he had thought long and hard before even entering the boundaries of Bakugou’s terrain, that maybe he shouldn’t come back. Coming back meant telling Bakugou the truth, meaning that Bakugou will hate him and would want him out of his shrine, out of his home forever.

And that’s all I had. So...I wonder what happened in my head after that. 

[starkerkeyz]

Get Yourself There, Baby

A different sort of story. Total submission isn’t something I can wrap my head around easily but this was exciting to try anyway! 

Warnings; D/s, no dialogue, heavy on submission, sub drop, sub space, implied cockwarming, hand feeding, SIM!Tony, soulmate AU

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Peter watches Tony pace around the kitchen table and the living room couch in an extended loop, completing the same circuit he’s been doing for the last three hours of this phone call. Peter fingers the Endo-Sym collar at his throat and sips the wine he isn’t old enough to drink yet. 

Tony’s blue eyes keep flashing with surges of his anger. It’s stirring up the nanobots like an angry wasps nest. 

This phone call was only supposed to be one hour. The fact that it’s gone on this long is both infuriating to Peter’s soulmate and possibly about to instigate a homicidal rage; it means Tony missed entirely his dinner with Peter and is now late for a different phone call. His soulmate may be Tony Stark but even he needs to eat.

Peter rips off a piece of the chicken Tony’s chef had prepared. He makes sure its a tiny piece, something small enough to swallow quickly or talk around if necessary, then hesitates about what he’s about to do. They’ve been together long enough to celebrate a birthday for both of them but sometimes he still wonders if things he wants to do are weird or not. 

He remembers a time when he was late and Tony took his iced coffee. He’d ordered Peter to get on his knees and exchange mouthfuls of pre-cum for sips from his mocha as punishment and Peter thinks- maybe there isn’t much weirdness left.

When Tony comes back around to Peter’s section of the kitchen table he makes good on his plan and stands up, moving into the older man’s space in a way that drew his attention without halting his steps. He holds the piece of meat up and pops it into Tony’s mouth when his soulmate opens up. His eyes go heavy lidded when Tony kisses the pads of his fingers lightly and then; he keeps walking. 

Peter is waiting with another piece when he comes back around. He starts tearing off bits of fluffy rolls, steamed carrot, and the buttery asparagus wrapped in bacon. Always making sure it’s small enough pieces. Watching Tony’s face for any indication he’s getting tired of this. 

Peter’s fingers are wet with various juices and Tony’s saliva. He’s started getting hard at some point. Tony isn’t even doing anything to Peter besides licking and kissing his fingers after Peter feeds him. They haven’t said a word to each other in over five hours and Peter knows via Bucky that Tony has been fixing this company crisis since only an hour into Peter’s classes this morning. 

Peter can’t help but feel a glow of satisfaction in his chest from feeling useful and needed. He doesn’t need Tony to tell him verbally he’s being a good boy; he can tell he is with each kiss he gets on his index or middle finger. His dick is attuned to every nuance in the gesture when Tony flicks his tongue out between his knuckles to lick grease off. Each micro-expression of pleasure on Tony’s face as he passes by floods Peter with warmth.

When the plate runs empty Peter is momentarily lost. 

What now? Tony seems calmer with a full belly but the pacing hasn’t stopped and the phone call seems never ending. Peter wants to attend to Tony. He wants to make Tony happy and pleased. He wants more kisses and licks and to know he’s the one that’s supporting Tony through this. He’s the one helping his Daddy. 

An idea comes to him when he sees Tony rubbing at his neck, on the far side of his second loop since finishing his hand delivered dinner. 

Eagerly Peter pulls Tony off track the next time he swings around the kitchen table. He grabs him by the wrist and leads him over to the luxurious armchair Peter had insisted on because it’s comfortable and only big enough for one of them (Peter doesn’t mind crawling into Tony’s lap to accommodate). 

Tony sits down at Peter’s urging with a fond look that turns irritated when the person on the phone says something. His blue eyes flare unnaturally and Peter’s collar seems to flex around his throat, non-threatening but restless. Agitated. 

Peter pops up and moves around behind Tony with no prompting. He settles his hands onto broad shoulders and begins kneading. He’s not really sure how he’s supposed to be doing this but he wants to help. 

The Endo-Sym armor comes flowing up from his soulmate’s chest casing and over Tony’s shoulders and then Peter’s hands. It forms a thin membrane over his forearms, like a silver-blue opera sleeve. Made of high-tech alien symbiote nanobots and gently directing Peter’s hands in a more controlled motion along Tony’s neck and shoulders. 

Tony still hasn’t said a word to Peter directly but his muscles are getting less tense by the second. Peter’s cock is hard in the nice pants he changed into for this semi-dinner date. 

Peter’s attention narrows down to the humming warmth of Tony’s armor encasing him and the fuzzy pleasure of taking care of his soulmate. He wants Tony to be happy. He wants Tony to be happy because of Peter. 

Peter rubs and strokes and massages in a daze, floating away from his body while his fingers follow the rhythm set by the Endo-Sym armor. He can smell Tony’s masculine cologne and oil scent. He wants to keep petting and touching his soulmate forever. Tony’s so thickly muscled compared to Peter. He was that built before Extremis enhancement; Peter’s looked up the pictures. 

The armor dissolves itself into its more malleable liquid state without warning and slips up Peter’s arms. He shivers as it passes over his collar; like calling to like. His breath gets shortened by the choking pressure that bears down on his windpipe, tightening incrementally until he had to concentrate on taking short sips of air and his vision was black spots and fuzz. 

His head’s swimming when he’s granted clean air and he realizes the armor undid the buttons of his shirt at some point and he’s been led around the couch to stand in front of Tony. He’s still on the phone; Peter doesn’t know if it’s the same phone call or a new one. He sees the bulge between his soulmate’s legs and licks his lips. He meets his Daddy’s eyes and gets a lowered chin and a cocked brow that said ‘I’m waiting’ faster than words could have conveyed. 

Peter drops to his knees without needing to be told. He shuffles forward and gently pushes his Daddy’s hands out of the way when he goes to help unbutton his pants. Peter is the one helping his Daddy tonight. He doesn’t want Tony to lift a finger.

He wrapped his lips around the tip and hummed; quiet and more vibration than sound. He didn’t want whoever was on the other end of the line to hear. He’s had practice at giving near-silent blowjobs by now and knows what sounds will carry and what will stay muffled enough the board members don’t hear from five feet down the conference table. 

Peter’s lashes flutter when his Daddy’s hand cards through his hair. The hand pets and guides; setting the rhythm so Peter just has to follow. His head moves up and down slowly, spit and pre sliding down the shaft. He’s hot all over and so happy to be of use for his Daddy. The Endo-Sym armor that led him around the couch forms heavy cuffs on his wrists, keeping his hands out of the way and leaving his mouth for the taking. 

Peter smiles around his mouthful when Daddy starts pushing him down further and pulling him back harder. Daddy getting rough like that means he’s being good. 

He swallows everything when the cock in his mouth stiffens and shoots across his tongue and lips. He groans softly, throat working and balls heavy between his thighs. He feels like he’s been turned on for so long that the constant heat has become a part of him. Electricity dancing up and down his spine with each minute shifting of his weight is just a state of being now. He lives to serve his Daddy and he loves it.

After Daddy had relaxed from his high enough to catch Peter’s eye, he hauled him up and into his lap. He pulled Peter so his groin was flush against Daddy and they were pressed from stomach to chest. The pressure of the nanobot casing against Peter’s soulwords had him gasping and thrusting forward, cock sensitive and leaking after so long aroused and neglected. 

His Daddy’s hand came down and clamped on his hip hard enough to dimple skin. Peter ducked his head down into Daddy's neck and held still like he knew Daddy wanted. 

A thick finger circled his entrance. Teasing. Showing no indication of entering anytime soon but also not of stopping, either. Peter nuzzled into his soulmate’s neck and spread his thighs. 

Peter relaxed and settled in; patiently waiting for Daddy to begin stretching him, breathing slowing down to a gentle pace despite how badly his dick was twitching for more. He was here to make Daddy feel good. He’d give Daddy whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted to take it. 

Even if it meant warming his Daddy’s cock and not cumming until the phone call was over. He could take it. He was Tony Stark’s soulmate and Daddy’s baby boy. 

He was eager and happy to be Daddy’s pretty cocksleeve and lap ornament for as long as Daddy needed. He’d take Daddy’s cock like a good boy. 

He was born for it.

[thekisforkeats]

A Song of Praise Upon Your Lips (Let all the Broken Pieces Shine, Chapter Two)

Info: The Magnus Archives, D&D AU. JonMartin in this chapter, more ships to be added. Rated T. Post-Canon. Jon is amab nb and uses they/them, Martin is a trans guy.

CWs: Darkness, falling, spiders, manipulation, webs, implied body horror, character death (mentioned), alternate realities, character injury, fire.

Summary: In which Martin thwarts the Web's plan for good and all (or so one hopes) through the power of poetry. (The poem is the first and last stanzas of Kahlil Gibran's "On Love," from The Prophet, published 1923.)

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Previous Chapter

They are falling through endless darkness. Martin holds Jon close to him and wonders how much longer this will take. Will he be in this darkness forever? Would it be so bad if he was?

“Time to let go,” a voice whispers. Feminine, soft, almost motherly, but threaded through with something like malice. “He is lost to you. Time to come back to me, my little spiderling.”

“No,” Martin whispers into the darkness. “No, I won’t let go. One way or another, together. That’s what we said.”

He can hear irritation in the voice. “Where he goes, you cannot follow. Where you belong, he cannot exist. You made your choices long ago. You cannot undo them now.”

“I’m not letting you take him from me!” Martin shouts it this time, and tightens his hold on Jon’s body. “I don’t care if I die, I’m not letting go!”

“Silly, stubborn spiderling. You are mine. You have served my purpose, all these years, and served it well. Do you truly think it was any coincidence you came to be by the Archivist’s side? The Whispered One, that you called Beholding… the power that should have gone to the Lone Wolf, that you called Forsaken… they may have tried to claim you, but you have always been mine, little spiderling, however much you twist and turn and try to deny the truth of what you are.”

Martin can see the speaker in his mind, even if his eyes are shut: from the waist up, a woman with ebony skin and white hair, but from the waist down… a spider. It’s impossible, he knows it’s impossible, because she’s from a game. And yet, still, he knows her name, and he speaks it into the void:

“Lolth?!”

A soft chuckle. “Yes, spiderling. I am the one that set you in that world, set you on the path to meet the Archivist. I am the one who ensured you would connect with the power of the Spider there, a power that is mine even if she did not know that fact until she has finally come falling down through the void between realms. She will add to my power, and she will become me and I will become her, and together we will usurp the other gods that would keep us trapped. We will spread our Web across every realm and every sphere.”

The woman seems to hold out a hand to Martin. “Come, spiderling. It is time to come home to me. I am your true mother, and I will love you better than your mortal mother ever did.”

“No,” Martin whispers again, horrified. This can’t be real. This is a horrific dream. Lolth is a fictional being that he has always been alternately repulsed by and fascinated with. She is a deity from a roleplaying game that he had stopped playing years ago, though largely for lack of anyone who would play with him.

And yet, it makes a horrendously cruel sort of sense. The Mother of Puppets has always reminded him of Lolth, a little bit. He thinks of Annabelle Cane and her desire to fill Martin with spiders. He thinks of his own tendencies to manipulate, his own love of spiders, of webs, even of fiber arts, of tying things in knots to keep them where he wants them to be. Of the way he spoke to the tape recorders the same way he spoke to the spiders he ran into--as pets, almost. As sweet, cute things to be loved.

He has known, for a long time, that if the Lonely had not claimed him the Web might have. He’s had dreams of turning into a spider, dreams he woke from screaming. Even if he likes spiders, he doesn’t want to become one. Sometimes he thinks he went to Peter as much to escape the fate he saw in his dreams as anything else he’s told himself.

A part of him wants to take the offered hand. To let go of Jon, and move forward to his own destiny.

But they made a promise. One way or another, together. It makes the decision easy.

Martin swallows. “No,” he says more firmly, opening his eyes. Lolth is there, only a dim outline in the darkness, but he can see her, vaguely. “I will not go with you. I’ve made my choice, I saw my Domain, and it wasn’t full of spiders.”

Anger flashes in Lolth’s dark eyes. “Foolish boy. Do you think I can’t make you come with me?”

“I think…” Martin pulls Jon closer to him. “I think you can, sure, but I also think…” He gathers himself, takes a deep breath, then presses on, “I think if it were that easy, you’d have done it already instead of trying to make me come willingly.” He’s thinking faster than he ever has in his life. There were no powers of good in their world, no Hope or Courage or Love to balance the Fears. But if this truly is Lolth, and not just his brain giving form to the Web, then maybe there’s a chance. Maybe there are good powers to draw on, out here in the dark between realities.

Maybe, if he tries hard enough, he can get one of them to listen.

“I never would have served the Eye, or the Lonely, or the Web, if I’d had another choice,” Martin spits into the void. “I would serve Beauty. I would serve Truth. I would serve Love.” He swallows, glares at the darkness, at the form he can just barely make out as his eyes adjust. “And you know that, don’t you? Wherever we’re going… those things have power, and you want me to come to you before I get beyond your reach.”

Lolth scoffs. “You would leave me, and go back to the Protector? He will not take you back, not in that form.”

Martin grinds his teeth. “I don’t care who, or… what it is I serve, I just know that it isn’t you,” he growls.

Martin feels a warmth building in him, a heat, a flame. It’s lighting up the darkness, letting him see Jon’s lifeless body and the tapes both. It lets him see Lolth, hovering out there in the void, lets him see that the tapes are connected to her. If he lets go, she’ll get Jon. That’s what this is about, he realizes. Whether or not she wants him, she definitely wants Jon, and Martin is keeping her from her prize.

“You don’t care about me,” he whispers. “You just want Jon’s body, to fuel whatever ritual you’re trying to do.”

Lolth almost smirks. “I would prefer to have you both, but I will settle for the Archivist alone. We made him, my sister and I, which means that I made him, because she is becoming me even as we speak. You have resisted me in the past, but the Archivist…? He is already mine. Has always been mine. Will always be mine.”

Martin glares at the spider-woman. “I’m not going anywhere Jon doesn’t go, and since I’m not letting you have him… I guess you don’t get either of us.”

“And how, exactly, do you intend to stop me, spiderling?”

There’s a tug on the tapes, and Martin screams as Jon is half-wrenched out of his arms. He clings, desperately, grabbing at the tapes, screaming louder as they cut into his hands. “No! No! Please, not now, I can’t lose him now!”

“Too late, spiderling.” Lolth’s smile is cruel. “It was always too late.”

He has to do something. He has to stop this. The heat and warmth and light within him needs somewhere to go, but it can’t just come out through his hands. He needs words, that’s who he is, who he’s always been. But what words? What words would help here?

It’s not Keats that comes to him, because it’s never Keats that comes to him in the moments of pain and terror--Keats is for joy, and longing, and elegiac melancholy in the rain. It’s Kahlil Gibran, whose words sustained him through Jon’s coma and his mother’s death and working for Peter Lukas. A poem about love, about divine love. He speaks the words into the void like a prayer, because whatever he’s doing is as much a prayer and a wish as anything else.

When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.

As he speaks, the fire grows. Not the cold fire of the Desolation but something warm and kind and loving. It fills him with joy, so that despite the nature of the words (For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning) his fear is banished and his terror soothed. His grip on the tapes surrounding Jon strengthens, and he begins to haul his lover back to him, away from the spider-woman.

Something like fear flickers in the goddess’ eyes. She says something, a negation, a denial, but Martin cannot hear her, because he is shouting now, stanza after stanza, the words and the prayer fueling the light and warmth within. He clutches Jon to his chest and grips the tape tightly.

He is intending to rip the tape binding Jon, to break the Web and free them both, but as he thinks of doing this, the flame within bursts out through his hand and burns through the tape surrounding Jon. The fire leaves both him and his lover untouched, but it consumes the tape. Martin can see the flame shooting off in every direction, unraveling the Web that Lolth had so carefully woven.

“No!” The goddess’ scream is so loud that Martin almost covers his ears, but that would mean letting go of Jon and that’s not happening. “No! I will not let you undo my work!” She lunges forward at them, to grab them both, or maybe just to try one last time to wrench Jon from Martin’s grasp.

Martin is surrounded by flame now, and he has a vague sense that his hair, long-since touched white by the Lonely, has abruptly shifted back to red and might actually just literally be fire right now. He holds out his hand, focusing not on Lolth but on the space around them. He has to keep them safe from her. He has reached the last stanza of the poem.

Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself. But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy; To return home at eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

The darkness around them alights, a sphere of flame that surrounds and protects Martin and Jon both. Lolth hits the fire as she lunges, and screams again. Then she fades back into the blackness.

“She cannot protect you for long, spiderling,” Lolth hisses. “I will come for you. I will always come for you.”

And then she’s gone, and they’re falling, falling, falling. Endlessly and forever, falling into the void.

The fire around them fades, and they’re in the dark again. Martin thinks that maybe he used the last of his energy, but even if all he did was to stop the Web’s plan… maybe that’s enough, in the end.

He’s fading, his consciousness dimming. He’s barely aware of Jon’s body in his arms. He takes a moment to hold Jon close and kiss the dark skin of his lover’s brow, cold despite the flame that had surrounded them not long before.

“I love you, Jon,” Martin whispers, “and I’m never, ever letting you go. Never again.”

And then everything fades into blackness. If this is death, he thinks, it’s not so bad.

Next Chapter

[mcfreakin-bxtch]

Chapter Three (Knight AU)

Be Yours

Din Djarin x Reader

Warnings: Talks of war/violence and forced marriages, Language (I may be missing more I apologize)

Word Count: 2.2K+

A/N: This took forever for me to get out. The next chapter will have more Din and James content and background!

*I’m reposting this because I went through another tumblr glitch (which they said should never happen again so let’s hope!) and my fic kinda disappeared from the tags

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James Newsome.

That name made you tremble with pure anger.

The only son to the Newsome Heir, Prince of Coalstead, and one of the most infuriating men you had ever come across.

You had first met him when you had just turned fifteen, in his home in the smoky, dark yet elegant kingdom that made you appreciate the grassy lands that surrounded yours. Your fathers were quick to introduce the two of you; even at a young age, James had the ego of a thousand kings that immediately butted heads with your ‘righteous morality’ as he grew to call it, but you didn’t fully realize this until you began to see his true colors. It wasn’t hard to deduce what your fathers were up to, and your suspicions about this abrupt meeting were answered when he teased you about it.

“I think our fathers want us to marry,” he said in a mediocre sing-song. “Another kingdom for the taking, another queen to—”

You kicked him before he could continue.

From then on out the entire trip was full of arguing and bickering that even your guards couldn’t get under control, and each time he would give you that smile—one of victory and cheekiness you wanted to slap off. Jules, who had gone with you of course, ogled him just as every other girl did when he walked by much to your chagrin; you hoped it still wasn’t so.

“You’re just letting him get the best of you.” Jules said. She ran her fingers through your hair carefully as she brushed out the harsh tangles from your restless night. “And besides, it’s not like he’s… well, unfortunate looking.”

You grimaced. Sometimes, you wondered about your friend. “You’re not helping, Jules. And you know that it goes beyond his looks.”

She huffed as she took a part of your hair and clipped so that one side was out of your face, her annoyed expression matching your own in the vanity mirror.

‘Good’, you thought.

“Well,” she said after clipping the other half of your locks. “You’re the Princess of Riverheart and the most stubborn woman I have ever met.” You couldn’t stifle the grin that also laced her lips and Jules chuckled. “So do something about it, then.”

“Yeah.” You nodded with authority. “That’s right.” You stood up abruptly, twirling around to pull Jules into a tight hug, ignoring her surprised yelp. “Thank you.”

Your steps echoed loudly through the empty halls, sharp and defined as confidence bubbled inside of your chest with a fury. You whipped your head around every corner, not a glimpse of familiar aging hair or colorful robes at every turn. He wasn’t even in the grand hall, odd to you at the early hours but not uncommon.

Where the devil is he?

It was a long shot, going to your precious garden. Bringham rarely made an appearance, and you supposed it had everything to do with the dead; too many memories. As you expected, he wasn’t.

With a long and heavy sigh you sat down in the rays of the seething sun and twirled a strand of grass around your pointer finger. You closed your eyes and basked in the warmth of the morning, replaying the night before in your head.

“And you’ve told no one else this?” You asked, swallowing through the shock of what Din had just told you.

“No,” Din answered. “No one out of the Royal Court knows of this.”

You nodded, staring at the floor. “Okay.” Your voice wavered through your authoritative tone. “Okay.”

“M’lady.” Din cleared his throat. “You must’n let your father know I told you this. I—”

“I’m aware,” you gritted out. “I promise you, you will face no consequences for this.”

“I didn’t mean to… overstep. I’m sorry.”

You sighed and shook your head, burying your face in your hands. “No,” you mumbled. “I shouldn’t take my anger out on you. After all, you’re not the one forcing me into this.”

The room filled with silence then, a silence filled with understanding and a sort of acceptance.

“Din,” you said gently. “Thank you.”

The Knight stood postured, as he was trained, but there was a slight shift that told you that your sincerity reached a certain part of him you had not touched.

“It’s my job.” He replied. “It is the Code.”

You wished you had the blood of a witch so you could read his mind. To unbrand him and disintegrate the armor that shielded him from the outside world. It was selfish, very selfish of you, you constantly reminded yourself, but that childlike curiosity was a monster to fight; a battle you seemed to lose each and every time.

“Ah, and there she is.”

Your heart stopped. That voice hadn’t changed much since the last time you saw him, but he had definitely grown out of his boyish features; now replaced with a sharp jaw and cheekbones that matched, floofy, short brown locks that actually kept the younger boy you had met so long ago, with a black coat that defined the muscles he obtained over the years, and a toothy grin that was nothing but hubris as he stood a few feet before you.

“James,” you greeted coolly. “A surprise to see you here.”

His grin widened. “And did you not miss me, little princess?”

You glared at the pet name. “No, and I believe I told you not to call me that.”

He chuckled, all confident and airy as he strolled towards you, bringing an apple out of his coat pocket. “You certainly haven’t changed… much.”

You narrowed your eyes. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” he walks closer to you, rolling the red apple in his hand, “that you need to loosen up. Let your guard down little princess, you’re not a queen yet, so enjoy it.”

He ended with an offering, the apple just inches away from the tip of your nose. You swiped it out of his grip with a frown. “And here you are already giving me a lecture.”

His grin widened. “I know. But you see,” he did a little twirl, inhaling deeply and opening his arms towards the clear blue skies, “people can change.”

You took a bite of the sweet fruit, chewing thoughtfully. “While that is true,” you mumbled. “That only applies to someone who actually wants to change for the better, not because they’re in need of their father’s treasures.”

James’s smile fell, as did his brows, and it made you smirk behind the apple. After all these years, it felt nice that you could still get underneath his skin and rip him a new one—the only problem was that you were still letting him do the same thing to you.

“And how does dear ole daddy feel knowing that his only heir is having doubts?!” He smirked as your expression fell. “He does know, doesn’t he?”

You could feel the blood rush to your face, painting it into a hot red that had you seething in your spot. Everything turned into background noise—no, not even that, everything just went numb, and before you could even think or take the next breath, the apple flew from your hand and towards his chest.

“Hey—” he barely got out in surprise when you lunged at him.

You didn’t have specifics in mind, but you knew that you just wanted to hurt him; to give him a piece of his own medicine through the only way that flew through your head. Your hand cocked back, knuckles upfront as you swung and you were vaguely aware of the soft crunch of his nose beneath your fist.

“Son of a bitch!” James howled, clutching at his face, little droplets of blood already seeping through the cracks of his fingers.

You smiled, triumphant in your stand, but it was quickly shattered when you heard the familiar pounding of hooves coming towards the garden.

“And what is going on here?”

Ah, you recognized that voice.

“Oh you know, Perry,” James sighed nasually, “the usual bits.”

Perry, a rather short man with a big rounded nose and a permanent sneer on his lips that matched the yellowish look of his hazel eyes—you imagined those eyes would look rather beautiful and clear without the harshness he brought to them—eyed the Prince’s bloody hand and your clenched fists; no doubt he could pick out the specs of blood on your knuckles.

As you expected, the guard turned towards you with no hidden malice. “What do you think you’re doing attacking—”

“It’s fine.” James huffed loudly. “I can take care of this myself.”

You were shocked to say the least, and it must have shown vividly on your face because James’s cheeks scrunched up to the corner of his eyes—he was laughing at you.

And Perry sat on his horse—at least the horse was well taken care of, as far as you could tell—gritting his teeth in frustration as he knew best not to go against his word.

“Very well. Remember to arrive on time for dinner, your highness.”

James waved him off, not taking his eyes off you; you held his gaze, refusing to back down. Finally he chuckled, wincing in pain as he did, but kept that smile all the while.

“You know, a simple thank you will suffice.”

You scoffed. “I do not owe you any apologies of sorts.”

“Not even for saving your ass back there?” He tilted his head back. “Weren’t you taught to show gratification for your saviors?”

You rolled your eyes so hard it felt as though it would stay in the back of your head, barely giving him a moment’s chance to stop you—if he had plans to—as you barreled past him.

“Do you know why I’m here?”

The question makes you stop. “No.” You lied.

He took a few steps closer to you, blue-gray eyes meeting yours with no traces of teasing—a first for him.

“I’m not supposed to be here, actually,” he sidetracked from his previous question. “But I was a little curious.”

It was a trap, you could sense it, and you knew better than to fall for it, but the words escaped your mouth without a second thought. “About what?”

His grin widened, pearly white teeth among the tiny streaks of blood from his nose. “If you were going to be happy seeing your soon-to-be husband.”

You walked away before you could give him any more satisfaction; his chuckle echoed across your mother’s garden, following your heavy steps.

***

The rain pattered against the rooftop.

It was a calming feeling in contrast to the brewing anger and frustration inside your chest. Each thump against your window echoed in your heartbeat, and as you sat in your room, refusing to let anyone in, your thoughts ran rampant.

How could your father not warn you of this? Prepare you for the heavy tasks that were bestowed upon you since birth by royal right, instead of throwing you head first into a marriage you’ve never asked for, and for a war you have no idea how to fight and by his own excuses.

The problem was that you knew of his reasoning’s. You had been prepared for a daunting title since you could walk and talk, and the aspects of a marriage you would not be able to turn down no longer—not without a good fight, at least. Your mind could contradict itself a thousand times just to try and make you feel better, but the end result would remain the same; you were going to have to go through with this, no matter how much you disliked the idea of it.

“‘For your people,’” you mocked with a scowl. “For my people.”

It made your heart turn in its weeping, struggling to overcome the waves of disdain. At that moment, you wished your mother were there, comforting you and telling you everything you wanted to hear, anything to justify your departure from the title itself.

“Wars. Death. Magic even.”

It shook you to the core just thinking about what was coming for your kingdom, your home. And now, all the weight was atop your shoulders, the lives of many in your hands for the first time, and you had no idea whatsoever on how you were going to handle this—marrying James and aligning Coalstead and Riverheart was a start, a start you thought less of.

Suddenly your mind drifted to the man who relayed this message to you in secret, and remembered that you had not seen him at all since last night. You wanted, no, needed, to see him before you let your head get the best of you; you could talk to him without worrying of him betraying your trust and he seemed to be the only one (other than insufferable fool) that was forthright with you about everything.

It would have to wait until after supper. You didn’t need any more suspicions from your father nor anyone else in the guard that would turn you in in a heartbeat. You needed to be smart and careful about this, no matter the battle raging between your head and heart.

If the rumors were true, your step to the high chair was coming sooner than you thought.

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